Post by Xander Pendlebury on Oct 29, 2013 10:42:05 GMT -8
Name: Xander Eddie Pendlebury
Age: 22
Race: Human
Origin: Xander’s parents met during the Great Civil War in England, Xander’s mother Margaret was a Combat Camera Officer while his father Martin was an on-location correspondent for the BBC. When the Great Civil War ended, his parents mended a place in the countryside where they started a family. Xander was the youngest child of 7 children. Margaret retired from the British Armed Forces and became a well-known mystery writer while Martin became a media consultant for the Scotland Yard.
The British Armed Forces contacted Margaret and Martin as they were looking for prime candidates for the Titan Project. With a well polished background from both sides of the family, his parents were considered the perfect candidates to donate a child. After a long debate, his parents decided to help their country and humanity by donating their youngest child Xander.
Years after the launch, Margaret and Martin felt rather heartbroken and guilty about their decision to give up their child. On a regular basis until the destruction of Earth, his parents decided to send Xander video messages to the Hyperion via The Collection, hoping that their son would eventually discover these precious video transcripts.
Personality: Thorough and consistent, Xander often needs the approval of others in order for him to feel legitimized. He tends to lead a traditional and organized life, a standardized homebody who would rather spend his free time in The Collection and writing research reports for the Colony.
He is observant, he often likes to stare at people and watch their activities from a distance.
He is outgoing and cooperative, finding ways to bring out the best in others. With a strong moral code, he is selfless.
Ethnicity: English
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: Making his was through various areas of the colony, Xander has been in a bit of a haze. He had just been through the Medical Unit where the nurses and medical assistants had done his vitals. As with many of the other colonists, he had been approved with good health. Just the idea of waking up alarmed Xander, he had all these programing data in his head but while at the same time he was like a fresh coat of paint, still wet enough to get lost within the reconstruction of the colony. This idea that they were all transplanted into this single ship and dropped into the inner depths of the galaxies with the obligation to survive and colonized intrigued him a little.
Going through the hallways, he was intrigued with watching others. Xander could tell that some of them had this feeling of nervousness, the idea that there has been a site of uncertainty and the obvious sign of responsibility entrusted into each one of them. Earlier, he saw the medical professionals, each one of them seemed calm and collective, knowing their professions were vital to the survival of the ship, each one of them automatically knew what to do and what to say, he was fascinated on how each one of them were sophisticatedly programmed that way. He also encountered the Security personal and Military officers, each one of them being authoritative and helpful.
As a librarian, he didn’t have much to do. He decided to drop by the Supply Depot and check out equipment that was available to him. Somehow, the programming in his head told him to follow the corridors and go down staircases. Unfortunately, when he arrived, he didn’t find any associates available. He walked into a room where a garage of vehicles were seating together in a collection, “Wow…” he said marveling at the beauty of each piece of machinery. Then, he heard someone talking, part of him told him that he may be unauthorized to be at this location, he did not want to get into trouble. He then heard steps, and for some reason he decided to cower and hide behind the checkout desk. He saw a young, petite lady walking in front of him, he closed his eyes, hoping that his silence would go unnoticed.
Age: 22
Race: Human
Origin: Xander’s parents met during the Great Civil War in England, Xander’s mother Margaret was a Combat Camera Officer while his father Martin was an on-location correspondent for the BBC. When the Great Civil War ended, his parents mended a place in the countryside where they started a family. Xander was the youngest child of 7 children. Margaret retired from the British Armed Forces and became a well-known mystery writer while Martin became a media consultant for the Scotland Yard.
The British Armed Forces contacted Margaret and Martin as they were looking for prime candidates for the Titan Project. With a well polished background from both sides of the family, his parents were considered the perfect candidates to donate a child. After a long debate, his parents decided to help their country and humanity by donating their youngest child Xander.
Years after the launch, Margaret and Martin felt rather heartbroken and guilty about their decision to give up their child. On a regular basis until the destruction of Earth, his parents decided to send Xander video messages to the Hyperion via The Collection, hoping that their son would eventually discover these precious video transcripts.
Personality: Thorough and consistent, Xander often needs the approval of others in order for him to feel legitimized. He tends to lead a traditional and organized life, a standardized homebody who would rather spend his free time in The Collection and writing research reports for the Colony.
He is observant, he often likes to stare at people and watch their activities from a distance.
He is outgoing and cooperative, finding ways to bring out the best in others. With a strong moral code, he is selfless.
Ethnicity: English
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: Making his was through various areas of the colony, Xander has been in a bit of a haze. He had just been through the Medical Unit where the nurses and medical assistants had done his vitals. As with many of the other colonists, he had been approved with good health. Just the idea of waking up alarmed Xander, he had all these programing data in his head but while at the same time he was like a fresh coat of paint, still wet enough to get lost within the reconstruction of the colony. This idea that they were all transplanted into this single ship and dropped into the inner depths of the galaxies with the obligation to survive and colonized intrigued him a little.
Going through the hallways, he was intrigued with watching others. Xander could tell that some of them had this feeling of nervousness, the idea that there has been a site of uncertainty and the obvious sign of responsibility entrusted into each one of them. Earlier, he saw the medical professionals, each one of them seemed calm and collective, knowing their professions were vital to the survival of the ship, each one of them automatically knew what to do and what to say, he was fascinated on how each one of them were sophisticatedly programmed that way. He also encountered the Security personal and Military officers, each one of them being authoritative and helpful.
As a librarian, he didn’t have much to do. He decided to drop by the Supply Depot and check out equipment that was available to him. Somehow, the programming in his head told him to follow the corridors and go down staircases. Unfortunately, when he arrived, he didn’t find any associates available. He walked into a room where a garage of vehicles were seating together in a collection, “Wow…” he said marveling at the beauty of each piece of machinery. Then, he heard someone talking, part of him told him that he may be unauthorized to be at this location, he did not want to get into trouble. He then heard steps, and for some reason he decided to cower and hide behind the checkout desk. He saw a young, petite lady walking in front of him, he closed his eyes, hoping that his silence would go unnoticed.
