Professor Simon Woods was coaxed into the adventure by the promise of knowledge.  

He isn't a fan of any other part.  Adventure, the outdoors, seaspray, filthy, filthy men...  To think- all the health hazards!

   His nose is constantly stuck in nonfictional volumes as he seeks to increase his knowledge, specifically on diseases; which is his profession. Prior to setting sail, he taught and studied medical sciences at the local university, specializing in the transmittance, origin, and detecting of diseases. He is oddly adept with pistols. 

Ethnicity: Praedorian

Age: 26

Three-Word Personality: Protective, Self-important, Paranoid 

Height: 5'7"

Upbringing: Private.

Ship's Duty: Dishwasher

Choice Weapon: Dueling pistol

Status on Alcohol: Disapproving

Personality: Simon Woods is a difficult man to tolerate, much less befriend.  He tends to think that he is better than others, though he is humbled always by his colleagues, Dr Oswald and Lydia Marks.  He is headstrong when it comes to arguing fact over fiction or superstition, and he often has a contempt for company.  He has a level of class and propriety when he speaks, though he is not wealthy or belonging to any upper-class origin.  He'd like to be, and he acts as though he is.  Characteristically observant and investigative, noticing things that don't seem right.  Paranoid.

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