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 Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 4:33 pm
We make all of our sons the same
Everyone will suffer the fires we've made.
They all explode just the same
And there's no going back on the plans we've laid
Peacekeeper, take your time
Wait for the dark of night
Soon all the suns will rise...
My name is George Whitman, and welcome to my world.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:23 am
Navigational Chart
I My Name is Georgia, and Welcome to My World
II Navigational Chart
III All About George
IV George's Adventures
V George's World
VI George's Story
VII--XV Reserved
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:24 am
 General Information:
Name: George Whitman
Aliases: Agent Georgia, Doc Whitman
Gender: Male
Quote: "Only creatures who are on their way/Ever poison their own well/But we still have time to hate/And there's still something we can sell." --Peacekeeper, Fleetwood Mac
Likes: being of help to people, the AIs, calling Freelancers by their real names
Dislikes: Command, the Director, sadists, having to shoot, being called a medic, his government nickname
About: George is the Freelancer medic, a former soldier who was roped in for the show when Command found that he had an excellent education and was probably going to be discharged dishonorably from the army. In Project Freelancer, he found refuge in his med lab, caring for the victims of the intense rivalries that inevitably popped up. As he did, he came to know their AIs and respect them as individuals whom he called by their nicknames. He refused an AI partner, arguing that away from combat he would not need it, though the real reason was that he did not want to run the risk of losing his mind should there be trouble with an AI. When Epsilon suicided and the rest of the Freelancers scattered, George stayed on, assured of a job.
His armor enhancement is a device that diagnoses infections--a useful thing for a field medic doctor.
Relationships:
Parents: ??? x ???
Siblings: none
Mate: Margo Hall
Offspring: Ahiga, Kai; Sherman, Tessa
Friends: Agrona, Pi, Silo, Liam, Ryan, Robert, Eps, D, Ellie
AI: None
OOC Information:
Status: Taken
Posts in: teal
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:25 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:26 am
George's World
Relations
Nizhoni Nayelli Greenwater--I never had the exquisite pleasure of meeting Nizhoni while she belonged to the Project, but I regret that. She is...everything to me. I'm still a little surprised that we had bowls not long after we met, but I love her more than my own life nonetheless.
Ahiga Gaagii Whitman--My son. I'm the one who named him; I thought that Nizhoni might like it if I chose a Navajo name for him. "Ahiga" means "he fights" and "Gaagii" means "raven." I think it might suit him.
Kai Shideezhi Greenwater--My daughter. I would die to protect her, just like her brother and mother. I'm guessing that she'll be calm, but kind or chaotic, I'll protect her from any unworthy boy who comes calling!!
Friends
Agrona--Agent Montana. Everyone's heard the jokes about Agrona's aim, so of course I've seen her a lot! She has a sense of humor, but she's matured since the end of the project. Which is good; I kept worrying that the next time I saw her, I wouldn't be able to do anything for her.
Pi--Someone I enjoyed arguing with while fixing up Agrona. I don't think anyone realizes it, but Pi's rather protective under that vengeful shell. She's tender and loving--but of course, she'll kill you for saying that.
Enemies
Acquaintances
Melissa--Agent Carolina. If there is anything I regret that I've ever done, it's the things I've had to do to Melissa to keep her alive. Now, of course, she fears me more than anything else. I just wish she could accept that I'm trying to help!
Ryan--Agent Kentucky. If I can keep him from doing drugs to keep his mind off of Nu, then I will be satisfied. Luckily, I've convinced him to take antidepressants instead of frying his brain.
Liam--Agent Nevada. Nothing soured me more on Project Freelancer than having to stitch up his wrists after they removed Ellie from him. He's doing better now, though, and I'm glad to say that he has Ellie back. However, he still needs medicine to keep his sanity and I'm glad to fill out his prescriptions.
David--Agent Washington. David...something bad happened to David, but that gives him no right to set out to kill all the AIs. If not for the Hippocratic Oath, I would just let him die.
Housemates
Geyser--I really don't know what to think. She's a little eccentric, to say the least.
K--I didn't get to meet her dads much--Robert had a healing unit, so he didn't need my services much--but she seems a logical and intelligent girl, just like D.
Fogstep--I don't think he trusts me...but he's a very fast runner, and seems to be in good health.
Pwnage--Again, I don't know what to think.
Yoake--A fine young man--a little enthusiastic, but not all bad.
Vestia--Pi's daughter. It seems that she inherited her mother's underside, the caring, protective one.
Cathair--Fogstep's son. I hope he trusts me more than his father does.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:27 am
My name is George Whitman, and this is my story.
I was born in Georgia, but when I was about...three or four, I think, we moved to California. I loved it there. I was good in school, enjoyed the sunshine, and danced through the rain. Dry summers? Yes, please! My mom missed Georgia, but I didn't. All of my friends were here, and nowhere can you find such awe-inspiring scenery.
I decided to go into medicine, and got into an insanely good medical school. In my last year, disaster struck: I was drafted. For some reason that has never been clear to me, I was not allowed to practice medicine as a medic. I was instead made a rifleman. What they've always said about war is true: it's hell. There's no two ways about it. I nearly lost my mind, I think--and a mind's a terrible thing to lose, let me tell you. Even I couldn't tell what I was going to do next, and there's a high you achieve from combat that you can't get from any substance.
At some point...late in the war...there was a battle. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I was the only member of the unit left alive. There was no doubt in the minds of my superiors when they heard about it some months after the end of the war that I was somehow responsible for their deaths. Without hard evidence, however, I could not be court-marshaled. Instead, I was to be discharged dishonorably. Fine with me.
But then something happened that no one expected: some Counselor from a little-known group at the time offered to take me off of the Army's hands. The group was Project Freelancer; as a military experiment, he explained, they were in need of a competent medic. Not only were they offering me a job and a reprieve, but they agreed to allow me to finish medical school. This was an offer that I would be mad not to accept, so I did.
Worst mistake of my life? Or best? I know for a fact that it was a mistake, but for me, or for Freelancer Command?
I was given the nickname Agent Georgia when I returned, and as training began to grow more intense, I learned more about my 48 "brethren." When AIs were starting to be handed out, I should have been first in line as one of the first Freelancers. But I refused. "******** no! I've been keeping my sanity for too long to risk it for some person stuck in my head with nothing better to do than to pry! And what if it's deleted? My mind will go as surely as if I put a pistol to my head!"
That's what I thought. What I said was, "The fighters need aid more than I do in combat. If there are AIs when everyone else has one, I will accept one, but not before." Lucky me. Everyone said that at some point; they were the lucky ones, they got the one "good" AI. But I know for a fact that I was the lucky one. I had no AI and nothing to fear as a non-partisan.
In my med lab, I met almost everyone. I met Agrona often--it was my decision early on to call everyone by their real names, though I was quickly convinced to leave Miss's name alone--and I became friends quickly with her AI, Pi. In fact, I found that no matter the AI, I could usually get along with them. I also decided to call them by their nicknames--Pi remained Pi, of course, but I called Gamma Gary, Omega O'Malley, and so on. When the end came, when Eps committed suicide...I was shocked. But not that badly shocked. He had been in a bad state since I first met him. He was insane--but I couldn't do anything. I wanted to help, but I couldn't find a way. Our bad luck, I suppose.
Still, when the end came, I didn't lose a job. I didn't run away. Freelancer Command still had guards, and accidents did happen. I pretty much became the major doctor for the entire area. Boring, but I had the occasional job that was anything but, and frighteningly so--caring for an insane agent who just lost their AI is a nightmare, and I mean that literally. I took to sleeping with a pistol, a habit I had broken years ago.
Probably the thing that most swept aside the dull quality of life was a raid into Command a month or so ago. I knew from watching the security films that it had to be Agrona and Pi. Pi is rather...distinctive, though it surprised me to find that Agrona's aim had improved. When one of her friends scrambled the AIs, it was my job to resort them. Irritated at Command that day, I decided to communicate with one, Upsilon, whose premature removal from Miss had meant that I knew little about him.
He begged me to let him out. So I agreed and hatched a plan for our escape. We had to part ways to distract the guards and make them follow me. I don't know what happened to Silo. I hope he got away. I only barely did--my legs were shot from under me, but I managed to crawl away. I guess all that crawling in basic training was useful after all. My med kit lost, there wasn't much I could do. I've managed finally to make my way out of there and across the border. Pi found me. A miracle, if one believes in such things. So here I am, writing my story on a bed in the House of Mist where Agrona and Pi live half the time. Tomorrow I will venture into the Lucky Noodle Shop and back into the world I once knew...and enjoyed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:29 am
"It Makes a Fellow Proud to be a Soldier!" by Tom Lehrer
As sung by Geyser's Spartans, AIs, and Sangheili
George:
The heart of every man in our platoon must swell with pride,
For the nation's youth, the cream of which is marching at his side.
For the fascinating rules and regulations that we share,
And the quaint and curious costumes that we're called upon to wear!
Tam:
Now Al joined up to do his part defending you and me.
He wants to fight and bleed and kill and die for liberty.
With the hell of war he's come to grips,
Policing up the filter tips,
It makes a fella proud to be a soldier!
Monty:
When Pete was only in the seventh grade, he stabbed a cop.
He's real R.A. material and he was glad to swap
His switchblade and his old zip gun
For a bayonet and a new M-1.
It makes a fella proud to be a soldier!
Dom:
After Johnny got through basic training, he
Was a soldier through and through when he was done.
It's effects were so well rooted,
That the next day he saluted
A Good Humor man, an usher, and a nun.
Kyna:
Now Fred's an intellectual, brings a book to every meal.
He likes the deep philosophers, like Norman Vincent Peale.
He thinks the army's just the thing,
Because he finds it broadening.
It makes a fella proud to be a soldier!
Finnbar:
Now Ed flunked out of second grade, and never finished school.
He doesn't know a shelter half from an entrenching tool.
But he's going to be a big success.
He heads his class at OCS.
It makes a fella proud to be a soldier!
Panzer:
Our old mess sergeant's taste buds had been shot off in the war.
But his savory collations add to our esprit de corps.
To think of all the marvelous ways
They're using plastics nowadays.
It makes a fella proud to be a soldier!
Ahiga:
Our lieutenant is the up-and-coming type.
Played with soldiers as a boy you just can bet.
It is written in the stars
He will get his captain's bars,
But he hasn't got enough box tops yet.
Sher:
Our captain has a handicap to cope with, sad to tell.
He's from Georgia, and he doesn't speak the language very well.
He used to be, so rumor has,the Dean of Men--at Alcatraz!
HEY!!!
Everyone else:
It makes a fella proud to be,
Why, as a kid I vowed to be,
What luck to be allowed to be
A soldier.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:30 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:31 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:32 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:33 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:34 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:36 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:37 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:38 am
Reserved
Nizhoni Nayelli: Ahiga Gaagii (m), Kai Shideezhi (f)
Soha 'Rolamee: Sherman (m), Toha/Tessa (f)
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