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Seth Callaghan

PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:46 pm


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:47 pm


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01 - Journal Title with Cert
02 - List of Contents
03 - News and Updates
04 - Character Information
05 - Pre-Island Life Story
06 - From one Island to Another (AKA: Seth's IoDM Entrance story)
07 - Data File: The Thylacine
08 - The Contents of Duplex #65
09 - Inhabitant Encounters
10 - Art Archive
11 - RP Event Logs
12 - Reserved
13 - Reserved
14 - RP Contact & Messenger Info
15 - Credits and Thankyous heart

Seth Callaghan


Seth Callaghan

PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:47 pm


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- 09/13/2006 - Journal Set Up!
- 09/15/2006 - Entrance RP complete. ^_^
- 09/18/2006 - Met Newt on the path near the Duplexes
- 09/18/2006 - Met Marshall and Sid in the Cafeteria
- 09/18/2006 - Met Sid Again, discussion stuff.
- 09/22/2006 - Called Sabin, Got Lied to
- 09/25/2006 - Met Tommy, Conspired against Feral Labs
- 09/29/2006 - Played Pool with Maryke
- 09/XX/2006 -
- 10/08/2006 - Seth transformed to 25%!
- 10/22/06 - Met the neighbour, Liamh. Told him to shut up.


**This is outdated and seriously needs updating.***
PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:48 pm


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** All this information was accurate until Seth arrived on the island. Height, weight, and other measurements will be innacurate now. **


Full Given Name: Seth Benjamin Callaghan
Nickname(s): None that he would admit to.
Birthday: February 15th, 1970
Birthplace: Royal Melbourne Hospital (RMH), Melbourne, VIC
Age: 36
Nationality: Australian
Religion: Anglican (Christian)
Ethnic Origin / Heritage: 3rd generation English-born migrant (His ancestors immigrated to the country in the late 1910 early 20's period)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 192lb
Hair: Very dark brown with greying areas in his fringe and sides
Eye Colour: Brown
Pre Island Job / Career: Network Administrator
Likes: Chocolate, Sweet desserts, soda, pizza, beer, money, fried chicken, Chinese takeaway, meat pies, hot chips with gravy, tomato sauce, Computers, Chemistry, and some kinds of mathematics. Also likes drinking tea and usually carries around a bag of mints to quell minor stomach upsets.
Dislikes: Fiction reading novels, the cold, fire, puking, dairy products, arrogance, people who cheat.

Previous Education:
1972 - 1974:- Happy Hours Childcare Centre
1975 - 1982:- Dandenong North Primary School
1983 - 1988:- Dandenong High School
1989 - Nov 1991:- Bachelor of Arts, Teaching (never completed)
Mar 1994 - Dec 1996:- Cashier Assistant at local Safeway Supermarket
1997 - 2000:- Bachelor of Information Technology and Systems (acquired at Monash University, Melbourne Campus) (3 years Full Time)
2001 - 2004:- Graduate Diploma of Network Computing (acquired at Monash University, Melbourne Campus) (3 years Full Time)
Dec 2004 - Oct 2005:- Network Administrator for ANZ Banking
Oct 2005 - September 2006:- Freelance Network Administrator

Physical appearance: Seth takes very little pride in his appearance and grooming, thus is quite untidy looking nearly 100% of the time. He often goes unshaven for days, and his hair is typically a disheveled uncombed mess at the best of times. His hair is also beginning to show signs of greying, with already greyed areas in his fringe and sides; the rest of his hair is flecked with grey hairs. His hairline is also showing the first signs of receding, and he will more than likely be bald in his old age. His shirt is rarely ironed. He also looks mildly tired from excessive years of pulling all-nighters. He also has a large wrinkled and damaged patch of skin on his back and shoulders where he suffered extensive burns and had to have skin grafts on the area. The guy is also mildly overweight and pudgy but doesn't really care about it.

Personality: Seth is usually fairly friendly and outgoing in comfortable sociable situations, but will be quiet when he cannot think of anything to say, or when social company is awkward. He absolutely hates people with mean dispositions and if they threaten him enough, he will either seek to escape them, or strike out if backed into a corner. He can be quite sensitive to criticism and insult, even if he does his best not to show it outwardly. He can be a little naive at times, though he is by no means dumb either. He has had no real close dealings with the opposite sex and so hasn't got much of an idea about how to act around them. Working is his number one priority. He has a borderline obsessive desire to work and get his job done to perfection - and will stay there all night, a week solid, if it means getting the job done properly in the end. He has a strong sense of right and wrong thanks to his upbringing, but will very quickly break the rules and take risks if he believes the odds are in his favour. He is exceedingly loyal to his few friends simply because he finds it so hard to make them. This also leaves him open and vulnerable - he is unable to tell if a 'friend' is trying to screw him over or not. He would be very easy to take advantage of if one is kind. That said, he is also quite capable himself of being sly and underhanded to get something he wants. Overall, he is of above average intelligence, but mildly gullible, fairly easygoing as well as easy to get along with, that is, if you don't mind his messy habits. Expect not to see the floor of his living quarters.

Habits: Seth's downfall is that he likes to gamble. One may classify his active participation in it as a near addiction, but he can walk away from it altogether and not suffer at all. Because he came from a low-income family and never earned much in his first job, he figured that gambling was an easy way to make money with little effort. Sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses, but he rather enjoys doing it regardless of the result and so will gamble when he has the money to do so, whether it is for fun or because he needs money. Sometimes he will borrow money from friends if he doesn't have any. He also has the annoying habit of chewing the erasers off pencils when he writes with them.

Special Talents: Seth has a Graduate Diploma in Network Administration, and so knows how to set up LANs on multiple computers with proper security. Also knows how to juggle up to four objects at once. He can also touch his nose with the tip of his tongue. He can also play the acoustic guitar, though he is not very good with it. He can play a few known tunes and make some up as he goes along, but they are fairly random and simple. He makes mistakes often on the guitar and is not really an avid player of it.

Seth Callaghan


Seth Callaghan

PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:49 pm


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Seth Callaghan's live could be described as fairly average for the most part aside from one or two major disruptions. He was born in the early hours of the morning on February 15th 1980, in the maternity ward of the Royal Melbourne Hospital, in Victoria, Australia. His parents were Rachael and Brian Callaghan, a happily married couple who were quite devoted to each other. Their relationship was fairly close, save for the odd fight every so often. They led a quiet life with a few social neighbourhood ties, but nobody had a set against them. They were a low-key family with no enemies.

Brian worked for the local council as a rubbish collector, Rachael was an accountant for the local supermarket and worked standard business hours, but left her job a few weeks before her son was born with the intention to raise and care for him. The financial decision of moving out of their rental property close to the Central Business District to take on a mortgage and buy a modest house in the suburb of Dandenong North caused Rachael to return to work shortly after Seth turned 2 years old, and thus he was placed in a childcare centre for a few hours a day until his father returned from work to pick him up in the afternoons.

Seth was the pair's only child, but he was rarely bored. As he grew he became more fascinated by the world around him, both the natural aspects and the manmade buildings in the Central Business District of the city. He always loved the occasional weekend visits with his parents to the city, for he would take the window seat on the train and stare out at the window to gaze in wonder at the giant buildings in the area. When he was 5 years of age he began the endeavour of education at Dandenong North Primary School, coming to love every moment of kindergarten. Most of his primary school days went with few hitches. He began to show interest in sports such as rugby and cricket, playing soccer on the back school field was also something he found enjoyable and fun. He also began to learn playing the guitar for the school's band, not being able to play much more than "twinkle twinkle little star" at that point of his life.
At the age of 10 he fractured the radius bone in his right arm after falling out of a tree, causing him to miss nearly seven solid weeks of school. It was by no means a total loss however, as it allowed a lot of bonding time with his father. When the man came home from work he would spend time with the boy and played board and card games with him. The time spent away from school caused Seth to fall behind on the class work, but it did not hinder him from moving up to the next grade. By the end of Primary School he had developed into a happy, playful and intelligent young man. For Christmas that year, Seth's parents gave him a smoky grey kitten as a pet, he named her Ruffles, naming her after her wiry fluffy hair. She became a much-loved family pet.

The transition from primary to high school was relatively easy for Seth, but it had its hitches. Dandenong High School was not that much further away than his primary school so it was not an issue to travel there. He enjoyed music and art classes, as well as technical hands-on work such as wood and metal shop classes. Music classes saw him able to develop his guitar playing skills further and so of course he enjoyed doing that. However, it wasn't all fun and games. He was presented with the problem of insult and bullies who used to take great pleasure in heckling him. Although he was rather witty in his retorts and they couldn't easily upset him that way, they would beat him up or generally be a nuisance to him at every possible opportunity, throwing his bag and books into the rubbish bin, and on a few occasions, into the local creek. They were relentless and the attacks were very frequent as well as completely random. Seth simply could not understand why they had taken a set against him and it troubled him deeply. Did they hate him? Were they doing it for fun?
Although he did his best to seem indifferent or uncaring to the taunts, their comments and efforts to harm him damaged his self-esteem and his value of self-worth went down considerably. He wasn't particularly dislikable or argumentative or disruptive in any way and he didn't understand why they couldn't just leave him be. The bullying continued on and off for many months, causing Seth great anguish to the point of desiring to avoid school altogether - he would often ditch school or pretend he was ill and stay home in an effort to avoid them. His pet cat certainly didn't mind his extra company around the house. On a few occasions, his mother called the school in an attempt to deal with the problem when she noticed her son was coming home with torn clothes or bruises, but her complaints were largely ignored on the grounds that if the harassment wasn't observed by staff or if it happened out of school grounds, they couldn't do anything about it. By the end of Year 9, Seth's average academic score fell from among the highest in his year to somewhere near to the bottom. His parents were concerned for his education and bought him books to learn from at home. They could not afford a tutour so it was the best they could offer him. It helped him somewhat, as with the desire to study and just get on with his learning at home, he was able to pass with an acceptable mark at the end of Year 10.

He finally had some reprise by the beginning of Year 11 however, as the majority of people who hassled him dropped out of high school at the end of the previous year to pursue apprenticeships or jobs. A new student began attending the school at the beginning of the new school year, and was a new immigrant to the country. His name was James Lasseter and he spoke with an American accent as he had been forced to move to Australia from the United States with his mother, thanks to the recent breakup of his parents. He didn't have any friends as the people of the grade had long ago formed their own tight social cliques and nobody seemed to want to befriend him because of his rather harsh abrasive personality. People tried to bully him at first, but it did not last for very long at all, because once somebody taunted his accent or something similar, he put an abrupt end to it by beating the living daylights out of them. After that, he had just been left alone. Seth admired this trait very much and was curious to seek him out. Maybe it was for protection purposes; maybe it was because he didn't have any friends himself either. In any case, Seth decided to gather up some courage and talk to him. James was in a few of Seth's elective subject classes, as well as in his mathematics class, so the opportunity arose quite frequently. James found Seth to be annoying and cowardly at first, but found him useful for gaining answers to the class questions, thus tolerated his presence. He soon grew to like him though, for Seth was quite talkative once he had come out of his shell and they became good friends. Seth gained a buddy to talk to from the friendship and a means of protection - James would stand up for him and beat up anyone who made life awkward for him. In return, Seth gave James answers to the class exercises and even began teaching him to help him understand the lessons. At the end of their schooling careers, both ended up graduating from high school with marks good enough to take them to University. Seth's parents also gave their son a genuine Yamaha Brand Acoustic Guitar so he could continue his practice. This was a fairly poor move on their behalf however, as he rarely ended up using it.

James and Seth went their different ways academically, but still remained close buddies. James pursued a Bachelor of Arts majoring History, while Seth decided that perhaps a Bachelor of Arts in Teaching would be best for him. He had never disliked the academic qualities of school and liked the prospect of 12 weeks a year holiday; the salary of a teacher was also promising. He began it with the intention of completing it, but it would come to an abrupt end for reasons beyond his control.

Dandenong North was never a particularly high-income area, but the people who lived there were usually quite peaceful. There were always reports of the television of arson or break-and-enter robberies committed in the greater Melbourne area, but nobody ever thought much of it. The day started like any other on November 27th 1991 - Rachael and Brian went to work, Seth woke up early to travel to university as per usual. The house was empty, save for the cat, until Seth's father and mother returned home again. In the early evening Seth walked home again from the train station as he usually did, tired and feeling dirty from traveling on the city's Metlink train system with other smelly commuters, also tired out from another long day at University. His mother and father had already arrived home from their respective places of work and his mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen singing along to some song on the radio, his father watching rugby on the lounge and drinking beer. Seth dumped his bag on the floor and tossed his shoes anywhere as he normally did, greeting both before heading into the bathroom to take a shower to relax. It was an uneventful evening also; the family discussed their day over dinner and other topics of interest. They watched television for a few hours and the cat would try to steal the warm patches on their chairs while they weren't in the room. Later in the evening, Seth retired to his room to study over his notes for the day before settling in for the night to sleep, Ruffles joining him on the bed. The house was completely dark by 11pm, but it would not stay that way.

The family was completely asleep when the arsonist threw a flaming molotov cocktail through the living room window of their modest fibreboard and wooden framed house. Not a soul in the neighbourhood knew why the Callaghan household was targeted that night, and it is probable that not even the arson knew themselves. Nobody heard the breaking glass, nor the soft roar of fire as the cocktail of flammable liquids leeched into the carpet, the fire quickly spreading across the dry wooden floor like a deadly carnal predator. The house was not installed with smoke detectors, so the family inside remained fast asleep as the fire grew dangerously larger, shooting up the walls, getting into the roof in no time at all. It was actually a friendly neighbour that noticed the house was on fire and called the fire department. Seth's father was the first member of the household to wake, roused by a coughing fit, his lungs irritated by the smoke that had leaked under the door. He quickly stirred his wife awake and attempted to open the door to their bedroom - promptly scalding his hand on the doorknob as the flames had superheated it. At once he forced their bedroom window open and ripped the fly screen, quickly ushering his wife to climb out before climbing out himself. They were soon safely outside, but their son and the pet cat were still inside. Seth's father quickly leaped over the side gate that led into the backyard of the property, but could not gain access to the house via the back door because rabid flames were already consuming the kitchen and dining room, the immediate rooms that the back door led into. Both parents yelled out to their son, but neither parent was able to wake him. It wasn't until the Fire department came that Seth was retrieved from the house - he was unconscious and badly burned but still alive. He was promptly moved into an awaiting ambulance and sent off to hospital, while his parents were treated on site for smoke inhalation. Ruffles died in the fire. The Firemen did what they could to put the fire out as quickly as possible as soon as they arrived, but the house had been more or less destroyed, the remains would later be dismantled completely. The Callaghan family had lost everything except the clothes on their back and their lives.

Seth spent the next 12 weeks recovering in the burns unit ward of the Royal Melbourne Hospital, while his parents stayed with relatives. Seth had sustained extensive burns to his back and shoulders due to pieces of burning roof and other debris falling on him. While in hospital he was depressed, bored out of his mind, uncomfortable with lying on his stomach all day long, and annoyed that his prospects of continuing his studies at university were now ruined. He was to get a short series of painful skin graft surgeries, but his biggest concern was for his parents and what was to happen now - would they have the house rebuilt? Would they buy another and sell the land? Seth was crushed and deeply saddened by the news that Ruffles had died, and highly angered when his parents had told him that the damage assessment people were able to work out that arsonists had started the house fire. As they explained the details of how the fire began and where, Seth fumed with hatred for the unknown person who had ruined the house. It was more mindless stupidity to him, the same logic of the bullies who heckled him and tormented him for years. He and his family had done nothing, yet they had suffered terribly out of somebody's desire to harm them for no good reason whatsoever. James visited Seth in the hospital as often as he could, at least, when he wasn't busy with his own studies or off courting females. He was able to offer a sympathetic ear and shared in Seth's disgust at the arsonist's stupidity, offering to 'kill the stupid b*****d' or run them over in his car if he ever found out who they were.

Everything was not completely lost however - Seth's father was smart and had paid for limited house and contents insurance. When his parents sat beside his hospital bed and asked him for help with compiling a list of the contents lost in the fire, Seth had a rather cunning but deceitful idea and took their notepad to add to their list. He added a few items, which they had never owned in the house, let alone ever been able to afford. When asked his reasons for doing so he explained that all their possessions had been lost in the fire, so nobody could really question what they had owned or lost. Seth's parents seemed very apprehensive and uneasy with the idea for they were honest people, yet they reluctantly submitted the extra items on the claim form at Seth's request, probably out of sympathy for the guy.
Seth's lies soon paid off however, as Brian and Rachael Callaghan were rewarded by the insurance company with a paid rental house in the same local area to live in until their current one was rebuilt. Seth's mother presented him with a brand-new 486 Packard Bell brand laptop, a top of the range laptop at the time and a nice piece of hardware. It was one of the items they had lied about owning, but the insurance company had replaced it all the same. Rachael was happy to hand it to her son so he would have something to do while in hospital. The laptop computer was heavy and cumbersome, but he was delighted with the machine and it helped melt away many boring hours spent in hospital. Seth was discharged later with detailed instructions on how to properly care for and dress the healing skin, as well as exercises he could undertake to reduce stress on the area. But despite recovering from such a bad burn, Seth would retain large burn scars across his back and shoulders forever - the skin would be permanently wrinkled and unpleasant looking for the rest of his days. But as the scars were in a concealable area and did not compromise his mobility, no extra treatment was suggested for them.

And so Seth returned to living with his parents once again. The temporary house they lived in was a little bigger than their old house, but it was cold and unpleasant. Seth's parents were more than happy to move back onto the old land and into the rebuilt house, but Seth never really felt at home in the replacement house. The house and contents insurance fund could replace the material possessions, but it would never replace Ruffles. Seth was still angry from the loss of his cat, the near loss of his own life, and from the senseless destruction of his old house, his possessions, his guitar, everything he ever owned. He slipped into a state of depression and loathing of the outside world around him, caring little of leaving the house, interacting with the world around him and so on. For as far as he was concerned, the random strangers of society were out to get him, he had no idea why, but people he had never gotten to know or met already caused him torment before, so who was to say that others weren't going to do more of the same? Who was to say that the house wouldn't be the target of another arson attack, or similar? It was good justification to turn his back on people. Seth's parents became deeply concerned about the changes of attitude in their son, but they did not know how to deal with it. He was still on good speaking terms with them and treated them with much respect; he just didn't seem to ever want to leave the house. So they let him go, thinking he would probably come around on his own. Seth stayed in this state of mind for a little over three years after the house fire incident and pretty much only left the house to retrieve the mail from the letterbox, or to open the garage door when his parents came home. James came to visit him every now and then, but towards the end of that time period he had finished his Bachelor of Arts majoring history and went to pursue a job working in the Melbourne Museum.

Finally, one day in early 1994, Seth's father decided to put his foot down on the antisocial behaviour. If Seth was to be useless and sit on his arse all day doing nothing but watching TV and eating junk food, he may as well get a job and at least contribute something into the running cost of the house. There was some mild protest on Seth's behalf, but he eventually reluctantly agreed, soon finding a job as a cash register attendant/item scanner with the local Safeway supermarket where his mother worked. And so it was, for nearly two years, Seth's entire purpose was to scan people's shopping items and put them in grocery bags. It was very boring and repetitive work, and Seth was disappointed with the low wages, but the job finally allowed him to earn enough money to buy himself his first car and get his driver's license. The car was nothing particularly brilliant, a white 1987 white Holden Astra with a manual gearbox, but to him it was freedom on four wheels, and he took as many road trips as he could, pending his income and work holiday entitlements. With an income brought the desire to make more money out of it. Sometimes Seth would visit the Crown Casino and try to do just that. He also liked the atmosphere of those types of places, so it was always an enjoyable experience for him.

For a while Seth was content, but something was still missing from his life. It just wasn't going anywhere for him. He still felt cheated at the fact that he never did end up finishing anything at University. So later that year he attended an information day at Monash University, and decided that he would steer his life in a new direction. He would leave his job and go back to University, deciding he would become a Network Administrator. Networking in general was high paying and it interested him, so at the end of 1996, he quit his job to return to his education endeavour once again. Three long and hard studied years at Monash University in Melbourne rewarded him with a Bachelor of Information Technology and Systems. Seth was happier than he had ever been in his life; he finally had a valuable qualification he could get a decent paying job with. But after doing a job hunt in the local newspapers and attending several job interviews, he discovered they were really only after more qualified people, people with experience, and so on. He got the odd temporary job here and there, but it was nothing permanent. After much deliberation, he decided that if he was going to be a Network Administrator, he might as well just go ahead and continue his studies, and signed himself up with the university for another three years, gaining his Graduate Diploma of Network Computing afterwards at the end of 2004. This now meant he was qualified and capable of setting up networks for entire institutions, large businesses, and so on. His parents could not have been prouder of him. Although he had incurred a huge education debt with the government to pay off, he had persisted in his goals and came out on top. In the same year he received his Graduate Diploma, the large corporate banking institution known as AMP quickly picked him up for employment. He worked for their company branches around the greater Melbourne area, maintaining their networks and implementing changes where necessary. He was entirely devoted to his job and did it diligently, sometimes staying well after business hours to finish the work. He continued to work for them until October 2005, where he was forced into resigning because of management decisions to force him out. In the first few months of working at AMP he had come to learn that the nature of his job made him a very valuable member of the team. He had seen other IT professionals in his department push for higher wages and discussed with them how to go about it. His first few pushes for higher wages were rather successful, but he later became too cocky in his demands and his managers began to make life quite difficult for him, deliberately sabotaging his work as well as breaking equipment for him to fix. With the delays that ensued, it gave them reason to blame it on his incompetence and uselessness. Seth resigned in disgust and resumed freelance work, submitting his details with many businesses and other firms, often repairing their networks as well as the computers themselves on very short notice.
Seth turned 36 on February 15th, 2006. He continued his freelance Network Administration and was usually pretty busy with clients who called his cell phone about emergencies at any random hour of the day. He was paid quite well and decided to register himself for an Australian Business Number, declaring himself as a one-man business. He continued to occasionally gamble earnings in his leisure time, giving whatever he won to his aging parents. They were happy with him and well pleased with the comfortable life his high paying job brought the family, but they secretly desired he would just move out and settle down with a female.

Then one quiet afternoon in early September, 2006, Seth got a call from an old friend of his. It was something that would change his life in ways that he would never imagine...
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It was just an idle Tuesday afternoon when Seth got the call on his mobile phone. It had been a slow week for him with work - sometimes he had lots of clients and could barely keep up with them all and sometimes it was dead, such as the case right now. The sloppy haired man yawned with boredom as he listened to the phone ring.
"Probably just another call from mother at work..." He thought. He grunted an idle hello into the talking end of the small phone as he picked it up and pressed the talk button, immediately being greeted by a friendly and familiar voice.

"Hey Seth!" The voice on the other end said in a genuinely happy tone. "How are ya, buddy?"
"Hello, James. I've been better." Seth mused. "Bored out of me bloody mind, I tell ya. Not a damn client all day. I've basically been sittin' here cutting my toenails and watching the AFL on the telly."
"How fun, who's playing?"
"Essendon VS Geelong." Seth answered, seeming mildly bored with the question. "Essendon is up by 16 points, Geelong has nothing. They're getting their arses caned."
"Serves them bloody right, the stuck up bastards," James chuckled. "I never liked Geelong anyway."
"I can tell," Seth replied, amused. "Is there a purpose to this call, or did you just want the footy scores?"
"Oh yeah, that's right..." James trailed off, going quiet. "I need you to come down here as soon as you can. Preferably now if you're not doing anything."
"What happened?" Seth asked, curious. "And why do you want me there now?"
"We have a major problem going on down here, I'm not kidding you." James began to explain. "The computer at my desk here has gone offline. It's not connecting to any of the others in the entire museum either. I called a few of the other guys in the department and it seems their computers have gone offline too. I tried repairing the network connection on the system tray like you showed me the other week, but it's not doing any good. Keeps saying the network cable is unplugged or something like that."
"Oh I know what that is," Seth quickly intervened. "The network cable is unplugged. Plug it back in and you should be fine."
"Shut up man, I'm serious." James retorted. "Look, I don't know what the hell is wrong. Can you come down here and fix it? I'll make sure my boss will pay you for the trouble."

Seth sighed. He didn't particularly want to drive all the way to the Melbourne Museum; it was on the other side of the CBD, and a 45-minute drive from his house there alone - even longer if there was lots of traffic. Finding the problem in an entire museum could take the rest of the day also; he probably wouldn't be back home again until late that evening. Laziness wanted him to stay home, but he really needed the money. He had lost last week's earnings in poker machines at the Crown Casino, thanks to bad luck on his behalf. Seth began to mentally berate himself for that, he swore to himself that he wouldn't bet it all next time. But his luck was usually pretty good...

He was snapped out of his thoughts however, as an impatient voice on the other end of the phone began chattering into his ear.
"Are you there? Hello?" James said, irritated with his friend's silence. "I need an answer. Are you coming or not?"
"Yeah, I am." Seth replied, suddenly feeling rather unhappy for committing himself to such a decision. "I'll see you within the hour, an hour and a half if there's traffic."
"Good, I knew I could count on you, buddy." James said, the pleased tone in his voice very detectable. Seth could almost envision him smiling on the other end. "We need to catch up for old times sake anyway. Besides, there's something else I need to talk to you about."
"Oh?"
"I can't talk about it here, it's sensitive. I'll tell you in person. See ya later buddy; you're a real champ for coming on such short notice. I'm in charge of the 'dinosaurs in time' exhibit today; it's in the evolutionary area. You'll find me there. Gotta go, really busy."
"Bye Jam-" Seth began, but James had hung up before the end of the sentence. "Hrmph, how do you like that..." He pressed the hang up button and sighed. He was mildly unhappy at the prospect of the job taking hours to complete, but it wasn't like he was doing anything else at the time. Besides, he was going to help a friend out and get paid for it too. What was there to complain about?
Seth placed his mobile phone in his pocket and began to look for his car keys. With a rather discontent glance around the room, he began to search for the equipment he would need to make the repairs.
"This is going to be a long day..." He sighed, as he wrote a short note about his disappearance to his parents, before heading out the front door to get into his car.

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Seth reached the Melbourne Museum in just over an hour. It was a boring uneventful trip from his home in the Greater Melbourne area and across the city to the suburb where the museum was situated in, but the weather was nice and the roads were not congested with traffic, so Seth wasn't hot or bothered upon arrival. He parked his car in the museum's visitor parking lot, thanking himself for having enough money in his pocket to pay for the parking fee. He unpacked his equipment and carried it with him inside, heading for the front desk on the ground level to get a visitor's pass.
The exhibit that James was working on that day was on the ground level of the museum, so Seth didn't have to travel far. He proceeded through the Science and Life area of the museum and passed by an exhibit featuring bugs, glancing at it with only mild interest. If this were his first visit to the museum, he might have been fascinated, but he had been here too many times to count, so the novelty had all but worn off for him.

He reached the area James was working in only a few minutes later. The man promptly greeted him and they exchanged a warm handshake before James briefed him on the full extent of the problem. It seemed that ALL the computers on the floor were offline, not just one or two. Seth sighed with exasperation, but got to work right away. His original fear was indeed correct - he would be here hours, possibly well into the late evening.
"Don't worry though, man." James assured him as he headed away to the museum's servers to begin working. "They'll pay you for your troubles. Trust me."

The next few hours were spent trying to deal with the problem.

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"Psst..."

Seth looked up from the computer box he was working on and shined his powerful mag-lite brand battery-powered torch around the room. He was in the museum's closed off server room at that moment, a dust free area that was kept at a constant 12°C and completely dark. The only light in the room was Seth's flashlight, which was in his hand. He wore his warm coat in the room as he worked; the only noises around him were the low droning noises of the computer fans around him. Still, he took a moment to stop work to see what the noise was. He could have sworn he heard somebody trying to get his attention. After finding nobody, he returned to the task at hand.

"Seth! I'm behind you, you fat lazy b*****d." Came a voice from behind him, then a teasing laugh. He felt the end of a boot lightly kick him in the butt and he was quite startled by it, losing his grip on the torch, which clattered on the hard cement floor.
"Oww!" Seth picked up the torch and rose to his feet, only to be greeted by one very amused and grinning James. "You didn't have to kick me you know..."
"Ah, no hard feelings, man." James grinned further, extending a friendly hand out towards him as if to offer peace.
"What time is it?" Seth rubbed his eyes. "I've totally lost track of it..."
"It's just gone half past six, Seth." James explained. "Everybody in the museum has gone home for the day. It's been closed off to the public."
"Bloody hell," Seth frowned. "Why didn't anybody tell me when it was closing time?"
"Well, you were so busy working. And calm down buddy, you're not going to get locked in." James grinned. "I have the keys to let you out, so I'll probably hang around here until you've finished fixing up those old clunker boxes. How is the work going anyway?"
"Nearly done..." Seth sighed, crouching back down on the floor near the computer terminal he was working on so he could continue on with the job. "You guys really should turn your computers off some time though, even if it's on a rotational basis. Some of the power supply boxes were completely fried. It was a wonder that they didn't catch on fire."
James shrugged, not seeming to care in the slightest. "You remember how I wanted to ask you something? You know, the sensitive issue I couldn't talk to you about on the phone?"
"Yeah, you want to talk about it now?" Seth glanced up from what he was doing and dusted his hands off. He was tired, dirty and hungry, but the work wasn't finished, so he decided he would stay put until it was completed. "Go on then. I'm listening, but I'm going to keep working here."
"Well, um," James crouched down beside his friend and spoke in a low voice. "I have a proposal for you, old friend. It involves a bit of risk, but a lot of money. It will make both of us rich if we pull it off. Rich enough to be comfortable for the rest of our lives."

Seth gave his friend a rather apprehensive glance and stopped work again. As much as he liked his old friend, he just didn't trust the current tone of his voice. And as much as it bothered him, he had to admit that he was quite interested and even intrigued by the proposal of being made rich, even if there was risk involved. He wondered what the details and the risks were. He didn't have to wait long however, as James continued.

"The Melbourne Museum here is housing a special temporary exhibition in three weeks, in my very section no less. It's called 'Operation Thylacine', and it's going to be highlighting the 'thylacinus cynocephalus' species, which you would know better as the Tasmanian Tiger."
"You mean that extinct dog thing that got hunted out by farmers in the early part of the 1900's?" Seth mumbled. "What about it?"
"It's not a dog, Seth. It was a graceful and marvelous marsupial predator that didn't deserve the bounty on it's head." James corrected him.
Seth shrugged his shoulders and unscrewed the back of a computer terminal, sliding off the protective case to peer inside.
"Anyway, the exhibit is going to show off pretty much every piece of data that was ever collected on the creature. How it lived, how it hunted, how it socialized, how it was hunted to extinction, that sort of thing. It's also going to be highlighting the efforts that the Australian Museum in Sydney made to clone the DNA of that thylacine joey they found in ethanol several years back. And being the museum's curator for the extinct animals exhibits, I've also been given the job of giving lectures to visitors, school excursion groups, and other interested education institutes, like those zoology students from the School of Biological Sciences coming down from Townsville in Queensland."
"Wow, that sounds like a lot of responsibility." Seth grinned. "Congratulations, you're going to be kept really busy with that one."
"Thanks, man." James beamed with pride. "It's going to be a huge event, you should take a day out from your hectic work schedule to come see."
"I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise you anything."
"Oh don't be a spoilsport, Seth. Come on, just come along and have fun. You'll learn something interesting. The museum is even holding a fundraising event for cloning research so The Australian Museum can continue their efforts to bring the thylacine back to life. What do you think about that?"
"Sounds interesting enough. I'll spare a few bucks if I have it." Seth had to admit that it was kind of interesting, even if he had no real personal interest in the subject. He brushed accumulated dust off his pants and loudly sneezed, his nose irritated and ticklish. He had always hated dust, but unfortunately for him, his line of work usually meant coming face to face with it often. Computers were like dust magnets, after all. "I have one question for you though. What does all this have to do with me?"

James grinned broadly at the question. It wasn't a friendly grin. It was more of a malicious and greedy grin, one that a corrupt businessman might make after learning he had made over a million dollars with sensitive insider trading information.
"Ah my good old friend," James chuckled softly. "I know how much you like to gamble. There's a huge amount of risk involved, but a huge payout for you if you take the risk and are successful."
Seth looked particularly interested. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Well," James began, "We had some interested parties emailing my department about the Thylacine exhibit as soon as we advertised it on the web and to the general public. Mostly Primary and High School teachers making inquiries about ticket prices for bulk groups. But there was one particularly strange email I got about half a week ago from a group called 'Feral Labs Incorporated'. They're located somewhere in the United States and they're a pharmaceutical company. They also do research into genetics."
"That's interesting. Why did they contact you?"
"That's the thing," James continued. "They wanted to buy one of the thylacine specimens from the exhibit for genetic purposes. When I responded to the email and told them that the museum didn't own the actual specimens that are going to be on display, and that they're on loan from other museums all around the world, the company sent another email to my personal inbox, saying that they were prepared to pay out a rather generous reward if I could secure a decent specimen of any thylacine remains to deliver to them personally."
"They offered you a bribe?"
"You could say that. They're willing to pay, cash in hand, if a top quality sample of thylacine specimen is hand delivered to their facility. They asked for it to be delivered personally to ensure that it's well protected and guarded during transit, and have offered to pay for all of the travel expenses along the way. They're serious about this, I'm not kidding you."
"I can imagine..."
"I guessed they asked a museum curator like me to transport their desired specimen because I know how delicate and fragile it's going to be. The carrier does have to fly it from Melbourne to Sydney, then onto Los Angeles and New York, and then all the way over to the Caribbean Islands. It's going to be a long haul indeed, and an old specimen like that can suffer a lot of damage in transit if it's not properly cared for."
"That does sound about right..." Seth admitted.
"At first I didn't accept the proposal. It sounded too risky, and very hard. If Quarantine finds it, we're screwed. Plus I have a 40-hour a week job and I just can't up and leave at the very beginning of such a large presentation." James grinned. "That's when I thought of you. Your job hours are varied, you're a pretty low-key guy too, and nobody will question it if you go missing on holidays for a few weeks. You've always been such a good friend to me. I'm sure you can help me out."

Seth frowned. He really didn't like the sound of where the conversation was going. James must have sensed this however, for he reached out to give his friend a reassuring pat on the back.
"Calm down, buddy." James sighed at him. "I'll set everything up for you, all you'll be doing is delivering the thing. See, in four days, a rather large wooden crate is arriving via first class airmail direct from England. The Natural History Museum of London is loaning this museum three taxidermied thylacine pelts for the exhibit, and they're coming in via vacuum-sealed pouches. I suppose nobody would notice too much if say, er, one goes missing. Wouldn't you agree, Seth?"
"I'm not sure, that does sound pretty deceitful. Illegal, even."
"Oh bollocks, Seth," James quickly replied, shaking his head in disagreement. "It's going to be easy to set up. The museum trusts me; I'm one of its curators for heaven sakes. When the crate comes in on the arrivals truck, I'll take one of the sealed pelts out while moving the crate before anybody can notice. Then when I'm asked to sign the paperwork, I'll report that one has gone missing and has probably been lost in transit. In any case, that's where you come in, my friend. If you can help me out, I'll give you a generous cut of what I get from this deal. So are you in?"

Seth had been listening very closely to what James was saying the whole time, and had stopped what he was working on entirely about halfway through. The idea of assisting James in stealing an entire museum specimen, albeit one that was probably priceless, gave him strong guilty pangs deep in the pit of his gut. Stealing was against pretty much every moral standard he had ever had. People went to jail for years, even decades for grand theft, and if he was caught he would probably spend the rest of his life rotting in a jail cell. It just wasn't how he envisioned his future to be.
But the idea of getting half the bribe in the deal strangely attracted him. And if it was a large corporation involved, the payout must be enormous. Seth sat there and considered the idea, weighing up the risks against the reward. He didn't even know how much the reward would be...

James was obviously waiting on an answer, as he was watching him, mildly nervous.

"Well?"
"I really don't like the idea of stealing something worth so much," Seth calmly stated. "But if it's a genetics company wanting it... how much are they planning to pay you for it, anyhow?"
"Six million dollars." James replied. "US funds. Paid out in non-sequential hundred dollar notes."
Seth's jaw dropped and he was speechless.
"Two million for you, two million for me. And two million for the museum in donations for the thylacines." James added. "It wouldn't be stealing. We'd be giving back all that money for more research, plus we'd be giving a decent specimen to a geneticist so they can work on it as well. And if that doesn't sound good enough, we get two million dollars - each. It's a win-win situation all around."
"I'm going to have to think about this..." Seth mumbled, his head reeling from all the information he had been given, and from the masses of thoughts that were going through his head now. He thought of all the things he could do with two million dollars, which was even more money when converted from the United States dollar back to Australian dollars. He could retire from his work, buy himself a decent car, and finally move out of the North Dandenong area. The possibilities seemed endless.

"Get back to me really soon, all right?" James patted his friend on the back once more and got to his feet again. "And don't talk to me about this on any of the display floors at the museum, or call me about it on my internal line. You have my mobile phone number, call me outside of business hours on that. In the meantime, have fun with those dusty little machines you like to tinker with. And fix up this goddamn place. If the Internet connections were any slower, I'd start sending post it notes on messenger snails. They'd do the job faster, that's for sure." James took the museum's keys off his key ring and handed them down to Seth. "And let yourself out when you're ready. My house is on the way to yours, so you can drop in at my place and hand them back when you're done. Don't forget. And don't forget about what I told you."
"I won't." Seth replied, nodding, picking the keys up to stuff in his back pocket, picking up his screwdriver again to once again resume working and finally finish the job.

Little did he know just how true that statement was going to become.

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By the time Seth got home once again, it was just a few minutes after 11:00pm. The entire house was dark and his parents were fast asleep in their room. Seth quietly went about his business in the house, munching his way through the cold steak and mashed potatoes that his mother had left for him in the refrigerator. He took a quick shower and went to bed, but did not sleep. His thoughts were quite dominated by what James had told him and he probably wouldn't get to sleep for hours. So Seth lied on the covers of his bed and stared up at his ceiling, thinking.
Two million dollars - he had never that much money before in his entire life, and probably never would get an opportunity to get something like that ever again. It was enticing, but the risks bothered him immensely. The London Museum was a rich and rather large organisation and they would more than likely put out a search warrant out to track down their lost Tasmanian Tiger fur, or whatever it was. On top of that, if the customs department found the fur in his luggage or on his person as he made his way out of the country, they would confiscate it, which would ruin the entire purpose of the trip anyway. There was also the issue of jail time and Seth really didn't want to deal with that. Also, the idea of exporting something illegal out of the country would class him in the same category as a smuggler, or perhaps a drug mule. Not something he wanted to be associated with at all.

But if he had that kind of money, he would be able to buy a nice house for himself in the Melbourne CBD, a new house for his parents, new cars, anything he could think of that he had ever wanted. He would probably still have to work, but there would be no pressure to earn money like he had been doing. It would just make life... comfortable. Something Seth hadn't experienced before in his life. Also, the prospect of traveling out of the country with his travel expenses paid for greatly appealed to him. He had never been out of Australia before and never had the chance to - it would indeed be a wonderful thing to see the world for the first time.

"Oh bugger, what to do..." Seth mumbled to himself as he lay back on his bed and relaxed. He weighed the positives and the negatives and lay awake on the bed practically all night debating, arguing with himself. It would be the biggest gamble he ever took in his life by far, but the rewards would be oh so sweet. At 4:18am in the morning, Seth picked up his mobile phone and dialed James. The phone rang for nearly a solid minute before the man answered. The voice on the other end was tired, sleepy, annoyed that he had been roused from sleep.

"Yeah, it's me." James groaned. "What the ******** do you want? It's 4am."
"James," Seth said calmly, though his mind was racing, his heart pumping wildly in his chest. He could hear it echo in his ears and the sound was almost deafening.
"Yeah, what?" James sounded angry, and Seth could hardly blame him.
"I'll do it."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few moments.
"Hello?" Seth panicked. Was the line dead? Was their conversation being traced or recorded? Seth was quick to push those thoughts from his mind though, dismissing them as silly. He tapped the mobile phone against the palm of his hand and blew in the talking end, wondering if it was still working. The battery was charged and it looked fine.
"Don't do that man, I'm here." James replied after a moment. "You're serious, right?"
"I've never been more serious in my entire life." Seth responded. "Let's do it."
"You're a good man, Seth." James said in a friendly tone. Tired, but pleased. "I knew I could count on you. I'll talk to you about it in the morning, right now I need sleep."
"Rightio. See ya later." Seth pressed the hang up button and tossed the phone onto the dresser beside his bed, loudly sighing. That phone call didn't make him feel any better, however. It made him feel worse.

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Seth didn't hear from James again for four more days, so he had a chance to cool off. Still, the thought of what he had agreed to was always in the back of his mind as he worked on repairing and configuring LANs for new clients during the days that had followed after the initial agreement. He was quite skilled at what he did and so his quality of work did not falter. However, his speed had taken a dive for the worst. None of his more regular clients seemed to complain however, though they had noticed that he had become even less talkative than he was in the past. A few had even asked him about it, but he did not want to discuss it with them. He just used the excuse that there had been a recent upheaval in his life, and they had left him alone after that.

It was just another quiet evening in the Callaghan household. Seth sat on the couch in the house's living room, wearing comfortable old clothes as sipped a cup of tea that his mother had made for him before she had gone to bed. There was an AFL football match playing in the background on the television despite the fact it was raining and the match probably should have been cancelled, but Seth paid it no interest. He was busy responding to emails on his laptop, his attention quite focused on the task. He was momentarily startled at the sound of a loud knock on the door, and he slowly got to his feet to answer it. Without a word, a very nervous and panicky looking James quickly pushed past him and into the house, immediately shut the door shut behind him and stood behind the door, taking a moment to calm down.

"What's wrong, mate?" Seth wondered as he moved over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he tried to usher him to the couch. "You look terrible."
"Well you would too if your entire workplace had gone mad." James mumbled. He reached into his coat, producing a medium sized flat parcel wrapped in ordinary brown butcher's paper. Seth would have shrugged it off if not for the glaringly obvious stamped seal of the London Natural History Museum on the front. "I got it out, but the museum has gone completely nuts."
"Holy crap, man! What the bloody hell are you doing bringing that thing into my house?!" Seth yelped, and promptly berated himself for speaking so loudly at such a late hour of the evening. He brought his voice down to a low murmur and continued his protests. "You can't bring that thing in here! Do you want the entire police force to come over here and arrest us?"
"The police aren't going to get involved just yet." James whispered in reply. "The museum's managers are buying the story that the skin was lost in transit, and somebody else signed the receiving order for the crate, so I used the opportunity to steal from it while they weren't looking. The receiver guy got fired over it. Anyway, they aren't concerned about the thylacine skin at all - not right now."
Seth raised an eyebrow, completely lost.
James sighed. "There's a thylacine joey that's preserved in ethanol, it was preserved in 1866. It came up from some museum in Tasmania, I don't know, I can't think now... In any case, it went missing. I got careless. "
"James? What the hell did you do?"
"I didn't steal it, I just borrowed it for a while, I was going to put it back, I swear." James slowly shook his head, looking rather unhappy. "I took it into the restoration room and took it out of the ethanol solution it was in. Then I pried open the slit in it's chest cavity, and well..."
James reached into his pocket and produced a small vial shaped like a test tube and filled to the brim with what appeared to be clear liquid; only a tiny air bubble remained inside. The top was squashed down with a rubber stopper and sealed with envelope wax. Inside was a tiny lump of grey, no recognisable shape. The surface was wrinkled due to the fact that it had shriveled like a dried prune over the course of a century and it was very unimpressive looking.
"What the hell is that thing?" Seth glared at the object, quickly deciding he hated its very existence.
"This, my friend," James began to explain. "Is a piece of 'thylacinus cynocephalus' liver. This is going to solve all our problems."
Seth raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were solving our problems with selling that Tasmanian Tiger fur to that pharmaceutical company in the United States."
"No, you don't get it," James sighed. "This is our bargaining chip to riches galore. Take this thing to them when you arrive at their institute, and barter with them. I know how you gamble Seth, sometimes you can be absolutely brutal in your tactics. Grind it into their brains if you have to. If they're willing to pay six million dollars for a bloody useless pelt, you could get even more for a piece of tissue that they can use more effectively in their genetic research."
"You have a point. And I really like the sound of that."
"Mmm-hmm, I bet you like the sound of more money too." James nodded, a small grin finally reaching his face for the first time since the whole conversation. "I'm more than sure you can devise a method of getting them out of the country. Just don't shove the test tube up your arse because that's the first place customs officials look when they're trying to find illegal substances on people."
Seth lightly whacked his friend across the head. "Oh be quiet. As for smuggling the pelt and the test tube out of the country, I'll do my best to work on it."
"Oh, and by the way, that company paid for tickets for you to travel there. You leave next Saturday."

Seth blinked, the feeling of dread and nervousness returning to him with a vengeance. Next Saturday was only a little over a week away. He had a lot to get done in that time. He had never been out of the country before and would have stand in line at the passport office to get one, but that was not a problem. And he could make up some story to his parents that he wanted to see the world, so that wasn't a problem either. But hiding the specimens... it could prove very difficult indeed. But he was smart, but he was confident that he could pull it off. Besides, he had to. It meant a huge payout if he did.

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Some rather interesting ideas had come to Seth over the course of the next week. He had discovered that the easiest place to keep the sealed test tube was inside of a hollowed out compartment in a pair of his shoes. The idea had come from the Internet - he had found it after reading about cocaine smugglers and promptly modified a pair of his shoes as a result to accommodate the fragile little object. The idea was genius, as the shoes could quite easily pass through a metal detector and not beep. And if he wore them instead of putting them in his luggage, they wouldn't be detected on the X-Ray machines at the airport. He would just need to be careful not to break the test tube with the weight of his feet pressing down on the sole...

As for the pelt, that would prove to be a harder task to conceal. Pelts themselves weren't banned from exportation, but getting one through customs without being detected or questioned would be tricky. Seth had eventually figured it out by making a concealed pouch in the satin lining of a full length woolen pressed black coat, and took the thylacine pelt out of it's protective packaging to tuck in there. It was something he had to wear on himself also, so he didn't mind.

James made one more trip to Seth's house, to admire his job of hiding what he needed to, and to hand him the plane tickets he would need.
"They paid for you to fly first class, buddy." James grinned. "Enjoy it."
"I'll try, but I can't promise you anything." Seth admitted.

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The beginning day of Seth's big journey had finally arrived. He woke up early that morning, panicked, nervous and flustered. The first thing he did was when he woke up was to examine his coat and his shoes - both were intact and OK just as they had been the night before, but he was rather paranoid had checked them often since he had set them up for traveling. The coat was beginning to smell of whatever preservatives the museum had used. He hoped nobody would notice and sprayed the coat down with some aerosol deodorant. He loaded his suitcase into the back of his mother's car and she drove him to the airport, kissing him goodbye.

And so it began.

Seth Callaghan


Seth Callaghan

PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:51 pm


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Thylacinus cynoSethalus
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Common Names: Thylacine (pronounced: Th-i-lah-s-eye-n)
Scientific Name: Thylacinus cynocephalus
Other common names: Tasmanian Wolf, Tasmanian Tiger, Zebra Dog, Native Hyena
Conservation status: Most Likely Extinct, last seen in 1936.
Size: 100 - 130 cm in length, including tail (about 50 to 65 cm) (link)
Located: Fossil evidence and Aboriginal cave paintings have proven that the Thylacine once existed on mainland Australia, but it was competed off the land by the introduction of dingoes. In recent times it was only found in the isolated island state of Tasmania (which was free of canids until white man introduced them).

Physical description: The Thylacine resembled a large, short-haired dog with a stiff tail which smoothly extended from the body like a kangaroo. It had rounded ears and a semi-kangaroo like face. It was approximately 100 to 130cm long including its tail of about 50 to 65cm, and had a very large gape. It's fur was sandy to yellowish-brown in colour with anywhere from sixteen to eighteen dark brown stripes running down its back and rump, hence its common name "Tasmanian Tiger". The female Thylacine's pouch faced backwards and opened to the rear of its body. In at least two male specimens a scrotal pouch, unique amongst marsupials, was also documented.
One unusual feature of the Thylacine was the ability to open its jaws to a surprising extent. Although it is most unlikely that the gape was as wide as some reports have stated (90 to 180°), it was still the widest of any known mammal. This capability is captured in part of a short black-and-white film sequence dating from 1936, which shows a captive Thylacine yawning in a zoo. (image of this can be found in the images section).

Habitat: It is said that the Thylacine preferred to inhabit dry eucalyptus forests, wetlands, and grasslands in continental Australia. Fossils dating back 2,200 years ago and Aboriginal rock paintings suggest the Thylacine might have lived throughout mainland Australia. A mummified carcass was discovered in a cave in the Nullabor Plains in Western Australia, dated to around 3,300 years old and provided physical proof of the animal's existence on the mainland.

Diet + Hunting Technique: The Thylacine was exclusively carnivorous. Its stomach was muscular with an ability to distend to allow the animal to eat large amounts of food at one time, probably an adaptation to compensate for long periods when hunting was unsuccessful and food would be scarce. Analysis of the skeletal frame and observation in captivity points to it singling out a target animal and doggedly pursuing the target until it was exhausted. Although some studies believe that the animal may have hunted in small family groups, with the male lying in waiting to ambush while a female herded the prey in the male's general direction.

Prey included kangaroos, echindas, wallabies, and various small marsupials and birds. After European settlement the Thylacine was believed to have also opportunistically preyed upon farmers' sheep and poultry. In captivity, Thylacines were fed on dead rabbits and wallabies, which they devoured entirely, as well as beef and mutton. Some researchers suggest that the Thylacine may have primarily devoured the blood of its victims, coining the term 'vampire dog' and claiming a preference for the nasal, throat (jugular), stomach (kidney and liver) and groin regions, with the remaining carcass left for devils to scavenge. Like their relative, the Tasmanian devil, the Thylacine is believed to have possessed an acute sense of smell which enabled it to track prey for many miles.

Call/Cry: Not too much is known about the full extent of the thylacine's vocal range. However, accounts from their keepers in the last zoo they existed in were able to mention that the species was quite shy in captivity, and when was disturbed would dash about uttering "a short guttural cry resembling a bark". When excited it made a series of husky, coughing barks, the breath being indrawn with a wheeze. When hunting they made sharp quick yaff-yaff nasal noises.

Stance and Movement: The thylacine was a quadruped, but walked on both its digits and its heels depending on the speed it was traveling at. It was more than capable of standing on its hinds in the same fashion as a kangaroo (it did this to see further than it otherwise would have seen on four legs). It also seems to have been quite agile, for a keeper once observed a female jump 6-8ft from the base of its cage to the top of the wall and from crossbeam to crossbeam with great ease.

It also had two distinct methods of locomotion. One is the plantar walk which is common to most mammals (with diagonally opposite limbs moving alternatively) but with the entire pes, including the long heel, in contact with the ground. When moving quickly, the front legs run, and the back legs hop like a kangaroo - this is common and seen in many other dasyurid-marsupials (including the Tasmanian Devil). The animal can stand upright with its front limbs in air, resting on it's elongated back feet and using the end of its tail as additional support. In this posture it takes on a very kangaroo-like structure and sometimes hops a short distance.

Interesting facts:
- With a large gape that enabled the thylacine to open it's jaws to a full 120°, it allowed this predator to tackle larger prey species.
- A striped coat camouflaged this predator within forests and grasslands.
- The Thylacine was the largest marsupial predator to have survived into recent times.
- Despite superficial similarities as a marsupial, Thylacines were more closely related to Kangaroos than they were to Wolves.
- It walked on both its digits and heels depending on its speed, and could also hop like a kangaroo.
- It had five toes on it's front paws and four on it's hinds.
- The Thylacine's skull is remarkably similar to the placental wolf's skull, and is one of the best examples of convergent evolution that exists.


Most of this Information has been sourced from Wikipedia.org, with exerpts from the Thylacine Museum (both links below).

Useful Links
Wiki Entry on 'Thylacine' - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thylacine
Thylacine Museum - http://www.naturalworlds.org/thylacine/index.htm
Australia Museum Online - http://www.amonline.net.au/thylacine/

Images
Thylacine joey in ethanol - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/thylacine_joey.jpg
B&W Image colourised - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/thylacine_touchedup_bw.jpg
Skeleton - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/skeleton.jpg
Skull close-up - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/thylacine_skull.jpg
Artist's impression - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/thylacine-print.jpg
Jaw open all the way! - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/ben_crazy_jaw.jpg
Rounded ear - http://s81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/th_thylacine_rounded_ear.jpg
Closeup of coat stripes - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/camo_coat.jpg
Kangaroo relation face - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/kangaroo_like_face.jpg
Size comparison chart - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/size_chart.jpg
Thylacine standing on its hinds - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/hindstand.jpg
Ditto - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/hindstand2.jpg
Paw tread - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/paw_images.jpg
Stripe study - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/backarea.jpg
Front face with paws - http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j213/kat_aclysm/thylacine/front_face_toes.jpg
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- Seth's "really awesome" Compaq brand laptop. (or so he says...)
- A USB Portable Hard Drive. Capacity: 200gb (contains music files, bittorrented movie files,
- Creative brand USB MP3 player (wouldn't be caught dead with an iPod)
- Clothes

Drawn up floor plan to come soon.

Seth Callaghan


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:54 pm


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- In Order of Meeting Appearance -

Sabin Duvert - This was the guy I met when I came off the helicopter. He led me to Feral labs for 'negotiations'. He's an unusual guy of french descent, and has really long whitish hair. Also has a funky top hat. Knows how to talk business. He also owes me about 6 - 18 million dollars now that our trade agreement is complete. I like money. Woo! LYING b*****d!! I hate this idiot and I want to kill him. Or at least swipe his hat.

Frog-dude - Boy do I feel sorry for this bloke. He was the first 'changed' animal critter person I met. He was nervous and afraid of me, and I didn't help any. He told me the truth right from the beginning, but I didn't want to believe him. This guy used to work for Feral Labs and they're changing him into stuff? That smacks of 'unfair'. I owe him an apology - as soon as I find out his name and where he lives, I'm going to have to leave a note on his door about it.

Marshall - This guy called me old... not so happy about that! Tried to explain the island stuff to me, gave me pretty much the same story as the frog dude. I'm still not sure if I believe him, or even want to. Afterall, he showed me his needlestick injury, and I don't have one. He looked smart in any case. That might come in handy later.

Sid - Older than me, but still got some life in him yet. Poor b*****d walks with a cane. Also likes to make things with a knife. Knives are wicked! Wasn't too happy about some of the things I said though. He walked away after a while. Must talk to him again, he's probably got a lot on his mind, as do we all.

Tommy Christian - An honest person. Set me straight on the island's purpose good and proper, he did. Was patient, explained everything properly. Also informed me to the fact that Dr. Duvert is a manipulative lying b*****d. We'll find a way off this island yet - we have to. The labs are turning the poor b*****d into a vampire bat. He just keeps looking weirder as he goes on...

Richard - Older guy with a cane. He reminded me a bit of Colonel Sanders, but I didn't tell him that. He got angry with me for talking about trying to get off this island, but who isn't thinking about that? He wasn't too bad though, I admit. He was unchanged when I met him. I wonder what the labs are going to turn him into.

Liamh - My upstairs neighbour. He woke me up and I was initially annoyed with him, but I since learned he's pretty cool. He has a laptop he calls 'Claire'. He was unchanged when I met him, like some of the others.
PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:55 pm


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- 0% Art -
Official IoDM Art, Seth at 0%, fully human (beautifully drawn/coloured by Sabin Duvert/Arania) - "Har har, yay for me. Here I am with an important little piece of treasure (no it's not candy, and it's not for you, so bugger off), wearing normal standard clothes that I own. I like my tie, it's a good one. I had others I could wear before I came here, but this was the only one without coffee stains on it."




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Seth Callaghan


Seth Callaghan

PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 5:58 pm


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A Deal is Done - in which Seth and Dr Duvert make a business transaction in which the trade of not so legal goods are handed over in exchange for a large sum of money (or so, at least Seth thinks so).
PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:37 pm


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Seth Callaghan


Seth Callaghan

PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:40 pm


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:47 pm


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If you desire to contact me for Role Playing purposes (or just to say "oy I'm bored, talk to me" really razz ), feel free to either drop me a message at this account, at my main Gaia Online name "The Kat Aclysm", or you can contact me using one of the following two messengers:

MSN Messenger: Katt_Aclysm@hotmail.com
AIM Instant Messenger: KatAclysm82

These are the only reliable two I use. I used to have an ICQ number but have forgotten it, and I also used to have a Yahoo! Messenger ID but sign on so rarely that it's not even worth mentioning. If I have an away message up on AIM or MSN, I am usually not there, or asleep (or seriously busy with something else). If I don't respond on those messengers when you try contacting me, just try again later in a few hours or so, or drop me a PM. heart

Don't be afraid to contact me out of the blue, I don't bite. mrgreen Just be sure to introduce yourself and everything will be cool from there!

- Kat whee

Seth Callaghan


Seth Callaghan

PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:50 pm


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Official art (c) Sabin Duvert/Arania heart blaugh
IoDM Gaia B/C shop, concept, and story (c) Chibi Hige, Sabin Duvert, Kamiki
Other arts (c) Respective Artists as listed
Seth Callaghan, the character (c) The Kat Aclysm
Other IoDM Islanders that may be mentioned here (c) Their owners
Thylacine (c) God
Original IoDM Story (c) HG Wells


Thank you one and all! (except myself, because thanking myself is a bit egotistical, isn't it? Blagh).
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