Post by Gaius Brookes on Aug 20, 2014 22:02:47 GMT -8
Name: Gaius Ceasar Brookes
Age: 19
Race: Human
Origin: Gaius', or Brookes as he calls himself, parents were both highly intelligent, fiercely competitive researchers that headed up their respective fields and were well-known in the scientific community. This, naturally, made them prime candidates for working on the colonial project. Their renown and contribution to the project, as well as their genetic intellectual superiority gave them the option to send their firstborn on the mission, to continue their work, even when they were gone. Judging by Brookes' continuing existence, they accepted the offer.
Personality: A cold and cocky man, Brookes keeps to himself for the most part. He watches others, observing and categorizing them like one would a scientific specimen. That's not to say he's not good at being social, though. His extensive knowledge of the workings of society and language make him a social chameleon, excellent at finding a place among even the most outlandish of people. Inside, he is full of calculations and reserve, but you'd never know it speaking to him.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: Brookes let out a long internal sigh, sweeping his dark hair from his face while giving a false nod of interest to the woman before him. He had no idea how he kept getting caught in these conversations. He absolutely abhorred small talk and everything about it, and yet every day this crew member seemed to catch him when he least expected it and manage to trap him in some petty ramblings about the inner trappings of her life. The worst part of this whole situation was that, unlike most of the times this occured, he had somewhere to be. Every time he had tried to politely leave the conversation, she roped him back in. And it's not as if he could afford to be rude about it, no that wouldn't do at all. He was one of the only psychologists on board after all, and whenever he wasn't tasked with studying the natives his job was to listen to the crew. It would not bode well for him if he started turning people away from his doorstep. He may get assigned janitorial duties or some such, it wasn't as if he was suited for much else, and he'd liked to have avoided that.
So, there he was, listening to this woman praddle on about every facet of her boring life. She came to the conclusion of her story, something about bread rolls (he seemed to recall her working in the kitchens) and he saw an opportunity for an out. Raising his hand with a polite smile on his face he said, "It was delightful speaking to you, as always, Ms. Bright but it seems I'm running late for an appointment. I really must go." The afore mentioned Ms. Bright tilted her head in disappointment. She really did enjoy these talks. It got awful lonely working kitchen detail, and it seemed like Brookes really cared about what she had to say. Her head righted itself, and her tone was as bright as ever when she asked, "See you tomorrow then?" "I should hope so." Glad to be rid of that infernal girl, Brookes walked briskly in the direction of his lab station, concocting a good reason he could tell his colleagues as to why he was late.
Age: 19
Race: Human
Origin: Gaius', or Brookes as he calls himself, parents were both highly intelligent, fiercely competitive researchers that headed up their respective fields and were well-known in the scientific community. This, naturally, made them prime candidates for working on the colonial project. Their renown and contribution to the project, as well as their genetic intellectual superiority gave them the option to send their firstborn on the mission, to continue their work, even when they were gone. Judging by Brookes' continuing existence, they accepted the offer.
Personality: A cold and cocky man, Brookes keeps to himself for the most part. He watches others, observing and categorizing them like one would a scientific specimen. That's not to say he's not good at being social, though. His extensive knowledge of the workings of society and language make him a social chameleon, excellent at finding a place among even the most outlandish of people. Inside, he is full of calculations and reserve, but you'd never know it speaking to him.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: Brookes let out a long internal sigh, sweeping his dark hair from his face while giving a false nod of interest to the woman before him. He had no idea how he kept getting caught in these conversations. He absolutely abhorred small talk and everything about it, and yet every day this crew member seemed to catch him when he least expected it and manage to trap him in some petty ramblings about the inner trappings of her life. The worst part of this whole situation was that, unlike most of the times this occured, he had somewhere to be. Every time he had tried to politely leave the conversation, she roped him back in. And it's not as if he could afford to be rude about it, no that wouldn't do at all. He was one of the only psychologists on board after all, and whenever he wasn't tasked with studying the natives his job was to listen to the crew. It would not bode well for him if he started turning people away from his doorstep. He may get assigned janitorial duties or some such, it wasn't as if he was suited for much else, and he'd liked to have avoided that.
So, there he was, listening to this woman praddle on about every facet of her boring life. She came to the conclusion of her story, something about bread rolls (he seemed to recall her working in the kitchens) and he saw an opportunity for an out. Raising his hand with a polite smile on his face he said, "It was delightful speaking to you, as always, Ms. Bright but it seems I'm running late for an appointment. I really must go." The afore mentioned Ms. Bright tilted her head in disappointment. She really did enjoy these talks. It got awful lonely working kitchen detail, and it seemed like Brookes really cared about what she had to say. Her head righted itself, and her tone was as bright as ever when she asked, "See you tomorrow then?" "I should hope so." Glad to be rid of that infernal girl, Brookes walked briskly in the direction of his lab station, concocting a good reason he could tell his colleagues as to why he was late.
