Gelatinous Cube

War Never Changes

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

What Are You Listening To?

Beautiful reinterpretation of a classic Prog Rock epic.

Dragonball RE:coded

Can't speak for anyone else, but I'm getting a little less keen for this...what's the hold up?

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

The sun crested over the horizon as Special Agent Morgan Daniels peeled out of the motel parking lot and back on the open road.
Next stop: Boca Diablo. The bureau had sent him down to investigate a spate of disturbing disappearances that coincided far too neatly with the foundation of a brand new power plant.
Despite the sinister case, he had a smile on his face. His window was rolled down, allowing early morning breeze to flow through the car and fill his being with the scent of dew and green leaves. The familiar, trusty weight of his service piece at his side also served to keep him contented. He had not managed to get himself any breakfast at the motel, but was assured that Boca Diablo was less than one hour away and their diner was outstanding.

Not even forty-five minutes after leaving the motel did he arrive in the centre of Boca Diablo. He parked outside of a promising looking diner.
He got out of the car and took a deep, satisfied breath as his stomach rumbled another of it's countless concertos. This was the kind of atmosphere he hadn't felt since back in the suburbs of Flint. Ever since joining the Bureau, he'd become a real city boy. This was perhaps reflected most strongly in his black suit and tie. He'd have to buy a few articles of more appropriate clothing while he was here. He was aware of standing out, other agents had already been assigned to Boca Diablo, but as far as Morgan was concerned they were around on different business. His orders had been to steer clear of them and not interfere if he could help it. They were peculiar orders, but Morgan knew better than to question his superiors.
What was important was that he had a case, and a 100% clear rate.

What was even more important was that he had a tremendous hunger. He crossed the road and headed towards the diner, offering polite nods to the passing locals, even if all they had to offer him were suspicious frowns. It was a normality in his line of work that he had already gotten used to.
Stepping inside the air conditioned eatery he had to take a moment to absorb the room. Every exposed surface shined, and the smell of freshly ground coffee and maple syrup were like two ballerinas spinning and twirling through the air.
He sat down at the counter, and caught the attention of one of the waitresses. She beamed a smile at him that was almost blinding. He thought that if she smiled at the counter top she would create some sort of infinite mirror effect.

"Good morning, Sir. What can I get you?" she asked in the sweetest, most porcelain doll tone he had ever heard. It was all he could do not to beam a smile back at her.
"A mug of coffee, a short stack of pancakes with strawberries on top and a side of the crispiest bacon you have."
"Sure thing, hun. I'll have that out for as soon as possible."
"Much obliged to you, ma'am," he responded with the manners his Mother had taught him. The manners his father had lacked.
It was barely ten minutes (passed reading the local newspaper) before his plate and mug were set before him. Lines of steam drifted off his breakfast and made his pulse quicken.
"There you go, hun. Enjoy."
He offered her an amiable nod as he tucked into his breakfast.
How on earth could something be so amiss in a town this fair and quaint?

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

Will have a post up in a few hours folks, soon as I'm home from work

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

Waiting on one last CS it seems.

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

Yep, done.

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

Agent Morgan Daniels

Nicknames: Daniels

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Sexuality: Not that he gets much time for romance, but Daniels prefers women.

Likes/Dislike

Likes:

- His job
- Closing cases
- Old paperbacks
- Jazz fusion and the Blues
- Old, brown liquor

Dislikes:

- Disrespect
- Criminals
- Alcoholics
- Would-be tough guys

Personality and Bio

Personality: Morgan has a fierce devotion to his job that can make him seem cold and distant at first meet, but once you get past his work ethic you'll find he's a calm, down to earth man. Albeit one who has seen far too much of the handiwork of serial killers and violent criminals and knows he's bound to see more right up until retirement, so he may still keep you at arms length. He generally prefers not to tread on toes, but if someone pushes him, he has no qualms in shoving them back with his authority.
Typically, whatever it takes to get the job done.

Biography: Morgan was born in Flint, Michigan to Barry and Rosa Daniels. Two of the hardest working people he'd ever known. It wouldn't exactly be unfair to have called the Daniels' poor. His parents worked hard to keep the lights on and the table set, and as a consequence Morgan didn't get to spend much time with them. It was hardly a unique story, with many of the kids on his street in the same boat. They would race home from school on their second hand bicycles and do their chores at the speed of sound so they could take the last remaining shreds of sunlight to go and explore. This is where Morgan derived his inquisitive nature, and knack for investigation.

His teenage years came by, and his parents seemed satisfied enough with his grades. Their shifts got longer, and the meals got cheaper and Morgan couldn't help but notice that his dad was spending more money on beer and more time on the couch. They never said it, but work was growing scarce for them and the other salt-of-the-earth folks in their neighborhood. Crime was on the rise and things were just all around looking bad.
Morgan doesn't claim to remember much of the years between age 11 and 16, but he recalls them being very negative. His father slid all too comfortably into abusive alcoholism, and his mother grew only more and more shrewish as the yelling turned to beatings.
Morgan survived his father's wrath by sinking into his studies and excelling at track and field events, ignoring it like a coward.
"That's my boy," his father would slur from the couch, drowning out Johnny Carson's witty banter, "You're either gonna be an athlete or a scientist!"
It kept the man pleased until his mother placed food down on the table. Heaven forbid the peas had mingled too much with the corn. Sadly that was all it took to set him off these days. All the while, he never even noticed the dark fire growing inside his son every time he saw that man clench his fists.

At age 18, Morgan graduated with high honors. The first thing he did was apply for the Police Academy. He was as shocked as anyone to learn that he got in. He attacked his training with a tenacity seldom seen in the increasingly corrupt ranks of the Michigan police department. Upon graduation he was placed back in Flint, where he could protect and serve his home town. He was happy, his parents were proud of him. He still knew his father was beating his mother.
It all culminated in the worst way when he was dispatched to a domestic violence call early one evening. His stomach dropped to his feet when he heard the address.
It was the worst he'd ever seen the man do. His mother was bleeding, cowering in the corner. Morgan claims to have no recollection of what he did next, but his father spent the next two months in hospital.

Morgan was thankfully not fired, but was placed on administrative leave. He used this spare time to take better care of his mother. Her health was failing thanks to years of domestic abuse and chain smoking. He loved her dearly, and he was shattered when she died.
He came back to work after his leave, but found he couldn't commit to it the way he once had. He wanted to do more, he had to do more. He applied for the Bureau. Rejection. He applied again. Rejection. He applied more times than he would care to admit. Finally, he got the letter he had spent three years dreaming of.

Five years later, he received a call that his father was in hospital. It would be his last chance to see the man.
"There he is," he croaked through the oxygen mask, "there's my boy."
Morgan could only stare back at the shriveled old bastard with contempt. He couldn't even bring himself to say anything to him. When he left that room, the doctor told him, "it was your fathers time to go. There's nothing we could have done."
Only Morgan knew what happened in there, and he knew how to make it all look. He was only sorry he hadn't done it sooner. Too . I love you, mom.

The years continued to go by and he enjoyed a successful and fulfilling career as an FBI Agent.
His boss just slapped a heavy file on his desk, "You look like you could use a tan, Daniels."
His next assignment was taking him to a small town in Florida, Boca Diablo.

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

Oh, I am counting on it

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

This seems super cool. Any room for the obligatory FBI agent from out of town?