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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:53 pm
Username: Antigra Mule SN's: Paul Barnes IoDM Newbie? (Y/N): Nope Serum: Lion/Scorpion (undirected combo) OR Emperor Scorpion OR Whatever Special Traits Desired: ? CODE for your quest banner(s):  [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=2475488] [img]http://tatooiner_x10.freepgs.com/lolwut.png[/img][/url]
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:07 pm
Name: Paula Barnes (formerly Paula Summers)
Gender: Female
Age: 38
Birthday: March 2nd
Hair: Long black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'10"
Build: Average, a bit pudgy
Former Occupation: Monitoring the islanders
Birthplace: Summerland, Massachusetts
Family: Carl Summers (ex-husband), Jacob and Kevin (two sons, now 4 and 7 respectively)
Likes: Money, power, the tropics, football, her job, horror flicks, her two sons, watching islanders being messed with, buzzing Billy, violence, seeing Gaius naked, seeing Rex naked, generally seeing other male islanders naked (with exceptions, like Gallen, Richard), watching islanders going at it.
Dislikes: Answering phones, being fired, romance and drama movies, being disagreed with, messing up on the job, getting threatened, "slow days" on the job, reviewing uneventful tapes, being blackmailed, surveillance.
Clothing: Favors casual clothing like T-shirts and pants. Also owns a standard-issue Feral Labs uniform. Anything that's light is usually good, as she's learned from experience that the sweltering temperatures on the island don't mix with black clothes.
Personality: Paula is a woman of words, many of them very vulgar. Never the best girl to begin with, the island has given her personality enough of a warp that she's got no sympathy left for anyone but herself. Day after day watching the cameras has brought out her inner pervert, and allowed some of her less socially desirable traits and quirks to shine through. She smokes, she drinks, she usually does whatever he likes provided he's not stepping on the toes of higher-ups who can potentially screw her over. She's a fan of the concept of blackmail, having used it before to get employees to quit at jobs she used to work at, for however short a time.
History: Paula lived an average girl's life in an average town. She maintained a C average in high school, attented community college, did her fair share of marijuana, and as the years went by she was soon handed his diploma and shoved out into the unfriendly world.
She landed his first job as a phone operator, patching calls through and enduring the occasional prankster. The pay was unsatisfactory, but she did it anyway, eventually meeting a caring man named Carl. Their relationship took several years and many promises to build, but soon they stood before the altar and were pronounced husband and wife.
That was about when things took a downhill turn.
Paula's luck grew thin. Despite his actual desire to maintain a job, the places he was hired at inevitably made cuts and downsized. The operator job hadn't lasted, and as Paul went desperately from one low-end job to another year by year to make ends meet, his wife started growing fed up. They had two children to take care of! Paul had to do some dirty dealings, and unbeknownst to his wife was involved in several shady dealings to get enough money to pay the bills. Karen eventually filed for divorce and moved with the children to her parents' place, refusing to speak with Paul again. He was distraught - his family had been all he had, and now they were gone, leaving him with nothing. He contemplated suicide, but it was too much to go through with. Bitter and aggrivated, he felt nothing would become of his life now.
To the island: (( The below is totally open to change. ))
What a shock that a week later, a job offer arrived by mail. The details of the job in question were vague, something to do with security, but it included free room and board, as well as a tropical location. It was almost too good to be true! He dialed the number, agreed to everything, and the plans were made. He, along with a variety of others, were to be joining some teams of highly qualified scientists for an undetermined amount of time. The scientists would be doing the research, and Paul would be one of the "observers". In other words, Paul had landed himself a cushy job watching the cameras.
The fact that he was supposed to watch some unwitting test subjects hardly bothered him. Simple enough, he'd reasoned. They were probably just in some sort of medical study. But then came the day Ambrose changed, and everything took a very strange turn. The monitoring staff was finally briefed on the true nature of their jobs, watching carefully as humans became animals, and making sure that no one was severely injured or killed. Surprisingly, no one objected. Moreau had been careful to pick the less emotional, objecting types, and had aready dazzled most of them with the prospect of huge sums of money if they were to stay quiet and do their jobs. Paul had no problems with the idea of paydirt, and stuck to monitoring.
The nature of the work hardened him from being sympathetic, making it easier for Paul to buzz. More and more islanders kept arriving, and the divided workload was increasing. Dr. Duvert occasionally took over for some of them, but it was getting tough to watch so many people. If it wasn't a "dangerous" islander, the footage went straight to tape, to be reviewed later. But mistakes were happening, more and more often. Moreau was getting infuriated. Someone had to be "let go", in the most terrifying fashion - over the fence, to have done to them what they had been watching for well over a year. It didn't matter who, really, as all of his monitoring staff were incompetent enough to serve as a warning to the others. Lose one, and maybe the remaining ones would work a hell of a lot harder.
The pink slip, unsurprisingly, went to Paul.
What went wrong: The serum itself was one of the splurge ones invented by Sabin around when he'd made Beastie, accidentally salvaged and shelved away as though it were an actual serum. It was a "manticore" serum, but higly experimental, untested on any of Sabin's animals. The doctor had found from... tests... that the mix of vertebrate and invertebrate generally failed to mesh into a miniature replica of the terrible beast of Greek myth. If only he'd had more time to develop it! Moreau's return nixed his hopes of that.
Many months later, he recieved quite a shock when he saw that the former employee had been injected with Emperor Scorpion serum. It wasn't that it was odd - far from it. It was just that it happened to be the bottle he'd stored his incomplete "manticore" mix in, as he'd composed it half of the large scorpion DNA. It was a troubling situation. Could Mr. Barnes's changes be passed off as an effect of a contaminated serum? Or would it be too obvious that it was a combination serum?
That, he supposed, depended on whether or not the serum did what it was intended. Hopefully, the mythical serum would backfire. If it didn't...
NOTE: If I can only get a regular animal, then I'll stick to the Emperor Scorpion. It'd be for no apparent reason, just as the reason he got the combo was supposed to have been.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 1:16 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 1:28 am
RIP CONCEPTS
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Nonmorphic Grass Man
aka
Jack Leone
He will live on in our hearts and our lawns.
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Old Lady -> Parrot
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Reporter -> Star-Nosed Mole
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Goth -> Sunflower
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 1:55 am
GEARING UP
These are my backup ideas.
Blind Man -> Blind Animal (never sees anything)
"Croc Hunter" -> Crocodile
Rebel/Anarchist -> Termite Drone or Sheep
Hunchback -> Camel
Bald Man -> Long Wattled Umbrella Bird
POTOO
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:40 pm
Name: Richard "d**k" Harry Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 69
Birthday: July 23rd
Hair: Short, slicked back grey-brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'
Build: Getting somewhat big around the waist.
Occupation: Politician
Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia
Family: Three children, ten grandchildren, wife (deceased)
Likes: Power, money, socializing, people, kids, babies, talking champagne
Dislikes: Mudslinging, buying votes, people who dislike him, people opposed to him, terrorists, anarchists, animal testing
Clothing: Well-dressed. Tuxedos, nice shoes, the works. He's got campaign money, after all.
Personality: A Southern-born senator with strong faith and a love of government.
Charisma? That's his middle name. Or it would be, if it wasn't Harry. Behind that flashy smile is... absolutely nothing. d**k lives for adoration of other people and their wants and needs. While not book-smart (you CAN get by with Cs at Harvard!) he's definitely a sweet-talker and a bit of an exaggerator - anything for a vote. However, he is one of the few remaining "honest" politicians left in the business, caring very deeply for people in a way that most other politicians laugh at. Tragically, his youth is far behind him, but he still runs for senator as he always has.
And never, ever ask him about the internet.
History: ???
To the island: If one were to purchase a newspaper in the US, the bold headline "Senator Takes Life Over Lost Senate Seat". Details of an apparent suicide-by-drowning, complete with the standard-issue note, would bring a tear to the eyes of many who'd met the simple but enthusiastic former senator. A eulogy would be held, and his fellow senators would lie their lies about the man to the American public, while standing beside an empty coffin over a fresh grave.
But you see, there was no suicide. d**k Johnson happened to be outspoken against companies like Feral Labs, ones known for their animal research and other science that he'd deemed unethical time and time again in his proposed legislations. Once in a while he made a dent, costing the company a little money here and there to fight the laws that constricted how legal their work was. It would be quite a trophy in Moreau's closet, and to show the man the success of his work firsthand... and to finally have the upper hand.
The senator had no intention of suicide, and the note was forged by a professional at the labs, based on handwritten letters they'd obtained. The senator was forcefully removed from his own home, after answering the door at two in the morning. The evidence would serve to put people off of the trail. And as for d**k Johnson? Moreau always did find the animal representation of the Republican fitting.
(( What sixth-grade humor? ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 12:24 am
Name: Leslie Bloodstone
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Birthday: May 15th
Hair: Short brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'8"
Build: Not skinny, not fat, a little stocky.
Former Occupation: Office job for a medium-sized company
Birthplace: Bath, England
Family: Mother and father Robert & Donna Bloodstone, and brother Zachary. All but her mother are (to her knowledge) deceased.
Likes: Free time, museums, drama movies, beaches, reading, tea, building snowmen, cats, papayas.
Dislikes: Caves, hospitals, losing her glasses, tardiness, alcohol, clingy people, the glass ceiling, death in the family.
Clothing: Pantsuits and work-appropriate clothes are what she generally wears. She considers herself "past her prime", so she's bade farewell to the rebellious clothes of her youth in favor of modest outfits. When off the job, she chooses comfortable but practical clothing.
Personality: The easiest way to describe Leslie would be "austere" - she's a no-nonsense woman who's partially climbed the corporate ladder thanks to what she thinks is her focus. She doesn't take risks and lives according to a strict personal code of conduct, rather than anyone else's. Leslie's only escape from the monotony and tragedy of life was to surround herself in work and never spend any time questioning things around her, for fear that she'd just upset herself or end up having a nervous breakdown. Her voice is monotonous and dull, as is she.
History: Leslie was born to Robert and Donna Bloodstone in Bath, England in 1976. She was an uninteresting but pleasant baby, always watching to learn. Her parents moved to the United States several years after her brother was born, looking for a less expensive lifestyle. In school she strived for the highest grades, but was simply never inspiring or interesting to talk to. She had friends, but not many, and most of them turned on her in high school when they discovered sex and drugs. It left her rather alone and fearful of betrayals by those she trusted.
Her father, who had been rather abusive when drunk, died when she was in middle school of liver failure from his excessive drinking. Despite his scattered cruelties, Leslie loved him, and was sickened to find that her brother was happy he'd died. The grief was bad - when her mother had gone to bed that night, Leslie took one of her heavy school textbooks and started hitting him with it and shrieking at him about what a sick and ungrateful person he was. By the time her mother had come to rescue her brother, she's already pummeled him all over a surprising amount, and twice in the head, leaving him bleeding from where a corner had slashed him.
Her teen years were mostly uneventful. High school was an experience in itself, pushing her to her limits as she weighted herself down under a number of advanced classes. Business appealed to her, and she set her sights on getting a job in it. College wasn't difficult to get into with her GPA, so she soon moved out and went off to an east coast college, studying hard and aiming for a yearly income that could support her and the material comforts she liked. She didn't even hear about the incident when Zachary lost his arm and his friend lost her life until a week after it had happened. The way her mother had described it over the phone, it sounded like her brother was dying. She couldn't fly back to see him, but the worry over whether he'd pull through caused her to bomb a test.
After she'd graduated college, Leslie moved to a suburb in Maryland, working to pay the bills and growing more wearied as time went on. She didn't hear from her brother most of the time, and grew strangely used to his silence. In May of 2006, Leslie recieved a phone call from a mortuary telling her that her brother had died (no explanation was asked for or given) and when the funeral would be. It was quite a blow to her mother, who was already dealing with a recovery from knee surgery. So, alone, she flew out to California to attend what she hoped was the last funeral she'd have to witness from outside of the grave, not realizing that the casket was empty and her brother was in fact very much alive.
It took months for the grief to really settle in, and when it did, it hit her hard. She took an unprecendented amount of sick days, and looked genuinely sick. Her manager grew concerned by Leslie's apparent decline in health, and forced her to admit herself to a hospital for a while to recuperate.
To the island: It was through a shuffle of patients to places with specialties that Feral Labs was able to snatch Leslie out of the institution without a single suspicion. Using the name of a hospital under their ownership, it was claimed she was taken to a long-term rehab for nervous breakdowns. Not the case. The data on her brother had shown that her genetics wouldn't have any hugely adverse reactions to a serum, which was a money-saver. And there was also the possibility of doing a somewhat side-by-side comparison of how differently two siblings would handle changes, physically and mentally...
Animal Chosen: Preferably a dragonfly, either a Green Darner or a Blue-eyed Darner. If not, then European Lobster or Star-Nosed Mole.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:34 pm
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