Post by ashmael on Dec 17, 2006 20:37:47 GMT -5
Real/Full Name:
William Winston Door.
Name Mostly Called:
William or Bill but prefers Mr Door.
Age:
23.
Gender:
Male.
Alliance:
Tetragrammaton.
Appearance:
6 foot 2,
Dark haired and dark eyed,
Has been losing weight since the bombings of the prozium factories and is now becoming dangerously almost skeletally thin.
keeps himself neat and tidy as benefits one working for the Tetragrammaton.
Usual Clothing:
The Grey and white of a Tetragrammaton technician, however he has put in a request for body armor and a helmet for when he is sent into the Nethers.
Special Weapons:
Incinerator. He has requested an MP7 defensive firearm for when on assignment.
Family:
Parents still alive and he visits them on the 3rd Sunday of the month.
No siblings, or other family.
Strengths
Alert and perceptive with a sharp mind, William is quick to spot any outpoints in a situation.
Weaknesses:
Physically frail, William is haunted by his experience of being without prozium after the first Resistance attacks.
Personality:
Logical and cool, William can be almost fanatical about the necessity of maintaining Liberia and prozium.
History:
William has always been a model Liberian, content with conformity.
Working as an Incineration technician William was out in the Nethers when the resistance attacks occurred.
William the only survivor of an ambushed team was trapped in the nethers for three days, he eventually made it back to Liberia but not before he had run out of prozium.
For William those three days of feeling were the most horrific experiences of his life.
Frightened and bewildered by his emotions William feels that his experiences are proof of proziums necessity and now defends the Tetragrammaton with a burning fervor.
Other Information:
To avoid a repeat of his nightmare William has taken to secretly stockpiling prozium.
RP Example:
"...twitch..."
William Door sat at his desk unable to concentrate on his paperwork, the twitch just under his right eye had started already.
"And still another 10 minuets until the next prozium dose."
He thought, toying with the hard case that held his injector.
"...twitch..."
Pulled from his work yet again William looked around the room at the rows of desks each one identicle...identicle except for Carter's.
"Carter left his jacket...again."
William frowned at this thought.
"and probably his prozium with it."
"...twitch..."
William reached into the pocket of Carter's jacket, sure enough there was the familiar shape of an injector case.
"I've told him countless times to keep this on him always."
he thought, opening the case and looking at the rows of amber vials.
"But then he wasn't there...and has never been...without, doesn't know any better."
William took out two vials and slipped them into his own pocket.
"...twitch..."
back at his own desk William made no no further attempt to work, instead holding his hands level with the desk he tried to will them to stop shaking.
"...twitch..."
The clock on the desk showed the time was so close it was almost painful.
finally the chimes rang.
With a sigh William pulled out the small black case and loaded one of his vials into the chamber.
Carter came running into the room breathless,
"Left my prozium in my coat."
he panted as William finished preparing his dose.
William watched as Carter prepared his own dose.
"You should take care, you're running low."
He said pointing to Carters near empty case.
"Don't want him to run out...woulden't wish that on anybody."
William thought repressing the memory of his horrible encounter with his emotions.
He had looked up what he had felt, it was called "fear" and he could almost feel the echo of it still.
thats why he needed the prozium.
He could feel the echo of the other emotion that he had felt as well, the emotion he had felt for the fire that kept danger away,
he had looked up that one too...it was called "Love".
Injecting himself William felt the prozium wipe away even the echo of his fear.
"...twi..."
William Winston Door.
Name Mostly Called:
William or Bill but prefers Mr Door.
Age:
23.
Gender:
Male.
Alliance:
Tetragrammaton.
Appearance:
6 foot 2,
Dark haired and dark eyed,
Has been losing weight since the bombings of the prozium factories and is now becoming dangerously almost skeletally thin.
keeps himself neat and tidy as benefits one working for the Tetragrammaton.
Usual Clothing:
The Grey and white of a Tetragrammaton technician, however he has put in a request for body armor and a helmet for when he is sent into the Nethers.
Special Weapons:
Incinerator. He has requested an MP7 defensive firearm for when on assignment.
Family:
Parents still alive and he visits them on the 3rd Sunday of the month.
No siblings, or other family.
Strengths
Alert and perceptive with a sharp mind, William is quick to spot any outpoints in a situation.
Weaknesses:
Physically frail, William is haunted by his experience of being without prozium after the first Resistance attacks.
Personality:
Logical and cool, William can be almost fanatical about the necessity of maintaining Liberia and prozium.
History:
William has always been a model Liberian, content with conformity.
Working as an Incineration technician William was out in the Nethers when the resistance attacks occurred.
William the only survivor of an ambushed team was trapped in the nethers for three days, he eventually made it back to Liberia but not before he had run out of prozium.
For William those three days of feeling were the most horrific experiences of his life.
Frightened and bewildered by his emotions William feels that his experiences are proof of proziums necessity and now defends the Tetragrammaton with a burning fervor.
Other Information:
To avoid a repeat of his nightmare William has taken to secretly stockpiling prozium.
RP Example:
"...twitch..."
William Door sat at his desk unable to concentrate on his paperwork, the twitch just under his right eye had started already.
"And still another 10 minuets until the next prozium dose."
He thought, toying with the hard case that held his injector.
"...twitch..."
Pulled from his work yet again William looked around the room at the rows of desks each one identicle...identicle except for Carter's.
"Carter left his jacket...again."
William frowned at this thought.
"and probably his prozium with it."
"...twitch..."
William reached into the pocket of Carter's jacket, sure enough there was the familiar shape of an injector case.
"I've told him countless times to keep this on him always."
he thought, opening the case and looking at the rows of amber vials.
"But then he wasn't there...and has never been...without, doesn't know any better."
William took out two vials and slipped them into his own pocket.
"...twitch..."
back at his own desk William made no no further attempt to work, instead holding his hands level with the desk he tried to will them to stop shaking.
"...twitch..."
The clock on the desk showed the time was so close it was almost painful.
finally the chimes rang.
With a sigh William pulled out the small black case and loaded one of his vials into the chamber.
Carter came running into the room breathless,
"Left my prozium in my coat."
he panted as William finished preparing his dose.
William watched as Carter prepared his own dose.
"You should take care, you're running low."
He said pointing to Carters near empty case.
"Don't want him to run out...woulden't wish that on anybody."
William thought repressing the memory of his horrible encounter with his emotions.
He had looked up what he had felt, it was called "fear" and he could almost feel the echo of it still.
thats why he needed the prozium.
He could feel the echo of the other emotion that he had felt as well, the emotion he had felt for the fire that kept danger away,
he had looked up that one too...it was called "Love".
Injecting himself William felt the prozium wipe away even the echo of his fear.
"...twi..."
And stuff. Do you want him to roam, or to be assigned to Sarah's squad?
