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Name: Sasha Belov
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Nationality: Russian
Role: Mercenary
Specialty: Being a gym rat. Sasha excels at hand to hand combat, if not just by brute strength alone. He is, however, genuinely skilled at fighting. He's got a right hook like a freight train.
Personality:
Intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, cold. With the determination of a true soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind to. His sheer will and tenacity make him a valuable ally.
But, despite being gun-for-hire, Sasha is far from evil. His softer side isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. He's generally quiet and reserved in unfamiliar settings, afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded. But when he's decided that you're his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge.
Appearance:
Sasha is a very large, muscular man. He stands at six foot seven, has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold in appearance. They go just right with his perpetual frown. Sasha has several tattoos. His most notable tattoos are a compass that points West on his left chest, and a line of words in Russian on his arm. The words are now difficult to read due to a thin, raised scar that runs right through the middle of them.
His wardrobe matches the rest of him: drab and lacking imagination. He sports army green tank tops, cargo pants, boots, and similar attire. His go-to colors seem to be dull green, tan, black, and brown.
Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.
History:
Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. He was born to a desperately poor family in the slums. His mother was a seamstress who worked long hours, and his father was a former soldier, now a notorious alcoholic with intense PTSD. Sasha grew up seeing little good in the world, and eventually grew a bleak outlook on life. To him it was clear that he'd never make something of himself without stepping on a few toes. So step he did.
He joined the ground forces as soon as he could. At age 14, he was big enough to pass as a young adult, and given the political turmoil the country was facing, the recruiters didn't care to double check. He left home and never looked back. Sasha earned a name for himself, climbed in rank, achieving 2nd Lieutenant before he met a recruiter for a mercenary organization. He wasn't particularly patriotic, so the idea of abandoning his homeland for money and travel was a no-brainer.
Sasha stayed in and out of trouble for several years, but always kept the reputation of a hard worker and valuable soldier. He eventually started working for our Commander as part of his private militia. When the Commander, and his mercenaries, were hired by Whitmore as a protection detail for the explorers, Sasha came with them.
He's not overly hopeful to find anything down at the bottom of the sea. Sasha is more interested in the handsome payday that waits for them when they re-surface.
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Zoey Boey Spider!
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Name: Brooke Everett
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Role: Crew Member
Specialty: Linguist/Cartographer
Personality: Brooke is a bubbly woman with a passion for exploration and knowledge for the betterment of all. Good-hearted, kind, Brooke enjoys making friends and spreading her own ideas and taking in the ideas of others. It's a shame she's exceptionally awkward and uncharismatic. One would not have to take themselves too seriously in order to become friends with the woman who stammers and gesticulates wildly when trying to express an idea she is particularly invested in. Self-awareness isn't one of her strengths, but she has just enough of it to be embarassed after the fact. Brooke tries to be humble but what pride she does have is easily bruised. She's also a terrible liar and accidentally wears her heart on her sleeves, even though she often tries to put up a facade of being cool and 'scientist-y'. Brooke is insatiably curious and frankly put: gullible. It was this gullibility that allowed her to trust in herself that her grandfather, and Atlantis, was real, and worth pursuing. She has a borderline obsessive nature with the lost empire, and though she has accomplished some tasks in her academic career, the only thing she has ever truly wanted was to find that vanished bastion of civilization that vanished into the sea untold millenia ago. Since she severely lacks people to talk too about the things she cares about, Brooke has developed a habit of thinking aloud, or talking to herself.
This all being said, Ms. Everett is an exceptionally skilled linguist and cartographer. Her lack of tact is not to be confused with a lack of intelligence. It is her life's passion and work.
Brooke has a distaste for violence, and is particularly aware of the flaws of the society she lives in. If anything good has come out of her struggles, it's her deeply burning empathy with the experiences of others. Brooke also is addicted too really likes Cola, reading, playing board games. Of course, maps and languages are pretty great, too.
Brooke is fluent in English, Atlantean, Spanish, and Chinese. She's also basically skilled in Russian, Japanese, Italian, French, and Louisiana Creole thanks to her childhood friend, Penny.
Appearance: Brooke is black woman with a slender, almost-athletic build. Her short, curly black hair is kept up and semi-side swept, though it becomes unkempt quite frequently. She has big, glittering brown eyes, a broad flat nose and full, plump lips that smile easy, revealing her chipped right front tooth. Resting on the bridge of her nose is almost always a pair of thin-rimmed circular glasses that tuck neatly over her small ears.
Her glasses serve two purposes- to help with her short sightedness, and to subdue the effects of her amblyopia, sometimes referred too as lazy eye. When not wearing her glasses, her right eye tends to drift inwards towards her nose rather then agreeing with wherever her left eye is looking. She can still see out of it when it's like it, but it's vision is blurrier and it's much easier to just focus on what her left eye is seeing rather then straining herself to look out of her lazy one. Especially when it's mostly just her nose and whatever the left eye is seeing, but worse.
Her clothes are brightly colored, casually formal and practical. White undershirts underneath red vests or blazers, and tucked into pants or skirts depending on her mood or situation. The scholar slips into heels, pumps, and boots easily.
Other: Brooke's American accent is almost North-Eastern but a little too sugary southern sweet. Brooke is also decent at plumbing, so if this whole cartography thing doesn't work out she'll fall back on that and just be a little bit unsatisfied and bored for the rest of her life, but that's not too bad.
History: Brooke was raised by her grandfather, Raymond Everett, after her parents Raymond Jr. and Patricia Everett passed away shortly when she was a toddler. She didn't know them much personally, but she learned much of them and the type of people they were. Good, hard-working, rebellious and stubborn. The ideal American, the kind so very often disparaged by most of the real Americans. Through stories her grandfather told of her father and his daughter-in-law they seemed to be respectable, loving people. Even though they weren't around to teach her the more indepth lessons of being a person in this world, she looks up to them anyway.
But Raymond was the man who she took after the most, a self-made man born in the Northern United States before the Civil War. The deck was stacked against him, as it were, but he got lucky, and made it work. He taught her often of linguistics and map-making. He didn't push her into it, he didn't even particularly want her to follow in his footsteps, but his passion and love for the subject was contagious. It was his identity, and his smile brightened the room whenever little Brooke dared to ask about the subject unprompted.
Brooke made friends with a little girl named Penny, two years her junior, who moved up North with her family a while ago. They became fast friends, even though they came from different backgrounds, especially when it came to class.
But soon Penny's nomadic family moved again, to somewhere else. Raymond Everett became obsessed with Atlantis, a lost forgotten Empire. He drudged up evidence and books and found the beginnings of the Atlantean language. He needed Shepherd's Journal, but he could never quite track it down. She saw him less and less towards the final years of his life, and though he was a great man, he never could just let it go.
Years have passed since then, and Brooke found herself taking up her grandfather's torch in the field of Academia. Most of whatever money he had intended to pass down to her was gone, or has been spent in the time since his passing. Originally, she planned to not fall down the same trap he did and become ensared by visions of Atlantis. Instead she wanted to study other aspects of those fields and become renowned for her own discoveries. For a while, this was true, but...it was hard not to think about.
So, working as a plumber in the boiler room of a University, she has slowly but surely built a little bit of a name for herself, if not publicly. Since she's technically not really a scholar, her work tends to be co-opted without credit by other members of academia. It has gotten under her skin recently, but she'd distracted herself more and more with focusing on the Lost Empire of Atlantis and cracking the code of the Atlantean language. Within the last year she has finally gotten fluent with it, has learned it's syntax and grammar, and can read and write it. Even her grandfather was a novice at the language, but she had his work as a headstart. Now, she's diving headlong into finally making a name for herself with a discovery that can't possibly be covered up or be taken credit for by somebody else- the discovery of the lost city itself. All she needs, is Shepherd's Journal and-
Oh, boy. Here we go again. This time, though, she'll be careful. Fortunately, it's not like there's anyone relying on her, so no one will miss her if she goes crazy. Plus...she's actually onto something here!
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Role: Crew Member
Specialty: Linguist/Cartographer
Personality: Brooke is a bubbly woman with a passion for exploration and knowledge for the betterment of all. Good-hearted, kind, Brooke enjoys making friends and spreading her own ideas and taking in the ideas of others. It's a shame she's exceptionally awkward and uncharismatic. One would not have to take themselves too seriously in order to become friends with the woman who stammers and gesticulates wildly when trying to express an idea she is particularly invested in. Self-awareness isn't one of her strengths, but she has just enough of it to be embarassed after the fact. Brooke tries to be humble but what pride she does have is easily bruised. She's also a terrible liar and accidentally wears her heart on her sleeves, even though she often tries to put up a facade of being cool and 'scientist-y'. Brooke is insatiably curious and frankly put: gullible. It was this gullibility that allowed her to trust in herself that her grandfather, and Atlantis, was real, and worth pursuing. She has a borderline obsessive nature with the lost empire, and though she has accomplished some tasks in her academic career, the only thing she has ever truly wanted was to find that vanished bastion of civilization that vanished into the sea untold millenia ago. Since she severely lacks people to talk too about the things she cares about, Brooke has developed a habit of thinking aloud, or talking to herself.
This all being said, Ms. Everett is an exceptionally skilled linguist and cartographer. Her lack of tact is not to be confused with a lack of intelligence. It is her life's passion and work.
Brooke has a distaste for violence, and is particularly aware of the flaws of the society she lives in. If anything good has come out of her struggles, it's her deeply burning empathy with the experiences of others. Brooke also is addicted too really likes Cola, reading, playing board games. Of course, maps and languages are pretty great, too.
Brooke is fluent in English, Atlantean, Spanish, and Chinese. She's also basically skilled in Russian, Japanese, Italian, French, and Louisiana Creole thanks to her childhood friend, Penny.
Appearance: Brooke is black woman with a slender, almost-athletic build. Her short, curly black hair is kept up and semi-side swept, though it becomes unkempt quite frequently. She has big, glittering brown eyes, a broad flat nose and full, plump lips that smile easy, revealing her chipped right front tooth. Resting on the bridge of her nose is almost always a pair of thin-rimmed circular glasses that tuck neatly over her small ears.
Her glasses serve two purposes- to help with her short sightedness, and to subdue the effects of her amblyopia, sometimes referred too as lazy eye. When not wearing her glasses, her right eye tends to drift inwards towards her nose rather then agreeing with wherever her left eye is looking. She can still see out of it when it's like it, but it's vision is blurrier and it's much easier to just focus on what her left eye is seeing rather then straining herself to look out of her lazy one. Especially when it's mostly just her nose and whatever the left eye is seeing, but worse.
Her clothes are brightly colored, casually formal and practical. White undershirts underneath red vests or blazers, and tucked into pants or skirts depending on her mood or situation. The scholar slips into heels, pumps, and boots easily.
Other: Brooke's American accent is almost North-Eastern but a little too sugary southern sweet. Brooke is also decent at plumbing, so if this whole cartography thing doesn't work out she'll fall back on that and just be a little bit unsatisfied and bored for the rest of her life, but that's not too bad.
History: Brooke was raised by her grandfather, Raymond Everett, after her parents Raymond Jr. and Patricia Everett passed away shortly when she was a toddler. She didn't know them much personally, but she learned much of them and the type of people they were. Good, hard-working, rebellious and stubborn. The ideal American, the kind so very often disparaged by most of the real Americans. Through stories her grandfather told of her father and his daughter-in-law they seemed to be respectable, loving people. Even though they weren't around to teach her the more indepth lessons of being a person in this world, she looks up to them anyway.
But Raymond was the man who she took after the most, a self-made man born in the Northern United States before the Civil War. The deck was stacked against him, as it were, but he got lucky, and made it work. He taught her often of linguistics and map-making. He didn't push her into it, he didn't even particularly want her to follow in his footsteps, but his passion and love for the subject was contagious. It was his identity, and his smile brightened the room whenever little Brooke dared to ask about the subject unprompted.
Brooke made friends with a little girl named Penny, two years her junior, who moved up North with her family a while ago. They became fast friends, even though they came from different backgrounds, especially when it came to class.
But soon Penny's nomadic family moved again, to somewhere else. Raymond Everett became obsessed with Atlantis, a lost forgotten Empire. He drudged up evidence and books and found the beginnings of the Atlantean language. He needed Shepherd's Journal, but he could never quite track it down. She saw him less and less towards the final years of his life, and though he was a great man, he never could just let it go.
Years have passed since then, and Brooke found herself taking up her grandfather's torch in the field of Academia. Most of whatever money he had intended to pass down to her was gone, or has been spent in the time since his passing. Originally, she planned to not fall down the same trap he did and become ensared by visions of Atlantis. Instead she wanted to study other aspects of those fields and become renowned for her own discoveries. For a while, this was true, but...it was hard not to think about.
So, working as a plumber in the boiler room of a University, she has slowly but surely built a little bit of a name for herself, if not publicly. Since she's technically not really a scholar, her work tends to be co-opted without credit by other members of academia. It has gotten under her skin recently, but she'd distracted herself more and more with focusing on the Lost Empire of Atlantis and cracking the code of the Atlantean language. Within the last year she has finally gotten fluent with it, has learned it's syntax and grammar, and can read and write it. Even her grandfather was a novice at the language, but she had his work as a headstart. Now, she's diving headlong into finally making a name for herself with a discovery that can't possibly be covered up or be taken credit for by somebody else- the discovery of the lost city itself. All she needs, is Shepherd's Journal and-
Oh, boy. Here we go again. This time, though, she'll be careful. Fortunately, it's not like there's anyone relying on her, so no one will miss her if she goes crazy. Plus...she's actually onto something here!
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sassy1085 The Queen of Sassy
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Name
Rebecca James
Age
27
Gender
Transgender Female
Nationality
England
Role
Cook
Specialty
That little thief When Rebecca was a little girl, she used pickpocketed rich people where ever she goes. But don't worry, she doesn't pickpocketed people anymore since she is now full fledged citizen of society....Hey, where's my wallet?....OH THAT LITTLE BIT-
Few hours later
Huff...Huff Anyway, like her role says, she is a very talented cook which this skill surprise her peers, including herself
Personality
One best describe to our dear Rebecca personality is arrogant, sarcastic trickster who take steal wherever she goes and just being non-apologetic person but there more then meets the eye, Rebecca can be charismatic, friendly person once you get to know her.
Appearance
Rebecca James stands in 5'7 with her long blonde hair and her tan skin can make anyone swoon over her great appearance (her words, not my). Rebecca also some scars from her past, like a small scars on her arm, leg and hand and a bullet wound scar on her shoulder.
For wardrobe, Rebecca James just likes to wear casual clothes like coats, a white bottom shirt, black pants and black boots
History
When Rebecca James was born, her rat-bastard parents left her at the doorsteps of an orphanage and so are off the start, Rebecca life is not a good one at all. throughout her childhood, Rebecca have been skilled and troublesome child, she lie to adults, pickpocketed people and just cause havoc wherever she goes.
When she turn 16, she became a part of England most deadly gang....As their cook? Yeah, really, even Rebecca was surprise by this. To this day, Rebecca doesn't know why the gang want her as cook but she doesn't care, it the money that counts but at the same, Rebecca was having fun cooking, she just love the looks of the gang members faces when they are enjoying her foods and for once in her life, she finally feel happy after years of hearing for people telling her that she not special, she finally feel special by her peers.....But then crap hits the fan when one of gang member ratted the gang out to the police and all them, including Rebecca, was sent off to jail.
After spending months in the birdhouse, Rebecca was finally out and got a special call, a mission to look for a lost city. At first, Rebecca thought it was a joke....But on the other hand, Rebecca took picture with so much gold, she agree to go on the mission to look for the lost empire of atlantis. I mean, what could go wrong?
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Martian Possibly a mage
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Name:
Tristan Walker
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
Canadian
Role:
Scribe
Speciality:
Tristan is very perceptive and can record things in meticulous detail. He also has photographic memory which helps him recall anything he has ever seen. As such, he makes for a perfect record keeper.
Personality:
Tristan is a very peculiar person. While very observant, he has some issues with interpersonal relations, sometimes seeming distant or rude. The truth is that Tristan has trouble dealing with others and interpreting social cues, as he seems to be on the autistic spectrum. But for those he does manage to get along with, Tristan is a very caring and loyal friend. While he does not enjoy violence, Tristan is willing to fight to protect those he cares about.
Tristan is something of a perfectionist, always holding himself to a level that requires constant bettering. As such Tristan is always trying to learn all he can, viewing his photographic memory as a gift from God for just that purpose. Due to this high standard he can get quite annoyed with people who he views as purposefully ignorant.
Appearance:
Tristan is a man of average height, standing at 5’7’’, with a slender build that betrays his lack of manual labour in the past. His young face is accompanied by a mop of messy, dark brown hair, with matching sideburns, and eyes the colour of a chestnut. Tristan has a very pale complexion, as it seems like this expedition is the first time he has spent any amount of time outside in a long while. Tristan also hides a scar that runs up his right leg, the result of surgery when he was a child.
The choice of attire that Tristan has chose keeps in line with the privileged upbringing he had. The majority of the time he can be seen wearing a proper dress shirt and a full piece suit, usually in grey or brown, as well as finely pressed pants and a pair of well shined dress shoes. However, he has bought a pair of boots for the expedition, woefully unaware of the demands of the adventure and appropriate attire.
Other:
Tristan is perfectly fluent in English and French. He always has several notebooks on his person, and insisted that he bring along a new state of the art typewriter on the expedition.
History:
Born in the town of Berlin, the one in Canada, not Germany, Tristan was welcomed into a well off family. The Walkers had been in Canada for a few generations, rumour stating that they used to work for the Hudson Bay Company. Regardless of the past, the Walkers were rich, the patriarch, Elliot Walker, being a merchant with many connections across the nation. Growing up, Tristan would never want for anything, always having the newest clothes, the best education. It was expected that all this would ready Tristan to follow in his father’s footsteps.
However, Tristan found the world of business dealings quite boring, instead either making notes about nature in his journal or write poetry. It was during this time that Tristan discovered the works of H.G. Wells and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, stories full of adventure and wonder. These stories convinced Tristan that his calling was to write novels. This choice was looked at with disdain by Elliot Walker.
Tristan spent the next few years working on what he thought would be his magnum opus, the Eye of Wotan, an epic fantasy adventure. He spent years researching and planning the story, before spending several more years actually writing it. By the time that Tristan was finished he was at the age to attend college. His father decided to help him publish his novel, but only if he attended the University of Toronto. Tristan agreed, pursuing a degree in journalism.
After completing his first year, Tristan was elated to learn that the Eye of Wotan had been published. He was less elated when nobody was talking about it. Months went by and still no mention of his novel. After a year it became apparent that no one was buying his book. Depressed over this, Tristan barely finished his studies and obtained his degree. For the next half year, Tristan remained at his family’s home, feeling that his life was pointless. This ended when his father had enough and kicked him out.
Out on his own, Tristan almost became a vagrant, but he managed to score a position at a local newspaper. He held that position for several months before being approached by Preston Whitmore, a man he had interviewed for his book. The very wealthy elder offered him a position to document the events on an expedition he was organizing. Tristan agreed, believing that it would be much more interesting than working at a small town paper.
Name: Szalai Zalán
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: Austro-Hungarian
Role: Geologist/Excavation expert
Specialty: Identifying rocks, excavation, and mapping techniques
Personality: Szalai can be described as an introvert, calm, polite, and tends to go with the flow. He can be sociable when he wants to and around friends but, generally likes keeps to himself. Though he tends to go with the flow, he can be stubborn on certain topics, and it can be hard to dissuade him once he sets his mind on something.
Appearance:
Other: Speaks three languages, Hungarian, German, and English. Plus, he speaks with a Hungarian accent.
History: Born in Debrecen, Hungary to a relatively well off family and the first of three. He grew up Szalai's father was a geologist who worked with an oil company to find new oil deposits and was often away. Despite this Szalai would be close with his father and would receive letters from him when he could. It was during a family vacation to the western United States that would spark his interest in geology after seeing and then exploring the grand canyon. Wanting to learn about how it was formed and his father would help him along. Happy that Szalai was following in his footsteps.
It was at university that Szalai would show an interest in myths and legends of the world. After being introduced to it by a friend. Szalai would enjoy thinking about it. Reading about the many theories and locations like the Iram of the Pillars or Libertatia. Even if they may not exist, it was fun to speculate about and intrigued him. Szalai also planned to travel for a while once he was done and found a job.
After graduating while working for an oil company was lucrative. Szalai did not find it interesting or enjoyable and chose to pursue other options for employment. Eventually getting a job for a university in Vienna and moved there. After a recent trip to the Alps. Szalai would receive an offer to join an expedition to find Atlantis. Intrigued and excited for a chance to find the lost city. He accepted and was very eager for this expedition to bore fruit.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: Austro-Hungarian
Role: Geologist/Excavation expert
Specialty: Identifying rocks, excavation, and mapping techniques
Personality: Szalai can be described as an introvert, calm, polite, and tends to go with the flow. He can be sociable when he wants to and around friends but, generally likes keeps to himself. Though he tends to go with the flow, he can be stubborn on certain topics, and it can be hard to dissuade him once he sets his mind on something.
Appearance:
Other: Speaks three languages, Hungarian, German, and English. Plus, he speaks with a Hungarian accent.
History: Born in Debrecen, Hungary to a relatively well off family and the first of three. He grew up Szalai's father was a geologist who worked with an oil company to find new oil deposits and was often away. Despite this Szalai would be close with his father and would receive letters from him when he could. It was during a family vacation to the western United States that would spark his interest in geology after seeing and then exploring the grand canyon. Wanting to learn about how it was formed and his father would help him along. Happy that Szalai was following in his footsteps.
It was at university that Szalai would show an interest in myths and legends of the world. After being introduced to it by a friend. Szalai would enjoy thinking about it. Reading about the many theories and locations like the Iram of the Pillars or Libertatia. Even if they may not exist, it was fun to speculate about and intrigued him. Szalai also planned to travel for a while once he was done and found a job.
After graduating while working for an oil company was lucrative. Szalai did not find it interesting or enjoyable and chose to pursue other options for employment. Eventually getting a job for a university in Vienna and moved there. After a recent trip to the Alps. Szalai would receive an offer to join an expedition to find Atlantis. Intrigued and excited for a chance to find the lost city. He accepted and was very eager for this expedition to bore fruit.
The Whacko
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Name: Thucydides Beauregard
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Role: Operational Commander....AKA the Commander Who Will Inevitably Be Evil
Specialty: Military command, operational and small unit tactics, small arms and close quarters combat training.
Personality: A military man through and through, Thuycdides is a soul hardened by a long career of battle and scorn by his fellow Southrons. He prefers to lead from the front, unwilling to order to his men into any risk he would not take himself, and his dedication to the men and women under his command is unquestionable. He is somewhat cold and unemotionally professional to newcomers, but he's quick to warm up to those that earn his respect.
Appearance:
Other: Is familiar with French of those the Parisian and Cajun dialects.
History: Born and raised in the heart of Louisiana, Thucydides Beauregard comes from a long and proud history of military leaders. For most of his life he grew up loathed by his fellow Southerners for his family's siding with the Union during the American Civil War, to which he responded with equal amounts of spite and a redoubling of his devotion to his country. At 18 he joined the United States Marine Corps, seeing it as the greatest act of defiance he could manage against those that had labeled him and his family traitors to his homeland.
He'd go on to enjoy a long and successful career, rising to the rank of Captain during the Spanish-American War. Fighting from the Philippines all the way to the Boxer Rebellion, where extensive wounds ended his career with an honorable discharge. For the next ten years he would act as a consultant and trainer with various militaries around the world, eventually meeting the illustrious Preston Whitmore. Taken in with the old man's dedication to finding the lost city of Atlantis, he agreed to take on the role of operational leader of the armed team, seeing it as the ultimate cap to his career.
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Role: Operational Commander....AKA the Commander Who Will Inevitably Be Evil
Specialty: Military command, operational and small unit tactics, small arms and close quarters combat training.
Personality: A military man through and through, Thuycdides is a soul hardened by a long career of battle and scorn by his fellow Southrons. He prefers to lead from the front, unwilling to order to his men into any risk he would not take himself, and his dedication to the men and women under his command is unquestionable. He is somewhat cold and unemotionally professional to newcomers, but he's quick to warm up to those that earn his respect.
Appearance:
Other: Is familiar with French of those the Parisian and Cajun dialects.
History: Born and raised in the heart of Louisiana, Thucydides Beauregard comes from a long and proud history of military leaders. For most of his life he grew up loathed by his fellow Southerners for his family's siding with the Union during the American Civil War, to which he responded with equal amounts of spite and a redoubling of his devotion to his country. At 18 he joined the United States Marine Corps, seeing it as the greatest act of defiance he could manage against those that had labeled him and his family traitors to his homeland.
He'd go on to enjoy a long and successful career, rising to the rank of Captain during the Spanish-American War. Fighting from the Philippines all the way to the Boxer Rebellion, where extensive wounds ended his career with an honorable discharge. For the next ten years he would act as a consultant and trainer with various militaries around the world, eventually meeting the illustrious Preston Whitmore. Taken in with the old man's dedication to finding the lost city of Atlantis, he agreed to take on the role of operational leader of the armed team, seeing it as the ultimate cap to his career.
GM
Name: Khaldorenulline [Call-der-en-you-line] Nedakh [Ned-ock] Khaldor for short.
Age: 8500, Appears to be 24 or so
Gender: Male
Nationality: Atlantean
Role: Heir to the Throne
Specialty: Getting into trouble, defying his father's direct orders, you can't tell me what to do, old man, very athletic, can hold his breath and swim for an obscenely long amount of time.
Personality: Khaldor is a free spirit. He's very much unprepared to take his place as leader of Atlantis. Despite his father edging closer to the great light, Khaldor would much rather explore the ancient ruins than study politics and law. He's adventurous, curious, a bit hard headed, and a compassionate.
Appearance: Khaldor is athletic and strong. He's 5'11, muscular, and attractive. The lack of pants helps. Like most other Atlanteans, he doesn't wear a whole lot. He hasn't seen the sun in over eight thousands years, so hiding from sunburn isn't exactly a concern. He has brown skin, white hair, and bright blue eyes. Khaldor sports several tattoos, traditional of his people. He also likes gold accessories.
Other: Like all other living Atlanteans, Khaldor can speak Atlantean, but he can't read Atlantean. This ability was lost when the city sunk, along with the great knowledge the crystals allowed them. In fact, they forgot how to use any technology that was related to the crystals, and even how the crystals worked, to an extent.
History:
Khaldor, like many of his people, was there when the city sunk. He doesn't remember much, other than his mother being drawn into the sky by a bright light, and never seeing her again. When the city fell, the Atlanteans lost use of their sophisticated technology and advanced knowledge. They could no longer build amazing machines, or use their crystal power source to their advantage. The crystals still worked, allowing them centuries long lifespans, but they just couldn't remember how to use them anymore.
Ever since they sunk, Khalor has been terminated to solve the mysteries of his civilization. What happened to his mother? What was the bright light? What was the ancient scripture scrolled on walls around the city, and miles under water? He's climbed, swam, and trekked over almost every inch of the empire. Then, when he knew and memorized it all, he began exploring the highway that allegedly led to the surface world.
His father forbade anyone entering the ancient road, but that never stopped him. Khaldor was always a bit of a hard head when it came to taking orders.
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