Patrick Cerebrum

(OOC okay everyone, say hi to the new ship's psychiatrist, the poor soul)
Name: Patrick Cerebrum
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Ethinic/Nationality: Caucasion/Canadian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 173 lb
Height: 5'10"
Position wanted: Chief Psychiatrist/Psychologist
Personality and Interests
Patrick is the universe's proof that insanity is contagious. He has spent his
entire life peering into the minds of lunatics, madmen, nutcases, psychotics,
schizophrenics, depressives, maniacs, megalomaniacs, obsessive-compulsives and
paranoiacs. This, as a result, has made him go slightly around the bend himself.
At any time, when not taking his medication, he can exhibit any of the
insanities had by any of his patients.
When he is sane or insane, coherent and nonviolent; he is actually quite
friendly, though he has trouble striking up permanent relations due to his
tendency to only remain sane for about fifteen to twenty minutes. For
crewmembers who have problems, he is always willing to lend a sympathetic ear
and listen to their problems, then he'll try to fix them (which is where the
process alway breaks down).
His hobbies include reading medical books and magazines; research into
psychatric equipment and drugs; and ingesting large quantities of alcohol in a
short period of time.
Background
Patrick, before joining the Space Corps, worked as a professional psychiatrist
in a mental hospital. Shortly afterwards, Patrick started to pick up his
patients' insanities. Eventually he was fired after interviewing a psychotic and
then tearing up the building with a chainsaw. He became a phone counselor and
talked to six people, who all committed suicide the next day, before he was
fired. He then signed up in the Space Corps medical division as a psychiatrist.
On the entrance exam he wrote that he was King Richard the Lionhearted one
thousand times and, despite this, passed with nearly perfect marks.
Patrick picked up even more insanities in the Space Corps as he was shunted from
ship to ship, transferred at the request of the captains on the grounds that the
chief psychiatrist should be saner than the patients he treats. He has served on
forty different ships in the last nine months, none for more than three weeks.
Recently, a cure has been developed for his condition that takes the form of a
blue pill loaded with chemicals that affect the glands in the brain. The pill
doesn't actually cure him, but makes him hallucinate he's a sane psychiatrist.
He is now more or less sane when he's taken his pill, except for the occasional
hallucination that he is invincible or can fly. It was this pill that gave him
the idea that all mental problems could be cured through drugs and technology.
This might not be such a large problem, except it also gave him the idea that
everybody is suffering from at least one mental illness and therefore needs
curing.
Quote/saying/Piece of advice
"Oh great, yet another chance to peer into the mind of a deranged psychopath.
Joy."