Post by Quantum on Jul 31, 2009 22:37:37 GMT -8
Name: Quantum Verisov
Age: 19
Power: Cold & Ice Manipulation
Primary Skills:
Musical Talent = 1st degree
Engineering = 3rd degree
Repair = 3rd Degree
Driving (Aquatic) = 1st Degree
Navigation = 2nd Degree
Secondary Skills:
Science – Physics
Mechanics
Astronomy
Fishing
Languages
Mathematics
Etiquette
Profession (Current): Engineer
Profession (Past): Engineer
Marital Status: Single
Home World: Kessep
Religious Beliefs: Atheist
Socioeconomic Status: Wealthy (What else but to write books as a physicist?)
Cultural Upbringing: Living wealthy, some may say he was spoiled, but in fact it was quite the opposite. He was taught to only savor his money, not spend it. Over his years (after leaving Kessep in search of employment) he lost contact with the part of him that said to only buy what one must buy. His parent’s teachings lingered in an all but empty shadow of what they were.
Physical Description: Thin at best, with a tangle of curly blonde, brown brush perched upon his head, and a hawk-like nose. He was never quite considered a “ladies man.” With hands built like woven bamboo, and fingers such of a bird, they played piano swiftly and eagerly. He stands at a gangly height of 6.00’ his grim, boyish face, with eyes tinted hazel, towered above his family members. His legs made up much of his towering height. Pale and waxy, they were yet filled with the still-growing hair of a boy.
Wearing a tight, black spandex shirt and loose blue-jeans, he was always prepared for a short sail upon the glistening water’s of Kessep. Sailing kept him lean, fit and with a deep tan upon his upper torso and arms. Of course, shoes are never comfortable on Kessep. Every month or so, a new pair is bought simply to replace the “soiled” ones. Usually only a burnt brown or tan pair of dress boots is purchased. Numerous hats were kept around though always preferring the black, English bowler to his Father’s white fedora.
Personality: Quantum is brutally honest. Making all friendships incredibly short lived. Quite immature, he has never quite grasped the concept of feelings. He continuously batters himself for never even attempting to keep a friend (not that he needs them of course). Taking up piano at the age of eight kept him occupied when not studying the sciences, but could never fill that gap left within him.
His hardy parents always kept him glued to his tutor and his teachings, making Quantum reluctant to leave his grand abode. He could confide any such issues to his tutor, but usually did not. Quantum prefers not to interact with his parents a social level, only at professional level. Business, money, and profit were what conversations consisted of. Though always rounding out to be about how pale his legs are . . . a family joke if you will.
Always feeling so removed and isolated, he moved his teachings from physics, to astronomy. It was all about exploring the vast space beyond the atmosphere of Kessep. He takes no notice of life on these Outer Ring planets, but of the composition of their atmospheres, and the effect of gravity upon the planet. He considered himself an “adventurer,” but in his mind, that meant going to a single planet, studying it, and returning home to continue studies.
History: Born on the gorgeous planet of Kessep, luxury was no commodity, it was his life. No more, no less. As a child, he remained isolated from other humans. Thus, he buried himself in the studies of sciences at an early age, not letting the fair nature of the planet to get in his way. His parents endorsed his love of physics and so, they purchased a tutor for his sake. His name was Gregorio, Hans Gregorio. Fresh from the planet of Bitumen, he was tall, pale and a certified genius. His physical nature appealed much to Quantum, the fact that he was pale and lofty gave Quantum a sense kinship.
Studying with Hans for a good thirteen years (five to eighteen), they grew quite close. Sharing theories, stories and whatever they felt was necessary to one another happy. After five years of studying the basic core learning elements (Math, Sciences, and English), Quantum felt that he needed something that used up a bit more processing power, moving on to the hefty universe of theoretical physics. Whenever time permitted he would fiddle with various mechanical devices. He started from the engine of his jet-scooter, and worked all of the way up to the onboard computer of his father’s luxury star-cruiser.
After burning through theoretical physics, he decided to make the jump to Astronomy. Feeling lonely and isolated he turned to the planets of the Mid, and Outer rings, though his physics teachings always jumped in when least expected. After thirteen years of studying with Quantum, Hans quietly passed away in his sleep. This was devastating to Quantum, but alas, his time had come to leave Kessep. He was old enough, and was in search of an employer that could use his skills. His father offered him a job as steward on the jewel of his star-liner fleet The Uyriis, but Quantum politely turned him down and began his search for a position tailored to his liking.
RP Sample: Quantum had begun to connect the wires in the defunct hyper drive of his father’s luxury cruiser.
“Blue to blue, green to black, and uh, uh . . . aha! Red to yellow and orange to indigo! Got it! Right?”
“Indeed Quantum! Well done!” exclaimed Hans.
Quantum removed his hand from the bowels of the drive and gently closed the hatch.
“There is no more I can do for you in this subject Quantum. You have surpassed every expectation of mine! And now, perhaps a swim . . . care to join me Quantum?”
“Not today Hans, I’m working on a small project that needs tending to every several hours.”
“Eh? Suit yourself!”
Hans struts off down the hallway and disappears.
Quantum slips away to his room and opens a deep emerald colored chest at the foot of his bed. Inside was a sphere made up of thousands of geometric quartz-like crystals.
“Still processing it seems. That’s all right.”
Quantum had expected it to be long done with processing, but some things just take time. What he held in his hand was a processer capable of running the systems of the entirety of his father’s fleet. After about a year of gathering materials he had finally built it. He set it down in the chest and retrieved a small, ancient transistor radio. He commenced in prying the back off of the radio.
“What in the world?”
Full of tubes and wires, it was unlike anything he had ever seen before.
“Mmm, this’ll be fun.”
Sitting back, he began to work.
Age: 19
Power: Cold & Ice Manipulation
Primary Skills:
Musical Talent = 1st degree
Engineering = 3rd degree
Repair = 3rd Degree
Driving (Aquatic) = 1st Degree
Navigation = 2nd Degree
Secondary Skills:
Science – Physics
Mechanics
Astronomy
Fishing
Languages
Mathematics
Etiquette
Profession (Current): Engineer
Profession (Past): Engineer
Marital Status: Single
Home World: Kessep
Religious Beliefs: Atheist
Socioeconomic Status: Wealthy (What else but to write books as a physicist?)
Cultural Upbringing: Living wealthy, some may say he was spoiled, but in fact it was quite the opposite. He was taught to only savor his money, not spend it. Over his years (after leaving Kessep in search of employment) he lost contact with the part of him that said to only buy what one must buy. His parent’s teachings lingered in an all but empty shadow of what they were.
Physical Description: Thin at best, with a tangle of curly blonde, brown brush perched upon his head, and a hawk-like nose. He was never quite considered a “ladies man.” With hands built like woven bamboo, and fingers such of a bird, they played piano swiftly and eagerly. He stands at a gangly height of 6.00’ his grim, boyish face, with eyes tinted hazel, towered above his family members. His legs made up much of his towering height. Pale and waxy, they were yet filled with the still-growing hair of a boy.
Wearing a tight, black spandex shirt and loose blue-jeans, he was always prepared for a short sail upon the glistening water’s of Kessep. Sailing kept him lean, fit and with a deep tan upon his upper torso and arms. Of course, shoes are never comfortable on Kessep. Every month or so, a new pair is bought simply to replace the “soiled” ones. Usually only a burnt brown or tan pair of dress boots is purchased. Numerous hats were kept around though always preferring the black, English bowler to his Father’s white fedora.
Personality: Quantum is brutally honest. Making all friendships incredibly short lived. Quite immature, he has never quite grasped the concept of feelings. He continuously batters himself for never even attempting to keep a friend (not that he needs them of course). Taking up piano at the age of eight kept him occupied when not studying the sciences, but could never fill that gap left within him.
His hardy parents always kept him glued to his tutor and his teachings, making Quantum reluctant to leave his grand abode. He could confide any such issues to his tutor, but usually did not. Quantum prefers not to interact with his parents a social level, only at professional level. Business, money, and profit were what conversations consisted of. Though always rounding out to be about how pale his legs are . . . a family joke if you will.
Always feeling so removed and isolated, he moved his teachings from physics, to astronomy. It was all about exploring the vast space beyond the atmosphere of Kessep. He takes no notice of life on these Outer Ring planets, but of the composition of their atmospheres, and the effect of gravity upon the planet. He considered himself an “adventurer,” but in his mind, that meant going to a single planet, studying it, and returning home to continue studies.
History: Born on the gorgeous planet of Kessep, luxury was no commodity, it was his life. No more, no less. As a child, he remained isolated from other humans. Thus, he buried himself in the studies of sciences at an early age, not letting the fair nature of the planet to get in his way. His parents endorsed his love of physics and so, they purchased a tutor for his sake. His name was Gregorio, Hans Gregorio. Fresh from the planet of Bitumen, he was tall, pale and a certified genius. His physical nature appealed much to Quantum, the fact that he was pale and lofty gave Quantum a sense kinship.
Studying with Hans for a good thirteen years (five to eighteen), they grew quite close. Sharing theories, stories and whatever they felt was necessary to one another happy. After five years of studying the basic core learning elements (Math, Sciences, and English), Quantum felt that he needed something that used up a bit more processing power, moving on to the hefty universe of theoretical physics. Whenever time permitted he would fiddle with various mechanical devices. He started from the engine of his jet-scooter, and worked all of the way up to the onboard computer of his father’s luxury star-cruiser.
After burning through theoretical physics, he decided to make the jump to Astronomy. Feeling lonely and isolated he turned to the planets of the Mid, and Outer rings, though his physics teachings always jumped in when least expected. After thirteen years of studying with Quantum, Hans quietly passed away in his sleep. This was devastating to Quantum, but alas, his time had come to leave Kessep. He was old enough, and was in search of an employer that could use his skills. His father offered him a job as steward on the jewel of his star-liner fleet The Uyriis, but Quantum politely turned him down and began his search for a position tailored to his liking.
RP Sample: Quantum had begun to connect the wires in the defunct hyper drive of his father’s luxury cruiser.
“Blue to blue, green to black, and uh, uh . . . aha! Red to yellow and orange to indigo! Got it! Right?”
“Indeed Quantum! Well done!” exclaimed Hans.
Quantum removed his hand from the bowels of the drive and gently closed the hatch.
“There is no more I can do for you in this subject Quantum. You have surpassed every expectation of mine! And now, perhaps a swim . . . care to join me Quantum?”
“Not today Hans, I’m working on a small project that needs tending to every several hours.”
“Eh? Suit yourself!”
Hans struts off down the hallway and disappears.
Quantum slips away to his room and opens a deep emerald colored chest at the foot of his bed. Inside was a sphere made up of thousands of geometric quartz-like crystals.
“Still processing it seems. That’s all right.”
Quantum had expected it to be long done with processing, but some things just take time. What he held in his hand was a processer capable of running the systems of the entirety of his father’s fleet. After about a year of gathering materials he had finally built it. He set it down in the chest and retrieved a small, ancient transistor radio. He commenced in prying the back off of the radio.
“What in the world?”
Full of tubes and wires, it was unlike anything he had ever seen before.
“Mmm, this’ll be fun.”
Sitting back, he began to work.
