[OOC] No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

[InfamousGuy101]

@Sep
Understood. Will keep those areas secured.

[ShwiggityShwah]

Edit- Disregard

[Sep]

@Valorous Roslin military, just think of traditional US Military branches. You've got the Navy, Airforce and Army. It's pretty standard layout, which is why I didn't feel the need to mention specifically. In reference to their tech, which I've mentioned now and then. It's very robust, rather than high tech. Roslin stuff is built to last.

@ShwiggityShwah Chief of Engineering reports directly to the CO and the XO. @InfamousGuy101 is in charge of the Marine Contingent, technically he can give you orders but he's not who you report too.

[13org]

@Xandrya

Maybe not in an intimate level, but they would at least know each other since they work in similar areas, and often Maeve herself would tell her patients to see Melanie, right?

MAybe even friends, idk XD

[Valorous]

@Sep

Thanks, I'll try to have my CS up by tonight-tomorrow night at the latest.

[Xandrya]

@Xandrya

Maybe not in an intimate level, but they would at least know each other since they work in similar areas, and often Maeve herself would tell her patients to see Melanie, right?

MAybe even friends, idk XD

@13org

Yeah, at the very least they'd be acquaintances.

[Cairo]

@The Valkyrie Sure, they could probably have something of a friendship - I'd imagine the machinery at Hydroponics would require pretty frequent maintenance, and though Audrey didn't get out basically at all before she got her augments, they could have known each other from school, if you want to make that part of Rois' backstory.

[ShwiggityShwah]

@Cairo

Oh I forgot the Robotist. You're definitely going to get an ear full from me from time to time about the worker drones going all funny. Also Im not sure if she'd be interested in cybernetics but seeing as Sullies a fleeter, he'd like to gab with her from time to time.

[Xandrya]

I will update my CS' relationships section when I get home and I'll tag the players whose characters are involved. I feel bad for y'all 😈

[13org]

Someone needs to make more single guys

[Sep]

@13org William Locke is single, a bit older and more unavailable.

[Rawk]

Someone needs to make more single guys

@13org

They always make better NPCs anyway...

[POOHEAD189]

Single, but good luck

[Xandrya]

@ShwiggityShwah@Sep@Superboy@InfamousGuy101@Heat@Rawk@13org

Alright guys, we've either talked about our characters' relationships or you have me in your list. Please take a quick look at my own list and tell me whether you agree and/or would like to add something, etc.

[Heat]

@ShwiggityShwah that seems like it'd be fun. Michael might not grasp humor fully, haha.

[oakman]

Here is my entry, sorry if it's a bit lengthy.
(And yes I did draw the image description from the ground up :3 )

Dr. Ludwig Dobrov XII

D r . L u d w i g D o b r o v X I I

"Look at this, ain't she a beauty?"
"Why do I look like an ancient rock music performer?"
"Me and the guys are making these 'what if's fake ID's to pass the time down at fabrication,
when it came to you we thought '21st century's futuristic vision theme'. I think we nailed it."
"You did."

Player Name: Oakman
Character Name: Dr. Ludwig Dobrov XII
Character Age: Born 2176 – 45 years old.
Character Gender: Male
Profession: HCCA (Head of Civilian Crew Affairs) – Office of Civil Rights.
Nationality: Roslin Federation.

Strengths:

"Riots are the sparks, Revolution is the Fire"

Dr. Ludwig has the natural ability to address a massive crowd of people from different backgrounds and speak his ideas, message, ideals, and thoughts without hesitation. He can unite a group of people for a common cause, as he has done so quite a few times during his life. Dr. Ludwig's talent is in that initial cry of encouragement and unification, he only unites the people under one banner, ignite the spark. However he has never took the actual role of leading people, or seeing what he is rallying people for through. Most of times he believes in what he yells- as he prefers to speak without the aid of technology, believing human voice to be powerful enough- other times he is paid to rally people to a certain cause. He was paid by state governors to calm the dissatisfied people, by politicians looking to gain new backers and supporters, or even start a riot for causes that would benefit a commercial corporation.

"I made a fortune as a young teenager by arm-wrestling adult fishermen"

Dr Ludwig can arm-wrestle the biggest man in the room and win without breaking a sweat, and he doesn't even use his right prosthetic arm, instead he wrestles with his regular left arm. He always had strength in his arms from a young age, his mother told him he was the descendant of some very strong Scandinavian tribe and ever since he never lost a round of arm-wrestling. Now that he is forty-five years old he stopped partaking in the sport, not for the lack of strength, but to maintain his facade of elegance and status. His right prosthetic arm is a sleek combat-ready issue, meaning he can punch through materials like cardboard, plaster, break bones, or use it as a defensive shield against knives and blunt weaponry. Activating his prosthetic right arm's combat features however drains a lot of energy, and hence they are designed for emergency situations, and rarely to assault a platoon.

"The Tongue is the Deadliest Muscle"

Aside from his ability to rally a group of people for a certain cause, Dr. Ludwig further developed himself through years of reading and researching human behavior, human motives, body language, psycholinguistics, basic psychology, and economy. He can't manipulate a person to do his bidding, however he can tell why the same individual wouldn't do certain things and thus come up with ways to convince them otherwise. He can partake in debates and use whatever means necessary to win, or get his points across in an unfiltered and uncensored manner. He values expression of thoughts and facts over the consideration of emotion or social decorum, and hence he can sometimes strike below the belt when it comes to heated conversations and debates. Dr. Ludwig can speak to anyone, from a lowly technician with extreme introversion and selective mutism, to a high ranking official with royal background and delusions of grandeur. As long as it involves a tongue, and a set of ears, he can do wonders.

Weaknesses:

"Material Gain isn't Greed, it's Survival"

Dr. Ludwig is forty-five years old yet he never had a stable relationship, he never experienced intimacy, never had a circle of close friends. He can be quite the charming gentleman, or quite the understanding friend, however people always begin avoiding him after getting to know shades of his true personality. He is by far the most materialistic person in the room, he values resources-physical resources- and material gain over anything noble or ulterior. He is quite frank when it comes to material gain, either in the form of currency, promotion, shift in status, or recognition by a body of peers, he always makes it clear to people that it is his priority or motive. And hence he gets a reputation for being selfish, greedy, and of no potential to do good without expecting reward.

"Annoying? If a cockroach told you that, would you be offended?"

Dr. Ludwig is a massive pain the sides. For what he has in the department of public speaking, analyzing people, and a diction worthy of celebrated writers, he lacks the basic trait of being tolerable. When he is not being ludicrously rude and unbound by basic social etiquette, he is quite annoying and pesky. Sometimes it's his inquisitive attitude, sometimes it's his non-stop monologues, other times it is just his presence in the same room. People have always sought Dr. Ludwig in his line of work for he was among the best in what he accomplished, however people also left him as soon as their queries are answered, not wanting to spend another minute in his presence. This mixed with his principles on prioritizing material gain over deeper spiritual or humane motives earned him the nickname "Dr. Bugwig".

"Our greatest enemy isn't the unknown, but the familiar that one night decides to murder the hand which fed it for years"

As intelligent and understanding as Dr. Ludwig may seem, he has a great bias against Martians and Fleeters. He doesn't hold grudges for those factions specifically, but he considers people outside of Earth as secondary in importance or level of status. He keeps an open-mind amidst a crowd of scientists and thinkers, however when he is in a room full of common Martians he displays disgust, and unreasonable disdain. This aspect of him is yet to be known publicly, and he doesn't seem to acknowledge it as something he should work on, instead he takes great pride in being Earth-born, and Earth-raised.

Personal Effects:

- Framed Photo of his Deceased Mother
- His original Bachelor's Degree in Linguistic Sciences Certificate
- His 3rd Doctorate thesis draft, a 200 pages binder with metal paperback
- A preserved Newspaper Clipping of the Soviet's Luna 2 moon landing of 1959
- Rare 2nd Edition Dracula by Bram Stoker, final chapter missing.
- 1 X Spare D.O.L.L.C.O.M Combat-Ready prosthetic right arm.
- 2 X Prosthetic Arm Maintenance and Repair kit.
- 10 X Empty 400 pages Notebooks.
- 1 X pack of 5 Premium Synthetic Lead Pencils.
- A rusty magenta dog collar.
- 1 X personal computer with its accessories.
- An accurate miniature of his Vladirlington Envoker Mark III.
- 1 X Autobiography

Bio:

2176 - Neo Portland, Oregon, The Roslin Federation

June the 5th, 8:56 PM
A middle-aged woman in a fancy purple dress laced with ember resin and diamonds is laying on a hospital stretcher, screaming for husband in a terrified tone. She was shrieking for help, as if something unnatural was about to befall her, she shifted between sharp screeching and soft, subtle whimpers. A group of three android nurses rushed to the woman and began their programmed protocols of comforting her, calming her down until a Doctor was to arrive. She kept screaming for her husband, the nurses insisted that the woman should relax her vocal cords.

After several minutes of struggle the android nurses restrained the woman and injected her with sedatives. "Is it going to risk the delivery?" one android asked in a monotone voice, it was one of them cheaper and older model T//BOT.s medical androids. "Negative, we must separate the two as per the instructions," another android replied.

June the 9th, 6:35 AM
The middle-aged woman woke up and slowly recollected a distant dream. What started as a brief confusion quickly turned into unspeakable horror when she felt her womb lighter, emptier, and slightly burning. "My Baby," she uttered in fear, then followed by a scream of confusion as she realized she was shackled to her bed. Moments pass by and the same 3 android nurses arrive with the most unnatural mannerisms, the woman didn't know their artificial nature, didn't care as she quickly asked not of her location but the whereabouts of her baby. "Ma'am you are in shock, you were admitted 4 days prior after surviving a lethal accident," an android delivered the facts in the same monotonous voice, "You are the sole survivor, your husband passed away last night. Please take a moment to process your grief," the same android instructed. The woman was left with extreme confusion, her thoughts suddenly suspended upon hearing the death of her husband, and still no mention of her 9 months old unborn baby.

2188 - Neo Portland, Oregon, The Roslin Federation
June the 5th, 4:50 PM

Ludwig Sat on the porch of his house, observing the afternoon sun shimmering off the pacific waves. His face rested on both his palms, while his thighs supported his elbows. His eyelids covered half his eyeball as he lost himself to the breeze and the sight of fish swarming below the waves. Behind him was a massive traditional hand-made banner that read:

"HAPPY 12th BIRTHDAY LUDWIG DOBROV XII - LOVE AND LOVE"

And in in a smaller font:

"WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MOM and DAD"

Ludwig's aunt approach him and sat beside him, "where are they Aunt Julie?" Ludwig asked. His aunt couldn't gather the courage to break his heart, she opted to hug him and remind him that he was greatly loved by her, and his parents.

2216 - Undisclosed Site, The Roslin Federation
XX XX XX, 3:22 AM

Ludwig is 40 years old, single, alone, about to board one of the Arks leaving Earth for good. He was lighting an artificial cigar, staring up the stars, taking in the ghastly play of silent actors and unmasked, naked galaxies. A pair of fingers tapped his shoulder, he turned his head and saw her, his colleague Meredith.

"When it was made known to me that we won't be boarding the same Arks it felt like a punch to the gut, but look at me complaining about surviving extinction, even if it meant surviving it alone," she understood him, yet she didn't fear laying it out, expressing her innermost feelings to him. He nodded as if it was richer than any word, as if his nod had greater weight than any made up string of words, and to her it had value. His nod was one of understanding, and perhaps slight grief. She took out a book from her purse and handed it to him, "Look at this, they finally published your autobiography."

"A bit late isn't it?" He chuckled.

"Not to me, I'm taking a copy with me aboard the Ark," she leaned in to embrace him, she hesitated and pressed her hands against his instead. "Stay safe, I will miss you greatly."

He leaned in, embraced her and whispered to her ears, "Thanks you, I will be missing you as well." They exchanged one final glance of warmth, as if that of parting friendship, then she walked away in the night's mist. Ludwig examined the book's cover, much to his chagrin the book used a portrait of his. He browsed through the initial pages and stumbled into the book's outline:

" I was born and raised in Neo Portland, Oregon. My mother fled the European Confederacy after meeting my father, they both eloped to the pacific northwest where they also had their honey moon. I don't remember my early years with them as I only remember as far as the age of six when my Aunt began looking after me, I used to see my father and mother once every 3 weeks, and they'd stay for a short amount of time before leaving again. They kept talking about how they are occupied with something greater than anything they have embarked on, and that even though they loved me they couldn't leave what they were working on. They never told me what they were in charge of, and I stopped caring about it when my mother passed away in 2196.

Everybody called it the "Three Day War", the day Humanity and its future was altered in ways it never experienced before. At the time I dismissed the idea of extraterrestrial invaders, and merely blamed the Martians. For some reason or another I was convinced that the Martians finally decided to retaliate against Earth for some reason or another, other days I made up other theories and explanations. This was before I started my career in Linguistics and before getting my PHD's. I was naive, but I was preoccupied with my mother's mysterious death. Even in the midst of Extraterrestrial attack I heard naught from my father, neither to comfort me after losing a mother, or to shield me against an Alien threat.

By 2206 I had already completed my Thesis for my 2nd Doctorate in the field of Human Behavior and Linguistic Communications, I had worked as a public speaker for various companies, organizations, political campaigns and propaganda programs. I have made progress in a few under the notion of supporting my beliefs, and most of the times I was paid to move the masses. I am not ashamed to admit that some of the rallies I led were benefiting corporations I won't name, and I was exclusively paid to do just that. In 2207 I was contacted by an organization I won't name that discussed my potential employment in their program, at the time of writing this autobiography the matter was still private, but trust me when you are reading this book fifty years from now, you will know what program I am talking about.

In 2215 I began working as the Federation's diplomat in external affairs pertaining to the Genesis Project, during my first 2 years serving as the Federation's representative I was forced to meet and deal with numerous Martians. It was a new experience to me as I have never met a martian before, I have to admit they were different. Something just didn't feel right about Martians, I'm not saying they are inherently problematic, however they think and act differently than we Earth-born would. Nonetheless it was a new experience for me, and I was thrilled not only by the promise of wealth but also fame and recognition by my peers whether on Earth or on Mars."

2221 |CURRENT| the Vitae

Ludwig has been on the Vitae for over five years now, he began working as the Head of Civilian Crew Affairs. He was responsible for keeping the awaken civilian crew happy and harass-free from both other civilians and military personnel. Ludwig is also the appointed representative and diplomat speaking for the people of the Roslin Federation, and the official consultant of Federation affairs. Despite his slight bias towards the Federation, Ludwig still considers his service towards the civilians and protecting both their comfort and liberties his utmost responsibilities. In the effort to further establish more clear notions of rights for the civilians and avoid a complete military rule without accountability, Ludwig established the Office of Civil Rights under the authority and blessings of the United Earth Council.

It's been five years and for Ludwig it's been the same routine, which mostly included very little intimate human interaction after his official office and working hours. He still thinks of Meredith, the closest person he has to a friend, who unfortunately boarded a different Ark. Ludwig began developing quite the unfavorable reputation for himself as an annoying and pesky person, especially to the Marines and and the higher ranking officials. His inquisitive nature and persistent manner even granted him a few anonymous hate letters, and even one death-threat signed with "You know me, because I hate you so much Dr. Ludwig".

Civil Rights and Civilian comfort being the top agendas on Ludwig's schedule, he never hesitates to be pesky to almost anyone necessary to further his agendas and goals. Despite this all, Ludwig is still quite popular among the low ranking workers, engineers, service providers, and anyone that ever felt crushed by unjust situation or parties.

Relationships: Nothing intimate or special with anyone specific. Ludwig can talk to almost anyone with no trouble, regardless of rank or status. However due to personality flaws (read weaknesses) it is very hard for people to stick with him beyond his working hours.

It is important to note that generally he has a reputation for being annoying and inconvenient, because he prioritizes solving crew issues over the comfort of those responsible or even under question, again regardless of occupation or rank.

However, as mentioned in the bio, Ludwig is the people's champ in a sort of way. The working class so to speak and service providers always find a savoir in him whenever they are treated unjustly, threatened, or need help with a party or a situation beyond their hands.

Edit: Ops, forgot to touch the Spaghetti

[Heat]

@Sep my second character is ready for judgement.

[The Valkyrie]

Reading through the wiki while I work on my CS: "In the VIP section of the Vibe, it is a more relaxed area. Several pools are here, often occupied by bikini clad women."

Where my buff, speedo-clad men at? What's a hard working woman gotta do around here to get some eye candy, sheesh? xP Jk, but it is a funny mental picture.

Definitely enjoying reading the wiki so far. Great stuff. (8

[13org]

@Sep

I'll admit, I had some problems writing Maeve's Bio (mainly because the universe of this RP is so big and extensive I had some troubles with dates, historical events & etc. but I hope it's ok XD)

(Also guys, take a look at the relationships section and see if you guys agree to what I've written (Mainly Audrey @Cairo and Sullivan@ShwiggityShwah, since Melanie is already ok XD)

Maeve Katz

Maeve Katz

^{Played by @13org}

Character Age: 24
Character Gender: Female
Profession: Surgeon/Medic
Appearance: With only 1,65m, Maeve has a small and delicate frame. Coupled with her beautiful eyes, hair and her stunning looks, the name Maeve couldn't be more fitting for her. Just like her name, her appearance can be described only as 'intoxicating'.
Nationality: Martian

Strengths:

• Surgeon: Coming from a family of renowed physicians, surgeons and medics, it was no big news when she showed natural talent towards medicine. Called a genius physician since she was young, despite her 'unique' personality, there is no one better for the job, be it complicated and complex surgeries or simple medical consultation.
• Singer: Maeve has an enchanting and intoxicating voice, fitting with her name. Coupled with her appearance, she was considered almost an 'idol' around the Martian military when she sang to them in parties or just to raise the morale. It always came as a surprise that such a beautiful and delicate woman as her was in the military.
• Agile and flexible body: Since she was young, Maeve practiced gymnastics and due to that, she has a very fit, agile and flexible body. Coupled with the CQC training she had to take when serving the Martian military, she might be pretty, but she is no pushover and her kicks are no joke, even to big guys.
• At least you need to know CQC: One thing she learned when serving the military was CQC. Even though others deemed her a completely hopeless case regarding to actual firearms, she was still agile and dexterous enough to learn CQC. Using her flexible, dexterous and agile body, she was able to counter (for the most part) the obvious disadvantage she had on CQC due to her size. Learning to wield small, light knives offensively was also something a bit more that she had to learn in order to not be 'useless' as her instructor said to her.

Weaknesses:

• Notoriously bad with guns: Maeve's lack of skill with firearms was famous back in the Martian military. Ironically enough, even though her aim is very good when throwing knives, she is simply unable to hit anything even when wielding a pistol and rifles are too unwieldly and heavy for her. In any situation involving guns, Maeve is next to useless unless it's only one person and standing next to her.
• Flirt: Maeve often enjoys teasing others, especially if she sees they are attracted to her.
• Curiosity killed the Katz: Maeve is... very curious. In many aspects.
• Cunning: Maeve has a sharp tongue... some say that it's too sharp for her own good. Once again, her personality proves to be too fitting with her own name as her words can be as poisonous and intoxicating as her appearance.
• Indifference: Be it for the good or for the bad, Maeve is completely indifferent to all the situation that the humanity is in or even any previous hostility between factions. Due to her being raised literally running from a wasted country just to go to Mars, where she would only find more war, she developed this trait almost as a self-defense mechanism in order to not lose her mind. She is most of the times with a tranquil expression or even with a smile on her face, but this can also be seen as offensive by some who still have resentment with past conflicts or wars.

Personal Effects:

• VR Kit: Recently bought specifically to be shipped to the Vitae, it's the latest technology on VR on the market. She spent a decent amount of money on that, but she claims it's just 'something she had laying around'.
• A personal laptop: Her personal laptop. It is a customized model, made mainly for gaming to be used with a VR kit. She is actually a bit embarrassed of showing that she enjoys gaming to others.
• Books: Ranging from romance to fantasy and ficction, reading is one of her hobbies.
• Daggers: Two small, thin daggers. Their light weight and superior handle are perfect for Maeve's light and agile frame. They were a gift from the medical team that she used to work with while in the military.

Bio:

Having to face every day the potential threat of the Devastators, Maeve never knew a world before them. All those things contributed for her to become quite indifferent to the ongoing crisis that the humanity was facing. Much like many other children born in the middle of the biggest crisis the humanity had ever faced, she always had an positive outlook and simply lived her life normally, like any other child would do before all that started. Many people often said that this new generation and their outstanding capability to grow, adapt and even thrive in such a situation of crisis was exactly what the humanity needed to raise their heads and fight for a better future.

Maeve's family, the Katz, were originally from the Fifth Reich but they saw simply no future in the Fifth Reich, suffocated, living completely isolated from the rest of the world while resenting over the past instead of looking to the future... For the Katz, that saw no future or even an desire to evolve and grow. It was almost like the Fifth Reich was just... waiting for it's own death. Leaving the Fifth Reich with the help of the Red Cross, they knew that even though they would lose part of their considerable wealyh, it would be worth it, since they would still be wealthy enough to afford a good lifestyle on Mars.

Adapting themselves to the way that the life was in Mars took a considerable time for them and e after living for more than a decade on Mars, they were still seen as foreigners, mainly because they didn't have any 'deep' connection to Mars or displayed such sense of duty towards it. Despite that, it was undeniable that they were pretty much one of the best surgeons and medics, contributing to save the lives of many Martians, be them civilians or not.
Coming from such a family, it wasn't a surprise when Maeve choose to follow her parents steps and become a surgeon. Graduating on the top of her class with only 17 years, she was considered by many as a genius with an unsurpassed knowledge of the human body, she was certainly someone that would save uncountable lives.

A few years after she graduated, Maeve would find herself serving under the Martian Military. There, she would become very respected as one of the best surgeons there despite her very young age. But ironically enough, what made her even more respected and had an even bigger impact than her skills on medicine was something entirely different... After the Three Day War, the biggest crisis that the humanity had ever faced, both morale and hope were very low. Millions had lost their lives on that day and a tragedy of that size wasn't easily forgotten even many years after that event.

On those dark times, people needed something to make them raise their heads, to make them stop looking back to the past and instead look to the future... That was when Maeve made her biggest contribution to the Martian Military, something that ironically had nothing to do with her medical skills. It started in a small talent show, organized by some members of the Military, hoping to raise the morale a bit and relieve all the stress that most people were suffering with. After some convincing, Maeve agreed to sing for them. After that evening, Maeve quickly became known as the 'Idol' of that unit. Her beautiful voice coupled with her intoxicating appearance and her carefree expression made the soldiers instantly fall in love with her. Even amidst such crisis, she was there on the makeshift stage, singing with a carefree smile on her face as she looked to the open-mouthed crowd, and she was having fun. On that moment, even if it was for a little bit, people stopped thinking about the Devastator threat, stopped thinking about those who lost their lives and instead simply looked at that young woman, who had just graduated herself, shining like a ray of hope amongst all that darkness. Even though it was just a small thing for Maeve, for many people on the military, that small and delicate girl, who couldn't even hold a rifle and was notoriously bad with a rifle, showed them that everything was not over. She proved them that they could still laugh, sing and be happy, that they could still enjoy their lives even after that happened. Initially, Maeve planned to stay on the military only for two years, but after that evening after discovering her newfound passion for music, for singing, she ended up staying, helping not only to heal the body, but their spirit and mind as well.

Years later, on 2215, when Maeve completed 18 years, she received an notification that she was selected to be aboard the Vitae, the Ark from the Genesis project. Even though the Genesis project was something that was made public some time ago, Maeve herself never cared too much about it, but now that she was one of the people that were selected, she knew that there was only one option. As much as it saddened, she knew she would had to leave her parents behind, as they were already old and probably wouldn't be accepted on the Vitae. The day she embarked on the Vitae was a silent day for Maeve. For one week, her beautiful voice remained in silence as she devoted herself completely to her work and playing VR games to pass the time. It was painful to leave her parents and all the friends she made on the Martian military behind, she knew their destiny, she knew it very well, yet, she also knew that the survival of the human race was more important... It was just after one whole year on the Vitae that Maeve's carefree smile returned to her face. She had yet to find an opportunity to sing to the people there, but she knew that she was doing her job as a medic as best as she could. Once again, the capability of the younger generation of adapting themselves and thriving even under situations where the hope seems completely lost would prove incredibly valuable.

Relationships:

Audrey Knight: Audrey is one of her patients. Since she has a habit of isolating herself, Maeve often has to search for her in order to check on her due to her fragile health.

Melanie Denise Larson: A friend and a psychologist, Maeve often sends her patients to Melanie for them to have a psychological check up.

Keith Sullivan: First met him in aboard the Vitae. As soon as he knew that she sang, he has been trying to set up opportunities for her to sing.

Code Word: Spaghetti

[POOHEAD189]

Work in Progress

Hider

Player Name: POOHEAD189
Character Name: Hal McCormick
Character Age: 32
Character Gender: Male
Appearance:
Profession: Marine Sergeant
Nationality: Roslin Federation
Strengths:

• Military Training: Proficient with military weapons, military equipment, and hand to hand combat.
• Tactical knowledge: Knows how to survey and judge a battlefield, and how to build a strategy.
• Linguistics: Knows multiple languages.
• Leadership: While he does not hold a high rank, he is cool and level headed and a capable leader when the need arises.

Weaknesses:

• Military mindset: It's often hard for him to think in civilian terms. He's known as a 'lifer' in the service.
• Laconic Speech: While he has a fair bit of wit, he isn't the long winded type and not entirely sociable.
• Pecking Order: He makes a capable leader, but he won't challenge command, even if the commander is inept. Just the way things are.
• Practical: While he's proud of where he came from and understand idealistic and nostalgic notions, he'll still toss away or destroy near anything that is useless in order to get the job done. Some people who are still attached to the Old World can find it discerning.

Personal Effects:

• Father's Necklace
• Best friend's Dog Tags
• Flask
• Smooth river stone
• Beef Jerky

Bio: Hal was born in Kentucky to agricultural experts, as his father used to say. Hal and the rest of the world called them farmers. Though while Hal helped around the farm with the cattle and plowing when he could, his first job was in town as a paper boy. Most people felt the rough albeit mundane life suited him. But Hal disagreed. He felt an idealistic notion of changing the world in a more radical fashion. Perhaps it was his interest in history, or perhaps it was his long line of military ancestors. But he signed up for the service as soon as he could.

Hal spent the next year in basic training, and once he completed it, he was sent to Fort Braxton for another 7 months before he was sent to battle insurrectionists in South America. He arrived there and essentially hit the ground running, because his transport chopper was shot down en route. He survived with a jump, and aided a fellow injured soldier to their rendezvous point. Once he arrived, he was already hailed as capable, receiving a certain amount of respect most newfish didn't acquire so quickly.

He did not disappoint.

The next six years, he lived, bled, and killed with the best of them. He rose to corporal, and then sergeant. Hal was never told what prompted him to get called for the Ark (other than a vague reference to his exemplary military record), but his call to fame was causing a 10 man team to surrender with naught but his sidearm, having flanked them and ordering his men to provide cover fire at just the correct time. After six years, he was then given leave and went home to visit his family.

It was during these 9 months of home life that he was informed of the next impending Devastator attack, and the Ark project. Five days later, he received the call for military personnel to join the venture. At first, he refused. If the Devastator threat was approaching once more, he felt duty bound to fight against the alien threat. However it was by his father's wishes that he accepted the duty.

Relationships: You've been on this ship for at least five years, maybe more. Please talk to other players, and feel free to establish connections with other players.
Code Word:

@POOHEAD189

If any of you want to make a friendship with my guy, lemme know.