Player Name: Phoebe
Full Name: Lawrence Guzman
Nicknames and Pseudonyms: Harv (from harvester, like the farm equipment)
Age: 51
Birth Date: August 8th, 2261
Role on Ship: Botanist and engineering (plumbing and water systems)
Homeworld: Warden Station
Significant Relations and Affiliations: His crew, no one else he mentions. He has a reputation for being big, tough and mean to anyone that’s not a plant (except the Captain. Maybe Zaire is a plant?)
Bonds, Obligations, Debts, and Warrants: An unspoken bond (or debt?) to Zaire in particular that he keeps quiet. Wanted on Warden Station for negligent homicide.
Appearance: Harv is built like the farm equipment he’s named after, though, ironically, he’s not seen any true, large-scale farming in his life. The crew likes to joke Harv’s mother didn’t have to do any work, he delivered himself and went straight to work. He is all muscle, skin darkened and leathery at times, covered in scars, old injuries, and more than a few veins over prominent muscles. He keeps the scruff on his face manageable, at least, and even wears a pair of reading glasses from time to time while tending to his plants. What hair he has left on his head is either completely shorn off or greying in, his body in general showing signs of wear and tear from decades of blue collar labor.
Personality: Harv is, by most accounts, a man of few words who values his peace, his plants, and hard work. At his age, he also has little tolerance for bullshit, and will regularly talk plainly to anyone he cares to share with, reserving his manners entirely for Zaire. An old school, hands on sort, he likes to tell things like he sees them and show disdain for the younger crew who seem to spend their time goofing off or pursuing frivolous (to him) activities.
Strengths, Talents, Abilities: The obvious strengths for Harv would be his physical abilities. While not an athlete, per say, he’s spent a lifetime doing hard manual labor by choice and it shows. On the other side of the coin, while not the sharpest tool in the shed, his knowledge base for plumbing, engineering, and botany comes from decades of wisdom and experience getting his hands dirty and figuring things out the brute force way. Had he the inclination for being in charge, he might still be on Warden Station as a foreman.
Weaknesses and Fears: A lifetime on stations, in ships, or in vac suits doing work have left him Harv with an extreme dislike for wide open spaces and heights. And, while knowledgeable in his chosen fields, Harv is a stubborn man, set in his ways. This can lead to his thinking being a little too mechanical or narrow in scope to provide solutions when a novel problem presents itself.
History: To most of the crew, Harv is just another former roughneck who came looking for work and had the stomach for the sorts of things pirates did on a day-to-day basis. Even Zaire doesn’t know the whole story, but what is present is fairly simple. Harv was born and raised on Warden Station, and took to dock work as soon as he was able. Academics didn’t take for the young man, but he was willing to work with his hands and not ask questions, so it was not difficult to find someone willing to give him a job here and there.
Once he was old enough, and certified, Harv took to riskier work that paid better; Long-distance hauling, mining operations in space, and working refineries and foundries. It was a simple life, but Harv was a simple man. As long as he had access to tending a small plot of plants wherever he went, he was content. He had a wife, for a time, but was always working first and living life second, so the divorce came as no surprise when it was served.
Harv’s in with Zaire came in his mid 40’s, after a drunken brawl with a disliked foreman left the latter in a medically-induced coma and the former in a rut for work with criminal charges pending. The Siren’s Song happened to be near Warden at the time, and Zaire saw an opportunity to hook in a good crewmember with little need for promising too much in the way of pay. In exchange for running hydroponics, Harv got to flee his pending charges, find a place to work again, and a comfortable ship to work on. Back to business as usual, and that was just how he liked it.
Anything Else: He swears like a drunken, irate sailor 24/7. Nobody, not even Zaire, calls him Lawrence. That’s a fast way to see his angry side.
Model: Dave Bautista