[hider=WIP] [center][img][/img][/center] [center][i]"As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts."[/i][/center] [center][h3][color=khaki]General Information[/color][/h3][/center]                                                                  [u]Name:[/u] Martin Lowry [u]Nicknames:[/u] Marty [u]Gender:[/u] Male [u]Age:[/u] 27 [u]Birthday:[/u] 3rd of October [u]Distinguishing Features:[/u] Martin has a crisp and clear Scottish accent spoken with a high register of English, he rarely swears and often scorns others for doing it. Martin was also born with an extra finger on each hand, the black gloves he normally wears often obscure this but if one were paying attention to his hands they would notice the dastardly added fingers. [center][h3][color=khaki]Relationship Status[/color][/h3][/center] [u]Relationship Status:[/u] Single [u]Sexuality:[/u] Heterosexual [u]Partner:[/u] None [u]Father:[/u] Michel Lowry [u]Mother:[/u] Minnie Lowry [u]Siblings(Age Order):[/u] Maud (18), Mary(16), Meredith(14), Maxine(14). [u]Pets:[/u] A black and white cat back home named Margret. [center][h3][color=khaki]Personal Details[/color][/h3][/center] [u]Personality:[/u] The Shetland islands had never been populated thoroughly, and even less so when Marty was a boy growing up there. He spent much of his time standing at cliffs' edges and staring off into space; or helping his father with his work that he always insisted was of the most paramount importance; or sitting in front of his mother, who was coincidentally his home school teacher. The combination of isolation, willingly accepting orders and thorough teaching have made him a strange individual; he takes to orders naturally and completes them with speed and competence, however once drawn into his work - or anything - Marty is unresponsive and distant, often to the vexation of the people around him. Despite this he has the charm that comes from being totally oblivious. His gullibility aside, Martin stands on high moral ground whether consciously or by virtue of his nature, helping people who needed help or didn't know they needed help as first nature. As such he has been the focus of criticisms and cruel jokes, and the attention of woman who found him sweet. Though none of the relationships went through as he was prone to ramble when anxious or nervous, being around a large amount of people let alone women made him very nervous indeed. Most of this has died away though it is something that still happens from time to time. Though if that's a product of him being nervous or in another dimension is something entirely. He is not opposed to a bit of fun, though his idea of fun isn't really compatible with that of most people, but his default mode tends to lead him to sitting about and day dreaming for leisure. He appears quite boring in that respect. Despite his air-headed demeanor, Marty is grounded firmly, knowing his own limits and existing within the realms of utility as opposed to frivolousness. [u]Likes:[/u] Lists, Machines, Toast, The Occasional Cigarette, Books, The Ocean, Birds, Children and Adolescents. [u]Dislikes:[/u] Swearing, Drinking, Womanizing, Having His Things Rearranged. [u]Biography:[/u] [hider=Patient 987; Recording No. 1] *[i]A voice recorder clicks and the reels inside begin to whir to life, the sound of distantly hissing status is heard for a few moments before the calmly spoken voice of a woman can be heard[/i]* Mr. Lowry... Excuse me, Mr. Lowry? Hm? The Recorder is on. Ah, Yes. *[i]The audible sound of rustling as Martin adjusts himself in his seat[/i]* Indeed, Good morning Mr. Lowery, How are you feeling this morning? ... Mr. Lowry? There's a gull out there, I wonder what it's doing so far from the ocean. ...Right. Lets see, Martin Ahab Lowry. Ahab, that's an interesting middle name, why were you given it? Why is anyone named anything? *More rustling, followed by the sound of a lighter* Do you think that seagull has a name... Mr. Lowry? Hm? Your name? Ah, Yes. Ahab, the captain of the Pequod from Moby Dick. My father never failed to read it over and over to me until I learned to read on my own. Were you close to your father? No, not exceptionally, but we were not distant. Somewhere between his work and his trips he made time for me. I suppose we were close in that case, in our own way. Though we did grow further apart when we moved to England, when my sister Maud was born. [/hider] [u]Synoptic Biography:[/u] Martin Ahab Lowry was born to a couple who claimed to be estranged relatives of Queen Elizabeth, from the very nature of his parents it would seem that his childhood would be odd if not turbulent. Michel Lowry was an esteemed biologist, working under the patronage of the Royal Society of Science in the United Kingdom; he was given grants to travel across the empire and catalogue new creatures, with his specialization being in birds and marine invertebrates. His mother on the other hand was a parish teacher, daughter of a parish priest from the north of England, the marriage had been one of utility, she needed a husband to secure her future well-being and Michel desired a wife to pass on his genetics. Martin and his mother lived on a remote island in The Shetland Archipelago with his father, who insisted on wanting to keep his work and his family close. [center][h3][color=khaki]Plasmids[/color][/h3][/center] [/hider] Sorry for my absence, I've been studying, so this is all I've managed for long. As for my bio, it's going to be quite long due to the format I've decided to do it in. I might have to add a synopsis and then continue.