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Bio
My name is DJ. I am a roleplayer. A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now. I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me - I run a small YouTube channel. - I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music. - I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
[P H I L I P W A R D E N] [34] | [MALE] | [5' 10"] | [A+]
General Information
NAME: Philip "Phil" Warden
PSEUDONYM: Aidan Johnson
APPEARANCE: Phil stands five feet ten inches tall, with a short head of black hair, scruffy but close shaved, with a bit of a scruffy beard to match. His build is rather muscled but gone soft, with a bit of a gut to match, along with rather hairy arms and legs. He typically dresses in plaid, collared shirts and work jeans, with steel-tipped work shoes if he's to be on a construction site. If he's not at work, his clothes are a lot more casual; polo shirts but with plain, muted pastel colours, slacks or jeans and regular ol' shoes. The glasses he wears are also rather plain; black, full-frame or half-frame spectacles that have lenses which are safety-rated for construction sites. He is rather normal looking, almost average in stature and build combined, and he keeps himself looking average and normal just so he doesn't attract undue attention.
OCCUPATION: Phil once was a construction project manager, focused on all aspects of interior construction work, from the measurements, planning, electric and plumbing, to safety, working with some big clients for equally big and sometimes small venues across New York City. The company he worked for wasn't big enough to warrant massive projects like brand new malls or flagship stores for famous brands, but he personally did work for several retail outlets, high-rise apartments and office spaces. Phil also had some connections through the city, not as many as you'd think, but regular clients who came back to the company for multiple different projects, small in scale in different locations around the city.
Phil is protective of the people that work under him. Being in an industry where even the slightest mistake or misstep could cost lives, Phil's knowledge, both technical and from experience, of workplace safety and many, many other examples of workplace accidents that killed workers in other companies have made Philip a rather protective soul. Safety in construction terms not only means the safety of those who would use the building in the future, but also of the workers and site supervisors working on the building in question. These groups of people often include his friends, close and trusted colleagues and industrious, hardworking individuals. People that he cares about not just as a manager but as a person.
VICE: Malice
Philip's work involves a lot of talking to people. And sometimes people can be right assholes. When people are assholes to him on the street, fine, he can just brush it off and say that they're having a bad day. But when it comes to clients or the colleagues of clients being assholes to him, it really does drive him up the wall. Sometimes, that pressure and stress does come to a head and he does wish that he could do them great harm so that they would not bother him any more. This inner malice translates to tiny outbursts that he attempts to keep under control with deep breathing and small little meditations to clear his mind and calm his anger.
PERSONAL GOALS: Phil, being the thoughtful person that he is, was initially very confused as to what happened on June 6th. But, through some cursory digging, came up with the name: Pyramid Microsystems. And that was the beginning of a mystery and his involvement with the equally mysterious Gage. His current personal goal is to find out who or what are Pyramid Microsystems and learn the secret of the June 6th incident that almost ruined his career and the company he worked for. If the only way is to work with Gage, then that's the road that Phil will walk until the end, when he has the answers he needs to clear his name and the name of the company that he worked hard for.
PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Phil's life story is all about numbers, measurements and minute details. But that's what makes him shine the most: putting together the myriad pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and forming a building that people can live in and work in. Something that makes people smile when they walk through the doors of their new apartment, or an office space that isn't stuffy and crowded and boring. That's what brings him joy through his work and working with like-minded people accentuates the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment that comes from closing a business deal and finishing the last bits of a big project that everyone on the team can be proud of.
FEARS:
Failure
Death
Killing someone/seeing someone get killed
LIKES:
Beer
Steak (Medium rare)
Classic rock music
Maintaining his '77 Chevrolet Camaro
Dumb '80s or '80s-style action movies
Barbecues
DISLIKES:
Pretentious people
Mint and chocolate chip ice cream
People who are jerks just to be jerks
Bureaucrats who obstruct his work for personal gain or glory
QUIRKS:
Phil adjusts his spectacles by gripping the right lens frame with index and thumb and pushing it up on his nose. Always. Never in any other manner. And he does this when he's nervous or stressed out.
Adding to this, when he is nervous or under stress, he tends to talk to himself, muttering under his breath to collect his thoughts and go through them in sequential order to make sure he's doing something right.
Background Information
”I build things. I solve practical problems. Just...don't give me a gun. Alright?"
Phil was born in Queens and grew up under a father who had spent many years as a site supervisor and project manager in the construction business, thus paving the way for his son's education and future in the same line. From young, Philip saw the wonder in the high-rise world, towering skyscrapers and sparkling glass and steel structures that loomed over his head. Growing up in New York City meant seeing the giant towers of civilisation that was Manhattan and his father always told him that some of the big buildings had his handiwork inside them, offices and shopping malls, theaters and salad bars. That inspired young Phil to, well, play with Lego when he was growing up, attempting to imitate the same buildings that his dad had made.
He spent several years studying different aspects of construction engineering and interning at big firms, learning the ropes the same way his dad did before him. The early years of his life were spent gathering work experience, mostly being the assistant to an actual project coordinator and learning the workflow of this particular field. But after he graduated from university, he was conflicted. There were so many things he could do, companies he could apply for. His father, giving him one last piece of advice before he passed away due to old age, was to follow his heart. So that's what he did, applying to a rather moderate sized interior construction company for the position of an assistant supervisor. A position that he secured easily with his prior training and internship experience.
Phil stayed in the same company for a few years, learning the tricks of the trade. He went from being a mere assistant to a small time supervisor in his own right, working under his senior colleagues to help manage smaller projects and lightening the workload for them. Proving himself capable with numbers and having a good eye for detail and picking out mistakes in a sea of legal words and large numbers, soon he was promoted to supervisor and put in charge of bigger and bigger projects, handling calls from clients and making sure the workers on the ground weren't making any big mistakes.
The company that Phil worked for was the same one that was contracted to measure, plan and build several office floors within the Beacon building, by sheer happenstance. Phil took the job not knowing of the ramifications of his decision in the future. After all, it was just another job for him. Something for the company and he to tackle together and more reputation built on his name. At the time, he didn't know anything about Pyramid or the spiderweb of trouble he was going to get himself into in the future, but the decision haunted him days after the incident.
The job was simple: the company was contracted by a financial aggregation and to measure out, design and build several floors worth of offices, including all the necessary amenities. He was personally on site at the Beacon building, doing measurements of each office space, bathroom, break room and other rooms, a process that took several weeks of careful, room by room measuring. The work after that was slightly simpler: mapping out a virtual 3D model of what the clients wanted the interiors to look like while keeping to the internal measurements already taken of the site. Then came planning out materials, costs involved, sourcing said materials and so on. The whole project took several months to complete but the effort was well worth it; shiny new office spaces, restrooms and break rooms and a satisfied client.
The following year, the June 6th incident occurred. Philip was shocked: the very same building he'd done interior work on was the subject of a massive investigation and supposed cover-up by Homeland Security. Something very, very wrong had happened that day and, even though they weren't to blame, the building's safety network and other facilities were put under a microscope. Intense investigations that involved their company, among others, that slowly petered out over the course of two weeks. Philip was questioned, of course. As the lead project manager, he was the one responsible for several of the office floors that were involved in the supposed hostage situation. He answered the questions of the police thoroughly and carefully, leaving out nothing to make sure he could clear his name. Which did happen, but by then the damage was done.
After the incident, the reputation of his company and his name were tarnished. Phil's work started to slip; minor mistakes in cost calculations that could set the company back substantial sums of money. Overlooking emails because of the stress of having been investigated. Less work came in because of the incident and it all felt like he was to blame. His boss, having noticed his formerly efficient, hardworking project supervisor suddenly going down the drain in terms of work quality, pulled him aside one day and had a heart to heart with him. Yes, they still needed Phil because his mind was like no other and he had a valuable, important set of skills that would devalue the company if he left. But he needed a break. Everybody could see how much the whole shebang had affected him and he didn't want Phil to overwork himself. So he gave him a month off to rest, destress and recover from the ordeal. It was a break he readily welcomed, despite objecting on the inside to the enforced leave. But he knew his own limits: Phil didn't want to endanger himself or the people he worked with, so he calmly and quietly took his vacation time.
Not long after, Phil was at a local steakhouse, indulging in a decent steak and fries, when a strange man sat in his booth. Gage was his name, he said, and that he had a job offer for him. It involved the Beacon building, which immediately turned Phil away and he almost up and left, had Gage not followed up with information. He had an inkling of what really went on behind the scenes and he knew Phil was the sort that couldn't leave a mystery to rest without following the breadcrumbs to its source. Gage had the resources to help Phil clear his name, but the only caveat was that he had to be ready to follow orders at the drop of a hat. Uncertain and wary of the stranger's intentions, but interested in what he was offering, Phil tentatively accepted. Gage merely nodded and left the steakhouse, leaving Philip to finish his meal, which he then followed up with a beer or two to chase away that weird feeling that he'd just walked into a whole world of trouble.
It therefore came, with some surprise, to pass that Phil received a large envelope in the mail several days after meeting Gage. It contained instructions on what to do next, a small key to a safe deposit box at a rather large bank in town, and a thousand dollars in cold, hard cash. The money was the most surprising, as Phil already had a source of stable income to begin with, but the cogs of fate were already turning and Philip was caught in the thick of it.
Time would only tell just how far down the rabbit hole he would go.
Operative Information
[T H E E N G I N E E R]
ROLE DESCRIPTION: Taking all of his nearly ten years of construction and project management experience into account, Philip's role as the Engineer means he's more suited into planning and scoping out places. Using connections and personal knowledge of how buildings are constructed, Philip's expertise is in analysing blueprints of structures to determine the placement of electrical grids, plumbing systems and other parts of a building's construction to identify safety breaches, or to put it another way, possible exploits for a group of individuals on the wrong side of the law to use. He might not have any actual experience in, say, wiring an electrical grid or putting together pipes, but he knows where to put a building together. And how to take it down, if necessary.
POSSESSIONS: A foot ruler, a pencil case with a set of pencils, pens, protractors and erasers, a pocket calculator and a sturdy black wristwatch.
SKILLS:
Measurements and Details - The trained eye that Philip possesses for his work is keen and observant, able to pick out trends and mistakes in paperwork, and safety hazards or defects in a building's internal infrastructure. This is a skill he's honed for years and is very good at, almost to a point where he can guesstimate a room's internal measurements and then corroborate them with a tape measure. Not to the inch, but close enough to the actual measurements.
Building Infrastructure - Having been in this line for nearly a decade, Phil knows how to put the inside of a building together. What walls must be made of what materials, how much load can certain floors or walls take, where weak points are, placement of electrical grids, plumbing lines and other details about a building's interior work. Working with a blueprint of the structure only serves to enhance his ability to match places on the blueprint to actual locations on site, and he's worked in many projects around the city that he's built up a general idea of which big companies want their buildings done in which ways.
Human Calculator - Not to Guinness Book of World Records standards, but being in this line means that Phil has had to cultivate a head for numbers done accurately. He certainly won't break any records for speed in mental calculations, but Phil's mental number crunching spped and accuracy is excellent for his age, assisted only by his pocket calculator for huge numbers.
FLAWS:
Alcoholic - After the June 6th incident, Phil sank into an emotional pit. Troubled by his involvement, he turned to beer to drown his turmoil in. Nowadays he's not seen without a can of Budlight in his hand or a mug of beer at a bar.
Depressed - With the alcohol came emotional problems. To say that Phil is a sprightly sort would be a bold-faced lie. He isn't very happy with his current predicament and as a result, he can be quite moody or a buzz kill if he's in the wrong state of mind.
Unfit - Gone are the days where Phil attempted to keep himself fit by going to the gym. He still has some strength left behind in him, but the times he's managed to shift furniture by himself and lug heavy books and cartons around are all gone now.
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Level: 1 Day/Time: Day Three - Evening Location:The Forbidden Lands Tag:@Tenma Tendo@ONL Experience: ////////// (3/10) Word Count: 277
Delsin watched as Tiz and Bentley went to work immediately after he left them. Small streams of smoke dissipated from his still sparking and smoking form. He didn't know jack shit about horses so he merely watched as his teammates did their thing, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he slowly made his way around the trio of horses that they were taming.
"Huh. Now that we got 'em all calmed down, they don't look so bad."
He followed suit, grabbing a handful of the same grass that Bentley and Tiz had gotten and slowly, carefully approached one of the horses, being sure to let it sniff his hand first, following the lead of the others as the horses calmed down and investigated these strangers.
"I will stay behind and keep an eye out for anyone else." Faro announced to the captain. No matter the tunnel, it wasn't the brightest idea to be alone in one. That was a lesson that he learned during Torfan. Pirates placed traps and rigged some tunnels to explode if someone got too close towards one of their strongholds. It nearly killed him on that day. That was why Faro decided to stay behind with the krogan engineer. Of course, he didn't give his reason and just insisted that he was staying back. While the team went forward, Faro approached the dead body and stared at it for a moment. There was something about dying in the darkness of a tunnel that got to him.
Eventually, Faro took a step back and leaned against the wall as he waited for the krogan to start hacking.
And hack the krogan did. Sully pulled the omni-tool from the dead maintenance guy's arm and slipped it onto his own arm that didn't already have an omni-tool. He activated the pilfered tool and immediately ran into a simple password lock, nothing he couldn't handle. One brute-forcing later and Sully was poring over the man's files.
"Here we go, I'm in. Let's see what we have here."
Sully disregarded the photos and personal affects within the omni-tool, but paused on the family photo. A husband and two children, all looking happy and cheerful. A pang of homesickness shot through Sully's heart; as much as krogan families were rough and tumble, they were still families. It reminded him of home and it stung. But Sully pushed past it and dove into the hard data. First to come up were a set of schematics for the tunnel system the team had just navigated, a resource that Kolya already had but it never hurt to get a little more. Then came a set of emails about work, mostly about the high pressure gases in the pipes, and a set of access codes, outdated because their protocols switched the codes every hour. And then, the jackpot: a 3D blueprint of the entire building. Schematics of rooms, layouts of power grids, plumbing, sewage, heating grids, even security plans and floor plans for every floor of the complex.
Sully saved the structural blueprints and downloaded them onto his omni-tool, then sent copies of the file to the team.
"Here ya go. I got structural plans for the entire building. Security's tight, access codes on doors that rotate every hour."
"A code that changes every hour." Faro paused for a moment to figure out their next move. There wasn't much hope for a maintenance guy to be special enough to have the latest codes, but it was worth asking the krogan. "Does he have the codes?"
"Nope, his codes are outdated." Sully shook his head, checking the email that had the codes again and confirming that it had been received two hours ago.
"Well, shit." Faro turned to look at the dead maintenance guy and wondered if he wasn't alone. He kneeled down and started searching the guy's pockets for any details regarding work schedules and weekly assignments. In the right pocket, he thought that there was something but it was the back of a photo with a date on it. He turned around and saw a photo of the man's husband and their children causing him to freeze. Faro examined the picture and realized that the date was their anniversary with the words "Happy Anniversary!" written in the white space. The reveal made Faro both furious and mournful. Furious at the killers for taking the life of a husband and father away and mournful at the family for losing their support. That was when his right hand started to shake violently. He immediately took noticed and quickly placed the photo back into the man's pocket. Then, he stood up and made a fist while staring at the body and taking a moment to collect himself.
"Do you think that he was working alone?" Faro asked the krogan.
"Maybe. Maintenance workers like that usually work alone in these kinda situations. I should know, hehe."
Sully stood and kept the spare omni-tool for further study later on. Perhaps a replacement in case someone elses got busted. For now, they had a mission to continue on. The krogan drew his Locust and motioned for Faro to go on ahead while he covered the rear.
"Go on ahead. I got your back."
Faro didn't hear the krogan and instead was focused on the body again. To be honest, it felt wrong leaving the body to rot while his loved ones worried. While recovering from Torfan in a hospital, he heard and watched the reactions of families and lovers learning that the body of their loved ones were missing on Torfan. The thought of the family in the photo learning of the same fate was too much for him to deal with. He muttered, "We can't leave him here."
"And we sure as hell can't take him with us either, too bulky."
Sully gritted his teeth. The death was troubling on his conscience as well, but with the rest of the team already ahead and Kolya's hushed whisper in the comms about Eclipse, they had to keep moving.
"Look, we've already got trouble ahead. I know you humans are a sentimental bunch, but this is no time to get misty-eyed. If you want, grab the guy's ID or something and you can go break the bad news to his husband. Now let's get moving, otherwise the rest of our team are gonna be joining that guy on the tunnel floor."
"Yeah, I know." Faro turned to the krogan and saw the man's omni-tool. That was when he got an idea. "But, I have an idea."
He approached the krogan and carefully grabbed his arm in order to use the omni-tool. It was a risky decision, but he wasn't in the mood to argue with him about borrowing it. Plus, he could have dealt with being punched by a krogan. Maybe. Faro typed in the number to the emergency service and typed out a message of where to find the body. Then, he entered a time of two hours on the timer, giving them plenty of time to escape, and confirmed everything. He didn't notice that he was still holding the krogan's arm and let go before he made things more awkward. Before the krogan could respond, Faro put his hands up and started apologizing. "Sorry about that, but I wasn't in the mood to fight with you. That should send out a message to the authorities of where to find the body. It isn't much, but I didn't want him to rot in here."
"Good enough, I guess. Just- warn me before you grab my arm next time."
Sully hadn't expected Faro to just go for his arm and the omni-tool attached to it, but once he figured out that he wasn't doing anything stupid, he stood still and let him do his work. Once he was done, Sully deactivated the dead man's omni-tool and shouldered his Locust. He waited for Faro to move ahead of him, then followed, keeping his eyes on the rear of the group as they advanced. The silence following Kolya's brief text message was broken by gunfire and biotics and a loud explosion, the sudden whoosh of a fireball echoing down the tunnels. The staccato burst of light arms and the whump of omni blades being fired. Sully ducked down and took cover near the front, a stray round pinging off his shields as he raised his Locust and returned fire at the one functional turret shortly before it was torn up by the other turret that had been somehow hacked by one of the team. With a few taps on his own omni-tool, Sully stood, raised an arm at a piece of isolated cover where one of the Eclipse soldiers was hiding behind and shot a fireball at his feet. As the soldier yelped and moved away from the flames, the krogan raised his SMG and peppered him with fire, stopping only once he saw the man's shields pop and his body riddled with several dark crimson holes.
Faro followed the korgan towards cover while he was grabbing his shotgun and getting it ready for the battle ahead. He saw that one of the turrets was destroyed while the other was hacked, which impressed him. Then, he saw the krogan firing a fireball out of him omni-tool in order to draw the Eclipse soldier out of cover. It was impressive. He was about to congratulate the krogan until he didn't remember his name. It was rather embarrassing to forget one of the squadmate's name but he did. The human soon turned towards the krogan and awkwardly said out loud, "So... I might have forgotten your name! Could you refresh my memory, pretty please?"
"Karmm! Karmm Sol! But everybody calls me Sully! Why the hell are you asking me for my name in a firefight?!"
Sully ducked back down behind cover and checked the heat sink on his Locust, letting the weapon cool while return fire peppered his position.
Karmm Sol. Admittedly, Faro thought it was a cute name for a krogan. It was better than Sully. Under the helmet, he was blushing from embarrassment for asking such a dumb question during combat. Thankfully, nobody (especially Sol) was able to see it while he tried to answer the question. "Well..." Faro thought of an answer and earnestly replied, "I want to use it during combat since it's crowded at the moment."
"Anyways." Faro grabbed one of his flashbangs and threw it towards another isolated cover, where an Eclipse soldier was waiting to be killed. He paused for a moment to hear it go off and then said quickly, "Sol's a nice name."
When he heard the sound, Faro popped out of cover and saw that the soldier accidentally got out of cover because he was blind. The human raised his shotgun and fired two shots at the soldier. He briefly watched as the soldiers collapsed to the ground before being forced to retreat to cover. Now, he had to wait until another opportunity presented himself.
My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
[u]Random Things about me[/u]
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore]Singapore[/url]. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">My name is DJ. <br>I am a roleplayer. <br>A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now. <br>I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things. <br><br><span class="bb-u">Random Things about me</span><br>- I run a small YouTube channel. <br>- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.<br>- I'm from <a rel="nofollow" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore">Singapore</a>. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.<br><br>Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.</div>