[center][color=9e0b0f][h1]Ailbeart Rend[/h1][/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/8tBDyT4.jpg[/img] [h3][i]"[i]I dominated the world of the past. I deserve to see the world of the future.[/i]" [/i][/h3][/center] [hr][hr] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Name[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Ailbeart William Rend[/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Role[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Crewmate 4[list] [*]The Leader [/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Age[/u][/b][/color] [indent]73[/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Gender[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Reputation[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Ailbeart is not a man to be taken lightly. He has rarely performed an action or conversed with someone without having some ulterior motive. His mind never strays from his long-term goals, and he is commonly blunt when interacted with. If you are not serving a purpose to his benefit in some way, then he will remove you from his vicinity, if he can. He is respected by his few equals as an intellectual and a manipulator, and those who find themselves within his jurisdiction will either fear him or have been enticed by a promise in his words or an item in his hand.[/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Appearance[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Ailbeart is not a physically imposing person - it is instead his intense personality and past actions that compose his threatening outlook. He has, in fact, an average anatomy. He is not noticeably tall, nor fat or thin, muscled or frail, by definition. His legs and torso are recognised with acceptable proportions. He bears no apparent birthmarks, blemishes or markings - though cosmetic tampering is likely to have occurred at some point, for the man had possessed a small birthmark on his forehead throughout his childhood that is no longer visible, and had never existed, according to Ailbeart. His head hair, grey - following several decades of a solid brown colour - and receding, contrasts with a thick and full beard, and a pair of prominent, down-turned eyebrows. His eyes are somewhat striking, vivid sky-blue, those that never look away first. He has a pert, aquiline nose and a small, reserved mouth. He has deep, hollow cheeks, sunken with age and solemnity. His ears are large, and becoming more so as his hair vanishes, to Ailbeart's chagrin. For an undisclosed reason he has worn a form of eye-patch covering his left eye for the past fifteen years.[/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Height[/u][/b][/color] [indent]173 centimetres / 5 feet and 8(.11) inches[/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Weight[/u][/b][/color] [indent]161 pounds / 73 kilogrammes [/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Positive Traits:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Determined [*]Intelligent [*]Logical [*]Calm [*]Commanding [/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Negative Traits:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Unempathetic [*]Suspicious [*]Patronising [*]Hostile [*]Laconic [*]Stubborn [/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Personality Description[/u][/b][/color] [indent]From an early age, Ailbeart Rend was a [b][color=9e0b0f]determined[/color][/b] man. He usually got what he wanted, as soon as it was possible for him to get it. He was able through various means to overcome most obstacles, whereby using cunning, manipulation or available resources, and achieve each ultimate goal - from getting a toy he wanted as a child to getting a certain woman to sleep with him as a young adult. As he aged, however, Ailbeart found that the first strategy, that of cunning, was the most reliable and effective means of achievement. He devoted a great portion of his life to becoming [b][color=9e0b0f]intelligent[/color][/b], both in the way of knowledge and quick-thinking. Through great efforts - collecting and poring over a veritable library, with texts covering such topics as history, language, business and science, he become competent enough to cope in most unforeseen situations. Despite this advantage, Ailbeart is not ambitious or greedy to the point of foolishness. He is a [b][color=9e0b0f]logical[/color][/b] man, who doesn't take risks that he perceives might have consequences, and analyses situations based on the facts and past evidence that he is aware of. Another trait of his is in the realm of composure, as he is always able to remain [b][color=9e0b0f]calm[/color][/b], even in the face of overwhelming odds and challenging circumstances. That, combined with formidable analytical talents, allow him to perform various feats - such as to study a person quickly and attempt to derive their motives or feelings, or to be able to identify unexpected changes in a situation and adapt to deal with them. As such, he is often able to rapidly become superior in a conversation or occasionally a fight, and as a result take on a [b][color=9e0b0f]commanding[/color][/b] personality, where others would fall behind or shirk the responsibility. He is able to guide a circumstance to a point completely under his control or at least to an acceptable standard. With these aspects of Ailbeart Rend in mind, one might compare him to that of a robot - constantly analysing what is in front of him, and trying to gain the upper hand with not a single considerate thought to what another person might be thinking or feeling. These observations are accurate, and reveal thus: Ailbeart is unapologetically [b][color=9e0b0f]unempathetic[/color][/b], and inadvertently [b][color=9e0b0f]suspicious[/color][/b]. He, for the most part, is unable to connect emotionally to objects and people, whether intentionally or not. He doesn't have pleasant relationships, and his lovers are only that for one night or two. He comes across as [b][color=9e0b0f]patronising[/color][/b], to both new faces and old, and he truly does believe that he knows more and is worth more than most people. Furthermore, if someone were to displease or annoy him, to act in any way at all outside of his wishes, then he would be [b][color=9e0b0f]hostile[/color][/b] to them for an overlong period of time. Some find difficulty with even abiding by his standards, for his final fault is that he is [b][color=9e0b0f]laconic[/color][/b] - never speaking for long. He might state an opinion or give a command, but he will only do it once, because he expects people to be listening with intent. These negative traits would reveal themselves as byproducts of both nurture and nature, if one were to delve into Ailbeart's past. He had difficult relationships with his family, and often contested encounters with his parents - who eventually abandoned their child emotionally, still leaving him with a notable fortune but without people to teach him how to use it morally and for the good of the many rather than just the good of the few. Aside from that, Ailbeart was known to refuse to change his ways even at a very early age, displaying his later tendency for being [b][color=9e0b0f]stubborn[/color][/b], for nothing more than the sake of it. He had a hand in pushing himself to becoming so emotionally distant and universally disliked. Ailbeart had been presented with offers of camaraderie throughout his childhood, yet his personality was destined to avoid that practically as soon as he developed one. In the main, Ailbeart Rend is not a man whom one talks casually with. He is a man born into social superiority, who fell into isolation and a burgeoning self-worth as a child. He is a man possessing determination strong enough to maintain his level of intelligence and commanding qualities through several decades, a man who was always going to reach his potential despite what others thought. He is a man who treats people as tools, who studies them with a disrespectful, analytical eye for the sole reason of displaying his superiority over them as soon as possible. And while he possesses qualities of leadership, they are qualities of a harsh, autocratic leader, whom is able to dictate commands but who will refuse to consider even a word in the manner of suggestion from those he has responsibility over.[/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Likes[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Power [*]Reading [*]Alcohol [*]Money[/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Dislikes[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Physical exertion [*]Loud noises [*]People [*]Not getting what he wants[/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Skills[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Analytical mind [*]Very knowledgeable [*]Imperturbability[/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Quirks[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Never repeats something twice [*]Never breaks eye contact [*]Often fiddles with his eye-patch[/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Pet Peeves[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]When people can do things that he can't do himself [*]Humanity's dependence on technology [*]Any sign of his own physical or mental capabilities deteriorating[/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Weaknesses[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Old age [*]Uncompromising stubbornness [*]Affinity towards alcohol[/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]Fears[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Death [*]Technological dependence [*]The unknown[/list][/indent] [color=9e0b0f][b][u]History[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Ailbeart William Rend was born in Livingston, Scotland on the 5th of August, 1979. His first name was Scottish Gaelic for the name 'Albert', picked by Ailbeart's mother due to its meaning of 'nobility'. The Rend family was not part of any monarchy and did not possess great political influence, yet they saw themselves as a kind of nobility in their manner and in their own household. The self-worth that Ailbeart so brashly displayed in his life was not original - for his parents were just the same in that way. To further effect, and confusion, the boy was given the middle name 'William', specifically after William the Lion, a 12th Century Scottish King. Ailbeart's father had been inspired by William's perseverance in reclaiming the land of Northumberland from the Angevin Kings of England, and in this at least Ailbeart showed some similarities. Soon into the boy's life, however, his parents' pride faltered in extending to include their son. They were not the most caring of people, and Ailbeart proved to be a difficult child, for he would rarely cry, or laugh, or make any action at all. Instead he would sit and watch quietly, as much as a young child can, for he still spoke and moved and wailed on occasion. Still, it appeared that this inaction and overall strangeness was enough for Ailbeart's parents to love him less, and to abstain from parading their child around, because he lacked the cuteness and energy that would have made his parents proud. The Rend couple thus made excuses for themselves: the child had a secure upbringing guaranteed, as the father was a nuclear engineer - a rich man indeed who had found his fortune in innovations in safety. Ailbeart would surely want for nothing, and they had household attendants who could easily fill the role of mother and father to the child. Moreover, the mother was a social presence, responsible for turning the rich couple into aristocratic figures. Outlook was very important to them, and they possessed something of a natural snobbery that would later appear within Ailbeart. Thus they had settled into this kind of lifestyle, hosting events and donating to charities but not really doing much else, and definitely not things that required unnecessary amounts of effort. They were simply unfit to raise a child properly, so they provided resources and then distanced themselves, as much as they could when living in the same house, from the child. Ailbeart grew up alone, with no siblings and only a relationship with his upbringers as much as them keeping him alive and healthy. The child was irrevocably effected by that lack of an emotional presence in his life. In fact, the most emotion he saw in his childhood was in the words of books he would often turn to for entertainment and to pass the time. His early devotion to knowledge and intelligence was indeed early, at nine years old, after his provided private school education proved insufficient for the budding boy. His personality developed much as his intellect did - logically, even mechanically. He had few friends and little social contact, and this hardened him and effectively closed the doors forever to his emotional side, if there even was one. Money always remained no concern, yet the adage proved itself personally for Ailbeart when he discovered that money simply didn't buy you happiness. It only bought more opulent clothing and furniture, more delicious food and more exotic drinks. However, over time, this became enough for him. In his early twenties, Ailbeart settled into his personality once and for all. His knowledge was vast, and already he was developing business ventures. Sexual desires were a minor inhibition to the man's work, though once he had discovered the possibility of dominance in the bedroom, he did pursue women to some extent, and the outcome always brought him some pleasure. Otherwise, minor things did not please Ailbeart. He only found solace in achieving immense goals, and expanding his own business projects to include more people under his control. Obstacles were somewhat welcome in the face of achieving these goals, so long as they proved surmountable. Ailbeart was very much interested in expanding his own capabilities and never having them devolve. These years in business refined and tested him repeatedly, in several different fields. Each venture followed the same formula - Ailbeart would come up with an idea, acquire the start-up capital, hire employees and manage the business until it was successful. Yet, instead of furthering each venture into becoming huge successes, he would abandon the project or delegate leadership to some of his employees in favour of starting a new venture with new challenges. Ailbeart's funds were growing, and the fortune left by his parents was certainly not depleted, so there was never any danger of bankruptcy or even struggle. The more projects that Rend created, the more people who worked under him, and the more the man's reputation grew among business owners in the country, and eventually multi-nationally. He grew to be a global success, and a famous figure renowned for his effective leadership but harsh human relations. His employees in any instance were little more than expendable tools, and he was known to fire people if they so much as spent too long eating lunch. Ailbeart had achieved every goal he had created for himself, and was content with simply continuing with his formula, but the world was changing in disturbing ways. Technology was becoming more integrated with society and people's lives - and so too in the workplace were people disappearing to be replaced by machines. People could easily use technology to find all the knowledge in seconds that Ailbeart had devoted his entire childhood to learning. Businessmen were finding it easier to progress, finding less barriers to oppose their projects, and eventually reaching a point when they could call Rend their equal. The world was changing, and for Ailbeart, for this man so rooted in the past, in tradition - the change was unbearable. As global conflict burgeoned like a festering tumour, and humanity suffered between a decreasing quality of life and a pitiful reliance on technology, Ailbeart desperately sought a way out - a way to restore the circumstances, the opportunities and the challenges that he had grown up observing. It was then that he discovered Project Renascence, a miracle in the works that promised everything he desired. Yet, it was their selection, of just six people in a world of billions, that proved the final obstacle to Ailbeart's ultimate goal - survival. They would never consider Rend - he was too old, and not nearly virile enough. Yet, Ailbeart knew he was worthy for the task. He had an unrivalled intellect, decades of experience leading people, and he had achieved goals most could only dream of. There was no question about it, he was going to be a part of Project Renascence, no matter what. He accosted the Cryonautics company with the intensity of a storm, bribing whomever he needed to and having his hired muscle literally drag the security out of his path. The few cryotanks were not scheduled to be filled for a short amount of time, but Ailbeart would [i]not[/i] be stopped. His goal was within reach, so he would not wait to achieve it. He finally reached his destination in the bowls of the facility, holding a head scientist at gunpoint until the preparation was ready. Rend took care of the last precautions within seconds, bestowing the rest of his fortune on this scientist who he had thought susceptible - for perhaps he thought the world was salvageable, and Rend knew that in the end, any man could be bought. Then, upon swallowing the pill required before entering the cryotank, Ailbeart shot his three hired muscle in the head, and ensured this scientist would allow no man to disrupt his cryotank - whether by lying, bribing others or resorting to a spare gun that Rend left with him. The gun that he had on hand, he took with him into the cryotank. As the pill stilled his heartbeat and cleared his racing mind, Ailbeart thought of the future, and for the first time in a long time, he was genuinely happy.[/indent] [hr][hr] [center] - DECEASED - [/center]