Völuspá: <Status= Alive, flailed about for a bit then colapsed and was hit by traffic. aka its dead)
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I cut out the parts that could be considered [i\]revealing[/i] in nature...
the specific ones anyway.
the specific ones anyway.
Name: Roscoe O'Molony
Profession: A Jack-of-all-trades. Current caretaker of the higher tiers of the city.
Clonings: Three, current clone is twenty years of age. (Since clones begin at about 20 years of age in appearance, I assume that makes him 40 or-so.)
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-He also wanted those thoughts and ideas, to go as far back as ancient times, so that he could learn of how people then really thought.
What would it be like to find a descendant of Shakespeare, clone him, and give the clone the genetic memory of the most well-known playwright in history?
Alas! He died in an accident in his very laboratory, killed by noxious gasses released during a deadly leak caused by poor maintenance. His clones thereafter, were nothing like him save for in appearance. The only genetic memory he managed was barely sub-conscious, so the years go by.
He now has three clones, each one more diluted and emotionless than the next.
The current one retains his name, and none of the honor that once came with it. Upon his "birth", he was tested, as all clones were so that they might be applied to whichever occupation most suited them. Since Roscoe O'Molony could not be accurately classified, he now works at random jobs given to him at the whim of his superiors, this can range from demeaning tasks such as spending weeks in the sewage system searching for leaks, or as important acting as a test subject for new hovercrafts. He looks mostly as his predecessor did, but after so much gene alteration, he could be described as looking much better. Ruggedly handsome good looks to no fault. Tan, sooty skin with a rough, callous texture, due in part to the toil he is often set at work to. He is of a slight, thin build, standing at 6'0 feet and owner of sufficient muscularity. Black hair, blue eyes, bright teeth, excellent health. Just like almost every other male. The only defining differences between him and the others is his slouched posture, his speech has less inflection than any other, and despite having little emotion, he retaines a morose, tired expression.
If anything in his manner were strange, anything at all that the administration could give cause for concern, it would be hoarding. Often given the task of taking unwanted items (Such as large industrial machinery, radioactive waste, chemical contaminants, or the like) away from the laboratory, he will, with reluctance, attempt to dispose of these.
Usually, he ends up keeping them. Storing them in his apartment room, turning them over in his hands, inspecting each thoroughly to make sure it's the same as it always was.
Each day is the same.
Each day has this routine. Walking between laboratories, doing what he's told, going home, performing standard procedures for hygiene, sustenance, dress, entertainment, and then daily reports.
He never stops to wonder what the point of it all is, or why anything occurs, how it occurs.
He does not know, that this mind-set, is going to change. Soon.
Strength: 7 (Several rather odd and difficult tasks have given him a good physique.)
Perception: 9 (Extremely keen senses, often notices things anyone could miss very easily.)
Endurance: 5 (Is hale and hearty in health, like any other citizen.)
Charisma: 2 (Has almost no inflection or social tendencies, the emotionless call him emotionless.)
Intelligence: 7 (Despite a general lack of imagination, he retains excellent common sense and logic.)
Agility: 3 (Is not athletic in any way, and does not feel the need for stealth.)
Luck: 2 (Has no notion of luck, yet suffers mishaps more often than others.)
I think I may have to join in on this, just because I think this has the potential to be one of those epic RPs.
Hope that's good enough.
Name: Ryan McAteer
Profession: Farmer
Age/clonings: 20, no clonings
Bio: Ryan was genetic engineered by his parents, Roy and Mallory, in order to help out tending on the only farm in Voluspa. He gradually grew into his role over time, herding the altered cows into the barns at one of their 8 daily milking times, maintaining the automatic shearer when the cashmere sheep went through, harvesting the 20 varieties of vegetables grown once a week. He went about it with the same methods as his father did, just doing what needed to be done to sustain the population.
He was a pretty good specimen of the engineering process as well, standing 6'6", not entirely well built, but he didn't have to be. He has medium length light brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a healthy tan from his work outside.
Ryan's spot in the expedition team didn't come from his skills in the lab, or his physical presence, it came from good old fashioned dumb luck. The workers in town held a lottery to determine who would accompany the main team on the expedition, it was essentially a red shirt job, just help out with stuff. Ryan just so happened to be holding a winning number.
As such, Ryan doesn't know what he should be feeling at this time. Voluspa is the only kind of world he has ever known, heck he didn't even really get off the farm that much. So all he knows is that he has to be ready for what's coming on the outside.
Tests:
Strength: 5
Perception: 1
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 6
Luck: 9
Speciality: Expert in agriculture/animal husbandry (breeding stuff)
Profession: Farmer
Age/clonings: 20, no clonings
Bio: Ryan was genetic engineered by his parents, Roy and Mallory, in order to help out tending on the only farm in Voluspa. He gradually grew into his role over time, herding the altered cows into the barns at one of their 8 daily milking times, maintaining the automatic shearer when the cashmere sheep went through, harvesting the 20 varieties of vegetables grown once a week. He went about it with the same methods as his father did, just doing what needed to be done to sustain the population.
He was a pretty good specimen of the engineering process as well, standing 6'6", not entirely well built, but he didn't have to be. He has medium length light brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a healthy tan from his work outside.
Ryan's spot in the expedition team didn't come from his skills in the lab, or his physical presence, it came from good old fashioned dumb luck. The workers in town held a lottery to determine who would accompany the main team on the expedition, it was essentially a red shirt job, just help out with stuff. Ryan just so happened to be holding a winning number.
As such, Ryan doesn't know what he should be feeling at this time. Voluspa is the only kind of world he has ever known, heck he didn't even really get off the farm that much. So all he knows is that he has to be ready for what's coming on the outside.
Tests:
Strength: 5
Perception: 1
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 6
Luck: 9
Speciality: Expert in agriculture/animal husbandry (breeding stuff)
Hope that's good enough.
Name: Aeryn Lamar
Age: 23
Job:Engineer
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Background: Aeryn is not a clone. She was born into a normal family. Although she was taught that everyone should be the same something in her said differently. One day while going to work she saw a building and saw amazing colors that she had never seen before. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed but they didn't. She looked back at the building and saw that the colors she had seen were gone, it was back to its original colors. From that point Aeryn has been seeing colors from which she does not know the name of. She dare not tell anyone because if she does she fears the worst. She has begun to see more color and has started to avoid people as much as possible. She is afraid of what people will say/think if she tells them about the colors shes seeing.
Characteristics: She is very inclined to trust anyone because of the colors that shes been seeing. She tends to be by herself and the machines that she builds. She is about 5'7 with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She is rather thin with not much muscle at all.
Strength: 3
Perception: 5
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 7
Luck: 2
There I fixed it
Age: 23
Job:Engineer
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Background: Aeryn is not a clone. She was born into a normal family. Although she was taught that everyone should be the same something in her said differently. One day while going to work she saw a building and saw amazing colors that she had never seen before. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed but they didn't. She looked back at the building and saw that the colors she had seen were gone, it was back to its original colors. From that point Aeryn has been seeing colors from which she does not know the name of. She dare not tell anyone because if she does she fears the worst. She has begun to see more color and has started to avoid people as much as possible. She is afraid of what people will say/think if she tells them about the colors shes seeing.
Characteristics: She is very inclined to trust anyone because of the colors that shes been seeing. She tends to be by herself and the machines that she builds. She is about 5'7 with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She is rather thin with not much muscle at all.
Strength: 3
Perception: 5
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 7
Luck: 2
There I fixed it