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My Parents Gave Me This : Horace Huddleston
But This Sounded Cooler : Crimson Wave
My Parents Did Not Decide This…I Think : Male
The World Has Been Doomed for This Many Years : 26
People Think I’m Crazy But I’m Really : A genuinely upbeat guy with a penchant for science, loves playing pool.
Why I’m so Bad : Horace's parents never loved him like a regular child. He always had to fight to get himself noticed, after messing with a science lab kit that he took from his dad's office he then began trying to unlock the mystery of blood and genetics. One day he accidentally added in a rare genetic isotope that he found in a nearby pharmaceutical company and injected it into himself after thinking he found the cure for astigmatism. His father found him lying on the floor and proceeded to try and cover up his mistake, when he awoke Horace let loose this new power and accidentally caused his fathers heart to stop. After this he ran away and didn't look back.
World Beware My Power! : Blood manipulation, Horace can focus on an enemies veins and/or Arteries and collapse them or make them explode. He can slow down or speed up the travel of blood cells, the amount of oxygen they have or even cause them to internally explode. However this takes energy, time and focus and a whole lot of patience. He prefers to manipulate his own blood for practice, slowing down the flow or speeding it up depending on the situation. The reason why he can't really use it for combat is because after disabling one opponent he would probably need to have a nap and a few snacks.
Random Things You May Want to Know For No Real Reason : Horace is afraid of of people with Labcoats, and will usually kill doctors or scientists before anything else. Why? Because he is afraid that if he is ever found out, he will become an experiment.
I’m Just That Cool :
But This Sounded Cooler : Crimson Wave
My Parents Did Not Decide This…I Think : Male
The World Has Been Doomed for This Many Years : 26
People Think I’m Crazy But I’m Really : A genuinely upbeat guy with a penchant for science, loves playing pool.
Why I’m so Bad : Horace's parents never loved him like a regular child. He always had to fight to get himself noticed, after messing with a science lab kit that he took from his dad's office he then began trying to unlock the mystery of blood and genetics. One day he accidentally added in a rare genetic isotope that he found in a nearby pharmaceutical company and injected it into himself after thinking he found the cure for astigmatism. His father found him lying on the floor and proceeded to try and cover up his mistake, when he awoke Horace let loose this new power and accidentally caused his fathers heart to stop. After this he ran away and didn't look back.
World Beware My Power! : Blood manipulation, Horace can focus on an enemies veins and/or Arteries and collapse them or make them explode. He can slow down or speed up the travel of blood cells, the amount of oxygen they have or even cause them to internally explode. However this takes energy, time and focus and a whole lot of patience. He prefers to manipulate his own blood for practice, slowing down the flow or speeding it up depending on the situation. The reason why he can't really use it for combat is because after disabling one opponent he would probably need to have a nap and a few snacks.
Random Things You May Want to Know For No Real Reason : Horace is afraid of of people with Labcoats, and will usually kill doctors or scientists before anything else. Why? Because he is afraid that if he is ever found out, he will become an experiment.
I’m Just That Cool :
Probably going to set my posts to whenever you do yours Vietmyke. It seems easier if I have someone to follow lol.
Eric stood at attention and listened to the Captain give her speech. She looked good enough, but Eric let that thought cool off in an instant. Protocol and all that would get in the way, and if she had someone else....well Eric didn't want that drama to be added to his already overfull folder of problems. He brought up his bag after the speech and ran through his combat inspection protocol in his head. Cerol militia wasn't too keen on following all of the necessary protocols and when he went to Fed boot, they were more concerned about combat scores and drills then the actual inspections. Eric was lucky enough to have kept tally on what he was supposed to do, and running through the mental checklist eased the pain that his head was having. Eric listened to his squadron leader call out to follow him, and Eric wasted no delay in hurrying away from the large mass of people. He felt that if he were to properly make his name known here, he would shut up and follow orders, of course this was followed by a chuckle and a small wonder as to what card games he could play to gather extra equipment amongst the jarheads and the other flyboys. His duffel bag rustled as he pushed past a group of jarheads and he heard one of them mutter something about "stick Jockeys". Eric waved the comment off and continued into the hangar.
Hangar
Eric saw that his Squadron had their own private sector of the Vigilance and he was impressed by it. Even this hangar could fit the Cerol militia building inside of it, and hell probably half of the boots' airstrip. He sidled up to a locker and shoved his bag in there, giving it a definitive push to make sure it was all in there. He would have to come back after inspection and set up his locker properly, but for now it would have to make due. He traced the stencil that adorned his locker with his finger, admiring the small power hidden within that symbol. He casually touched his shoulder where his tattoo was and felt like a small fire was going on inside him. He looked around him and saw that the Squadron leader was waving to him. "Shit, he probably knows everything by now and he is personally going to escort me off the ship....shit shit shit." but when the wave was followed by a friendly greeting, Eric played it cool, hoping that he would be able to play along until after the ship took off.
"Delaney right? Looks like you're pretty fresh outta flight school. Scores look good enough though. You fly any combat missions yet?"
Eric grinned and shrugged. He dusted off one shoulder and put his boot on the bench in front of him, giving off a small cocky stance.
"Flew one against a small thing of bootleggers near Cerol, other then that I haven't done anything too much combat related...Sir..."
Eric wasn't lying there, he actually did fly a combat mission against bootleggers, although it was only in a small shakedown mission and there weren't any casualties....it had been a mostly boring experience, Eric watched as his Squad leader clasped the two pilots on the shoulder, the man looked intimidating, more of a brawler then a pilot, the girl was cute, a small looking thing with a nice smile and possibly smaller hopes of finding a good guy to lay around with Eric hoped. He smiled back at her and started walking towards where they would gather for inspection. Eric fixed up his jacket and cracked his knuckles.
"Alright, lets get this over with so I can find a place to nap."
He flicked his head over to where Sarah was and gave her a wink. This trip was going to be a life changer, maybe even fun.
Hangar
Eric saw that his Squadron had their own private sector of the Vigilance and he was impressed by it. Even this hangar could fit the Cerol militia building inside of it, and hell probably half of the boots' airstrip. He sidled up to a locker and shoved his bag in there, giving it a definitive push to make sure it was all in there. He would have to come back after inspection and set up his locker properly, but for now it would have to make due. He traced the stencil that adorned his locker with his finger, admiring the small power hidden within that symbol. He casually touched his shoulder where his tattoo was and felt like a small fire was going on inside him. He looked around him and saw that the Squadron leader was waving to him. "Shit, he probably knows everything by now and he is personally going to escort me off the ship....shit shit shit." but when the wave was followed by a friendly greeting, Eric played it cool, hoping that he would be able to play along until after the ship took off.
"Delaney right? Looks like you're pretty fresh outta flight school. Scores look good enough though. You fly any combat missions yet?"
Eric grinned and shrugged. He dusted off one shoulder and put his boot on the bench in front of him, giving off a small cocky stance.
"Flew one against a small thing of bootleggers near Cerol, other then that I haven't done anything too much combat related...Sir..."
Eric wasn't lying there, he actually did fly a combat mission against bootleggers, although it was only in a small shakedown mission and there weren't any casualties....it had been a mostly boring experience, Eric watched as his Squad leader clasped the two pilots on the shoulder, the man looked intimidating, more of a brawler then a pilot, the girl was cute, a small looking thing with a nice smile and possibly smaller hopes of finding a good guy to lay around with Eric hoped. He smiled back at her and started walking towards where they would gather for inspection. Eric fixed up his jacket and cracked his knuckles.
"Alright, lets get this over with so I can find a place to nap."
He flicked his head over to where Sarah was and gave her a wink. This trip was going to be a life changer, maybe even fun.
vietmyke said
Hahaha, "FNG". I can see Skull Squadron having multiple facepalms over what my character says and does
vietmyke said
I was bored so I went and made myself a roster of skull squadron's pilots, and divided them into 4 3-man teams, which can change as/if more pilots join skull squadron
I would like to see that
I love the premise. Im so in.
Posted, don't know how well it is
Eric steadied himself on the railing leading to the Hangar bay. His duffel bag filled with his gear and a few mementos from home, he watched as other people kissed loved ones goodbye, some pointed at the majesty of the Vigilance itself or just walked nervously around. He touched the Skull patch on his flight jacket, which was coincidentally fitted over the skull tattoo his old gang had placed upon members that succeeded initiation. His other arm was filled as well, mostly juvenile bullshit that he got to make him look tougher, the only one he didn't want removed was that skull. It was always nice to remind oneself where they came from. He looked upon the vessel he was about to board, suddenly frightened of how many years he would be away, how many years since Cerol itself. He shook his head and regained his nerves, striding past a family that were saying goodbye to a father or brother.
He looked back at the other personnel too. Landermarines, Engineers, Officers, grunts. All of them look bewildered as they approached the behemoth of the Vigilance. Eric was still an Ensign, lowest officer class that got to fly, and the only reason why he still had the ability to was from his skills piloting S6-Supernovas while back in boot. His record was an open book of reprimands, warnings and suspensions, all of them for stupid things a normal person would learn from. As such while all his other buddies were promoted, he would stay behind in the promotion race. Still no one could touch him when he was in the cockpit of an interceptor, and many people said he had the makings of a great leader. Eric didn't care for things like that, he just wanted to fly amongst the stars, meet beautiful women and blow up Pirate fighters like it was a Freedom day fireworks display back on Cerol.
He remembered how he even got this gig, he was playing poker with a few of his buddies back at boot. One of them had thrown down the last of his chips, and Eric did as well. When the Ante came the other man threw in a chance to serve on the Vigilance, Eric threw in a half flask of Jorgun Whiskey. Four aces and a bar brawl later, Eric walked out with a cool three hundred credits, a smashed bottle and papers to finally get into space. After a quick trip to a Forger and then back to an Authenticator, Eric had processed the papers and received his tickets to head to the Space Station, he had only gotten here a few hours previous.
Eric grunted as he lifted his bag onto his shoulder, and it was filled to the brim with items that probably get him reprimanded from senior staff. Although there were a few restrictions on bringing things in, Eric had the guile to bullshit his way past the security check and flirt his way past the more of the obvious questions. He was about to produce his identification when the loudspeaker blared to life.
"All registered personnel to Unit Code 32-97-42 report to Hanger Bay Alpha. The Vigilance is now making final preparations for departure."
Eric dropped his identification and swore, bringing his head up to meet the edge of the desk, gripped the back of his head and handed it to the Check-in girl, who was stifling a giggle. Eric flashed her a smile and joined the rest of the crew that were making their way in. He found others that wore the same skull patch and dropped his bag next to him, trying to feel his head to see if there was any blood. He looked at his hands and saw that they were clean, he breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled to himself.
"Great, all I need to draw attention to myself is to drip blood onto the newly polished floors, that and ruin the safety days wouldn't that be a nice fine start to this journey"
He said this to no one in particular, more so for himself. He touched the skull patch once more and stood up waiting to head on into his five year future.
He looked back at the other personnel too. Landermarines, Engineers, Officers, grunts. All of them look bewildered as they approached the behemoth of the Vigilance. Eric was still an Ensign, lowest officer class that got to fly, and the only reason why he still had the ability to was from his skills piloting S6-Supernovas while back in boot. His record was an open book of reprimands, warnings and suspensions, all of them for stupid things a normal person would learn from. As such while all his other buddies were promoted, he would stay behind in the promotion race. Still no one could touch him when he was in the cockpit of an interceptor, and many people said he had the makings of a great leader. Eric didn't care for things like that, he just wanted to fly amongst the stars, meet beautiful women and blow up Pirate fighters like it was a Freedom day fireworks display back on Cerol.
He remembered how he even got this gig, he was playing poker with a few of his buddies back at boot. One of them had thrown down the last of his chips, and Eric did as well. When the Ante came the other man threw in a chance to serve on the Vigilance, Eric threw in a half flask of Jorgun Whiskey. Four aces and a bar brawl later, Eric walked out with a cool three hundred credits, a smashed bottle and papers to finally get into space. After a quick trip to a Forger and then back to an Authenticator, Eric had processed the papers and received his tickets to head to the Space Station, he had only gotten here a few hours previous.
Eric grunted as he lifted his bag onto his shoulder, and it was filled to the brim with items that probably get him reprimanded from senior staff. Although there were a few restrictions on bringing things in, Eric had the guile to bullshit his way past the security check and flirt his way past the more of the obvious questions. He was about to produce his identification when the loudspeaker blared to life.
"All registered personnel to Unit Code 32-97-42 report to Hanger Bay Alpha. The Vigilance is now making final preparations for departure."
Eric dropped his identification and swore, bringing his head up to meet the edge of the desk, gripped the back of his head and handed it to the Check-in girl, who was stifling a giggle. Eric flashed her a smile and joined the rest of the crew that were making their way in. He found others that wore the same skull patch and dropped his bag next to him, trying to feel his head to see if there was any blood. He looked at his hands and saw that they were clean, he breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled to himself.
"Great, all I need to draw attention to myself is to drip blood onto the newly polished floors, that and ruin the safety days wouldn't that be a nice fine start to this journey"
He said this to no one in particular, more so for himself. He touched the skull patch once more and stood up waiting to head on into his five year future.
All done, Ensign Eric Delaney is ready to fly.
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