Post by Lucius Dumitru on Jan 26, 2008 14:28:07 GMT -5
Full Name: Lucius Dumitru
Nicknames: Luc, Luci
Level: Professional
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race: Trale
Picture/Celebrity: Heath Ledger
Job: Captain, smuggler/criminal
Status: Single
Physical Description: Brown hair reaching to about the end of his nose. White skin rests upon his entire body, almost in perfect condition besides the scars upon his back and the single scar within his left arm, looks to have been caused by a needle. He has brown eyes that have a hint of white around the black iris, but his family would say it wasn't there in his childhood. Lucius tends to wear a long black coat with at least always a pistol upon his hip. Other than that, he tends to wear what he feels more comfortable in, this also tends to change with his mood.
Traits
Complications- Credo (Major) [As to keep his personal honor intact, no matter what others do], Prejudice (Minor) [Loathes the Alliance[/u] and anyone that works for them, be them hired hands or otherwise], Things Don't Go Smooth (Major), Loyal (Minor), & Traumatic Flashes (Major) [Look to history], Deadly Enemy (Minor) [Alliance wants him back, but it's on the downlow, but still makes him a fugitive to those that get the weekly updates (High Ranking Officers)].[/ul]Personality: Lucius tends to be rather unpredictable, when there is a clear path to take, he tends to do the opposite as long as it keeps his honor in tact. Being as honorable as he is, Lucius tries to keep it and it doesn't matter what it takes, he will keep it. His crew knows him as a kind and generous man when he's around them. However, whenever he is out in public or on a job, they know he can be rather cold, but not in a sadistic way. Always trying to keep them afloat, Lucius tends not to want to stay on a single planet too long and when he does, he tends to get antsy, especially if it is a planet governed by the Alliance.
Upon the ship, Lucius is as stated before, kind and generous unless the situation calls for a true leader. In those situations, he tends to do whatever it takes to keep them all alive, even if it means being cold hearted towards his crew. On normal days however, he tends to be rather free with the rules, allowing them to do almost anything that doesn't get them into trouble. Allowing them to play games, he tends to watch over joining in unless his mood calls for a game. In those situations, he is more playful than competitive. Lucius is deathly loyal to his crew to the point he would risk his own life if he could save theirs or even give them a chance to survive. Since he never truly knew his own family, he sees his own crew as such, a family.
History: Born into a family of three, Lucius was the youngest and his family tried to hide him. Reason being on the planet they were on, each family was only allowed two children unless gotten permission otherwise. So his birth was unconventional at best. Lucius was home schooled by his mother, but because she stopped going to work, the Alliance checked in on it. Finding Lucius, they took him away when he was only four years old. Because of this, he doesn't remember his family what so ever, only what the Alliance did to him.
Brought to a facility, Lucius became nothing more than a rat in their experiments. They were attempting to make a perfect solider, one that wouldn't hesitate to kill. Their previous patients had failed after going completely insane, so now they were going a different route. Within the facility, they began to play around with Lucius' DNA after drawing blood, using his right arm reason for the puncture scar there. While the scientists played around with his blood, the others trained Lucius to use weapons. However, Lucius wouldn't use any melee weapons oddly, but they trained him slightly in unarmed combat. They also gave him discipline in order for him to sustain any torture and interrogation methods. From this, his pain resistance grew quickly and so did his wrath towards the Alliance. Being trained to use a pistol, Lucius used one like it was simply an extension of his own body.
On his twentieth birthday, Lucius saw an opportunity for escaping and he took it. With only a pistol and two clips of ammo, Lucius managed to free himself from the facility and from there, he disappeared. Clearly they still have records of him, but he was practically free as long as no one recognized him. Even to this day, he managed to be free from the Alliance, but the training methods they used still haunt Lucius to this very day. Because of the things they did, he suffers traumatic flashes at given words that would remind him of past training and the tests they did to him. Though he isn't sure what they actually did, Lucius knows they changed his DNA, yet so far it doesn't seem to have much of an effect...
Skills
-Discipline- 6 (Competent)
-Guns- 6 (Competent)
-Unarmed Combat- 6 (Competent)
Sample Post: Pretyped post, but yeah...xD
The dream came, like night stalks the day, always on the edge yet still catches up to everything else. Unlike all others, this dream was different and Detective Harper found himself feeling mistrust and anger fill within his body. It was a dark scenery, he couldn't tell much of the details around besides it was an apartment, perhaps for one or two people. At this moment, he noticed a man lying upon the couch that was just ahead of him and his feelings grew more intense with each step closer. Jamie didn't know who it was, let alone what the person was doing in this dream, but he could do nothing more than watch. Before he could figure out his answers, Jamie's hand reached out and grabbed a nearby statue. Grasping it tightly, he moved to be only several feet from the man before he bashed the statue across the man's face. Screams weren't allowed as the first blow cracked his skull, rendering him incapable of waking. Still pounding at the man's face, Jamie felt like screaming as blood splattered everywhere with each hit until..."Wake up with Bob and Tom!" His alarm had gone off, triggering the radio and causing Jamie to sit up quickly in a cold sweat. By pure instinct, he stared down at his hands finding no trace of blood upon them and he could only sigh in relief as he spoke, "Just a dream, Harper," he told himself several times.
Laying there in his bed, Harper saw the bodies, the victims that were killed so randomly it was hard to picture someone able to do such a thing. Slowly closing his eyes, an echo began to ring through his house and Jamie reached over for his phone. Snatching it within his grasp, he set it beside his face, "Jamie Harper speaking," he answered. "Harper, I found new evidence that may break the case, come down to my house quickly," Alfred stated seeming rather stressed. Without much of a word, Jamie hung up his phone and let his eyes close and than, the dream came back. His eyes seeming to open, he was in front of his partner's house. Not taking the time to knock, Harper went inside and saw his partner working in his office. Just than, Alfred looked up, "Harper, you're finally here. I found evidence that links you to all the murders! They aren't random, someone is trying to look out for you, but who," Alfred stated without worrying about the fact that Harper could have been the murderer. With only a grin, Harper drew out a pack of smokes and slide a cigarette between his lips, "Alfred, have you ever thought I was the murderer?" he asked bluntly. Perking a brow, Alfred shook his head, "You're a good man, Har-" Jamie didn't let him finish as he hit Alfred against the side of his head. "I could have gotten away with it, Alfred, but you just had to keep digging...oh well," Harper stated as he drew his pistol and set it against Alfred's head, "It's not fair." Sighing heavily, he let his finger pull the trigger back and splatter Alfred's brains across the floor. Behind him, the door opened and a voice screamed out, "Harper put down the gun!" Standing, he turned to stare at his chief standing there, gun drawn and pointed. A twisted smirk pressed to Jamie's lips as he rose his pistol to place it against his own temple, "It's not fair," he stated a second time before pulling the trigger yet again only to hear a hollow click...
Your name: Hans
Your age: 21
Nicknames: Luc, Luci
Level: Professional
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race: Trale
Picture/Celebrity: Heath Ledger
Job: Captain, smuggler/criminal
Status: Single
Physical Description: Brown hair reaching to about the end of his nose. White skin rests upon his entire body, almost in perfect condition besides the scars upon his back and the single scar within his left arm, looks to have been caused by a needle. He has brown eyes that have a hint of white around the black iris, but his family would say it wasn't there in his childhood. Lucius tends to wear a long black coat with at least always a pistol upon his hip. Other than that, he tends to wear what he feels more comfortable in, this also tends to change with his mood.
Traits
Complications- Credo (Major) [As to keep his personal honor intact, no matter what others do], Prejudice (Minor) [Loathes the Alliance[/u] and anyone that works for them, be them hired hands or otherwise], Things Don't Go Smooth (Major), Loyal (Minor), & Traumatic Flashes (Major) [Look to history], Deadly Enemy (Minor) [Alliance wants him back, but it's on the downlow, but still makes him a fugitive to those that get the weekly updates (High Ranking Officers)].[/ul]Personality: Lucius tends to be rather unpredictable, when there is a clear path to take, he tends to do the opposite as long as it keeps his honor in tact. Being as honorable as he is, Lucius tries to keep it and it doesn't matter what it takes, he will keep it. His crew knows him as a kind and generous man when he's around them. However, whenever he is out in public or on a job, they know he can be rather cold, but not in a sadistic way. Always trying to keep them afloat, Lucius tends not to want to stay on a single planet too long and when he does, he tends to get antsy, especially if it is a planet governed by the Alliance.
Upon the ship, Lucius is as stated before, kind and generous unless the situation calls for a true leader. In those situations, he tends to do whatever it takes to keep them all alive, even if it means being cold hearted towards his crew. On normal days however, he tends to be rather free with the rules, allowing them to do almost anything that doesn't get them into trouble. Allowing them to play games, he tends to watch over joining in unless his mood calls for a game. In those situations, he is more playful than competitive. Lucius is deathly loyal to his crew to the point he would risk his own life if he could save theirs or even give them a chance to survive. Since he never truly knew his own family, he sees his own crew as such, a family.
History: Born into a family of three, Lucius was the youngest and his family tried to hide him. Reason being on the planet they were on, each family was only allowed two children unless gotten permission otherwise. So his birth was unconventional at best. Lucius was home schooled by his mother, but because she stopped going to work, the Alliance checked in on it. Finding Lucius, they took him away when he was only four years old. Because of this, he doesn't remember his family what so ever, only what the Alliance did to him.
Brought to a facility, Lucius became nothing more than a rat in their experiments. They were attempting to make a perfect solider, one that wouldn't hesitate to kill. Their previous patients had failed after going completely insane, so now they were going a different route. Within the facility, they began to play around with Lucius' DNA after drawing blood, using his right arm reason for the puncture scar there. While the scientists played around with his blood, the others trained Lucius to use weapons. However, Lucius wouldn't use any melee weapons oddly, but they trained him slightly in unarmed combat. They also gave him discipline in order for him to sustain any torture and interrogation methods. From this, his pain resistance grew quickly and so did his wrath towards the Alliance. Being trained to use a pistol, Lucius used one like it was simply an extension of his own body.
On his twentieth birthday, Lucius saw an opportunity for escaping and he took it. With only a pistol and two clips of ammo, Lucius managed to free himself from the facility and from there, he disappeared. Clearly they still have records of him, but he was practically free as long as no one recognized him. Even to this day, he managed to be free from the Alliance, but the training methods they used still haunt Lucius to this very day. Because of the things they did, he suffers traumatic flashes at given words that would remind him of past training and the tests they did to him. Though he isn't sure what they actually did, Lucius knows they changed his DNA, yet so far it doesn't seem to have much of an effect...
Skills
-Discipline- 6 (Competent)
-Guns- 6 (Competent)
~Pistol- 10 (Professional)-Influence- 6 (Competent)
~Leadership- 8 (Expert)-Pilot- 6 (Competent)
-Unarmed Combat- 6 (Competent)
~Kung Fu- 8 (Expert)[/ul]
Sample Post: Pretyped post, but yeah...xD
The dream came, like night stalks the day, always on the edge yet still catches up to everything else. Unlike all others, this dream was different and Detective Harper found himself feeling mistrust and anger fill within his body. It was a dark scenery, he couldn't tell much of the details around besides it was an apartment, perhaps for one or two people. At this moment, he noticed a man lying upon the couch that was just ahead of him and his feelings grew more intense with each step closer. Jamie didn't know who it was, let alone what the person was doing in this dream, but he could do nothing more than watch. Before he could figure out his answers, Jamie's hand reached out and grabbed a nearby statue. Grasping it tightly, he moved to be only several feet from the man before he bashed the statue across the man's face. Screams weren't allowed as the first blow cracked his skull, rendering him incapable of waking. Still pounding at the man's face, Jamie felt like screaming as blood splattered everywhere with each hit until..."Wake up with Bob and Tom!" His alarm had gone off, triggering the radio and causing Jamie to sit up quickly in a cold sweat. By pure instinct, he stared down at his hands finding no trace of blood upon them and he could only sigh in relief as he spoke, "Just a dream, Harper," he told himself several times.
Laying there in his bed, Harper saw the bodies, the victims that were killed so randomly it was hard to picture someone able to do such a thing. Slowly closing his eyes, an echo began to ring through his house and Jamie reached over for his phone. Snatching it within his grasp, he set it beside his face, "Jamie Harper speaking," he answered. "Harper, I found new evidence that may break the case, come down to my house quickly," Alfred stated seeming rather stressed. Without much of a word, Jamie hung up his phone and let his eyes close and than, the dream came back. His eyes seeming to open, he was in front of his partner's house. Not taking the time to knock, Harper went inside and saw his partner working in his office. Just than, Alfred looked up, "Harper, you're finally here. I found evidence that links you to all the murders! They aren't random, someone is trying to look out for you, but who," Alfred stated without worrying about the fact that Harper could have been the murderer. With only a grin, Harper drew out a pack of smokes and slide a cigarette between his lips, "Alfred, have you ever thought I was the murderer?" he asked bluntly. Perking a brow, Alfred shook his head, "You're a good man, Har-" Jamie didn't let him finish as he hit Alfred against the side of his head. "I could have gotten away with it, Alfred, but you just had to keep digging...oh well," Harper stated as he drew his pistol and set it against Alfred's head, "It's not fair." Sighing heavily, he let his finger pull the trigger back and splatter Alfred's brains across the floor. Behind him, the door opened and a voice screamed out, "Harper put down the gun!" Standing, he turned to stare at his chief standing there, gun drawn and pointed. A twisted smirk pressed to Jamie's lips as he rose his pistol to place it against his own temple, "It's not fair," he stated a second time before pulling the trigger yet again only to hear a hollow click...
Your name: Hans
Your age: 21
