Post by Jet Marciano on Oct 7, 2013 12:50:18 GMT -8
Name: Jet Marciano
Age: 22
Race: Human
Origin: Being the product of a highly decorated CIA agent mother and a convicted war criminal father, Jet never met his real parents when he was young. His mother, Martha Buchleitner was a top CIA agent, receiving many accolades with her international work from her years of service. She met his wealthy father Rod Marciano, a tech tycoon genius, in New Miami, in East Florida -- the 64th State in America. Martha, who had been on assignment to investigate the underground world of weapon smuggling happening in the Gulf coast, fell in love with Rod while the two befriended each other as her investigation led to his company, finding out that one of his corporate investors had been connected to the illegal weapons smuggling. As this particular investor found out about this development, he elaborately framed Rod in a complex and highly calculated move to take over his web company. Even though Rod was innocent, Martha fell for the framing and locked Rod up in prison. Heartbroken and embarrassed for falling into the victim of love, she did not want to care for her child, as she ultimately felt that Jet was everything that Rod was, seeing Jet as simply deadweight in her eyes, she placed her son in the foster system.
Jet went to a various foster parents, having been a problem child with a huge range of emotions, he never found belonging. As the news media overhyped the Marciano-Buchleitner love story, foster parents would always taunt him for being the child of lousy parents: hearing statements like Your father was a fucking war criminal and Your mother is a whore, often physically and verbally abusing him. It was observed that Jet was rebellious, scheming with his foster siblings to run away often at the age of four in order to find his real parents -- as if they were just a city away waiting for him, instead, he eventually found that the outdoors and nature gave him peace and solicitude.
Curious about his ability to organize these runways and being the son of a top-notch CIA agent mother and a MENSA member father, the Titan Project acquired Jet as one of the colonists for the Hyperion, feeling that he may have potential to become a Head of Security.
Personality: Brave, powerful, and vulnerable, Jet finds himself cast as a leader whether he likes it or not, he prefers to go with “not”. Described as an introvert, Jet stresses the importance of research and observation before making crucial decisions, as head of Security, he maintains an area of seriousness within his jurisdiction. Whenever he feels that trouble slithers within the colony, he becomes vigilant to stomp any rooting cause.
Socially, you can pretty expect Jet to hide within the background during his downtime, dealing with trust issues and fearing that a fellow colonist may be planning some sort of plot against him, he tends to climb on top of the roof of the Hyperion and stay hours taking in the view of the sunrises and sunsets.
As Security Leader, he treats his men and women with the utmost respect and values their opinion whenever possible.
With the infinite amount of world to discover, Jet is not afraid to explore the inner depths of the jungle, climb to the highest peaks, dive into the deepest waters. To become one with the new planet becomes a natural stress reliever for him.
Ethnicity: American: Cuban-American & German-American Ancestry
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: Blurred vision. Opening his eyes for the first time in eighteen years, the piercing bright lights blinded him. The sounds of sirens. The jolt of sound vibrations hitting against his spine, they were loud and commanding. Burned metal. The smell of a smoky fire from nearby began to alert him. Cold. The rush of chilly air from within the chamber made him jittery. He turned and peered into the glass, rubbing his right hand to remove the steam from the glass, a dark room was on the outside. Pushing the glass outward, he hopped out of his freezer, the bed he called home for most of his life.
He looked around the dark room, it seemed, as he was the only person in this particular room. He then began to remember one his last thoughts before he was laid in rest in a dark sleep, the fear of the unknown, a row children his age marched in one line, as if they were some in sort of internment camp, none of the other children knew what exactly was going on, some were crying others were left without a thought. A rather tall man in a gas mask walked up to him, he asked a rather revealing question: “Are you ready to save humanity?”
The sirens broke him out from his flashback. No longer in the unknown, he now knows. Fear no longer wrapped his body for security, he is The Security.
I am Jet Marciano, the Security Head of the Hyperion, he said in his mind.
Walking in front of the door, he heard hurried steps and frantic shouting. "EOS, open door". The door opened. He marched out, seeing others in the hallways, conversations in confusion. He went up to them and talked, telling them what to do and reassuring them that everything will be alright, thinking that they reached their charted destination. Then and there his life began, though the planet was his new unknown.
Age: 22
Race: Human
Origin: Being the product of a highly decorated CIA agent mother and a convicted war criminal father, Jet never met his real parents when he was young. His mother, Martha Buchleitner was a top CIA agent, receiving many accolades with her international work from her years of service. She met his wealthy father Rod Marciano, a tech tycoon genius, in New Miami, in East Florida -- the 64th State in America. Martha, who had been on assignment to investigate the underground world of weapon smuggling happening in the Gulf coast, fell in love with Rod while the two befriended each other as her investigation led to his company, finding out that one of his corporate investors had been connected to the illegal weapons smuggling. As this particular investor found out about this development, he elaborately framed Rod in a complex and highly calculated move to take over his web company. Even though Rod was innocent, Martha fell for the framing and locked Rod up in prison. Heartbroken and embarrassed for falling into the victim of love, she did not want to care for her child, as she ultimately felt that Jet was everything that Rod was, seeing Jet as simply deadweight in her eyes, she placed her son in the foster system.
Jet went to a various foster parents, having been a problem child with a huge range of emotions, he never found belonging. As the news media overhyped the Marciano-Buchleitner love story, foster parents would always taunt him for being the child of lousy parents: hearing statements like Your father was a fucking war criminal and Your mother is a whore, often physically and verbally abusing him. It was observed that Jet was rebellious, scheming with his foster siblings to run away often at the age of four in order to find his real parents -- as if they were just a city away waiting for him, instead, he eventually found that the outdoors and nature gave him peace and solicitude.
Curious about his ability to organize these runways and being the son of a top-notch CIA agent mother and a MENSA member father, the Titan Project acquired Jet as one of the colonists for the Hyperion, feeling that he may have potential to become a Head of Security.
Personality: Brave, powerful, and vulnerable, Jet finds himself cast as a leader whether he likes it or not, he prefers to go with “not”. Described as an introvert, Jet stresses the importance of research and observation before making crucial decisions, as head of Security, he maintains an area of seriousness within his jurisdiction. Whenever he feels that trouble slithers within the colony, he becomes vigilant to stomp any rooting cause.
Socially, you can pretty expect Jet to hide within the background during his downtime, dealing with trust issues and fearing that a fellow colonist may be planning some sort of plot against him, he tends to climb on top of the roof of the Hyperion and stay hours taking in the view of the sunrises and sunsets.
As Security Leader, he treats his men and women with the utmost respect and values their opinion whenever possible.
With the infinite amount of world to discover, Jet is not afraid to explore the inner depths of the jungle, climb to the highest peaks, dive into the deepest waters. To become one with the new planet becomes a natural stress reliever for him.
Ethnicity: American: Cuban-American & German-American Ancestry
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: Blurred vision. Opening his eyes for the first time in eighteen years, the piercing bright lights blinded him. The sounds of sirens. The jolt of sound vibrations hitting against his spine, they were loud and commanding. Burned metal. The smell of a smoky fire from nearby began to alert him. Cold. The rush of chilly air from within the chamber made him jittery. He turned and peered into the glass, rubbing his right hand to remove the steam from the glass, a dark room was on the outside. Pushing the glass outward, he hopped out of his freezer, the bed he called home for most of his life.
He looked around the dark room, it seemed, as he was the only person in this particular room. He then began to remember one his last thoughts before he was laid in rest in a dark sleep, the fear of the unknown, a row children his age marched in one line, as if they were some in sort of internment camp, none of the other children knew what exactly was going on, some were crying others were left without a thought. A rather tall man in a gas mask walked up to him, he asked a rather revealing question: “Are you ready to save humanity?”
The sirens broke him out from his flashback. No longer in the unknown, he now knows. Fear no longer wrapped his body for security, he is The Security.
I am Jet Marciano, the Security Head of the Hyperion, he said in his mind.
Walking in front of the door, he heard hurried steps and frantic shouting. "EOS, open door". The door opened. He marched out, seeing others in the hallways, conversations in confusion. He went up to them and talked, telling them what to do and reassuring them that everything will be alright, thinking that they reached their charted destination. Then and there his life began, though the planet was his new unknown.