Post by Robert Endsley on Oct 12, 2014 16:43:50 GMT -8
Name:
Robert Endsley
Age: 22.
Race: Human.
Origin:
The son of a geologist and a physicist Robert was expected to take an interest in at least one of the subjects of his parents. Much to his mother's disappointment he showed more of a love for rocks than for stars. Showing a natural talent for cartography and seeing the lay of the land how it was he became very close to his father. Lecturing at Oxford Robert's father hoped one day his son might become a geologist and pursue his own career in the field.
However when Robert was around four his mother became a member of the Titan project and his fate was sealed. Seeing how a team of colonists and explorers might be in need of someone with a gift for maps she thought of a way to make up for her previous disappointment. She had decided to send her little boy off into space once the project was underway. However his father had other ideas, not wanting to be separated from his son. The argument want on for three months and came to an abrupt end when Robert's father was killed in a car crash.
Confused at the sudden disappearance of his father Robert soon found himself packed off to the project centre to join his mother. After a brief stay he found himself settled into a cryogenic freezer for a long sleep.
Personality:
Somewhat of an introvert Robert much preferred the company of his toys and drawing equipment to that of other children. Nowadays he likes the quite of the countryside, getting on with his hobby and work. He often finds he gets anxiety in crowded places and loud noises irritate him. Aside from the great outdoors Robert also loves to read. Mostly certain classics. Dumas is his favourite. Having a great love for his stories partly The Three Musketeers and The Count of Monte Cristo. Which his father used to read to him as bedtime stories, in hind sight probably not the most suitable books for a small child. Admittedly he had never really understood them when he was younger he just enjoyed his father doing the voices.
Although shy when meeting others and often described as being rude or 'of few words'. However once a friendship he is a loyal companion. Though quiet he holds a stoic philosophy and finds patience and determination the remedies to most of life's problems. Robert often wonders if he is old before his time and muses to himself that if some system of reincarnation does exist his little soul has certainly had a few goes on the merry-go-round of life.
As a result of her decisions he still holds a strong dislike of his mother, despite her saving his life. The only thing they ever really had in common was his adoption of her catholic faith, with a twist of his own.
Ethnicity:
English.
Appearance:
Role Play Sample:
Eighteen years... eighteen long years Robert had dreamed as he drifted through space. He dreamed many things; of adventures deep within tropic jungles, romances, sometimes the vague imagery of his own childhood before it was cut short. Yes Robert had dreamed, a thousand lifetimes and stories condensed into seconds with each new vision. It was no surprise to him that when he eventually did awaken in a cryogenic freezer in a galaxy far from his home he thought of it as just another dream. It was only when he began to sense things properly, pins and needles in his fingers and uncontrollable shivers, that he began to wonder if this was actually his life and not his imagination for once. After a few minutes his initial shortness of breath disappeared and the shivers stopped, though the horrible similarities he felt between his freezer and a coffin disturbed him. His heat pounding for the first times in almost two decades he scrabbled at the lid eventually triggering a release mechanism, When the lid opened he did not move for a few minutes. Deep breaths. He lay there, his mind trying to compensate for the lost years, piecing together the fragments of his memory and the programming. Yes he had fallen asleep a frightened little boy, but he awoke a fully trained and experience cartographer. They were not his experiences though. It was as if someone else's memories had been copied and pasted into his his own. He blinked rapidly covering his eyes with his hands for ten minutes or so. Although the chamber of the sleeping was dimly light, the occasional florescent light which had been carefully place stung him fiercely. Eventually he sat up and took in his surroundings. He did not know what he had expected, he supposed as a four year old he hadn't expected very much. The eery silence, excepting the low hum of the fridges, was very disconcerting especially as he knew he was not alone. He noticed one other fridge in the room. He shuddered and began to clamber out. He managed it, only falling twice, and shuffled his way to the nearest visible exit. When he got to the door he jumped slightly as an AI greeted him. "Good Evening, Endsley welcome to the Hyperion" it chimed, he eyed the control panel warily as it waffled on something about waking up, the side effects of cryogenic sleep and the protocol he should follow. The AI seemed to think his first port of call should be medical or a senior member of staff. Stuff that thought Endsley.
He shuffled over to the other fridge to take a look, he wiped away some of the condensation on the lid and peered in. There was a sleeping boy about his own age. he slowly waved his hand in front of the boy's face. After doing so he felt very stupid, he couldn't see Endsley, the boy still dreamed. He glanced at the sides and found a panel with presumably the occupants name. Something clearly Russian. It was then that the lights came on and the AI repeated its urges for Endsley to visit the medical area or the command staff. The sudden brightness had stung Endsley's eyes and he was in less of a mood to agree than before. Instead he looked around for a computer terminal. There were two, each situated near one of the fridges. Endsley worked out which was his own and then attempted to use it. After ten minutes or so he eventually worked it out and began trying to find out exactly what had happened to him. Twenty minutes of reading provided the answers, the mission, the crash, the fate of Earth. He had searched for reference to his father and found his death. Feeling over whelmed he snapped at the AI which was still broadcasting its futile instructions. Endsley felt sick, the sinking feeling he had felt as he read on had turned to nausea, he desperately asked the AI for the bathroom and a door opened in the corner. He bolted over and made it to the sink just in time. Having regurgitated the limited contents of his stomach he rubbed the tears away from his eyes and tried to compose himself. Looking up though he found a mirror. He was stunned, was that him? It must be... obviously he did not expect to look the same after eighteen years but the shock of seeing himself for the first time was not softened. He touched his face, feeling a light stubble, his hair had gotten darker that was for sure. After a few baffled moments he took a shower, partly to freshen up but mainly to take some time to let it all sink in.
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Robert Endsley
Age: 22.
Race: Human.
Origin:
The son of a geologist and a physicist Robert was expected to take an interest in at least one of the subjects of his parents. Much to his mother's disappointment he showed more of a love for rocks than for stars. Showing a natural talent for cartography and seeing the lay of the land how it was he became very close to his father. Lecturing at Oxford Robert's father hoped one day his son might become a geologist and pursue his own career in the field.
However when Robert was around four his mother became a member of the Titan project and his fate was sealed. Seeing how a team of colonists and explorers might be in need of someone with a gift for maps she thought of a way to make up for her previous disappointment. She had decided to send her little boy off into space once the project was underway. However his father had other ideas, not wanting to be separated from his son. The argument want on for three months and came to an abrupt end when Robert's father was killed in a car crash.
Confused at the sudden disappearance of his father Robert soon found himself packed off to the project centre to join his mother. After a brief stay he found himself settled into a cryogenic freezer for a long sleep.
Personality:
Somewhat of an introvert Robert much preferred the company of his toys and drawing equipment to that of other children. Nowadays he likes the quite of the countryside, getting on with his hobby and work. He often finds he gets anxiety in crowded places and loud noises irritate him. Aside from the great outdoors Robert also loves to read. Mostly certain classics. Dumas is his favourite. Having a great love for his stories partly The Three Musketeers and The Count of Monte Cristo. Which his father used to read to him as bedtime stories, in hind sight probably not the most suitable books for a small child. Admittedly he had never really understood them when he was younger he just enjoyed his father doing the voices.
Although shy when meeting others and often described as being rude or 'of few words'. However once a friendship he is a loyal companion. Though quiet he holds a stoic philosophy and finds patience and determination the remedies to most of life's problems. Robert often wonders if he is old before his time and muses to himself that if some system of reincarnation does exist his little soul has certainly had a few goes on the merry-go-round of life.
As a result of her decisions he still holds a strong dislike of his mother, despite her saving his life. The only thing they ever really had in common was his adoption of her catholic faith, with a twist of his own.
Ethnicity:
English.
Appearance:
Role Play Sample:
Eighteen years... eighteen long years Robert had dreamed as he drifted through space. He dreamed many things; of adventures deep within tropic jungles, romances, sometimes the vague imagery of his own childhood before it was cut short. Yes Robert had dreamed, a thousand lifetimes and stories condensed into seconds with each new vision. It was no surprise to him that when he eventually did awaken in a cryogenic freezer in a galaxy far from his home he thought of it as just another dream. It was only when he began to sense things properly, pins and needles in his fingers and uncontrollable shivers, that he began to wonder if this was actually his life and not his imagination for once. After a few minutes his initial shortness of breath disappeared and the shivers stopped, though the horrible similarities he felt between his freezer and a coffin disturbed him. His heat pounding for the first times in almost two decades he scrabbled at the lid eventually triggering a release mechanism, When the lid opened he did not move for a few minutes. Deep breaths. He lay there, his mind trying to compensate for the lost years, piecing together the fragments of his memory and the programming. Yes he had fallen asleep a frightened little boy, but he awoke a fully trained and experience cartographer. They were not his experiences though. It was as if someone else's memories had been copied and pasted into his his own. He blinked rapidly covering his eyes with his hands for ten minutes or so. Although the chamber of the sleeping was dimly light, the occasional florescent light which had been carefully place stung him fiercely. Eventually he sat up and took in his surroundings. He did not know what he had expected, he supposed as a four year old he hadn't expected very much. The eery silence, excepting the low hum of the fridges, was very disconcerting especially as he knew he was not alone. He noticed one other fridge in the room. He shuddered and began to clamber out. He managed it, only falling twice, and shuffled his way to the nearest visible exit. When he got to the door he jumped slightly as an AI greeted him. "Good Evening, Endsley welcome to the Hyperion" it chimed, he eyed the control panel warily as it waffled on something about waking up, the side effects of cryogenic sleep and the protocol he should follow. The AI seemed to think his first port of call should be medical or a senior member of staff. Stuff that thought Endsley.
He shuffled over to the other fridge to take a look, he wiped away some of the condensation on the lid and peered in. There was a sleeping boy about his own age. he slowly waved his hand in front of the boy's face. After doing so he felt very stupid, he couldn't see Endsley, the boy still dreamed. He glanced at the sides and found a panel with presumably the occupants name. Something clearly Russian. It was then that the lights came on and the AI repeated its urges for Endsley to visit the medical area or the command staff. The sudden brightness had stung Endsley's eyes and he was in less of a mood to agree than before. Instead he looked around for a computer terminal. There were two, each situated near one of the fridges. Endsley worked out which was his own and then attempted to use it. After ten minutes or so he eventually worked it out and began trying to find out exactly what had happened to him. Twenty minutes of reading provided the answers, the mission, the crash, the fate of Earth. He had searched for reference to his father and found his death. Feeling over whelmed he snapped at the AI which was still broadcasting its futile instructions. Endsley felt sick, the sinking feeling he had felt as he read on had turned to nausea, he desperately asked the AI for the bathroom and a door opened in the corner. He bolted over and made it to the sink just in time. Having regurgitated the limited contents of his stomach he rubbed the tears away from his eyes and tried to compose himself. Looking up though he found a mirror. He was stunned, was that him? It must be... obviously he did not expect to look the same after eighteen years but the shock of seeing himself for the first time was not softened. He touched his face, feeling a light stubble, his hair had gotten darker that was for sure. After a few baffled moments he took a shower, partly to freshen up but mainly to take some time to let it all sink in.
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