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You do a spoiler tag [*Spoiler] and then in your spoiler tag you basically do [*spoiler=OOC]words and stuff[*/spoiler] just get rid of the little star and thats how it works. Also you can just quote people to see what they did.Bo Latner said:
Here is an example!
And you can take your time on the character sheet seeing as people aren't lining up at my door demanding to be apart of this RP >.>
I don't know if this is good or not, but here it is.
Name: Chris Gannon
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: White, 6'0", Big-boned with broad shoulders, really a football player build, Short dark brown hair, slightly small blue eyes with brown square-rimmed glasses, wears the WINGS light combat armor for mobility and flexibility which has the WINGS logo stenciled on the chest of the armor. Always has a tan bandana covering his mouth and nose to keep out unexpected dust.
Personality: Usually quiet only speaking up when necessary, he tries to be in second-place in all competitions so as not to gather attention. He is a very optimistic person that never loses hope. He is very cautious and tries to think through every situation before enacting a plan. He is extremely smart, especially with electronics and seems to know more than he is letting on at times. He seems to be at home when he is farther away from the front lines. If you ever need to find him, look for him sitting on a rock or chair staring into the horizon, contemplating about the day's events.
Genetic Modification: Intelligence, Chris was always a very smart and bright person and with the WINGS modifications, he became one of the smartest people in the WINGS program. Chris is able to hack any computer terminal or fix broken equipment with duct tape and super glue. With his intelligence he is able to retain massive amounts of information such as points of interest number of hostiles etc.
Profession: Field Technician/Scout. Chris can handle any technical problem thrown to him and, with his photographic memory, draw up troop movements and base layouts making him an excellent scout.
Weapons: Battle rifles and DMRs working are his bread-and-butter using them for medium-to-long range and if caught at short range, pistols are his go to weapon.
Backstory: Chris was born into a medium-class family being the middle child of three. Most would figure his past as normal, however, it was not. At a very early age Chris showed remarkable brain activity and was marked close to being a prodigy. He could have made top marks in school, but settled for slightly above average grades, so as to stay with friends and peers. During an introductory computer class at school, Chris realized that electronics was his calling and, by accident, became the best student in that particular class. Knowing that the military would be the best bet to go for electronics and computer work, he enlisted at the age of 18. Right after getting promoted to Staff Sgt. he was approached by personnel in charge of finding candidates for the WINGS program. He immediately signed up and after grueling weeks of new training and genetic modifications became one of the smartest people in the military.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: White, 6'0", Big-boned with broad shoulders, really a football player build, Short dark brown hair, slightly small blue eyes with brown square-rimmed glasses, wears the WINGS light combat armor for mobility and flexibility which has the WINGS logo stenciled on the chest of the armor. Always has a tan bandana covering his mouth and nose to keep out unexpected dust.
Personality: Usually quiet only speaking up when necessary, he tries to be in second-place in all competitions so as not to gather attention. He is a very optimistic person that never loses hope. He is very cautious and tries to think through every situation before enacting a plan. He is extremely smart, especially with electronics and seems to know more than he is letting on at times. He seems to be at home when he is farther away from the front lines. If you ever need to find him, look for him sitting on a rock or chair staring into the horizon, contemplating about the day's events.
Genetic Modification: Intelligence, Chris was always a very smart and bright person and with the WINGS modifications, he became one of the smartest people in the WINGS program. Chris is able to hack any computer terminal or fix broken equipment with duct tape and super glue. With his intelligence he is able to retain massive amounts of information such as points of interest number of hostiles etc.
Profession: Field Technician/Scout. Chris can handle any technical problem thrown to him and, with his photographic memory, draw up troop movements and base layouts making him an excellent scout.
Weapons: Battle rifles and DMRs working are his bread-and-butter using them for medium-to-long range and if caught at short range, pistols are his go to weapon.
Backstory: Chris was born into a medium-class family being the middle child of three. Most would figure his past as normal, however, it was not. At a very early age Chris showed remarkable brain activity and was marked close to being a prodigy. He could have made top marks in school, but settled for slightly above average grades, so as to stay with friends and peers. During an introductory computer class at school, Chris realized that electronics was his calling and, by accident, became the best student in that particular class. Knowing that the military would be the best bet to go for electronics and computer work, he enlisted at the age of 18. Right after getting promoted to Staff Sgt. he was approached by personnel in charge of finding candidates for the WINGS program. He immediately signed up and after grueling weeks of new training and genetic modifications became one of the smartest people in the military.
Name: Damien "Frankenstien" Lier
Age:22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Damien stands tall at 6'2", athletically built with golden hair cut short and eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. The best way to describe his body type would be 'whiplike,' as he seems built like a bird: no extra mass save for what he needs is on his bones. A strange, cross-like scar mars the back of his right hand, while his left hand sports a diagonal slash of its own. Finally, Damien's face is marred by a pale scar that stretches diagonally from the middle of his forehead, across his right eye, ending right at the uppermost ridge of bone on his right cheekbone. Damien's armor is matte-black, with the WINGS symbol available on his left shoulder with his rank (Sergeant) on his right. His armor is also built in sections, allowing Damien to remove a piece of it without taking off the whole thing in order to make full use of his... Ability. Out of combat, Damien's visor folds in half and slides down to the back half of his neck, leaving a hologram that reaches about up to his chin, showing him all his readings and all the team's readouts. This can be turned on or off at will. When in combat, the visor will immediately slide over Damien's head from the back and sides like a spider enveloping an unfortunate fly at high speed. The visor of Damien's helmet is a simple, opaque bar to see through, with a small slit in the mask near his mouth to breathe. Damien's mask is intentionally small- this is because as medic, Damien is able to switch from the viewpoint of any of his teammates at any time, or read their vitals to better judge where he is needed.
Personality: Damien is a man who lives on the razor's edge, to borrow the cliche. He doesn't care much for his own safety when others are on the line, throwing himself into the front lines in order to save the life of a man who just got nailed by shrapnel. However, Damien can often be found quietly thinking, mindlessly throwing one of his knives in the air and catching it, every time. Just don't interrupt him when he's thinking, or ask him about his scars....
Genetic Modification: Healing Factor. Damien's healing factor has become magnitudes greater than the average human's, allowing him to quickly heal any tissue damage that is not immediately lethal. Damien is also able to modify his body's biology, such as changing his blood type from AB to O, changing the amount of platelets available within his bloodstream, or even shutting down his pain reaction. Damien uses this to its fullest, the surgery turning him into a human organ bank. Many soldiers are alive today with one of Damien's livers, or one of his arms sown upon the stump where some unlucky soldier once lost his own. However, such an ability requires huge amounts of energy, and so Damien is ravenous after having to regrow an entire limb or organ, to replenish his body's fuel supply.
Profession: Medic
Equipment: Shotgun, pistol, self-heating knives.
Bio: Damien was born in the city of Dallas, a huge city known as the cutting edge in Medicine and Biology. They developed everything from antiseptics to fully functional mechanical limb replacements. The Liers were some of the most well known researchers in this field, and were loved by millions, whose lives they had saved with their revolutionary technologies. However, with every boon to mankind, there are always those uneducated masses who believe the technology was a desecration of the human dignity, and didn't care how they got their point across. However, bombs were usually known to do the trick. An extremist had strapped a bomb to himself and decided to plan his attack during a speech given by Dr. Lier, Damien's father when Damien himself was 14. The doctor noticed the man in time to fling himself across his son to protect his child child, saving Damien but dying in the process. Damien's mother also died in the blast, leaving Damien in charge of the estate.
Damien did everything in his power to keep his parents' estate his, agreeing to serve as a medic in the army so long as the government promised to protect his inheritance. Damien from that point onward detested with a passion all lethal explosives. The military offered Damien a position in WINGS, after having taken note of his prodigious ability to heal others, often fixing injuries most other doctors claimed irreversibly fatal.This was how Damien got the nickname 'Frankenstein,' for the fictional scientist that ignored the boundaries between life and death.
Age:22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Damien stands tall at 6'2", athletically built with golden hair cut short and eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. The best way to describe his body type would be 'whiplike,' as he seems built like a bird: no extra mass save for what he needs is on his bones. A strange, cross-like scar mars the back of his right hand, while his left hand sports a diagonal slash of its own. Finally, Damien's face is marred by a pale scar that stretches diagonally from the middle of his forehead, across his right eye, ending right at the uppermost ridge of bone on his right cheekbone. Damien's armor is matte-black, with the WINGS symbol available on his left shoulder with his rank (Sergeant) on his right. His armor is also built in sections, allowing Damien to remove a piece of it without taking off the whole thing in order to make full use of his... Ability. Out of combat, Damien's visor folds in half and slides down to the back half of his neck, leaving a hologram that reaches about up to his chin, showing him all his readings and all the team's readouts. This can be turned on or off at will. When in combat, the visor will immediately slide over Damien's head from the back and sides like a spider enveloping an unfortunate fly at high speed. The visor of Damien's helmet is a simple, opaque bar to see through, with a small slit in the mask near his mouth to breathe. Damien's mask is intentionally small- this is because as medic, Damien is able to switch from the viewpoint of any of his teammates at any time, or read their vitals to better judge where he is needed.
Personality: Damien is a man who lives on the razor's edge, to borrow the cliche. He doesn't care much for his own safety when others are on the line, throwing himself into the front lines in order to save the life of a man who just got nailed by shrapnel. However, Damien can often be found quietly thinking, mindlessly throwing one of his knives in the air and catching it, every time. Just don't interrupt him when he's thinking, or ask him about his scars....
Genetic Modification: Healing Factor. Damien's healing factor has become magnitudes greater than the average human's, allowing him to quickly heal any tissue damage that is not immediately lethal. Damien is also able to modify his body's biology, such as changing his blood type from AB to O, changing the amount of platelets available within his bloodstream, or even shutting down his pain reaction. Damien uses this to its fullest, the surgery turning him into a human organ bank. Many soldiers are alive today with one of Damien's livers, or one of his arms sown upon the stump where some unlucky soldier once lost his own. However, such an ability requires huge amounts of energy, and so Damien is ravenous after having to regrow an entire limb or organ, to replenish his body's fuel supply.
Profession: Medic
Equipment: Shotgun, pistol, self-heating knives.
Bio: Damien was born in the city of Dallas, a huge city known as the cutting edge in Medicine and Biology. They developed everything from antiseptics to fully functional mechanical limb replacements. The Liers were some of the most well known researchers in this field, and were loved by millions, whose lives they had saved with their revolutionary technologies. However, with every boon to mankind, there are always those uneducated masses who believe the technology was a desecration of the human dignity, and didn't care how they got their point across. However, bombs were usually known to do the trick. An extremist had strapped a bomb to himself and decided to plan his attack during a speech given by Dr. Lier, Damien's father when Damien himself was 14. The doctor noticed the man in time to fling himself across his son to protect his child child, saving Damien but dying in the process. Damien's mother also died in the blast, leaving Damien in charge of the estate.
Damien did everything in his power to keep his parents' estate his, agreeing to serve as a medic in the army so long as the government promised to protect his inheritance. Damien from that point onward detested with a passion all lethal explosives. The military offered Damien a position in WINGS, after having taken note of his prodigious ability to heal others, often fixing injuries most other doctors claimed irreversibly fatal.This was how Damien got the nickname 'Frankenstein,' for the fictional scientist that ignored the boundaries between life and death.
Is there space for one more?
That's utterly disgusting. I love it.Xero Scythe said:
I get the feeling that we're going to have an in-universe impass, seeing how my weapon of choice is a rocket launcher...
Sure thing. I like it I shall add it to the accepted character list in the morning seeing as its hard to copy and paste from my phone :/Xero Scythe said:
Edit: scratch that I was able to get out of my bed to the computer so I was able to add it to the accepted character list.
What do you mean by disgusting? I understand that it's positive, but forgive me if I'm a bit slow on the uptake.lacktheknack said:
Also, if you think that's bad, just wait until you see what be does for the complicated surgeries. Here's a hint: Damien is partially based off Fran from the horror manga Franken Fran. Be warned: if you google image, Franken Fran is horror genre for a reason.
And that's what I meant by disgusting.Xero Scythe said:
(I had originally meant the "harvesting your own organs" thing. Squick!)
Name: Camilla Marden
Age: 24
Gender:Female
Appearance: At first glace, Camilla seems relatively normal; an evidently female figure, bulked out slightly by both military fitness and her Nordic inheritance, which shows too in her square chin, blue eyes and blond hair, which she wears tied back.
Then one realizes she is over seven feet tall, and strong enough to lift any of her team mates with one hand. Her armour is scaled to match her strength; extra layers provide her with improved damage resistance, and hard-points allow her to carry hear for her team-mates.
Personality: Born into a military family, Camilla has been raised to believe that she can do anything if she can but try hard enough, but that one must always care for a team above oneself. Her preferred role as a supporter puts her at odds with her mutation, which makes her best suited for direct combat.
On top of this, she fears that it has made her unwomanly and unattractive, and that she may accidentally cause someone harm without meaning to. In short, she is at best uncomfortable with her mutation.
Genetic Modification: Camilla stands seven feet and three inches in height, and her entire body is scaled proportionally to this increase. Her strength and endurance are even greater , both at about 1.5-2 times human standard, as are her toxin resistance and healing factor (though not a patch on Damien).
On the negative side, she requires a huge amount of energy to maintain this strength; she consumes 3 times then standard ration, and if cut off from supplies runs a real risk of starvation.
Profession: Though trained as a battlefield engineer, she has taken on the role of The Heavy. She carries the biggest guns, as well as spare rounds for everyone, and all the random kit people might need. She is able to break down doors and face the foe toe to toe.
As an engineer, she can also fix anything, and even improve it in the process. It upsets her that people forget this now that she has become The Heavy.
Weapons: Huge, high recoil weapons of every kind, and the kind of assault gear that normally needs a stand to be used (she cares little for the specifics). For a sidearm, she favors vast, slow-firing weapons that can only loosely be called 'pistols', and that she has taken to calling Hand Cannons
Backstory: Her close family were (or indeed are) soldiers. Three of her grandparents, and four cousins all have distinguished military careers. Joining the the3 forces was not an if but a when. But Camilla wanted to join as more than just a number with a gun.
Rather than sign up straight out of school, she went to university and got an engineering decree, then went on to get training to become a battlefield technician. When she finally saw active service, her skills, determination and selflessness helped her stand out, and she was swiftly offered a place in the WINGS project.
When her mutation was revealed, she was at first shocked, and then taken aback. Indeed, she is still adjusting to her new circumstances, and rethinking her entire role in light of the changes. This is her first mission with the WINGS, and it will likely be a make or break situation.
Age: 24
Gender:Female
Appearance: At first glace, Camilla seems relatively normal; an evidently female figure, bulked out slightly by both military fitness and her Nordic inheritance, which shows too in her square chin, blue eyes and blond hair, which she wears tied back.
Then one realizes she is over seven feet tall, and strong enough to lift any of her team mates with one hand. Her armour is scaled to match her strength; extra layers provide her with improved damage resistance, and hard-points allow her to carry hear for her team-mates.
Personality: Born into a military family, Camilla has been raised to believe that she can do anything if she can but try hard enough, but that one must always care for a team above oneself. Her preferred role as a supporter puts her at odds with her mutation, which makes her best suited for direct combat.
On top of this, she fears that it has made her unwomanly and unattractive, and that she may accidentally cause someone harm without meaning to. In short, she is at best uncomfortable with her mutation.
Genetic Modification: Camilla stands seven feet and three inches in height, and her entire body is scaled proportionally to this increase. Her strength and endurance are even greater , both at about 1.5-2 times human standard, as are her toxin resistance and healing factor (though not a patch on Damien).
On the negative side, she requires a huge amount of energy to maintain this strength; she consumes 3 times then standard ration, and if cut off from supplies runs a real risk of starvation.
Profession: Though trained as a battlefield engineer, she has taken on the role of The Heavy. She carries the biggest guns, as well as spare rounds for everyone, and all the random kit people might need. She is able to break down doors and face the foe toe to toe.
As an engineer, she can also fix anything, and even improve it in the process. It upsets her that people forget this now that she has become The Heavy.
Weapons: Huge, high recoil weapons of every kind, and the kind of assault gear that normally needs a stand to be used (she cares little for the specifics). For a sidearm, she favors vast, slow-firing weapons that can only loosely be called 'pistols', and that she has taken to calling Hand Cannons
Backstory: Her close family were (or indeed are) soldiers. Three of her grandparents, and four cousins all have distinguished military careers. Joining the the3 forces was not an if but a when. But Camilla wanted to join as more than just a number with a gun.
Rather than sign up straight out of school, she went to university and got an engineering decree, then went on to get training to become a battlefield technician. When she finally saw active service, her skills, determination and selflessness helped her stand out, and she was swiftly offered a place in the WINGS project.
When her mutation was revealed, she was at first shocked, and then taken aback. Indeed, she is still adjusting to her new circumstances, and rethinking her entire role in light of the changes. This is her first mission with the WINGS, and it will likely be a make or break situation.
Encourage with one hand, and depress with the other, eh?
Deep underground in an undisclosed location, the WINGS base started to prepare for the day of the launch. The WINGS base was very large for a base that housed a low number of soldiers. These soldiers were no ordinary soldiers, they were genetically altered soldiers with abilities that far surpassed those of normal humans. These soldiers were the most elite in the Earth Union Military and as such were leading the search for new planets that the humans could colonize.
Inside the base Major Clint McLelland was sitting at his office when his office phone started ringing. "Hello, this is Major McLelland." McLelland said after picking up the phone. "McLelland this is Thompson." The voice on the other end of the phone said. "Oh Doctor Thompson, what do I owe the pleasent call?" McLelland said into the phone joking a little with the short tempered Doctor Thompson.
"Well MAJOR the WINGS soldiers are all ready. It is time to form the squad up." Thompson said into the phone with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "It's that time already?" McLelland asked with some sarcasm in his voice. "YES IT IS! Don't you know that the E.U.S. Berlin Launches in 4 days!?" Thompson said into the phone on the verge of screaming at the Major.
"Oh I remember now! So it took you this long to get these soldiers ready?" McLelland said enjoying messing with Thompson. "How did you become the military commander of this unit!? It doesn't matter now just get the soldiers into the Briefing room and sort them out. GOODBYE!" Thompson said as he hung up on McLelland.
McLelland giggled a little to himself, as this was his only form of entertainment in the base. McLelland then decided to get on with it and he decided to make an announcement to the base.
"WINGS this is Major McLelland. Can Captain Kahlil, Sergeant Osten, Sergeant Chase, Sergeant Gannon, Sergeant Lier, Sergeant Marden, Sergeant Pax and Sergeant James please report to Briefing room one ASAP." McLelland said over the announcment as McLelland's voiced echo'd through the base.
As McLelland made it into the Briefing room he noticed that he was the first one there. The Briefing room looked like a university class room with desks at one end and a large board and a large desk at the front of the room.
As McLelland was taking in the sights of the room some of the WINGS started to walk in the door and each took a seat on one of the desks. After about 10 minutes all the WINGS soldiers were there except Captain Kahlil, McLelland decided to start without him.
"Okay lets get started, As each of you know the Earth is in an unstable condition and will most likely collapse in about 25 years. Because of this we have created the E.U.S. Berlin for the purpose of discovering new planets that we could colonize." McLelland started noting each of the soldiers level of interest.
"If you would each take a look around the room at the other soldiers, These are your new squad members. Your mission is to lead the Recon of these new worlds and make it safe enough for the E.U.S. Washington and the E.U.S. Tokyo to land and begin to make outposts for future colonization." McLelland said.
"You launch in four days so be ready by then. Any questions can wait becuase Captain Kahlil isn't here yet and I am going to go get him. Why don't you guys spend this time to get to know each other because your going to be stuck with these people for awhile. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go hunt down Captain Kahlil." McLelland said as he took his leave from the room.
McLelland didn't know what would happen leaving them in a room by themselves but he hoped that it would turn out all right.
Inside the base Major Clint McLelland was sitting at his office when his office phone started ringing. "Hello, this is Major McLelland." McLelland said after picking up the phone. "McLelland this is Thompson." The voice on the other end of the phone said. "Oh Doctor Thompson, what do I owe the pleasent call?" McLelland said into the phone joking a little with the short tempered Doctor Thompson.
"Well MAJOR the WINGS soldiers are all ready. It is time to form the squad up." Thompson said into the phone with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "It's that time already?" McLelland asked with some sarcasm in his voice. "YES IT IS! Don't you know that the E.U.S. Berlin Launches in 4 days!?" Thompson said into the phone on the verge of screaming at the Major.
"Oh I remember now! So it took you this long to get these soldiers ready?" McLelland said enjoying messing with Thompson. "How did you become the military commander of this unit!? It doesn't matter now just get the soldiers into the Briefing room and sort them out. GOODBYE!" Thompson said as he hung up on McLelland.
McLelland giggled a little to himself, as this was his only form of entertainment in the base. McLelland then decided to get on with it and he decided to make an announcement to the base.
"WINGS this is Major McLelland. Can Captain Kahlil, Sergeant Osten, Sergeant Chase, Sergeant Gannon, Sergeant Lier, Sergeant Marden, Sergeant Pax and Sergeant James please report to Briefing room one ASAP." McLelland said over the announcment as McLelland's voiced echo'd through the base.
As McLelland made it into the Briefing room he noticed that he was the first one there. The Briefing room looked like a university class room with desks at one end and a large board and a large desk at the front of the room.
As McLelland was taking in the sights of the room some of the WINGS started to walk in the door and each took a seat on one of the desks. After about 10 minutes all the WINGS soldiers were there except Captain Kahlil, McLelland decided to start without him.
"Okay lets get started, As each of you know the Earth is in an unstable condition and will most likely collapse in about 25 years. Because of this we have created the E.U.S. Berlin for the purpose of discovering new planets that we could colonize." McLelland started noting each of the soldiers level of interest.
"If you would each take a look around the room at the other soldiers, These are your new squad members. Your mission is to lead the Recon of these new worlds and make it safe enough for the E.U.S. Washington and the E.U.S. Tokyo to land and begin to make outposts for future colonization." McLelland said.
"You launch in four days so be ready by then. Any questions can wait becuase Captain Kahlil isn't here yet and I am going to go get him. Why don't you guys spend this time to get to know each other because your going to be stuck with these people for awhile. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go hunt down Captain Kahlil." McLelland said as he took his leave from the room.
McLelland didn't know what would happen leaving them in a room by themselves but he hoped that it would turn out all right.
Rick leans back in his chair and cracks a grin. The chair creaks under his bulk. "So, anyone got anything to say to each other? I'm awful at conversation starters."
He starts making wide eye contact with everyone, to see how they'll respond. Is it the best way to start off with people? Not really, but it's pretty informative.
He starts making wide eye contact with everyone, to see how they'll respond. Is it the best way to start off with people? Not really, but it's pretty informative.
Was the farthest to the back of the room. After he listened to the Major speak his gaze started wandering into space not thinking about the other people. He heard the bulky male speak up and looked toward his direction. Chris had the same gaze the entire time he and the bulky male kept eye contact. "I will keep it simple; My name Chris Gannon, I am the "techy" for this squad, and I try not to open my mouth very often." He replied to the question.
Woah. Someone who doesn't shy away from eye-contact.
"Great to meet you. I'm Rick Osten! I'm your meat shield for the trip."
Rick looked around, everyone else was looking at him as if he had crawled out of a particularly informal hole. Typical.
Whatever, we're all the same rank, Rick thought to himself.
"Great to meet you. I'm Rick Osten! I'm your meat shield for the trip."
Rick looked around, everyone else was looking at him as if he had crawled out of a particularly informal hole. Typical.
Whatever, we're all the same rank, Rick thought to himself.
Damien was dressed somewhat informally, his shirt on the table in front of him, his chest only covered by a few blood-soaked bandages. "I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me for looking like such a mess; I just came out of surgery. Poor guy's kidneys were failing him, and I didn't really have much time to recuperate yet." After saying his apology, Damien opened a soldier's pack and rummaged inside before taking out a box containing multiple dull red cubes, each measuring about a finger's length on the edge. As Damien began to consume these, the cut on his chest began to shrink before finally disappearing as Damien took the last few voracious bites of the square consumable. Damien tightly locked up the seal, placed the box in his pack, then unwound the blood-soaked bandages before putting his shirt back on, disposing of the bandages in the biohazard can and washing his hands in the sink adjacent to it. Damien once again took his seat, nodding politely at his teammates. "Good morning. I'm sorry about that- I hadn't had the chance to rest yet, so my body's being a bit slow today. I am Dr. Damien Lier, and I'll be the medic for this journey of ours. I hope you will all help me be as lazy and unnecessary as possible." Damien laughed a bit, but was quite serious in his hopes that no one would be injured during their explorational voyage.