Name: Richard Burne
Nickname(s): Dick, Dick Burn
Gender: M
Occupation: Keter+ Containment Engineer1
Clearance Level: 4 [SPECIAL]2
Special Equipment: One (1x) flashlight, One (1x) pen, One (1x) notepad
Physical Profile: Richard's last physical on █/██/███ showed that Richard is 193.04cm tall, 200 lbs, with short-medium length curly brown hair and green eyes. Richard's skin is a porcelain white, which does little to compliment his turn-up nose, all of which sits upon his oval shaped face. At the time of writing, Richard has no facial hair, though he has been known to occasionally grow a mustache out, or in the case of the "Great Site-██ Beard-off", a full beard3. He is most often seen in casual street clothing,consisting of a grey-plaid long sleeved shirt worn over a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, along with his ID card worn on his right breast pocket.
Psychological Profile: Richard is a very casual man, trying not to take life too serious, though that isn't to say he doesn't take his work serious. Medical records show that through ████-████ Richard struggled with short-term depression, anxiety, and insomnia, due to a brush with an unknown anomaly (assumed to have been SCP-6674), and was prescribed desyrl as a result. However, he is no longer prescribed desyrl, and as of his most recent evaluation shows no signs of anxiety, depression, or insomnia.
Biography: On a particularly frigid morning in Fargo, North Dakota, Jasmine Burne used all of her strength to push a screaming, terrified child into the world, dragging with itself the last of Jasmine's life. As Gregory Burne held the small child in his hands, Jasmine was rushed into the Trauma unit, where she would die exactly ten minutes after giving birth to her son, who Gregory would name Richard, in honor of his late father.
Richard lived a life distant from his father, who found it hard to connect with his son without the mediation of a mother. Richard found comfort in playing with K'NEX, assembling machines and other small toys. He continued to assemble increasingly intricate machines until the eighth grade, which is when he heard from a friend about the school's robotics club. Richard quickly joined, and found comfort with other kids who all shared similar interests. Meanwhile, his relationship with his father became increasingly more strained.
Richard continued participating in the Robotics club into Highschool,and began taking engineering classes provided by the school in his sophomore year. His grades were average, earning mostly Bs and As, with his strongest subject being Algebra, which he excelled in. Richard's relationship with his father continued to strain, until his junior year. One night in November, after a fight over colleges, Richard ran out into a blizzard. His father expected for him to return. So he waited for one hour. Then two. Then four. Then Ten. Fifteen. 24 hours came, 50 unanswered calls went. Gregory called all of Richard's friend's parents. "He isn't here". Gregory was met with the same answer until he called the police. A missing persons report was filed. Search parties walked through the hazy woods, bloodhounds were let off their leashes. Helicopters buzzed low over, scanning the dark forest with thermal imaging for anything. But anything never came.
After a day, on a standard patrol route, a police officer found a man laying in a pool of spreading crimson, sprawled out in an alleyway. The officer rushed to his aid, calling an ambulance. Richard Burne was rushed to the hospital with internal bleeding and blunt trauma in various places. In the same room his mother slipped into the void, after hours of monitoring, several repetitions of chest compressions, and countless tears, Richard opened his eyes to the harsh ICU lights.
Richard's father embraced his son, who he feared he was going to lose like he had his wife. And Richard embraced him. Richard was questioned for days as to where he had been, who had taken him, trying to suck any amount of information from the boy. Richard couldn't remember much, but could give vague descriptions of a surreal feeling building with tart air, and harsh lights that hummed symphonies of fate. This lead to his first brush with the Foundation, which ultimately ended with the dispatched Agent informing Richard that he had probably been dreaming, or misremembered due to his head injury. No amnesics were used, as Richard was already doubting his experiences.
Richard was prescribed desryl to help with his insomnia, anxiety, and depression, all of which stemmed from his close brush with death. His problems continued into college, though they slowly lessened in severity, and he slowly began to wean himself from the drugs. Richard attended Purdue University, where he worked hard towards a Masters in Civil Engineering. He attained his degree after 6 years of hard work. He enjoyed the work, engineering had fascinated him for years after all. Though, there was always something that poked him. Some looming doom, a feeling of collapsing void that never let up. Student Debts. Though work was good, it wasn't good enough. Much like his father, Richard saw only one way out of the crushing debt: Military service. He enlisted in the United States Marine Corps, and due to his degree, was put into MOS 1371, Combat Engineering.
Richard served in the Marines for five years total, enough to pay his debts off. Once he was out, Richard sought employment, and due to both his military service and degree, found it with ease. The Foundation had extended their hand to him, and he had met it with acceptance. Richard began working with the Foundation as a Containment Engineer. He worked at Site-██ for two years, during which he specialized in the containment of Euclid entities. On the side, he took classes, all taught by a fellow Ex-Marine who worked as a Containment engineer, though the two didn't know each other all that well. He soon learned about the nuances and difficulties in containment of Keter class anomalies, though it didn't stop him from requesting evaluation to be certified as a Keter Containment Engineer. His request was approved, and he passed the evaluation, though it wasn't with the ease he had expected. He worked as a Keter Containment Engineer for the following year, during which he consulted on a few cases that involved anomalies that didn't fall into traditional SEKT classification. At the end of the year, following his consultations and another evaluation, Richard earned a fancy '+' in his title, and in his pursuit to do as much as possible, requested transfer to the Theoretical Anomaly Containment Group. It was approved. His work at the Site would be cut short following Incident-████, however, which resulted in his transfer to a new site. With the mass exodus to Site-42, the DIA had thought it be easier to throw him in there. And so he was, on a flight to California, to work at Site-42.
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