Name: Juno Dagon, though if you call him anything other than Dagon or Sir, you’re probably up s**t creek already.
Gender: Male. Expressly so.
Age: Thirty-seven
Occupation: Geneticist/biochemist

Physical Description: Juno is moderately tall, quite thin, and dazzlingly attractive, standing just under six feet in height. His hair is orange-red, straight, and sleek. He wears it cropped to somewhere almost-shoulder-length, with long bangs that fall across and into his eyes. Those eyes are hazel, and Juno neither wears nor needs glasses, although he spends most of his time in lab goggles. When he works in the lab, which is most of the time, Juno ties his hair up in a ponytail and pins his bangs back. His overall appearance is vaguely feminine, offset by his obviously masculine movements and mannerisms. Generally, unless he is doing something that requires non-lab attire—which is almost never—Juno wears a simple dress shirt and tie under a lab coat. The coat always starts out pressed and spotless, although by the end of the day it has usually acquired some stains or burns. His pants are generally pressed and usually khaki. Overall, Juno is tidy in appearance.
Personality: Juno is not cuddly. Juno doesn’t understand social cues. Juno smiles like this. Juno is gay as all hell, but Juno likes upsetting people and has found that sexual harassment is one of the things that achieves that on the grandest scale and as quickly as possible. He might be beautiful, but that’s just about his only redeeming feature. Juno isn’t exactly the kind of person you want to take out for dinner, unless you want him to steal your DNA and possibly slip a few new prototype chemicals into your soup, just to see if they kill you or not. It’s highly likely that other crew members have heard of him from those unfortunate enough to spend time with him, and in the instructions given out to all Peregrine voyagers, the odds are high that there was a page with Juno’s picture and a warning about him. Parents tell their children to stay away from him. The other geneticists are afraid of him. He makes lab techs cry.

He is egotistical, cold, and disdainful toward everyone else. The laboratory is his life, and he has no problem with spending day after day in there working. He doesn't have relationships grounded in affection (anymore...once was enough for him), and views people with the same sort of interest with which he views experiments. He has absolutely no remorse. He will hurt or use or insult people and not feel the least bit bad about it. His clinical upbringing and engorged ego from an early age seem to have left him rather empty. He takes real pleasure in embarrassing people and pointing out how wrong they are, and also in making people cry. In short, his conscience is dead.

That-said, Juno does have one real love: his science. Juno is enamored with the lab and works tirelessly on his projects, putting his entire being into them until they are perfect. He is fascinated by the human genome, and his successes with cloning are the result of the effort he puts into his craft. His passion for genetics and biochemistry and his brilliance are what earned him his status and honours.

Oh, and by the way, Juno technically suffers from (well…he enjoys every minute of it) dissocial personality disorder. He is more or less incapable of empathy, and even if he were capable of it, he wouldn’t care about you. Juno is out for Juno, and possibly for some other things that he’s definitely not going to disclose to anyone. He is capable of being polite under dire circumstances, but please don’t expect him to be friendly. Sorry, you’re not Juno, you’re not his deceased family, and therefore, you are not of interest to him.

It’s also quite possible that he’s a eugenicist, though he’s definitely not a Nazi.

History: Juno was born in Ottowa, Canada. He was the only child of a quantum physicist and a college chemistry professor, the latter of whom died in a lab accident when Juno was two. He did not have much contact with his physicist father, who worked long hours at the lab, generally dumping Juno in nursery school until late hours, when he would bring the boy home and lecture him on in-depth science topics. So basically, Juno grew up a scientist. His father taught him basic addition when he was two, and he learned to read at an early age. While he didn’t understand much that Dad talked about, he was a very bright boy and picked up on early childhood learning much more quickly than an average child.

He was sent to kindergarten, where he learned absolutely nothing and gave up in disgust. He found that making fun of the other children, none of whom seemed to know anything about atoms or math beyond counting, was a good way to pass the time. He was frequently sent home with notes from the teacher about his bullying problems and, although he never laid a finger on another student, he was almost always in trouble. These problems continued, and Juno continued learning at a far more rapid pace than his peers.

By fifth grade, Juno had exhausted the science and math class possibilities in his kindergarten-to-eighth school, and his father had him removed from classes and set him up with a private tutor. The eleven-year-old progressed rapidly in those areas, but he did poorly in other subjects, like English and the social sciences. This didn’t seem to bother father or son, and by the time Juno was fifteen, he had completed chemistry and biology to the college level and was excelling at calculus. His sophomore English grade was a B, and he was barely passing social studies. All the same, he was accepted into a prestigious institute of technology for dual-enrollment courses in biology, chemistry and calculus.

At age eighteen, Juno had completed four years’ worth of college science and math courses, and he moved into graduate programs, obtaining the college credits he needed for his master’s in biochemistry. He spent two years as a lab tech for a prestigious genetic engineering company, and then went for his master’s degree in genetic engineering. Now aged twenty-five, Juno and two classmates moved on to work as scientists in the same company they had once all worked in as techs. Two years later, fed up with the company, they branched off and started a company of their own.

This company, an independent research organization, was flourishing, particularly as the economy came together, and Juno’s life was finally starting to fall into place. He had fallen in love with one of his former laboratory technicians, young Sable Hazard, had cloned two children with the man, and briefly took on responsibility of another child (though why anyone would give Juno children was…uncertain).

Then…things took a wrong turn. Juno’s foster-child, a girl with a rare allergy to ultraviolet light, would have been cured if the prototype drugs Juno had fed her had worked correctly with her metabolism…but they didn’t. The by now exceptionally revered scientist barely escaped the inquiries with his reputation intact, though he managed to avoid lawsuits and passed it off as a lab accident. Sable left, leaving the children behind to be dealt with by their barely-competent-at-raising-children other father.

Juno was…nearly devastated, but he started working harder at science and began selling bioweapons under the counter to the highest bidders. Sable returned, and Juno thought life would be all right again. He and Sable were married quietly, things were looking wonderful…until a devastating accident took his husband and both his children. For the first and last time in his life, Juno experienced true grief. He went into mourning, sold off his extremely expensive house and even more expensive car, and volunteered his services on the Peregrine. Of course, as soon as he boarded the ship, any humanity he might have had fell away.

The crash hasn’t impressed him yet, and he spends most of his time attempting to gather DNA samples from everything he can, as well as tinkering with genes to see if there’s anything he can do to enhance people. And he’s taken a shine to our dear Captain Laurence, though not in a romantic sense. More of a…“touch you inappropriately because you can’t fire me because we’re crashed on a godforsaken rock,” sort of sense.

Particular Skills: If you want it cloned, if you want it frozen to be thawed later or you want it thawed, if you want it mixed with other genes and put back together in a functional way, send it to Juno. He can do just about anything within Earth’s technological limitations. If there’s alien tech out there involving genetics, he’s going to find it eventually, and God protect us when he does.
Other Stuff: Just…for the record, I would prefer nobody try to ‘save’ or ‘change’ or ‘fix’ Juno. He won’t be falling in love, he won’t be changing his ways, and he definitely won’t be turning straight.

NOTE: Juno is neither a ***** nor a rapist, honestly.

OTHER NOTE: Sable Hazard and the two children are the brainchild of soutou, who is not a member of this shop. Just wanted to mention her involvement in Juno’s canon. :3

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