Helios
Unlucky0013
Lord Zee
DracoLunaris
Frettzo
Vec
Eviledd1984
Kalmar
ButtsnBallsThe clamor of the bar was intense. What usually was a small time bar meant for a local crowd was a flood of new faces, the announced ark project bringing out the inner alcoholic in even the most prudent stiffs. Hardwood was stained a liquor brown from spills from cups and people alike, and the cushioned seats were flat under the asses of the unlucky saps who were to be left behind, all but one.
Light filtered into the bar through screens of smoke and smudged windows, and landed on the heaven white face of a creased paper. Two muddy eyes stared down at the all too familiar words, his daughter was captured by the world government, or rather donated to the ark project. By whatever means the child of four wasn’t in his custody, but even so now the young girl was to be stuffed into a tube for preservation of the human race. Could a father be proud?
Every coin has two sides, he supposed, but he wasn’t too happy with the side of the coin he found himself on, not when it puts his daughter at such an unknown risk. A loud cough broke him from the paper and he folded it back into his shirt pocket.
The cough came from a man who looked uncannily similar to the first: muddy eyes, prominent jawline, and those dark locks so common in a Sicilian. The only difference was one was drinking rye in ginger, and the other was nursing ginger in ginger, and not due to sobriety.
“You holding up well, Doctor?” The first man gently slapped the back of the second. The Doctor sputtered a sentence that the first man didn’t care to catch. This was doctor Ferdinand Lorenzo, cryogenics expert and man with a first class ticket to the first man’s daughter. The first man let the Doctor choke on the cigar smoke from a heavy set biker to the right for a few more minutes before forcing a smile and drowning what ginger remained in his crystal whiskey glass. With a smack of his lips, as if sampling the alcohol that wasn’t there he nodded a stiff chin towards the bartender, slipping some crumpled bills that way.
“How bout we get the hell out of here?” The first man commanded more than asked as he helped the slumping doctor to his feet. Two leather loafed feet slapped the sticky floor and the first man knew the doctor was good enough to walk, or whatever that equated to when mixed with stumbles and toxic burps of old rye.
The first man slipped his hand over the mouth of his crystal glass and slid it off the bar while the other hand grabbed the doctor's arm to help him out of the establishment of depression and liquid courage.
The city streets were just as dark as the bar, if not by light, then by atmosphere. Most people shuffled without much purpose, and few looked up as the first man and the Doctor decided to take a shortcut through a long narrow alley.
The first man held the Doctor close as they walked, keeping the bloated fool from tripping over his own feet. The drunk was blabbering but the first man couldn’t afford to listen as they walked further and further down the alley.
As the duo passed a dumpster the alley narrowed so only one could walk abreast. Stepping over a puddle of what might be rainwater, the first man let the drunk go first, with a polite smile and nod. As Doctor Ferdinand Lorenzo stepped between the dumpster and the building wall, the first man’s hand stiffly landed on his shoulder and yanked him backwards while the other hand brought down the crystal glass with a loud THUNK, a dribble of scarlet remaining on the glass as the doctor fell into the waiting arm of the first man.
Alive or dead, the first man didn’t know, but he didn’t really care as he quickly stripped the doctor of everything, from his keycard, ID’s, papers, coat, pants, everything. With a heave, the first man jettisoned the body of the doctor into the dumpster and slammed the lid down before tossing the glass in whatever direction, it didn’t matter with how things were about to go down on the planet anyways.
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That morning the first man stood in front of a security checkpoint, his destination behind him.
“Name?”
“Ferdinand Lorenzo, Doctor.”
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The one thing he didn’t expect, is staying on this star boat.
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Light filtered into the bar through screens of smoke and smudged windows, and landed on the heaven white face of a creased paper. Two muddy eyes stared down at the all too familiar words, his daughter was captured by the world government, or rather donated to the ark project. By whatever means the child of four wasn’t in his custody, but even so now the young girl was to be stuffed into a tube for preservation of the human race. Could a father be proud?
Every coin has two sides, he supposed, but he wasn’t too happy with the side of the coin he found himself on, not when it puts his daughter at such an unknown risk. A loud cough broke him from the paper and he folded it back into his shirt pocket.
The cough came from a man who looked uncannily similar to the first: muddy eyes, prominent jawline, and those dark locks so common in a Sicilian. The only difference was one was drinking rye in ginger, and the other was nursing ginger in ginger, and not due to sobriety.
“You holding up well, Doctor?” The first man gently slapped the back of the second. The Doctor sputtered a sentence that the first man didn’t care to catch. This was doctor Ferdinand Lorenzo, cryogenics expert and man with a first class ticket to the first man’s daughter. The first man let the Doctor choke on the cigar smoke from a heavy set biker to the right for a few more minutes before forcing a smile and drowning what ginger remained in his crystal whiskey glass. With a smack of his lips, as if sampling the alcohol that wasn’t there he nodded a stiff chin towards the bartender, slipping some crumpled bills that way.
“How bout we get the hell out of here?” The first man commanded more than asked as he helped the slumping doctor to his feet. Two leather loafed feet slapped the sticky floor and the first man knew the doctor was good enough to walk, or whatever that equated to when mixed with stumbles and toxic burps of old rye.
The first man slipped his hand over the mouth of his crystal glass and slid it off the bar while the other hand grabbed the doctor's arm to help him out of the establishment of depression and liquid courage.
The city streets were just as dark as the bar, if not by light, then by atmosphere. Most people shuffled without much purpose, and few looked up as the first man and the Doctor decided to take a shortcut through a long narrow alley.
The first man held the Doctor close as they walked, keeping the bloated fool from tripping over his own feet. The drunk was blabbering but the first man couldn’t afford to listen as they walked further and further down the alley.
As the duo passed a dumpster the alley narrowed so only one could walk abreast. Stepping over a puddle of what might be rainwater, the first man let the drunk go first, with a polite smile and nod. As Doctor Ferdinand Lorenzo stepped between the dumpster and the building wall, the first man’s hand stiffly landed on his shoulder and yanked him backwards while the other hand brought down the crystal glass with a loud THUNK, a dribble of scarlet remaining on the glass as the doctor fell into the waiting arm of the first man.
Alive or dead, the first man didn’t know, but he didn’t really care as he quickly stripped the doctor of everything, from his keycard, ID’s, papers, coat, pants, everything. With a heave, the first man jettisoned the body of the doctor into the dumpster and slammed the lid down before tossing the glass in whatever direction, it didn’t matter with how things were about to go down on the planet anyways.
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That morning the first man stood in front of a security checkpoint, his destination behind him.
“Name?”
“Ferdinand Lorenzo, Doctor.”
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The one thing he didn’t expect, is staying on this star boat.
[b]Player Name:[/b] Goldeagle1221
[b]Character Name:[/b] Doctor Ferdinand Lorenzo
[b]Character Age:[/b] 29
[b]Character Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] A tall man of clear italian descent, he has muddy brown eyes and short black hair. He has a strong jawline and commands a presence more often seen in someone who has survived in a violent urban environment rather than a university. He is fit if his liver isn’t taken into account, and tends to wear nice suits.
[b]Profession:[/b] Cryogenics Doctor and expert, formally a made man
[b]Nationality:[/b] Fed
[b]Strengths:[/b]
A man with everything to lose: he will go to any lengths to secure the safety of his daughter, and with her safely trapped in a cryogenic sleep and him stuck on a space boat in the middle of nowhere, who knows what he is capable of.
Bruiser: Had to start somewhere in the mob
Clever Criminal mind: He knows how to read people and situations, and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty.
Mafioso Medico: While not a formally trained physician, he at least knows enough to pass himself off as a doctor in small isolated bursts.
Motivated: He has taken the ship's database on all human knowledge to benefit his unique situation and spends his free time learning more about his new profession should he come into conflict, or need to take his daughter out of the chamber.
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
A clear alcoholic
Everything he is doing depends on keeping his facade up, and his daughter safe. If one of those two factors is compromised, everything could be for nothing.
He is prone to anger and an uneven temper, often landing him in hot water.
Generally cynical and even apathetic
Technically, he isn't a doctor, and technically he knows very little of what he is doing
A liar, a Cheat, and in this case, a fool
[b]Personal Effects:[/b] Everything Doctor Ferdinand Lorenzo had on his person, he didn’t expect the ship to take off when it did, thinking he’s be in and out with his daughter.
[b]Bio:[/b] See sample post
[b]Code Word:[/b] Spaghetti---------------------------------------