Post by Balefuldirge--Alexander Aloees on Aug 16, 2013 23:58:48 GMT -5
OOC
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Alias/Name = B.J.
Age = 30
SN for this character = Balefuldirge
Email (if different) = n/a
Tell us a random/odd fact about yourself. = I taught English in Taiwan for a year after graduation. I think about going back often to attend graduate school.
Tell us about one of your favorite RP moments. = Way back in the day I was part of a Vampire the Masquerade (VtM) group. After like a year of fighting, backstabbing and political maneuvering (all IC, of course!) my character managed to claw his way to the most powerful position in the Sabbat hierarchy: Regent. It was very satisfying.
Describe your thoughts of this SL in five words. = Futuristic, promising, innovative, cooperative, explorative
Would you prefer a writing prompt (for the char you're applying for) from SL Members and/or questions? = Either/or.
Did anyone recruit you?(What were they like?) = Tu. She was welcoming and encouraging. Once she told me the setting I was very interested!
Recruiter SN = Boundbutfree
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IC Info___________________________________________________________________
Played By= Chad Michael Murray
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Category= Slave
Name = Alexander Aloeese
Alias/Nicknames = Alex
Age = 26
Status = Single
Height = 6’0
Weight = 180
Eye Color = Blue
Hair Color = Blonde
General Demeanor/Personality = People describe him as insightful, smart, and paranoid. He’s a loyal friend though tends to be more of a loner, having difficulty trusting people. Alex is an abstract thinker who thinks about ideas more often than practical, day to day things. Witty, well-read and a good conversationalist when the topic of discussion captures his attention, he prides himself on being able to socialize with any group of people regardless of their socioeconomic background. Though cautious to a fault, every once in a while he makes impulsive decisions. In the last few years he’s gotten more and more into ancient mythologies and religions that existed on Earth.
Quirks = Predisposed to conspiracy theories and/or alternative, non-mainstream explanations for things. Thinks he’s special, or rather, chosen. More thin-skinned than he cares to admit, he’s prone to sudden outburst.
Best Skills = Privately tutored as a boy, he was forced to study the art of war by his stepfather. He developed into strategic wartime thinker, excelling at big-picture, macro management, but still tends to get lost in the finer details. He’s also a brilliant tactician, having studied ancient and contemporary battles from history. Because of this he possesses a wide breadth of historical knowledge of people and cultures.
General Skills = Good chess player, regularly practices yoga, can run long distances, experiments with meditation and hallucinogenic drugs, teaching himself how to box.
Reputation = To those that know him he’s “one of Niema’s”. To those who don’t he’s enigmatic and maybe a little crazy. To both he’s known as someone whose counsel is worth seeking so long as you can disregard the 30% of it that’s weird and too far out there.
Brief Bio (3 or more Paragraphs) =
I was born in the Atlas Universe on the planet Javos, raised by my mother and Harvest-Lord stepfather, but you know that already, don’t you, Samael? Folks talk about what a mess we humans made of things, but is the fate of Earth or the miserable state of humanity really any surprise? Not to those of us in the know.
I remember childhood fondly. Mom always used to say I was lucky to be raised on such a planet so resembling Earth. She was right, of course. I had fields to run in and rivers to cool my feet. Nothing like some of the other planets I read about it. I pitied the kids who grew up in places like Zavaki, cooking alive real slow like a rotisserie chicken. Or God forbid, Hailos. What say you when looking upon a hellhole like that, Yaltabaoth? Is that really the best you can do? Your mother Sophia weeps for you.
My mother died when I 19. Her gaunt, sallow, emaciate body will forever be seared into my mind. Eaten alive from the inside out like that. No dignity in that. Guess you could say I was a man at the time, but not really. Death wasn’t a real thing until I saw her in that casket, all done up and cold to the touch.
Oh, how I’m sure you crowed.
The stepfather was a good man, but if his baby goes then her baby goes, and I suddenly found myself in the big-wide-universe all alone, that comfortable life and expected inheritance gone like a puff of smoke. Took a long time to let go of the anger I felt towards him, but the truth was he did everything he was obligated to do. I owe my education to him. But it was time to set out on my own, for we both had to grieve in our own way.
I found work on cargo ships as grunt labor, the education of my youth squandered rubbing shoulders with drifters, drunks, and cutthroats. They spotted me for a soft rich boy real quick and treated me accordingly. Don’t think I went a week without a black eye or busted lip. In retrospect I guess it was good for me. Toughened me up. My corruption began on those ships: drugs, alcohol and women were always in supply, and I developed a particular fondness for hallucinogenic. I liked the way they twisted and warped the world into something beautiful. Into something you could never make it, Saklas.
Fast forward a few years and I found myself living in Midway Station as part of a transhumanist cult. We were an eclectic group of pretentious, pseudo-intellectuals from wildly different backgrounds with dreams of immortality. Rumors about advanced technology playing a primary role in Earth being torn asunder run rampant, but we were undeterred. While studying life extension technologies I also got into philosophy, particularly ontology. This lead to religious studies, of course, and I started to wonder if living forever was a worthwhile goal. I started to think, maybe it wasn’t worth sticking around this shithole forever. Even the fear of death and the memory of mom wasn't enough to blind me from the truth.
My spiritual journey led me to Gnosticism. Through gnosis meditation I came in contact with the One. Do you find that upsetting, Demiurge? A jealous God indeed. And I saw things. Things for which words are inadequate.
I left my cult shortly after, guided by secret gnosis, planning to set up shop in an abandoned space-station. But there was someone already there, wasn’t there? Did you mastermind this, Samael? Of course you did. I met your agent and when I woke I was given a choice, to live or die. I chose life because I am not ready to depart yet. There’s still more to know before I’m ready to ascend. In the meantime I am known as a piked man and bear her mark on my forearm.
Present day picture of Alexander:
_______________________________________________________________________________________
Alias/Name = B.J.
Age = 30
SN for this character = Balefuldirge
Email (if different) = n/a
Tell us a random/odd fact about yourself. = I taught English in Taiwan for a year after graduation. I think about going back often to attend graduate school.
Tell us about one of your favorite RP moments. = Way back in the day I was part of a Vampire the Masquerade (VtM) group. After like a year of fighting, backstabbing and political maneuvering (all IC, of course!) my character managed to claw his way to the most powerful position in the Sabbat hierarchy: Regent. It was very satisfying.
Describe your thoughts of this SL in five words. = Futuristic, promising, innovative, cooperative, explorative
Would you prefer a writing prompt (for the char you're applying for) from SL Members and/or questions? = Either/or.
Did anyone recruit you?(What were they like?) = Tu. She was welcoming and encouraging. Once she told me the setting I was very interested!
Recruiter SN = Boundbutfree
_______________________________________________________________________________________
IC Info___________________________________________________________________
Played By= Chad Michael Murray
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Category= Slave
Name = Alexander Aloeese
Alias/Nicknames = Alex
Age = 26
Status = Single
Height = 6’0
Weight = 180
Eye Color = Blue
Hair Color = Blonde
General Demeanor/Personality = People describe him as insightful, smart, and paranoid. He’s a loyal friend though tends to be more of a loner, having difficulty trusting people. Alex is an abstract thinker who thinks about ideas more often than practical, day to day things. Witty, well-read and a good conversationalist when the topic of discussion captures his attention, he prides himself on being able to socialize with any group of people regardless of their socioeconomic background. Though cautious to a fault, every once in a while he makes impulsive decisions. In the last few years he’s gotten more and more into ancient mythologies and religions that existed on Earth.
Quirks = Predisposed to conspiracy theories and/or alternative, non-mainstream explanations for things. Thinks he’s special, or rather, chosen. More thin-skinned than he cares to admit, he’s prone to sudden outburst.
Best Skills = Privately tutored as a boy, he was forced to study the art of war by his stepfather. He developed into strategic wartime thinker, excelling at big-picture, macro management, but still tends to get lost in the finer details. He’s also a brilliant tactician, having studied ancient and contemporary battles from history. Because of this he possesses a wide breadth of historical knowledge of people and cultures.
General Skills = Good chess player, regularly practices yoga, can run long distances, experiments with meditation and hallucinogenic drugs, teaching himself how to box.
Reputation = To those that know him he’s “one of Niema’s”. To those who don’t he’s enigmatic and maybe a little crazy. To both he’s known as someone whose counsel is worth seeking so long as you can disregard the 30% of it that’s weird and too far out there.
Brief Bio (3 or more Paragraphs) =
I was born in the Atlas Universe on the planet Javos, raised by my mother and Harvest-Lord stepfather, but you know that already, don’t you, Samael? Folks talk about what a mess we humans made of things, but is the fate of Earth or the miserable state of humanity really any surprise? Not to those of us in the know.
I remember childhood fondly. Mom always used to say I was lucky to be raised on such a planet so resembling Earth. She was right, of course. I had fields to run in and rivers to cool my feet. Nothing like some of the other planets I read about it. I pitied the kids who grew up in places like Zavaki, cooking alive real slow like a rotisserie chicken. Or God forbid, Hailos. What say you when looking upon a hellhole like that, Yaltabaoth? Is that really the best you can do? Your mother Sophia weeps for you.
My mother died when I 19. Her gaunt, sallow, emaciate body will forever be seared into my mind. Eaten alive from the inside out like that. No dignity in that. Guess you could say I was a man at the time, but not really. Death wasn’t a real thing until I saw her in that casket, all done up and cold to the touch.
Oh, how I’m sure you crowed.
The stepfather was a good man, but if his baby goes then her baby goes, and I suddenly found myself in the big-wide-universe all alone, that comfortable life and expected inheritance gone like a puff of smoke. Took a long time to let go of the anger I felt towards him, but the truth was he did everything he was obligated to do. I owe my education to him. But it was time to set out on my own, for we both had to grieve in our own way.
I found work on cargo ships as grunt labor, the education of my youth squandered rubbing shoulders with drifters, drunks, and cutthroats. They spotted me for a soft rich boy real quick and treated me accordingly. Don’t think I went a week without a black eye or busted lip. In retrospect I guess it was good for me. Toughened me up. My corruption began on those ships: drugs, alcohol and women were always in supply, and I developed a particular fondness for hallucinogenic. I liked the way they twisted and warped the world into something beautiful. Into something you could never make it, Saklas.
Fast forward a few years and I found myself living in Midway Station as part of a transhumanist cult. We were an eclectic group of pretentious, pseudo-intellectuals from wildly different backgrounds with dreams of immortality. Rumors about advanced technology playing a primary role in Earth being torn asunder run rampant, but we were undeterred. While studying life extension technologies I also got into philosophy, particularly ontology. This lead to religious studies, of course, and I started to wonder if living forever was a worthwhile goal. I started to think, maybe it wasn’t worth sticking around this shithole forever. Even the fear of death and the memory of mom wasn't enough to blind me from the truth.
My spiritual journey led me to Gnosticism. Through gnosis meditation I came in contact with the One. Do you find that upsetting, Demiurge? A jealous God indeed. And I saw things. Things for which words are inadequate.
I left my cult shortly after, guided by secret gnosis, planning to set up shop in an abandoned space-station. But there was someone already there, wasn’t there? Did you mastermind this, Samael? Of course you did. I met your agent and when I woke I was given a choice, to live or die. I chose life because I am not ready to depart yet. There’s still more to know before I’m ready to ascend. In the meantime I am known as a piked man and bear her mark on my forearm.
Present day picture of Alexander: