Lady Seraphina

Unlikely Heroes

Nemaisare

Thea 'Teddy' Palmer - Urban Grinds

Deep breath.

In and...

She wanted to hold that breath forever, because she knew that once she let it out, she was either going to walk in there and change her life forever (yesterday warranted a few dramatics, so sue her), or she'd be turning around and hiding in her room until someone came to find her. Tia'd said the choice was hers. But it was only hers if she made it, and put in the effort. Wasted opportunity if she didn't, but... Was she even making the right choice? Did it matter? The world had gotten that little bit stranger and maybe her life wasn't ever going to be the same anyways. Maybe she was just dreaming. Though she'd never deliberated this long in front of a cafe door in her dreams before. For that matter, she couldn't remember ever actually visiting a cafe while dreaming. It was usually something far weirder, like getting an oldfashioned hand clock installed in her forehead by autonomous robots ruling over human kind. (She was still very certain they'd been trying to help with the chronic human problem of not keeping track of time and no one had thought to remind them that humans couldn't read their own faces.)

If she was going to go through with this, it had to be now.

Teddy exhaled, grabbed the door and stepped inside. Glancing around, it looked pretty ordinary. Calm, subdued, but friendly. An open atmosphere with far too many empty tables to choose from. The few people already ensconced chatted with each other, mouths moving in a variety of contortions that shifted their expressions. Heated debate at one table, she thought. Animated storytelling at another. Or, whatever that fellow was doing waving his arms about and the two others smiling and nodding as he went. Another quickly filling up with other girls, who were either very good friends with nothing more to say to each other or strangers from the same church group, maybe? They didn't really look like they were there for each other. Anyway, as they all settled into their seats and pulled out their phones. All in all... Pretty ordinary place. Coffee smelled alright. So did the food as she walked past the arguing men. No faces she recognised though.

Good. Smiling to herself, a little nervously, granted, but pleased that she'd at least arrived before anyone else, she took the chance to get herself settled. She picked a table that gave her a relatively good view of most of the cafe, and when the waitress came by, ordered a spicy vegetarian sandwich because why not live a little, and a milkshake, just in case by spicy they meant really fricken hot. The waitress was very obliging about having the order pointed out to her, had a wonderful smile and nice enthusiasm. Teddy liked that, it might put this place on her list of reccomended places.

The lovely wide windows at the front of the building more than made up for the older lighting they employed. The flickering over her head was lost with the height of the ceiling and the natural light streaming in, so, for all her nerves, she was actually sort of enjoying herself. The atmosphere was nice, anyway. Particularly after the avid debaters left to take their gesticulations somewhere else. And the sandwich, when it arrived, was definitely spicier than she'd been expecting, not bad, it just made her blink a lot and definitely cleared her sinuses.

So, she almost missed it when the group came in. She had to do a double take, but yes, possibly, probably. A quick check on her phone, and they matched. There was the grey-haired man with the thin mouth who looked stricter than he wanted to be. Probably his glasses and the way he kept his hair trimmed. And the other guy, Daniel? Yes, Daniel. And a lady. That one wasn't in Tia's texts. But she came in with them, and she stayed with them, sat down at the same table as them, and her mouth never seemed to stop moving. Well, it didn't really change anything in her plans. Just that it felt a little safer to be going up to three strangers when one was a lady. Were they meetings someone else? Or was the talkative woman the one they'd come here for? She hadn't asked Tia about that. Probably should have.

It left her not knowing how much time she had left to dither. She still had to work up the courage to say hi. She could still back out, she didn't have tp do this, but, no, no buts. She didn't have to. She was going to though. She would, and to prove it, Teddy texted Tia.

-Found them. Deleting stuff now.-

There, now she couldn't turn back, or Tia would have to ask why and she'd have to come up with a valid excuse. Then, following her plan, she deleted the whole bunch of messages they'd sent back and forth since the hacker had interrupted her discussion about hummingbirds. Then she deleted Tia from her contacts. If there was any chance that they'd look through her phone, she didn't want any evidence of the other side on it, since Tia had made it pretty clear they weren't on friendly terms, these two groups of people that could do weird things. (Freaks was a little easier to think, but she didn't want to number herself a freak so she figured they wouldn't like her thoughts going that way either)

She'd just have to hope Tia could find her again, because she'd have no way of starting the conversation herself. Especially not if that chip Tia had given her didn't work. Teddy made sure it was still in her pocket before she took another bite of her sandwich, tearing up as she chewed through a jalapeno pepper and trying not to be too obvious about either her discomfort or her staring at the trio. it was an effort to turn her head though, to look somewhere else, act casual, pretend she was interested in some other conversation. Even though she was almost certain the woman had just said something about powers.

She'd been paying particular attention after that bout of handwaving. She wasn't sure what else she'd said, but she looked a little confused. Maybe she was the person they were here to see. It would have been far more useful if she could have seen the men's faces, she realised, but it wasn't as though she could predicted where they'd sit. Well, maybe there was someone out there who might have managed that, given as she'd just met a woman who could read texts with her eyes closed. Frowning at that thought, and thinking that Tia probably would have warned her if one of them could read minds or that sort of thing, she worked on finishing her sandwich while they ordered, guessing that she had a bit of time.

She was just taking a soothing sip, or well, making a forceful extraction attempt, of her milkshake when her staring was noticed. The lady was looking around, letting the others order in peace, presumably, and their eyes met. Blue, she thought. The woman had blue eyes. Or light eyes anyway, they might have been grey, and she held herself still, dropping the straw so she could smile at the other woman while wondering if she'd been caught out or if this was just one of those awkward accidents. Whatever the case, she wanted to make a good first impression, but it seemed it was only an accident as the other swung her gaze away and threw herself right back into conversation.

Okay, almost, she'd held her ground at least, right? She could do this. She'd told Tia she was doing this. She needed to do this. Taking a breath, Teddy put her milkshake down and was just starting to consider her approach as she pushed herself up, when the woman started getting excited over her phone. Alright, not yet. Hopefully they wouldn't rush out the door. She settled back and took another bite of her sandwich, considering her options. Maybe if she said she thought they'd been talking about something she'd been thinking about lately. Because of weird things happening. Was that too much? What if they were just talking about some X-Man movie, or something? Wait and see. She pulled out her phone to try and look distracted, but held it so that she could still see them by looking through it.

She only hoped she wasn't being obvious.

Running from the World

Hey guys, I was thinking about this and with all the effort that is being put into defining the Center do you guys want to spent a bit of time RPing in the prison before the explosion occurs? That way we can sort of flesh out certain relationships to one another and how they will come into play once we are no longer bound by Center rules.

Running from the World

A Faction Sheet for anyone looking to create a faction. I will post it to the OP.
Faction Name:

Leader: (Who's in charge)

Power:
Appearance:

Purpose: (Why was the faction created?)

Age: (How long has the faction been around? Is it as old as the prison or just begun?)

History: (What notable events have occurred in the history of the faction?)

Leadership: (A leader is important but they can't govern along, what does there support structure look like all the way down to the grunts.)

Selection: (Who is allowed into this faction? What rules determine acceptance?)

Initiation: (Some form of test to determine if someone is good enough to join this faction, may involve the arena or completion of a task.)

Size: (How big is this faction? How many members? Size should reflect ability and age.)

Assets: (What boons does this faction offer over other factions, these might include better arena and auction house times, lunch tables and foods and favors from the guards.)

Unlikely Heroes

Ryver et Rhine (Dear Karma)

Callie Wright, Daniel, and Dr. Wilson - Urban Grinds

"This is such a lovely place!" Callie squealed, as she picked up a tiny dog-eared menu card off the table and began studying the names printed under the bolded and underlined title "Light Bites". The young woman read each name out and rattled on about "how cute" everything sounded or "yum" when she thought the description sounded particularly appetizing. In short, within a span of 5 minutes after entering the establishment, Daniel and Wilson more or less figured out that Callie enjoyed any dish that was tooth-achingly sweet and hated anything dunked in grease, unless it was a deep fried chocolate smothered mars bar.

She faltered after catching a glimpse of the look currently written on Dr. Wilson’s face. Apparently, she assumed, he seemed to think her food choices didn’t constitute an ideal diet for anyone, man, woman or children. Thus, her lips puckered into pout. Bully that man, she thought. He is willing to tolerate greasy bacon and eggs, but why can’t he love chocolate. They were so, so yummy and sweet and... pretty. Most of them anyway. "Ah, come on, Dan," she clung firmly to her addressee’s arm. "Not you too! Desserts and sweet things are simply too fab." She tried making a prolonged eye-contact with the man almost like she was willing him to take sides in this non-debate.

Finally, admitting defeat, Cal tried a different tactic in order to get what she wanted. One that she believed would be much better than cajoling the men into admitting sweets were as tasty as greasy bacon and eggs drowned in bubbling oil. [color=Magenta]"Oh, oh! Since we’re early, would it be okay to order first? Or... do we really, really have to wait to see if he comes?" Cal stared earnestly at Daniel while hovering her finger down at Item 042 "Homemade Pancakes with Berry Compote and Chocolate Sauce". "I mean we didn’t have much of a breakfast. Or hardly any at all, because," she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "There was no bacon."

"Did either of you find out what sort of powers this man has?"

Someone cleared his throat before speaking. The sound of Wilson’s voice made Cal pulled away from Daniel. Her eyes swiveled towards Dr. Wilson instead and she tilted her head as Daniel shrugged. A slight frown wrinkled her smooth forehead. That super hero talk again? She nibbled the bottom of her lip. What was with their obsession with "powers" anyway? "Um... powers?"

"I guess we will find out soon enough."

"Hey!" Cal rested her hand onto the edge of the table, leaned forward and waved her hand vigorously in front of Wilson. "I have a question... why are you so," she paused, trying very hard to find a substitute for the word "obsessed". "... always ask about powers?" She dropped back into her seat, having successful gotten Wilson’s attention. "I mean it feels like we’re in (you know) an episode of Alphas or Heroes." Cal shrugged. "I mean is it like a code word or something? Or something with the Illuminati? I... guess I’m tired of pretending I know what you mean when I really don’t."

There! She finally said what had been disturbing her about this whole charade. It had been all fun and games, but now, the joke seemed to have gone a little too far. They’ve gone out of their way to recruit others too (or so she had been led to believe but he could be involved in this as well).

"And, oh hi!" A smiling blonde waitress approached them after she had mistaken Cal’s waving as their group trying to get her attention. "Yes, we’d love to order! I – er – I’ll have the pancakes, one hot cocoa, one strawberry tart, one brownie with ice cream and..." her eyes wandered over to Wilson and Daniel. "...maybe you should confirm their orders with them." She said with a polite smile, waving the waitress towards Wilson first. She locked eyes briefly with the man in question, as she worried whether her order was going to be green lighted. Thankfully, it seemed that they were willing to let it pass this time round, despite her outburst just moments ago.

She laughed occasionally in response to the waitress’s friendly bantering, but seeing that the woman seemed particularly enamored with Daniel, Callie allowed her attention to slide. She had stared at the door for a bit, hoping the man would show up, but after a few fruitless seconds, she allowed her eyes to rove once more. Today seemed very quiet, she concluded. Only three other tables were occupied.

At the table closest to the window looking into the park, a couple sat opposite a well-dressed man who was appeared to talking very animatedly. He was, without a doubt, some sort of salesman, an insurance salesman perhaps. Slightly in front of them was a group of four teen girls who alternating between chatting and texting. Occasionally, they’d snapped a selfie or two. Only once did they ever take a we-fie.

Cal’s eyes soon found those of the single customer sitting two tables down. The young woman, who seemed to straddle between her late teens and early twenties, was currently facing Wilson’s back and thus (sort of) looking directly at Callie as the blonde happened to be sitting directly opposite him. Cal tried breaking eye contact, but those warm expressive eyes seemed to bore into hers. Her knee-jerk reaction was to pull backwards slightly, blink slowly and finally turn to her right. This resulted in Callie making renewed eye contact with Daniel.

“Daniel,” she pounced on him before he had the chance to look away or pick up the conversation where they had left off earlier. "What did you order? Did you order pancakes too?" She clapped her hands together and her face lit up. "Pancakes with anything sounds so much better than the other things on the menu. Don’t you agree?" Despite her trying her very best to ignore the woman, Teddy’s brightly colored clothes kept drawing Callie’s eyes back towards the table behind Wilson. "How about you, Dr. Wilson?" She asked politely so as to include the elderly man into their current topic. "I'm sure you'd love the break from bac -"

She stopped chatting when she heard the phone in her hand ping. Cal felt her heart racing slightly, as she saw a blue light blinking at the top left hand corner of her loaned Samsung phone indicating that she received a new text message. "Do you think?" She looked at Daniel and then at Wilson. "Yes, I think it's him!" She pressed the long button along the right side of the phone and swiped across the screen towards it. Cal began bobbing excited as soon as she saw who the sender was. "It's him!" She informed the other two.

Running from the World

Alright, these are the cell assignments. I used a random number generator for everything except packaging Gloria and Edmund (the teleporter) together. So no favorites were played, this was all completely random. I used the list of characters from the CT so if you weren't on there you'll have to PM me about a room assignment.

It seemed to me that it was a little ridiculous for all of our characters to perfectly fill out cells without anyone else involved so I threw in about as many random prisoners as there were RPers. If any group has the word RANDOM, in one of there slots it means it is an NPC not particularly relevant to the plot. If you wish to fill in an NPC confer with your Cellmates but they will not be coming with us on our escape. My sincere apologies to @Solita for the room assignment It was just the luck of the draw.

Cell A:

Gloria Lieth
Edmund O’Connell
Rin Uematsu
Random

Cell B:

Random
Jackson Stone
Random
Norvandell Lozenges

Cell C:

Clovis Luki
Random
Random
Orihime Hoshimi

Cell D:

Manuel Lukamba
John White
Random
Random

Cell E:

Random
Samuel King
Elizaveta Kedzierski
John Carmichael

Cell F:

Kai Kealoha
Random
Random
Random

Running from the World

"For a man destined for hell, what use is it to repent?"

@Vocab

I like your signature, I remember this old story I once heard where there is this old man on his death bed and the priest comes to give him last rights. The priest opens his bible and says "Do you renounce Satan and all he stands for?" and the old man reply's "Woah, I don't think it's a good idea to be making new enemies this late in the game.

@Prince of Seraphs Will you be organizing and putting the people who want to be in factions in different factions? Since I wanted Orihime to be in a faction, will you be putting her and maybe some other characters in to factions? I think I sound a bit confusing, but I hope you understand what I mean.

@Jay Kalton

The factions are more of a personal choice, very few people survive without them but choosing one is sort of a compromise between what your character would willingly do for them, what they can do for you, if you wish to join them and if they want you in the group. I think @RadioactiveRat is right. The different factions would be not completely but at least partially based on race/ethnicity/culture/language/religion etc though while that would be part of it I think a bigger part would be the kinds of abilities people have. @Vocab hasn't given me any details on the requirements of joining SOUL but he mentioned that there rival group is composed of tech/electric/mechanical/physics users. I will be choosing room assignment but I will not be deciding factions for anyone. You're free to create factions and send the details to me for approval. I'd be happy to give anyone some examples and help with a faction they are working on but if I design them myself it's going become me figuring out how many of each character's power I can jam under one label which is not really what I want.

Running from the World

I should probably also mention this but the Center like any other prison is not a nice place, it's not like it's Metas Vs the guards. It's a lot more like Meta Vs Meta with the guards sometimes as an influencing factor. Bearing that in mind if you want to survive in the prison you almost need a faction. Aside from differences of action and operation the factions essentially sort of formed out of a need to survive. The members protect each other from other faction or just random people looking to start something or steal whatever you might have. If you don't have a faction then you're either dead, or in serious peril. You have to be strong and clever to survive without a faction, you need to always be thinking one step ahead of anyone that might want to hurt you.

Knowing all that I'm going to say now that my character Gloria is one of the few survivor factionless. I realize that everyone would like to be the tough badass character that can survive no matter what and if you choose to be factionless I won't say anything about it. Just try to be realistic, without a faction someone could shiv you over your morning meal and it would really be a fifty fifty whether the guards would care. Also know that Gloria hasn't gotten away with being factionless unscathed. She's got plenty of battle scars.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Hey if whoever it was wants to do the senior combat with Avendell I'm up for it. We seem to be in a bit of a lull here so I think there's time.

Sorry about the break Lucius, I'll give Gren a response tomorrow.

Stargate - Alliances

Kayle H. Zaken

Name: Kayle H. Zaken
Callsign: Kay is a nick used by her closer teammates and family, except for her father who only uses her full name.
Age: 28
Rank/Title(Dependent on position): Segen (Second lieutenant)
Appearance:

Zaken

Kay’s height stands at 5’6” and weighs a 145 lbs, due to the muscle she has. On duty she wears the standard Stargate uniform provided for her during her four years training, it’s condition well kept and maintain as if it was her very own IDF one. There’s clear pride and care taken in her appearance, her long hair pulled back and braided in to a single, neat braid which reaches to her shoulders. When off duty she wears a simple shirt fitting to her curves, usually grey, with cargo pants in deep green and military grade boots since she’s station on an active ship. One thing she does wear all the time is a gold locket, the David Star carved into the top. It holds a picture of her family within it and she never takes it off because of it’s emotional value, a parting gift from her family before Mossad shipped her out to the USA.

Role: Ground crew

Nationality: Israel

Biography:
Kayle was born within the city of Be’er Sheva in April of 1986. She is the youngest daughter and third child the Sergeant Major Abraham Zaken, and his wife Mariam had. As expected, her old siblings had ended up serving distinguished careers in the IDF like their father before them, encouraged by their father’s stern nature. Both her parents played a heavy role within her life, each one had their own ways of how life should be lived and tried to seek a balance between them for their children. For the most part was a success. Her mother’s focus was to hearten Kayle’s feminine nature and playfulness while her father incorporated a stricter and disciplined role based off his military training. Her fondest memories mingle from her father’s lessons in hand to hand training and marksmanship as early as ten to walking to the Tel Be’er Sheva ruins on the Sabbath with her mother and joining the school’s football (soccer) team.

It was while visiting Tel Be’er Sheva where her love for cultural mystery and strong desire to learn about them had developed. The notion seemed to create an overwhelming curiosity to seek her own answers to understand the world as they viewed it, using their language, cultural history and myths to guide her. At first, when it was mainly focus upon Israel’s history, her father seemed to accept her need to know and even help it. Yet when her need branched off to creating a career in learning about Greek, Egyptian, Norse, and more instead of a IDF career, his mind seemed to view her choice as threatening to her future. Needless to say, her father and she never saw eye to eye when it came to her passion in the end. Sergeant Major Abraham’s stubbornness had managed to drive a slight wage between them, even if it was because he felt his way was the best to prepare his family for the future, good or bad.

When Kay turned eighteen, she had learned the arts of hand to hand combat, marksmanship with a handgun, and knife throwing down to perfection thanks her father. In end, she was more of a confident and strong tomboy than a woman as her mother would say. After graduating high school, Kay did the IDF mandatory service required by each Israeli citizen resulting in being one of the highest noted soldiers within her unit. Now twenty she entered a university within Jerusalem and finally engaged into her passions, her father aided in her funding despite his disappointment in her choice, where she studied the areas of languages, archeology, cultural history, and mythology for four years. Kay found those years to be most enriching until after the semester ended. It was 2010 when her class had taken a ‘Theoretical’ test over what was a made up culture and language to determine their understanding over semester’s course. The goal was to translate and determine the meanings of the old, strange designed glyphs then explain how they were able to determine it. Kayle had noticed first a repeated pattern then attempted to branch off to other areas in comparison, her mind easily clicked when the similarities had arisen in her mind and allowed her to be the only student to pass the given test. Her efforts soon caught Mossad’s attention the following week. At first, Kayle feared she would have to give up her studies and be thrashed into a military career like her father. Before she could decline there was two key problems, ones that forced her to accept the Mossad’s offer. First was the fact it was compulsory and second was her father’s to jerk any future funding to further her education. Needless to say, Kay didn’t have much of a choice then to accept it.

She was surprised to learn Mossad hadn’t intended to interrupt her learning, but rather provide a grant and opportunity to instead farther it. On the condition she was to be assigned to an international project ran by something called the Stargate Program. Naturally Kay was curious to learn about such a thing, with the main driving motive to continue her passion, and became determined to give it her best. When they had started to debrief her about what the program was about, namely what little they knew, she began to find it harder to see in a serious light. It was difficult for her to imagine a space program which main goal was to travel to other worlds, seeking out gates to activate a line back to Earth and explore them. Though the woman would admit, she found the idea rather fun and exciting, even if it seemed like an elaborate joke to her. Instant of ceasing the joke, Kay decided to wait until the punch line was sprang and bare the laughter at her silliness.

She was shipped overseas to America within days after her entrance into Mossad for the Stargate Program. They arrived at an undisclosed, isolated location where she met the officer who would supervise her training and first real proof this whole matter wasn’t a joke. Kay felt skeptical when she was handed a device she had never seen before. Then she was warned she might feel a little out of it when they presented the proof, the travel means were going to be a bit unique compared to using more modern means, as suddenly they were bathed in blinding light. Before she knew it, she was no longer on American soil but instead, beamed onto the American ship Odyssey. Besides trying to keep from throwing up, Kayle also had the challenge of trying to keep her jaw from dropping at the strangeness of it all.

During the years to follow before the Catherine Langford was scheduled to be completed and launched on her maiden voyage, Kay had thrown herself fully into the Stargate program’s requirements. Still in contact with Mossad, part of the American and Israeli agreement, they kept tabs on her throughout her involvement. She learned about the various races, from the Ancients to Goa’uld and even the Wraith, and their languages which held similarities to key historic Earth Cultures and myths like Egyptian, Norse, Greek, and more. Her university studies helped in her digestion of the information while she pieced over several years of gathered data in a small time frame. Likely she would still continue it even when she was on board but for now, she focused mainly on what was important. In addition to the information, Kay was introduced to weapons and technology used by the Jaffa and Goa’uld, even Tok’ra, where she learned how to both combat purposes as well as is able to identify each one of them. It was a lot of information to absorb in a small time yet she refused to allow her lacking experience and shortcomings allow her to fail.

In the present now, she’s excited about the voyage to happen.

Personality:
-Hardworking(Perfectionist): She will deny it until she’s blue in the face, but Kayle and her father have one thing in common. They are set perfectionists when it comes to their own performance, this trait is far worse when she has that inner knowledge she can do better. The notion will drive her crazy, slowly fading as she improves until she either meets her expectations or finally realizes her own limits. Though finally accepting the latter might take longer, her mind set and driven to met the task she’s made for herself. Currently her struggles are worse with a Ma’Tok staff weapon, at least when it comes to aiming accurately, something she still hasn’t mastered.

- Adventurous/Bit of a bookworm: Even as a child, Kayle had a strong desire to learn about other cultures, namely long past and dead ones before the Stargate Program. Now with introduction of new, alien races like Goa’uld, Tok’ra, and more, that natural trait had grown to higher expectations since the goal of the Catherine Langford is to travel beyond Earth and reconnect lost Stargates back to Earth. The notion of what she might learn through this experience is brand new to her and slightly overwhelming, an unrealized dream come true at what she might learn on this trip. One of the main reasons she seeks to extend her knowledge about other cultures is because she believes it will bring greater understanding about what influences their choices as reflected by their culture, language, and even myths. In addition, it might aid her nation’s people into the future.

-Teamplayer/Friendly: When she was in IDF, her commanding officer described her as obedient and highly valued soldier. However behind the military training and upbring, her comrades describe a different person who is friendly and ferociously loyal to her companions as well as her nation’s people. Kay’s rather open about her past within Israel when it comes to her childhood and university career choices when asked, though usually she’s more eager to discuss the knowledge she acquired during the Stargate program and about other Earth cultures in history.

Trivia:

-Off duty, she either has her nose in a book or in research over one of the races the Stargate has discovered. Some of her favorite genres are fantasy and romance, though she’s been known to pick up a Star Wars novel a time or two when she was bored.

-Kayle is a keen shot with a pistol. Her father had trained her in shooting, self defense, and knife combat at a young age which have followed her through the years even when she made it into the Stargate Program. To this day she still strives to keep herself from growing rusty and tends to aim for improvement. open to suggestions from other more skilled partners when she gets the chance. It’s a rarity she misses with either her knife or gun but it does happen, a fact which stirs up her perfectionist nature.

-Kay has a number of knives on her person, usually hidden from sight for cases of emergency use. She is never, never without a knife on her though the exact number and where they come from is a mystery even to her unit members...

-Being raised in Israel and in the Jewish religion, Kayle doesn’t eat pork. More out of choice then need which shows respect towards her origins, but the situation can easily change her view when it comes down to survival.

Created by Fallenreaper

Stargate - Alliances

Phil Lawson

Name: Phil Lawson

Callsign: IOA

Age: 42

Rank/Title: Doctor

Appearance:

Lawson

Role: Physicist/Computer Technician

Nationality: Scottish

Biography:
Phil had an average childhood, getting into science incredibly early. He began studying physics and really interested in it during high school. After leaving to go to college he spent two years working on computing realizing that it was an important field to have base skills in before going on to do physics which usually included using some form of computer technology. Once he finished this course he moved onto grander things.

He did his under-grad major in theoretical physics with a minor in computer engineering and passed at the top of his class before moving on into the field of aeronautical engineering for his post-grad before finally returning to physics for his doctorate finishing his education at 28, largely thanks to his wealthy political parents who managed to finance his expensive education. Once he finished his education in 2000 he was recruited straight into the X-301 program where he helped design the flight controls for the X-301 and was one of the few to be re-assigned to the F-302 project once the 301 failed.

Again he spent a lot of work on the computer systems though also assisted in the construction of the inertial dampener systems due to his experience with the 301 and alien technologies, once the 302 was completed he spent most of his time overseeing production of the vessels until the Prometheus was launched where he was assigned as a shipboard technician and to ensure that the 302s stayed in prime condition with any issues a regular engineer could not fix. He was aboard the Prometheus during the battle of Tegalus and was subsequently beamed down to the planet and assisted in Carters plan to use a F-302 missile with jamming technology to disrupt communications with the satellite.

From then on he spent his time working between R&D at Area 51 and on an assortment of Tauri vessels and during the Langfords construction he was assigned to be one of the lead engineers on the case and as such was asked to stay on after its completion.
Personality:Up beet, stubborn, tough.
Trivia:
He is the lead designer on the R-302 and the new transport craft.
While he is a great Physicist sometimes some of his inventions just do not pan out straight away even though he ups them too.

Created by Sep