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Post by Robot on Sept 19, 2016 12:35:08 GMT
This will be the thread for known information on humans and Pokemon that come up throughout the campaign and can be updated by either myself or my three players should the need arise for them to do so. We will begin this thread with each player's sheet in it's own post, along with any immediately relevant information that the other PCs should know working in close concert with each other for a long period of time. With this, please include details on your starter's behaviors that might differentiate them from others of their kind, or from other families of Pokemon. e.g. Machoke is especially helpful, being a very basic point.
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Post by birdy51 on Sept 19, 2016 13:22:33 GMT
Behold! Hugh Beef! Google Sheet HereMost of you have not worked alongside Hugh, mostly due to him being a genetic soldier and security guard up until this point. If you had met him, more often than not, you've done messed up in some pretty big way. That said, men like him can be seen walking the halls on occasion and checking for threats in high value areas or working the desk, so this wouldn't be the first dealing with any guard. Beef respects authority in it's necessary areas, but is in himself a bit of a narcissistic showboat. He takes great pride in his form, and will bar no complaints against it. The Beef is perfect in all things. That's all that would be immediately relevant. Any other character traits would come with time, and until now, Hugh hasn't been apart of the research team for any large capacity. In the end however, old habits die hard. He still sees himself as part of the station protectorate, and will quickly run to the aid of others should it be requested. Hugh is a loyal public servant, and will do his duty whether it's his own body or not. This is a point that could potentially be warped by what Pokémon he's inhabiting. --- Because Hugh is new to the program, a subject with high levels of potential synchronization was chosen for him as the first subject he would inhabit. A Machoke named Gunshow. Gunshow is largely docile and surprisingly loves humanity in comparison to other mons. Being a human-shaped mon, he's more easily able to identify himself with an actual human than the average bear, which then made him an ideal partner for The Beef. It pays to make sure that the trained security guard who would be dangerous if made emotionally unstable doesn't get unstable. Picking a Pokémon with a personality close to his was one careful step in this process. In comparison to other Machoke however, Gunshow is something of a curious sort. He's easily swayed by the thoughts and ideas of other Pokémon around him. When placed in with a flying Pokémon, he himself tried to fly with limited results. When placed in with a burrower, he also tried to burrow with limited results. When placed in with other Fighting Pokémon however, his attempts to mimic their style was met unusual success for cross-species learning. This could also be a potential hazard however, as an easy mind to mold could very easily get tangled up with the tester's persona. Already after a single session, Gunshow was seen quickly retreating to a mirror as he began to flex uncontrollably and admire his muscles. This behavior was one that he had not exhibited prior to the experiment. Further testing and test monitoring is necessary in this area...
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 19, 2016 17:39:27 GMT
Evan Lysos. Not that you would care... Anyone who has worked alongside, or even been around, Evan for any prolonged length of time can easily pick up on his disdain for hydrolysis, and even more so those who practice it. Which can certainly lead to some friction at times, though recently he's at least been making an effort to conceal it. Also fairly noticeable is the fact that if he keeps doing the same thing for too long, especially in any task that doesn't require a whole lot of thinking, he can start getting a little bit abrasive. Or a lot abrasive. It's no secret that Evan feels like he doesn't belong.
Even amongst Dunsparces, the one selected for Evan - which he refers to simply as 'Three' (when he has to refer to it directly at all), short for the designation 'Subject Three of Seven' - is unusually skittish, with a high apparent self-preservation instinct. This would generally be a good thing... except for the minor problem that it has a tendency to not notice other things-it-probably-wants-to-run-away-from while it's trying to get away from the first thing. It's been observed to get into far greater trouble than it would have if it simply stayed put. However, this specimen seems to have an attraction and desire to hoard towards shiny objects, and has been seen to go to great lengths just to retrieve a little bauble. The idea of self-preservation seems to go out the window, if there's the chance to get something shiny... Hopefully this doesn't prove to be a problem.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Sept 19, 2016 21:58:03 GMT
Ulrich Gerhard, who's metaphorical bark hits a lot harder than his metaphorical bite. Its quite probable that he has a reputation among the plebeian masses non-scientific community, but that reputation is definitely not one you'd want... Not that he would know or (claim to) care what those who aren't his peers think. (Specifically, they would probably think of him as an elitist, or maybe a snob). Among those he considers his equals (other Researchers, mainly), he puts on a much less pompous air, though. Something that might become apparent after working with him is that Ulrich takes slights against his work very poorly. In particular, findings being shrugged off or deemed "unimportant" tend to be met with rather juvenile retaliation and petty annoyances.
As for Yamask, affectionately dubbed "Ulrich the Second" by none other than Ulrich himself, it is (at least in Ulrich's opinion) much more stoic than the average Yamask. While he might describe it as "natural fortitude", a less biased Researcher might properly describe it as "putting up a front", or, if they were feeling clever that day, that it "puts on a mask of indifference".
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Post by Robot on Sept 20, 2016 1:31:54 GMT
Professor Delilah Rosewood, Head of Project Carnate. 5'7", Female, 34 years old, red curly hair to mid-back, green eyes, beauty mark on her right cheek. High cheekbones and a widow's peak give her an imperious appearance.
Professors Delilah Rosewood and Ulrich Gerhard remain the only two senior researchers left with Project Carnate. Since it's inception, many individuals have entered the development process that went into version four. With the failures inherent in version three, the pressure became immense for a solid win to present before Gol's division heads without the funding that had been present up until that point. There were cuts, on cuts, on cuts.
The research staff was reduced to diehard scientists that didn't mind little to no wages, and did it for the sake of their work. The individuals who yet suffered with the failings of earlier iterations. Interns just looking for signatures to get into their chosen fields. Then there was Delilah.
If one were to describe the Professor in a single word, it would be cutthroat. Manipulative would work well too. Without the requisite staff to continue testing she sought out other means. Evan had long since been appointed the acting emotional councillor on salary for the project, and Hugh part of it's security team. Project Carnate was her baby, her brainchild, and she would not see it fail. Not under any circumstances.
There has been talk among the research staff about internal breaches not on file, a sample escaping here or there that for all intents and purposes should not exist in the lab complex. Couple this with a section that only Doctor Rosewood herself has access to, and the rumours are varied and widespread. She had protested heavily when the order was given to put down the samples that had been compromised in earlier tests, but had complied, even provided bodies for disposal as detailed in the specimens list. Anything beyond that is simple speculation.
Preferring to spend her time immersed in thought, she has little patience for pedantic conversation or anything that might detract from the work that needs to be completed and quickly. In the time before the pressure was on though, she could be described as 'relaxedly intellectual'. Content to engage in philosophical or existential discussion, which was where the project had it's roots.
Rosebud remains a source of inspiration to Delilah even this far into the project, a living reptile that has formed a fully symbiotic bond with a plant, she has long since declared the Bulbasaur to be a 'naturally perfect' being. It doesn't require any nourishment besides sunlight and water, being a phototroph. The name is a bit of a misnomer, and a pun, Rosebud being a male and quite amiable to the doctor herself.
Rosebud does occasionally eat vegetables but actively avoids seeds, and will not ingest nuts or whole fruits at all. These discarded bits it can often be seen planting and tending to in a fashion that can be described as familial. Whether this behaviour is standard for it's species or as an individual remains to be seen.
Rosebud is also an avid explorer, using it's vines to actively brachiate and ascend to higher points that it's quadrupedal body would not suggest are right for it. Whenever it's enclosure is checked it is almost always at the highest point it can reach safely, with it's bulb facing the UV Bulb that was added into it's enclosure after the trial activation of Generation 4.
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Post by Robot on Sept 20, 2016 16:59:47 GMT
Bill Lawton, General Maintenance/Tech Service Worker. 5'10", Male, 46 years old, gray hair, blue eyes, glasses, mustache that covers his upper lip. Long slender limbs and a slightly stooped, bowlegged posture, moderate potbelly. Dresses in full body chaps for work.
Every company has that one staff member that goes far above and beyond, accomplishes everything that is asked of them and then some. Bill has been doing it for as long as anyone can remember, and probably never been thanked in the ways that matter by anyone that gives a damn. Amiable, and a bit of a tease once he's gotten to know someone well enough to hit the mark with that sort of humor, Bill is responsible for the upkeep on Project Carnate's facilities.
Security must have put a bee in his bonnet at some point, as he actively avoids most of the team. It draws him the sort of scrutiny that no one wants in a sensitive time period, but there's nothing to really -pin- on him. Checks have been made, and as far as his arrest record is concerned the man is as squeaky clean as the halls after a fresh wax. Hugh he can keep the conversation on the big man easily enough that the maintenance worker comes off as a little more casual.
There is a particular rapport between him and Evan, to whom he has confessed hiding tools and more on the odd occasion that Ulrich or Delilah was being particularly snide in a given day. These meetings between the pair turn into a storm of complaints the likes of which the most stoic of individuals wouldn't be able to sit through without joining in.
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Post by Mineral on Sept 23, 2016 15:36:09 GMT
Jacob Marco KingYoungest of the group, the handsome and always smiling romanticist Professor King. While he is the youngest of the group, he's hailed as a medical genius on Gol, and a fully committed professor despite the slight esoteric specialization he's started with in Paleontology. Though he claims that if The Ark is anything like Earth was, there's great great power in the Pokemon that have come before the ones now. Since his acceptance on the team, he's been tirelessly working on both warming his partner to his scent and appearance in attempts to calm his nature, and mapping plans for the possible calming of the population planet side. Though he suspects there might not be a biological explanation for this. All of this is to say nothing of his behaviors in off-clock hours, his off-handed flirtatious comments to his senior Professor Rosewood, and of course the reputation he had in his younger years. Despite there still being rumors of his parents having genetically tampered with his DNA while in the womb, he still grew to be quite popular. Though all the charm in the world has yet to unlock the mystery of his mother was killed on the job. But he's all but let it go, grieving more for his father than mother. Though all this knowledge put together paints a simple picture of a lonely kid greedily scraping together all the love and attention he can muster. This all starkly contrasts the rest of his team, his seniors in every way, he works his hardest to both impress them and make the project a success. Not just for them, he claims to them, but for the kingdom they'll build from this world. One that will last forever, with no more mistakes like they had made with Earth. ----------------------------------------------------------------- One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. Jacob's mind rested on this part of an old world poem he'd read as he watched his partner move for the first time, a monster of fast blades and teeth. Eyes just as sharp, black and yellow staring at you with predestination into your chest cavity. Vorp, he named him, after the blade that cut the head off the Jaberwocky, as he was the weapon that the young man would use to lead his people. Though it took quite a bit of getting used to, eating raw meat as a predator would. Vorp himself is a budding alpha male, though he seems to interact with the others just fine, he's been proven through the introduction of images of himself to be aggressive to males of his own species. Most likely in a bid to assure mating rights or practice for the acquisition of his own territory. He's hardy, as well, having not slept for almost a week when he was first brought into his enclosure, and refused water until he finally caved and started to act as normally as it could for the species. It was a fast hard hitting monster, and it was ready to be king.
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Post by Robot on Sept 26, 2016 11:57:35 GMT
Gunther Krieger, Internal Breach Security Head/OPS Personnel 7'2", Male, 35 years old, blonde hair in a military crew cut, brown eyes, clean shaven, extremely muscular build, has several small scars on his hands, wrists, and forearms. One large scar following his collarbone across the side of his throat and along the shoulder. Walks back straight, head up, constantly vigilant.
'Genetic Soldiers', they're called. A peacekeeping faction that subscribes to both the philosophy of 'force of presence' and 'presence of force'. The genetic soldiers are typically chosen from young men that show outstanding work ethic or moral character, though the odd woman does become a specialist. The men then undergo a special form of hydrolysis before puberty, they are permitted to keep their original appearance but the bath vastly adjusts the resulting growth. Female officers are highly educated and shrewd individuals, who undergo rigorous schooling in investigation, law enforcement, and soft martial arts styles.
Gunther Krieger doesn't do rounds, takes mess alone, and prefers to spend his time watching the consoles and moving along the containment cells to check for security holes. He has a particular rapport for the Pokemon kept there, and is often referred to as 'Ranger' by his fellow security. This is a hallmark both to the records of the military special ops force, as well as the Pokemon handlers which have since faded to history. Communicating only when necessary, he is brisk in his delivery and passive in his reception.
The combination of size and silence gives the soldier an air of power about him, he doesn't flaunt it, but it can be very intimidating. The last time anyone asked him why he wasn't more sociable, he quietly drew a finger along the jagged scar that suggests his throat was lacerated at one point. There was no further explanation. The reports on Mr. Krieger are classified, inaccessible to all but the highest level officers.
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Post by Robot on Oct 13, 2016 18:56:28 GMT
Alexander Gregory, Security Hardware/OPS Personnel 6'8", Male, 28 years old, black hair left long to the nape of the neck, mustache/goatee combination. Lacks the blocky chiseled features common to most genetic soldiers. Facial structure favors high cheekbones and a widow's peak, with a slight chin and delicate nose.
Alex, self appointed callsign 'Ace', functions as quartermaster for the security deployment in the compound. Gear requisitions pass through him, a task that he begrudgingly accepts. Forever the talker he would much rather be engaged in witty banter, but is far too easy to fluster and bring low. As hardware personnel, he is trained in the maintenance and repair of all the regular equipment that security uses. In addition to this, he is schooled to operate most of the standard transports and a few of the more exotic ones that can be found on Gol.
With his exceptional 'type B' personality, being laid back and willing to accept what comes and roll with the punches, Alex can come off as lax. Not caring overmuch for -what- goes on in the compound, only that he gets paid and can mostly keep to what doesn't inconvenience him, he gets along best with individuals that don't take themselves too seriously. His height, and more effeminate appearance are touchy subjects for the man, but the former is really only a concern when dealing with the other security staff.
Alexander is typically the medical staff's escort when they tend to the decommissioned staff in the recovery ward of the complex. The rooms are all camera monitored, but as is common there is no sound available. He claims to have 'seen some shit' now and then, but usually doesn't press the matter. There's been no video evidence to support any of it.
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Post by Robot on Oct 13, 2016 19:28:08 GMT
Texondale Marko Woods, External Breach Security Head/OPS Personnel 7'0", Male, 31 years old, bald, hazel eyes, stocky, wears steel-soled boots and is typically armed with at the very least a stun baton and set of knuckle dusters.
Texondale 'Tex' for short, is as close to 'country' as anyone can get on an artificial planet. Originally the son of a hydroponics family, he was large even before his eventual induction into the military. Ever the dry wit, he is the first to call out someone if they're being excessive or ridiculous. The flipside of that particular notion is the speed and ruthlessness with which he reacts to security threats generated by humans. The safest thing anyone can do is stay down after he's put them there.
There have not been many instances of such breaches, but the first came during Generation Two, when the need for one of his station was made immediately apparent. The most severe incursion was in numbers the security staff would not have been able to match if not for liberal application of the facility's aerosol narcotic delivery system. It had been rare to see a protest group attempt entry into the compound since that particular incident, but Tex's station was secure from then on.
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Post by Robot on Oct 15, 2016 16:55:39 GMT
Zartemis Nikolai, Decommissioned Science Personnel 5'8", 38 years old, dark hair, dark eyes, lanky, currently kept in the recovery wing under guard within the main complex on Gol. Typical attire is a straight jacket paired with hospital issued bottoms.
Zartemis Nikolai had been the engineer behind most of the base technology of Project Carnate, developing the nanomachine receivers, and brainwave transmitters in their inception working alongside Rosewood's biology expertise. In hindsight having a neurologist on project as well may have prevented the man's untimely downfall, but hindsight is 20/20. Through three generations of the project he suffered with increasing degrees of minor dementia up until the point at which he had a psychotic break in attempting to dive [REDACTED]. The scientist as well as his final partner were both decommissioned after a brief period exhibiting symptoms cohesive with paranoid schizophrenia, fragment personalities, and sociopathic tendencies.
The Pokemon in question was logged destroyed by Professor Rosewood on XX/XX/XXXX. No details on it are available anywhere in the archives or off site.
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