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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:31 pm
Questor Information Username: Bress Baltar Mule SN's: Bress Baltar, Peter Valleck IoDM Newbie? (Y/N):Yes Serum: Bress Baltar: 54, Electric Eel/Millipede CODE for your quest banner(s): [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=5996669][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/WNxArrakis/Quest.gif[/IMG][/url] If you like what you see, please link me/donate!
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:32 pm
Character Profile: Bress BaltarName: Dr. Bress Baltar Call Me: Any derivation of the name above (Baltar, Bress, Dr. Baltar, Dr., etc.)  Specialty: Physical Sciences Age: 29 Height: 5' 11.5" Weight: 130 lbs Place of Birth: Winnipeg, Manitoba Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Vibrant Green Nationality: Canadian Occupation: Meteorologist, Geologist/Seismologist Distinguishing Features or Marks: Not many. Angular Jaw, very thin. Voice: Often Rough, as if he hadn't spoken in a while, and needs to clear his throat (which he does at times). Fairly Deep, but when enthralled about something, has a Hellish fervour. Likes: Sciences of all denominations, technology, philosophy, religious debate, not too much else. Dislikes: Willful Ignorance, Distractions, Pessimists, Wasting Time (as he sees it, not in the general sense). Most Embarrassing Moment: Being proven wrong on any scientific fact (but less so for biology because of lack of specialization). Once he secloistered himself for a week after a large presentation in which a fellow scientist pointed out a thermal vent problem in his volcanism theory. Has Never Told Anybody: That he has sometimes wanted to be caught in a tornado or struck by lightning (or other major physical storm feats). Goal in Life: To know everything possible about natural disasters, including their prevention (As in being able to prevent earthquakes or hurricanes from forming). Theme Song: "Listen to the Rain" by Evanescence Who he is:Bress is a 29-year-old environmental scientist. He has a PhD in meteorology (weather) and a Master's degree in geology. This, by definition, means that he has an extreme understanding of chemistry and physics. His official occupation is fairly ambiguous. Boiled down to it, he's a storm chaser. Any news of a volcano eruption, earthquake, or tornadoes, he's already out the door. In fact, he usually keeps a full luggage bag in the hall, to pick up and go. He owns a small yacht full of sensitive sensoring equipment used for reading the current nearby disasters, and an associate of his, Alan MacGregor, has a bush plane of a similar nature. He pays for the latest toys with the grants won by previous endeavors. Every time he goes out, he finds something to incorporate into a research paper. Publishing these gets him the money he needs. That said, he has no real job. He reports to journals and scientific bodies, but isn't associated with any institution directly. He published his first paper halfway through his Meteorology PhD, at the age of 25. However, he has a very limited knowledge of biology. He knows a little more than high-school level, but that isn't saying much. Most of it is directly related to how storms and geological events affect local lifeforms. He could calculate exactly where that hurricane is heading, but wouldn't know anything amiss if a doctor says that he's giving him 10 CCs of tryptophan (which is, in fact, just a protein building block) for that fever. He'd just nod and let it happen. He lives alone in a house-turned-mini-lab on the shore of British Columbia. Any associates he has he keeps in irregular contact (about every three weeks, if that). He might have a phone conversation with family members every few months, but the family bonds were not always that strong. [More on the family in post three]. At his home he keeps almost all of his research locked in the basement, but anything he's currently working on is usually set up on the main floor. He brings nothing with him when out on his boat except the equipment he needs. While from time to time he meets up with old university chums, Bress Baltar lives for the hunt for knowledge and the power of the Earth. He generally has no social life outside scientific research, which partly explains his ability to get through his schooling quickly. On the other hand, while he is always searching for answers, but sometimes they have nothing to do with lightning or lava. In many ways, he looks for God and reasons for living in the things he studies: on such great magnitude and awesomeness of power of the events and the destruction they cause, viewing them repeatedly would get anyone wondering about what lies beyond death and the world we know.
Personality:Bress is far from instinctual. He never does anything on a gut feeling. Of course, that doesn't mean he can make big errors in judgment. Thinking too quickly and saying something through is not unheard of. On the flip side, his quick thinking coupled with a wide vocabulary results in quite a few plays on words and witty statements. Another problem he has is that sometimes he over-thinks things, losing a window of opportunity or just plain looking to far into a simple thing. Besides behavioural quirks, though, Baltar expresses two distinct personality traits depending on what's going on around him. When there's research going on, usually when involving him, he is almost completely oblivious to anything else. One time when surveying a mudslide, an assistant was so frustrated that he was ignoring her that she told him that green cats were landing from Mars, and he simply replied "Alright, tell me how that works out." She then stormed off and he almost had to find a replacement, she was so angry. The other personality trait is his philosophical side, in which he takes in everything and everyone, trying to make sense of it and trying to take it all in. He is especially this way during storms, making sure equipment is turned on, but except for that, watch the tornadoes, lightning, wind and rain in awe. He can also be very sentimental in this 'mode' being empathic to other's feelings. Theological discussions are quite common when Bress is in this mood. There are many more emotions that he could have, but these two mindsets are fairly dominant. These two, upon reaching the island, will be at conflict, because his scientific curiosity about the transformations is combating fear, anxiety, wonder, and possible pain of his own transformation.
Physical:The first thing you notice about Dr. Baltar is that he's gaunt. We're not saying he could use a pound or two here, he's darn skeletal. If he bends over you can see knots in his spine making small lumps underneath is shirt. If he were to take off his shirt you would be able to count ribs. The next thing you'd notice is the shock of very dark brown hair parted down the center, falling on either side of his face (never does it reach more than halfway down his neck, and the part brings the hair down to just under the nose). On a good day it's combed, but often slightly messy like he hadn't touched it that day. Underneath the locks are two vibrant green eyes, and depending on how he was looking at you, might scare you. He often looks at things analytically, and when he forgets himself, outright stares a bit hauntingly, "sizing someone up". He often doesn't mean to, but he can't help himself. The curiosity just forces him to sometimes. Like his unkept hair, he may often forget to shave, culminating in an often ragged appearance. Every time he knows he will be at an important meeting, though, he remembers good hygiene. Pictorial References Hair: Funnily Enough, Gaius Baltar has the closest hair to my character I could find. However, BRESS' ( razz ) is much more center-oriented, falling over his face a lot. Bodyweight: This GuyFace: Angular FaceSkin Tone: PaleOff of the surface details, though: Skin: He sunburns easily, and usually wears loose long sleeve clothing out in the sun. Legs: Bress has fairly good balance, especially because of his often-long boat trips. They won't carry him too far, he's not an athlete, but he has a hard time falling down from tripping etc. Hands: Using sensitive equipment (often wiring it himself) and computers for many years has sharpened his hand dexterity. He can hold things fairly delicately when he needs to. However, he has poor muscle strength and can't lift heavy objects for long. For On land expeditions he usually has a vehicle or a strong lab assistant carry things. "Guts": As stated before, Bress is not an athlete, he has a high heart rate when doing strenuous activity, and low muscle mass. He has a strong stomach, however, and can eat almost anything if he gets hungry enough.
History:2003-Present: Dr. Baltar has spent much of his time finding and studying large weather cells and geological events. Some major events he has witnessed firsthand include hurricane Katrina (before hitting the mainland, from his boat), Hurricanes Ivan, Frances, and Charley. He also visited disaster sites of the Tsunami in Sri Lanka, as well as the earthquake in Bam, Iraq. 2002-2003 - His Meteorological PhD at McMaster University. It was his major (and only) focus point of his life until he finished. His thesis involved possible hurricane destruction methods, dispersing them in various ways while they are still forming. 2000-2002 - His meterology Masters program at McMaster University 1998-2000 - The time during which he completed his Masters in Geology (focusing on vulcanism and seismology) at the University of Western Ontario. 1995-1998 - Took his Bachelor's Double Honours Chemistry/Physics at the University of Waterloo. (These programs exist everywhere, in fact, I'm taking a similar one.) 1990-1995 - High School in Nova Scotia. He attended two schools: One public, one private. He attended the Private school in grades 9, 11, and 13, and the public school for 10 and 12. This was his parent's doing; they wanted him to have a diverse amount of experiences to draw from. This made it hard for him to maintain high school friendships. 1977-1990 - Grew up in Winnipeg, Manitoba, where he had a relatively normal childhood, where he excelled (most) in the maths and sciences.
How He Gets to the Island, Why Moreau wants him:Just shortly after [Insert Date Here], Bress Got wind of a new tropical storm brewing off the gulf of Indonesia. Convinced that it will become a hurricane soon, he pulled out of his dock and sped off. His plan was pretty simple: he wanted to get to the centre of the storm and then stay there. The eye of a storm is very calm; and with enough speed, talking data from the centre of the gale would be stupendous for his current project. When trying to to get to the eye of the proto-hurricane, though, a huge sea swell took over his boat. It didn't capsize, but 2 of his three small engines took some damage, and had a fair-sized cut on his forehead from the rail, but it wasn't deep. It wasn't cause for concern - for anyone but him. He needed to get to the eye before the extremely powerful winds took over. Needing the two other engines fixed immediately, he punched in a heading for Indonesia, although he'd been drifted a little because of the storm. To his happy surprise, he saw a fair-sized island to the North-East. There was a small mountain on it, a dormant volcano, it looked like. And a glimmer of something metal or glass - civilization! He sped towards it as fast as one little engine could go. In a high part of a distant laboratory, a telescope was reading the ship's name. *** In the time that it took the yacht to get to the island, Moreau did a little searching and found the owner's profile. One Dr. B Baltar... and, to a bemusing smile, found something of curious interest... and unlikely timing. Here was a scientific mastermind, albiet young (even though it appeared the two doctors had similar ages), and ripe for the picking. No one was expecting him to return soon, and the associates who knew when he was returning also knew he was purposefully riding into a hurricane - and great danger. Who was to know his boat didn't 'accidentally' sink in the storm? But was it worth the energy? Energy, Moreau mused, Oh, it has worth. But biologists don't manufacture batteries... Or do they? A wicked, thoughtful thought infested accross Moreau's face as he strolled down to the aquariums. Family:Father: Adrien, a professor of geology at the University of Winnipeg. Generally enjoys (or appears to, at least) the company of his fellow staff more than the company of his children. He always had something to teach them, though. Most of these lessons were academic rather than practical. He moved with the family while the kids were in elementary/high school, but when there were no more birds in the nest, he moved with his wife back to Winnipeg so that he could reobtain his position and seniority/priviliges thereof. Mother: Isabella, a fairly submissive, introverted woman, though she definitely has her graces. She is a environmental engineer who spends a lot of time away from home, often in the forests of Quebec or British Columbia or Northern Ontario. When she is home, she sometimes sketches scenes of the places she visits, whether they be forests or glaciers. Sister: Emily, a nurse now in Philidelphia. She is two years older than Bress, and had a very similar childhood. Instead of going to university, she went to college (there are differences in Canada) in Nova Scotia, to become a nurse. There she met a handsome young man from the States, and after graduation, she settled down in the States, where medical providers earn a sizably greater income. Possessions coming to the island:Boat: 23', sleeping quarters underneath, sheltered section in the back where he keeps sensitive equipment (laptop, readouts, etc), and in the front he keeps his weather equipment out in the open, most of it being directly attached to the hull or deck. Most of his equipment, both front and back, is damaged in the storm, as was his engines. Equipment: see above, add a 3 month old, though top-of-the-line, laptop. Clothing: Assorted, mostly with long-sleeves and pants, per his custom and skin frailty. Motivation:When the Young Baltar was on a vacation with friends on the Island of Montserrat in the Carribean during the spring break of Grade 11, a terrible volcanic explosion went off. One of the greatest byproducts of this event were several large pyroclastic flows. Pyroclastic flows are clouds of gas, ashes, and other airborne materials, and are by far the most deadly thing that could come from a volcano. It usually is hundreds of meters across, and is denser than air, by far. THis means it travels along the ground - at 100kph. If you're in the direct immediate path of one, there's only two things you can do - assume the fetal position or start praying. Back to our story: while 5 of 7 of Bress' friends and he went to the beach as usual, two of his friends had signed up for a hike up one of the volcanoes - a regular tourist attraction at Montserrat. Unlike most explosions, where there all sorts of gas let-offs and earthquakes in the days previous to an explosion, this one had none. Those at the beach had nothing to do but watch as volumous clouds consumed the mountainside - and his friends. Ever since, he's been looking for ways to improve early warning systems, building safety codes, and even go as far as to attempt to prevent these things from happening. His continuing goal now leads him to the island... An early Pyroclastic flow. These can stretch out to 200km away from the volcano.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:32 pm
The Electric Eel Physical Attributes:Electric eels are not eels at all - they're fish! They are closely related to the ghost fish and knife fish. Dimensions: 6-9 feet long, 5-7 inches diameter. Fins: No dorsal or pelvic fins, but one long a**l fin extending the length of the body. "Setup": The entire organ structure of the EE constitutes just 15% of the body; found directly behind the head. That leaves 85% for the tail - used for movement and electrical generation. Other facts: No teeth, poor eyesight, breathe air through the mouth every ~15 minutes, Habitat and Behaviour:Habitat: Fresh water regions of South America, usually in slow moving rivers. These areas are usually very low in oxygen, hence the air-breathing nature of the EE. Procreation and life: Both parents work together to raise the young. Once the spawn is large enough to handle itself, the 'family' separates. Diet: Really, any fish smaller than it is. It uses the electrical power of its tail to kill the fish and then eat it slowly. Electricity: The electrical capacity of an EE works like a really big set of a battery and alligator clamps. 85% of the body is the tail, and throught the whole tail are things called electrocytes. each of these are like a min-battery in themself. Each can hold about 0.15v. That really isn't much, but add into this that there are over 4000 of these throughout the body. Doing the math, that leads to an excess of 600 volts, with 1-2 amps. That could knock out, harm, or possibly kill a human. Its two ends, the tail and head, act as the positive and negative ends of the alligator clamps. The Transformation My "ideal" (able to be changed easily by artists, but preferential) plan is just my imagination, and of course can be reworked without dismay: The legs shrink away to nothing slowly while the tail lengthens exponentially, leaving him with only one source of propulsion. An EE is 9 feet long and about 5-7 inches across. Baltar is 6 feet tall (approx) and 16 inches across. I'd like to see him increase his length while slightly decreasing his width, while in general making the length of his body a little more round. In the end, I'd like to see him 23ish feet long, and 12 inches in diamater, 20 inches accross the shoulder. At the end, I'd like him to 'stand' 8 feet tall on land, with 2 feet of neck, and his arms coming out at about the 6' mark. I know that stuff is specific, but its just helpful approximations. Now a couple of the details... General Colour: Teals with brown, greys and black. The original render I took for my quest banner, shows this without the addition of black added into the mix. I hope to play a slightly twisted character (as per the October serum), and I think a little black would help. Arms and Hands: Almost exactly the same, except covered by the tiny scales of the EE. I'd like to see even his fingernails covered. On the forearms, I'd like to see "fins" like the one I describe for the torso/tail later on. Head: I've been fighting myself for a little bit on this one. I'd love a very eel-oriented anthromorphic head on Bress, but there's a problem. Electric eels aren't eels, they're knifefish. They're heads are like that of what you see at the top of the animal post. an eel's head looks like this: . Regardless of head composition, there is no neck/back fin on the electric eel and I'd love it to stay that way. The eyes can be a mixture of Bress's eyes and the eel's, but i'd like a way to maintain that intensive stare. As for teeth, real eels have four sharp front teeth (not sure full count), electric eels have none. With respect for the anthromorphic form, I'd request that they'd be almost orca in nature ( http://www.awi-bremerhaven.de/Eistour/Orca.jpg ) small, round teeth that are slightly pointed, tiny in comparison to the mouth though. As for the rest of the head, that is up to the knifefish/eel debate. However, they have small fins right behind the head. My idea is that the external ears become small fins - but the actual ears become small holes. Torso-Tail: Unlike Snakes, eels don't decrease their diameter of their tail until the very end of them. I'd like to see that 5' away from the end of the tail is indistinguishable from 15'. I'd also like to see the tail 1' diameter. Along the chest/front of the tail, a long, slightly curving fin about 6 inches long. It ripples down its length to produce crests and troughs to move about the water. 0%:What he was wearing when he came to the island: He has an outfit of a white turtleneck with teal trim and "halfway" cargopants (not as many pockets as typical ones. He also has a pair of sunglasses that he usually uses for driving the boat, but rarely elsewise. 25%: (In general, Artists choice 99%) Neck and body lengthens a little, ears start to change a little, tail emerges, skin changes a little. 50%: (In general, Artists choice 99%) Continues with above, head fins begin to grow. 75%: (In general, Artists choice 99%) Main fin begins to grow, scales really start taking over, head really changes. 100%: (In general, Artists choice 99%) Read far above. Electrical Energy - I'd like it to increase steadily to 1300-1500 volts ONCE THE TAIL BEGINS. the tail is the center of the electrical cells, it wouldn't make sense for him to have electrical power because he has scales >_<.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:33 pm
Giant African Millipede This is turning more and more into my main quest.
Thought Process:I first thought of something Billious said: IoDM is HORROR based! I thought... what scares people about animals? Then I thought of movement... what animal creeps people out about movement? Bugs. Why? Too many legs. What has the most legs? Millipedes.
300-750 legs!I started listing the reasons an anthromorphic millipede would be beneficial... and realized what one could be capable of. +Hardened Armour, especially when coiled +Wall/ceiling-climbing capability +Poison +Tens if not hundreds of arms to carry things (Weapons?) +Tunneling Capable +Amphibious +Sensory Attenae It's then I was listing building blocks of a super soldier. We've got a walking armoured tank with 2-4 escape mechanisms, heightened senses, innate poisons, and are silent to boot. Tank, soldier, assassin. Now give them 20 guns each. Make one of these guys for that president, that prime minister, they ARE the security. Five of these guys could be the entire geurilla fighting force behind a revolution. Moreau wants a return on a few million spent on a transformation? Selling weapons can do that. Anthromorphic millipedes would be those weapons. How does Bress enter this? Simple. Any young person can undergo military training, but the human mind is a frail thing. Who can say the average Joe could manage using dozens, hundreds of limbs? Someone who could bring ordered logic to those limbs would be more of an asset than a battle-hardened navy seal. Bress could be that person, with his disciplined mind. keep in mind, though, that all of the islanders are still guinea pigs... mistakes can be allowed... And Why is it so creepy in retrospect? It could be underneath you, above you, on the wall, or in that shadow ready to constrict you with hundreds of legs while its poisonous pincers dig in... Giant African MillipedeSize: 20-27cm. Legs: 200-300, depending on age. Habitat: Green areas of mid-Africa, such as Niger andd Cameroon. Diet: Leaves and light vegetation. Poison: None. By nature most of the subspecies only have the defensive capability of curling up into a tightly wound ball. Compound Eyes: Not really great. Ideal Transformation0%:What he was wearing when he came to the island: He has an outfit of a white turtleneck with teal trim and "halfway" cargopants (not as many pockets as typical ones. He also has a pair of sunglasses that he usually uses for driving the boat, but rarely elsewise. 25%: Back plates start to form, growing harder and changing colour. Getting a little harder on the skin in a lot of places due to the exoskeleton. Bumps form all the way down the length of his body. He also lengthens. 50%: Bumps Protude to be very tiny, workable limbs, whether being hands or feet. At this point they could hold twigs or perhaps pencils, but their dexterity and strength are very small. He lengthens more as his back and skin harden, and begins to segment into the many parts. Attenae start forming. 75%: The most major change yet. His body is now almost completely segmented and VERY long, has a fairly hard back, and his skin is now mostly exoskeleton. The limbs are now almost the same size as his normal ones, and are much stronger than before. His head undergoes many changes during this time, as well, including rapid hair loss. He now finds he can climb walls and ceilings with moderate success, as well as the ability to burrow. 100%: It appears now he seems to be more millipede than human: dozens of slightly clawlike limbs, a harden shell that he can wrap himself in, VERY long, able to arch and twist around himself, and more. One of the most recognizably human parts of him are the vibrant green eyes he started with [as millipede eyes are weak] that are always so calculating.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:34 pm
Character Profile: Peter Valleck Name: Peter Valleck Call Me: Usually Peter or Valleck, not Pete. Specialty: Technical Equipment and Multimedia Age: 27 Height: 6' 1" Weight: 170 lbs Place of Birth: Montreal, Quebec Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Nationality: Canadian Occupation: Dance Club Operational Director and DJ Distinguishing Features or Marks: No scars and such, but has a short, trim cut beard. He is left handed Voice: Surprisingly good, given his generally solitary nature. Also has a good singing voice. When singing, he sounds quite a bit like the lead singer of Counting Crows – wouldn’t be good for a boy-band, but quite able to give most songs justice. Likes: Music, Technology, Movies, books, all of any kind except Romance, and sometimes solitude. Dislikes: People that just won't leave him alone sometimes, excessive drug use, gossip. Most Embarrassing Moment: First time DJing. What a mess. Goal in Life: Unknown, which is a big problem Theme Song: "Straw Dog", "the Astronaut" and "Drunk Girl" by Something Corporate Who he is, Recent History: Petter Valleck is a 27-year-old Quebecer from Montreal who's life just...didn't. All through elementary school, high school, and finally college, he wanted to go into film, special effects and general photography as well. He got out of college and into the workforce, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't land a job in the film industry. It seemed that someone was always more qualified, or knew the director, or had more experience. After almost a year of die-hard searching, he kind of 'gave in'. A high-profile club he frequented, Zaphod Beeblebrox [no, I didn't get unimaginative with the name, I'm basing the club after one after one in my hometown] was hiring for a technical job, and he was given it very quickly after the interview. Go figure. It turned out to be a bit of a electrician-technician-visual-audio guy job. He was content with it, regardless, so he rolled with it. The job required him to wear black a lot, since he was supposed to work in the background and not get noticed. It worked with him. He lived alone in apartment, a couple kilometers from Zaphod's. He mostly walked unless it was really cold out. Usually he didn't talk much on the job, mainly because people saw him doing complicated wiring or being half under a stage and thought it best to leave him alone. After closing one late Friday night, seemingly alone, he had noticed an extra guitar left up on stage and decided to play it. He was a bit rusty, last time playing it being in high school, but he wasn't bad, and he sang the lyrics really well. The Boss, Paul Anderson, was hurriedly walking by and noticed him playing, stopped, and considered. He then informed Mr. Valleck that the DJ for the next night had to cancel, and they couldn't find a replacement that could use the technology. He offered Peter a chance. Valleck reluctantly agreed for the good of the club. It was quite the disaster. Being rather intrapersonal [better off than shy, but not that much], he couldn't get the crowd excited, and he got nervous and kept slipping up. He had to resort to a predefined dance mix track. While Mr. Anderson was a little disappointed, he urged Valleck to give it another go some time. Meanwhile, most of his free time was spent back at the apartment, sleeping during the day a lot out of habit, watching a lot of movies from the past 30 years. He is a particular fan of the Indiana Jones trilogy, and watches them each month as a bare minimum. He shares this obsession with Mathieu, a co-worker. As time went on he got a little pale, since he was only up and about during sunlight for a few hours a day. Eventually he got really good at his job, being there a whopping two years. In that time, he DJed a little more and became comfortable with it. At that point he felt that he was able to step up to the plate and ask to be a regular DJ, and Paul heartily agreed. then Paul asked him his DJ name, and Peter looked at him like a fish out of water. DJs usually had good reasons for their names. What was important in his life? "Umm, Archangel." Peter was a practicing Roman Catholic, and is very conscious of that. Due to his schedule he usually goes to masses on Sunday nights, because he's usually recovering from the Saturday night during the regular times. He tried his best to live by the tenants though, even into Zaphod's. He really didn't drink to excess... and as for girls. Almost every time he met a girl at the club, she'd been drinking at least a little, and almost always she seemed different if they went on a date. Sometimes he broke it of, sometimes she did, but it always ended up not working out. He continues trying, but hasn't found anyone yet. In the four years since, he's come out on top of the club as one of, if not THE most popular DJs in the club. He's made quite a few friends with the staff, including the boss, Paul, and a Francophone named Matthieu. He also has friends in the Church, including Father David Michaels and the Sunday night 'youth' (upbeat tempo, 15-30 year old) choir. All these things help bolster a brooding hatred for drug use. Peter’s all for social drinking, but so many people who get out on the dance floor while high, stoned, and drunk often do themselves and others a disfavour. Many would forget huge parts of the night the next day; the fun they had with friends and erasing the good memories made. Worse, they could ruin events. More than one time wedding receptions that took place at the club where someone who’d drank far, far too much and threw up on other guests, or all over the dance floor, or shouted profanity that they would never say sober. For Valleck, seeing too many crying brides and upset party hosts ‘did in’ drugs for him. Personality: Though the above outlines very well the kind of person Peter is, there are many grey areas of his personality that need to be filled in. First and foremost, he’s a humanitarian. When he takes time off, he often volunteers with friends to help those who need it – soup kitchens, homeless shelters, or even protests like the March for Life against abortion. Through his study of Catholicism, he always wants to ensure basic human rights, and beyond that he tries to make as many people smile as he can. It actually carries into his work, because if a customer isn’t having a good time, there’s something wrong. When he DJs, he ‘zeroes in’ on those who aren’t dancing, who have their arms crossed looking annoyed on the side of the dance floor, and makes it his personal mission to see them smile. Valleck’s Disc-Jockey experiences have improved his interpersonal skills a great deal from when he started, and now can more easily know the right words to say at the right time. Going further, while he is somewhat sympathetic, he is also very empathic. While getting ‘DJ lessons’ from his fellow workers at Zaphod’s, he learned how to express and read body language effectively. The way somebody crosses their legs while sitting, a person’s posture, or even the amount their eyes are open are a very big though very subtle form of communication. After six years in the entertainment industry, some of his friends say he could read minds. Persistent in all of this, though, is his longing for times of solitude as well. Some have said ‘You cannot hear God in the world today because of the noise and the distractions and hectic lifestyle’. Peter likes to get away sometimes, whether at home or in Provincial Parks or the like, where all nice goes away, and he could pray, or meditate, or just plain reflect on life and get away from that noisy, hectic lifestyle. He has a cell phone, but keeps it off most of the time; generally it is for emergencies or other life-hanging-in-the-balance events. When he’s not DJing and doing general electrical-work or other mundane chores, sometimes coworkers or clients just want to come and chat. And chat. And chat. And chat. If someone is down and needs someone to talk to, Peter can tell pretty easily and is there fore them… but some just like hearing their own voice while Peter would rather silence, and sometimes makes excuses of doing something very technical and ‘come back later’. One thing he will not tolerate, though, is gossip. In Peter’s mind, nothing destroys a person’s social ties like ‘good’ gossip. Everyone has a few things they’d rather keep private, but here someone else is, telling the world. One thing missing is his goal in life – right now, he really doesn’t have one. While he has a personal style in which he lives his life, he really doesn’t have any plans to ‘evolve’ his life, to become more than he is – he’s not looking for a new job, also having pretty well given up the film-industry goal. He’s grown a bit cynical in the dating scene, having had too many relationships gone sour too soon. He really just doesn’t have that many ways left he could grow. While he does develop his spiritual life, he really doesn’t have many places to go with it. Physical:You'd think a guy who spends most of his time indoors would have a spare tire sitting at their gut, but Valleck's actually pretty well toned. Between DJing and dancing three nights a week, he's doing the electrical and hardware work, which means a lot of heavy lifting and a lot of sweating. At just over 6 feet, he's just the right weight - you'd never call him skinny, nor fat, and has quite pronounced but not striking biceps. He's just barely on the pale side, as he spends a lot of his waking time at night on the dance floor or in the back rooms. His head and face have a slightly angular appearance, with a slightly broad nose under blue eyes. His jawline is particularly pronounced, doubly so due to his shortcut beard framing his face. He has a medium-brown tint to his hair, though the beard is laced with a little red. He usually keeps his hair pretty short (2-3 inches at most) and his beard shorter. Background (Family, older history, etc):Valleck grew up in a four-body house; he lived with his parents and his older brother. Jean Valleck, his mother, is a Quebec native who speaks mostly French (Quebecer French, mind the dialect) who has a unique job: cheesemaking. She works at St. Anthony’s Dairy. She is very much involved with her Quebec heritage and often takes the time to look into her family genealogy. Marcus Valleck, Peter’s father, is an accountant in downtown Monteal. He is Irish moved to Canada in his early twenties, and after deciding he liked it, gained dual citizenship. He met Jean at Church, and the relationship snowballed from there. Peter’s older brother, Thom, went on to be a stock broker in Ontario while he was still in grade school. They get along pretty well, but Thom is very rarely home. A brief history before the workforce... 1999-2000: Peter was doing odd jobs while looking for a career based in the filmmaking arts. After being turned down quite a few times he got his job at Zaphod Beeblebrox's. 1997-1999: Went to Vanier College in Montreal for the Technical Operations program, minoring in film studies. 1995-1997: CEGEP. 1992-1995: St. George's Catholic High School 1985-1992: Our Kady of Peace Catholic Elementary school. Possessions coming to the island: Scarce. He basically was 'captured' with what he had on him: Black cargo pants with a dark wine red T-shirt and a black long sleeve jacket-shirt. Though he doesn't realize it for almost the full day he's awake on the island, in the bottom pocket of the pants are his Ipod, charger, and connection cables. He also has slim-fitting black shoes, and his not-quite-yet characteristic Fedora hat. Coming to the island:In a lot of ways Peter was married to his job. He slept away a lot of the day and worked all night most nights. A lot of his free time was found during the early hours (5-7 AM) or during the late afternoon... which meant that he really didn't go on too many social outtings. Another thing was that he would always get the job done - he'd never really slack off, always did the job until it was done, and then didn't waste time moving onto the next one. He also was generally kind and courteous with his co-workers. He was a model employee. In a lot of ways, this was a bit of the problem... he always put the job first. He really only loosened up when DJing as "Archangel". A lot of the co-workers thought he really needed to unwind, and considering his dedication... there was only one thing to do.... [RP Mode] It was 5 A.M. after quite a busy night. A lot of the staff had gone home; most of the service folks like the barman and cooks had long vacated. Peter was out on the dance floor, mopping a spilled rum and coke that happened earlier that evening. The 'disco' lights were still on, spinning away in a vibrant spectrum of colours. He had set the sound system to some slow music, and while he wasn't dancing with the mop, you could tell he was practicing his moves. When you're the last person in Zaphod's like this, the music keeps you company. At the moment, Peter was listening to "Here's to The Night"... but the lyrics seemed a little offbeat with the music. In fact, it was kind of like someone was singing along t -- Peter spun around, and there, sitting on one of the cleaned tables, were Paul and Mathieu, who'd stopped when Peter had finally made sense of the situation. Both wore quite the grin. Mathieu gave a laugh tinged by his accent. "I tink she likes you, Peter. You really clean off zhe dance floor of all competitors!" Paul just sat and smiled. Peter recognized the moment to play the 'fool card'. He flipped the mop upside down. "Don't listen to him, baby," Valleck said in a hurt but soothing tone, carressing the mops' 'hair'. "We'll go to other clubs and we'll be the main attraction. It'll be a clean sweep. Just gotta mind that one sassy girl and her broom." He made to leave with 'her', knowing he'd get called back. No one sits around like that at that hour. Knowing Paul, he was about four seconds from saying "get back here, and your girlfriend too!" He kept moving. One step, two steps. "Peter." Now THAT came as a mild shock. The two employees had gone from giggling to sombre in five seconds flat. Something was up. Spinning on a heel and walking back, slowly, cautiously, he gave a reply. "Yes, sir?" Paul was twiddling his thumbs, a usual habit he fell into when he was looking for the tactful words to say, typically with an angry customer. This was definitely something big. "Peter, I'd like to discuss your work over the course these two past months." Now Peter was beginning to be genuinely confused. “Sir? I don’t think that I’ve slacked off to any degree, and those three sick days that I took -” “-Were just fine, as far as I’m concerned. Peter, it’s not the quality of your work, nor any lack of effort and time put in. It’s that the large majority of the staff have noticed a change in you. According to some, you’re more distant, unsociable, and more often than not, tired and exhausted. We had a general meeting, and it was decided for you to go – to Jamaica.” He gave out a sigh, as if he were seeing a loved one pass on. “Please, Paul, I’d be willing to try harde- WHAT?” Peter had done a double take The other two burst out laughing. Paul, putting on a mock serious demeanour, pointed a finger at Peter and said, “You’ve had this coming for a long time, Bucko.” He then returned to laughing hysterically. Peter sat there dumbfounded. “Paul, I don’t get it. Why would the club randomly decide to cash money out for this over an unhappy employee? It just doesn’t make sense.” Paul, wiping a tear from his eye and calming down, explained. “Peter, I looked in the records. The last time you took even a shift off was last August. Not only do you have more than enough days for this, but traditionally, our employees get something special as a fifth year anniversary gift. It’s now been seven years for you. That whole bomb scare fiasco ruined any chance of you getting away. So now you are. You’ve got a cruise ship that’ll be heading to Jamaica early next week. And you better be on it. The last thing we want is another two months of cranky Peter.” Mathieu jumped in and wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Come now, tink of it az an adventure, Peter! Just tink, what would Indy do? Oh, wait, you do not have your tinking cap on!” And suddenly Peter couldn’t see. Grasping at his head, he found a large black Fedora covering his head. Taking it off to observe it, a growing grin covered his face. “Wow… Thanks, Matt, thanks to BOTH of you. Same to the rest of the club. Wow.” Peter then flipped the hat off one arm and onto his head, in exactly the right place. “Now…” Peter grabbed and got hold of Matt’s throat. “All I have to do is squeeze!” Mathieu gave his best effeminate German voice as he replied with “All I have to do is scream.” With this, Peter did a great bear hug on the slender man. “Thanks. Both of you.” Turning, he said, “I guess I’ll go wash up and head home… to start packing.” He cracked a grin, and strode away. After getting to the washroom, Peter flicked on the light, and looked at the reflection in the mirror. Was he really that pale, now? Where had the time gone, these past seven years? He hardly recognized himself. Which is why I need to go, next week. I need to regain control. Washing up, he headed home to find his luggage bags. Later…Five days into the cruise, Peter was enjoying himself thoroughly. The cruise ship had set down on Jamaica for a couple days, and then went out to sea again for another two. In that time, Peter had met some lovely folks, some lovely ladies that he was keeping contact with, and stared up at the brilliant display of stars above him. After a while, they had gone pretty far from Jamaica, or so he understood, and the boat was setting down on a large island chain for stretching the legs. They boat would leave in exactly ten hours from set-down. A lot of the patrons simply went to sunbathe, but Peter decided a hike would be much more to his liking. Peter went off to the left, and had walked a few kilometres before going ‘round a bend that he shouldn’t have. Less than fifty meters away were a small string of boats on the shore with men loading and unloading. It was quite apparent that they were loading animals onto the boat. There was a pair of men barking out orders to hurry up, lest some get left behind. Most were carrying long-barrelled rifles with scopes. From his vantage point, Peter could tell that some of the animals were under protected lists. He also saw, emblazoned on the side of the nearest ship, the Cyan letters of “Feral Labs.” Peter recalled that it was a pharmaceuticals company that a lot of the club’s patrons enlisted from to get a little extra ‘boost’ from their evening. About to turn away, Peter was sighted. He bolted around the corner, but the men were faster. Coming around the corner, one lifted his rifle to his shoulder, peered into the sights, and squeezed. Peter felt a sharp pain wash over the back of his neck, and he had time to feel the soft tuff of a tranquilizer dart before all went black.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:39 pm
Updates January 13th - Part of "A bite to Eat" RP January 8th 2006 - Began a big Revision December 27rd 2006 - Added the Millipede serum description, updated replies, and am part of the ORP "A Quester Carol" December 23rd 2006 - Minor updates all-round, the character is in dire need of critiquing December 17th 2006 - Added Family, Motivation, Possessions December 16th 2006 - Good GOD been gone a while, a little dust on the place, been busy with university. Updating as much as I can. - Took out one of the two PhDs, left him with a Master's in one field, and increased his age to 29. -Building the Electric Eel section October 9th 2006 - Added the Transformation, added some profile info. October 8th 2006 - Typo Fixing. How he came to the island. October 7th 2006 - Expanding Profile and answering/pondering questions from fellow questers. Completed the "Who he is", " Personality", and "Physical" parts of the profile. Fixed Typos October 6th, 2006 - Added Quest Banner, Funds, Added titles to all sections, completed table of contents with links.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 9:31 am
Replies Heather Lin Smith On your bug quest: I doubt the Doctor would try and make a super solider since he has all the security he needs. However, I agree with your second reasoning on the psychological sense. The Doctor might be interested in how it affects some one's mind to change into an insect with that many legs and just that different from a human. Don't know if he'll allow the poison. <3 Just friendly advice. TYTYTYTYTYTYTY! at this point I much prefer flawfinding than praise. praise doesn't improve my quest! About the supersoldier part, HE doesn't, but he could sell them around the world for billions. It just comes as another form of income. The Millipede's poison is much more of an irritant than anything deadly (at their normal size). Centipedes are the ones with the deadly stuff, and if Moreau wanted poison, he could have a scorpion. You're completely right, Moreau can do what he wants...I was just outlining Millipede traits smile
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 6:45 pm
Funds
As of January 20th
Income
From Donations:
From Works:
Expenditures
Total Expenditures:
-8500
From Gaia Online Use:
500 - Trading Pass
1000 - Dark Head Fins
Island of Doctor Moreau:
5x500 October Flaffle
4500 Peter Valleck starting Clothing.
Total:
8500
Current Balance
34000
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 9:52 pm
Heya.
read through, and the one thing that felty like it was glaringly smacking me in the head was the fact that his occupation and double phd are unlikely at suchayoungage,prodigy ornot. It takes years of school to earn a doctrate, let alone two, and publishing downot earn nearly enough money to fund expensive things like storm chasing. Scientists often are forced totake grants and also set up projects on behalf of the intrests of parties who will continue to fund them. Other than that, I'd like to see how you flesh this idea out.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 10:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 2:09 pm
i definetly like this charcter, if you would like to RP him with Glacus, Pm me or comment on my thread
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