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ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

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ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

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ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

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Atlantis: The Lost Empire

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ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

Name: Louis Carkaroff "Doc Lou"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Role: Doctor

Specialty:
Anatomy, Surgeon, Wounds

Personality:
Doc Lou comes across as the silent type at first, he's often found with his nose in a book, however, once you get to know him, he can open up. When duty calls, he's always ready and despite his stand offish behavior, he will do anything to help someone in need. He enjoys watching others, choosing to observe more than participate. Occasionally, he finds himself longing for companionship, and he will sometimes find one or two people that he really hits it off with - and he'll usually be found amongst them more often than anyone else.

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Doc Lou spent a good portion of his life struggling between dedicating his time to helping people or animals - he settled on becoming a surgeon to help people, but he still keeps his loyal dog - Molly - an intelligent Golden Retriever, who follows Lou almost everywhere.

History:
Doc Lou was born to an extremely well off family and was afforded many luxuries that other's simply couldn't afford. His childhood saw him grow extremely shallow and short sighted, completely unaware of the struggles of others. He was given private tutors and the best education money could buy, and discovered that he had a great love of books and knowledge. He was fifteen when his books could no longer curve his curiosity and he longed to explore the world. His father encouraged this behavior, saying that it would help him grow as a man, while his mother insisted that he stay home. Ultimately, he decided that it was more important to see what the world held, and it was this that changed his outlook on life. He traveled abroad, meeting a young woman by the name of Lydia Hatch - a very strange, but vibrant woman who grew up in what Lou would have considered the worst possible life - No family, and hopping from town to town since she was twelve. At first, this idea sounded foreign and he rejected the idea, but soon realized that Lydia had more life experience in just those two, short years, than he could ever hope while living the way he did.

Lydia was like nothing he had ever met in a woman, and this enticed him. There was a point, in which, he was ready to return home, while she continued her travels. During this time with her, she pointed out all of the good that the two of them could do for those less fortunate than themselves. She taught him the power of empathy, and shared her love of animals. Lou asked her to join him, to come home with him where the two could continue doing good together, but Lydia refused, not willing to be tied down in any way and the two finally parted ways. Lou was ready to return home, his view on the world different than it ever had been and continued his schooling eagerly. Over the years, he wrote to Lydia, telling her about all of his accomplishments and owing his willingness to help others to her. Eventually he continued his studies into medical and got a job in a mining town in Arizona. There he saw injuries like he never had before and eventually got called to another, more prestigious hospital on the other coastline, in New York. He continued to write to Lydia through all this, before at last her responses stopped coming - the last letter he sent was returned to him with a stamp saying "return to sender".

Eventually, he decided to look for Lydia, spending a large amount of his savings, moving from city to city, looking for any sign of her - before at last, he discovered the terrible truth - her death. Finding it difficult to return to the same life as before, he bargained passage on a ship, offering his services in exchange. He continued this way of life until getting a telegram from his father with the news that his mother had passed, he returned to say his final goodbye, and decided to take this opportunity to work in a stable hospital again. Intuition often lead him through some of the most complicated situations, and his success rate was higher than most, but even he couldn't save everybody, and at some point, the death toll grew to be too much. The last patient he lost was an older man who insisted on having his young Golden Retriever pup with him before he passed. Doc Lou had bypassed the hospital protocol and allowed the pup, who the old man called Molly. There was nothing he could do to help the poor man, but he seemed to know that it was his time and he asked Doc to take the pup and keep her as his own. It was his dying wish, and so, he took Molly and has kept her ever since. Once more, he left the hospital and hadn't been looking for employment again before being called upon for a very special mission - he probably wouldn't have agreed, had the man who asked not been the exact man who he had taken passage with before - with the same crew.

@Eveekitten

Accepted!

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

Well, here she is. Didn't take me as long as I thought, I kind of got on a roll in my opinion. Let me know if there's anything I need to change, add, or edit, or whatever. I based her on Milo Thatch of course and gave her a similar personality so she can fit the same role in the crew as Milo did in the movies. Obviously a cartographer who's just in it for the money means there's literally no conflict in the movie since that's the prevailing attitude of most of the crew, I imagine, lol. So yeah let me know what you think!

Brooke Everett- the Linguist

Name: Brooke Everett
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Role: Crew Member

Specialty: Linguist/Cartographer

Personality: Brooke is a bubbly woman with a passion for exploration and knowledge for the betterment of all. Good-hearted, kind, Brooke enjoys making friends and spreading her own ideas and taking in the ideas of others. It's a shame she's exceptionally awkward and uncharismatic. One would not have to take themselves too seriously in order to become friends with the woman who stammers and gesticulates wildly when trying to express an idea she is particularly invested in. Self-awareness isn't one of her strengths, but she has just enough of it to be embarassed after the fact. Brooke tries to be humble but what pride she does have is easily bruised. She's also a terrible liar and accidentally wears her heart on her sleeves, even though she often tries to put up a facade of being cool and 'scientist-y'. Brooke is insatiably curious and frankly put: gullible. It was this gullibility that allowed her to trust in herself that her grandfather, and Atlantis, was real, and worth pursuing. She has a borderline obsessive nature with the lost empire, and though she has accomplished some tasks in her academic career, the only thing she has ever truly wanted was to find that vanished bastion of civilization that vanished into the sea untold millenia ago. Since she severely lacks people to talk too about the things she cares about, Brooke has developed a habit of thinking aloud, or talking to herself.

This all being said, Ms. Everett is an exceptionally skilled linguist and cartographer. Her lack of tact is not to be confused with a lack of intelligence. It is her life's passion and work.

Brooke has a distaste for violence, and is particularly aware of the flaws of the society she lives in. If anything good has come out of her struggles, it's her deeply burning empathy with the experiences of others. Brooke also is addicted too really likes Cola, reading, playing board games. Of course, maps and languages are pretty great, too.

Brooke is fluent in English, Atlantean, Spanish, and Chinese. She's also basically skilled in Russian, Japanese, Italian, French, and Louisiana Creole thanks to her childhood friend, Penny.

Appearance: Brooke is black woman with a slender, almost-athletic build. Her short, curly black hair is kept up and semi-side swept, though it becomes unkempt quite frequently. She has big, glittering brown eyes, a broad flat nose and full, plump lips that smile easy, revealing her chipped right front tooth. Resting on the bridge of her nose is almost always a pair of thin-rimmed circular glasses that tuck neatly over her small ears.

Her glasses serve two purposes- to help with her short sightedness, and to subdue the effects of her amblyopia, sometimes referred too as lazy eye. When not wearing her glasses, her right eye tends to drift inwards towards her nose rather then agreeing with wherever her left eye is looking. She can still see out of it when it's like it, but it's vision is blurrier and it's much easier to just focus on what her left eye is seeing rather then straining herself to look out of her lazy one. Especially when it's mostly just her nose and whatever the left eye is seeing, but worse.

Her clothes are brightly colored, casually formal and practical. White undershirts underneath red vests or blazers, and tucked into pants or skirts depending on her mood or situation. The scholar slips into heels, pumps, and boots easily.

Brooke, all dressed up and without her glasses

art stolen from kiikiibee.tumblr.com. check them out for cool drawings

Other: Brooke's American accent is almost North-Eastern but a little too sugary southern sweet. Brooke is also decent at plumbing, so if this whole cartography thing doesn't work out she'll fall back on that and just be a little bit unsatisfied and bored for the rest of her life, but that's not too bad.

History: Brooke was raised by her grandfather, Raymond Everett, after her parents Raymond Jr. and Patricia Everett passed away shortly when she was a toddler. She didn't know them much personally, but she learned much of them and the type of people they were. Good, hard-working, rebellious and stubborn. The ideal American, the kind so very often disparaged by most of the real Americans. Through stories her grandfather told of her father and his daughter-in-law they seemed to be respectable, loving people. Even though they weren't around to teach her the more indepth lessons of being a person in this world, she looks up to them anyway.

But Raymond was the man who she took after the most, a self-made man born in the Northern United States before the Civil War. The deck was stacked against him, as it were, but he got lucky, and made it work. He taught her often of linguistics and map-making. He didn't push her into it, he didn't even particularly want her to follow in his footsteps, but his passion and love for the subject was contagious. It was his identity, and his smile brightened the room whenever little Brooke dared to ask about the subject unprompted.

Brooke made friends with a little girl named Penny, two years her junior, who moved up North with her family a while ago. They became fast friends, even though they came from different backgrounds, especially when it came to class.

But soon Penny's nomadic family moved again, to somewhere else. Raymond Everett became obsessed with Atlantis, a lost forgotten Empire. He drudged up evidence and books and found the beginnings of the Atlantean language. He needed Shepherd's Journal, but he could never quite track it down. She saw him less and less towards the final years of his life, and though he was a great man, he never could just let it go.

Years have passed since then, and Brooke found herself taking up her grandfather's torch in the field of Academia. Most of whatever money he had intended to pass down to her was gone, or has been spent in the time since his passing. Originally, she planned to not fall down the same trap he did and become ensared by visions of Atlantis. Instead she wanted to study other aspects of those fields and become renowned for her own discoveries. For a while, this was true, but...it was hard not to think about.

So, working as a plumber in the boiler room of a University, she has slowly but surely built a little bit of a name for herself, if not publicly. Since she's technically not really a scholar, her work tends to be co-opted without credit by other members of academia. It has gotten under her skin recently, but she'd distracted herself more and more with focusing on the Lost Empire of Atlantis and cracking the code of the Atlantean language. Within the last year she has finally gotten fluent with it, has learned it's syntax and grammar, and can read and write it. Even her grandfather was a novice at the language, but she had his work as a headstart. Now, she's diving headlong into finally making a name for herself with a discovery that can't possibly be covered up or be taken credit for by somebody else- the discovery of the lost city itself. All she needs, is Shepherd's Journal and-

Oh, boy. Here we go again. This time, though, she'll be careful. Fortunately, it's not like there's anyone relying on her, so no one will miss her if she goes crazy. Plus...she's actually onto something here!

@Zoey Boey

Accepted!

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

Name: Sasha Belov
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Nationality: Russian
Role: Mercenary

Specialty: Being a gym rat. Sasha excels at hand to hand combat, if not just by brute strength alone. He is, however, genuinely skilled at fighting. He's got a right hook like a freight train.

Personality:

Intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, cold. With the determination of a true soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind to. His sheer will and tenacity make him a valuable ally.

But, despite being gun-for-hire, Sasha is far from evil. His softer side isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. He's generally quiet and reserved in unfamiliar settings, afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded. But when he's decided that you're his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge.

Appearance:

Sasha is a very large, muscular man. He stands at six foot seven, has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold in appearance. They go just right with his perpetual frown. Sasha has several tattoos. His most notable tattoos are a compass that points West on his left chest, and a line of words in Russian on his arm. The words are now difficult to read due to a thin, raised scar that runs right through the middle of them.

His wardrobe matches the rest of him: drab and lacking imagination. He sports army green tank tops, cargo pants, boots, and similar attire. His go-to colors seem to be dull green, tan, black, and brown.

Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.

History:

Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. He was born to a desperately poor family in the slums. His mother was a seamstress who worked long hours, and his father was a former soldier, now a notorious alcoholic with intense PTSD. Sasha grew up seeing little good in the world, and eventually grew a bleak outlook on life. To him it was clear that he'd never make something of himself without stepping on a few toes. So step he did.

He joined the ground forces as soon as he could. At age 14, he was big enough to pass as a young adult, and given the political turmoil the country was facing, the recruiters didn't care to double check. He left home and never looked back. Sasha earned a name for himself, climbed in rank, achieving 2nd Lieutenant before he met a recruiter for a mercenary organization. He wasn't particularly patriotic, so the idea of abandoning his homeland for money and travel was a no-brainer.

Sasha stayed in and out of trouble for several years, but always kept the reputation of a hard worker and valuable soldier. He eventually started working for our Commander as part of his private militia. When the Commander, and his mercenaries, were hired by Whitmore as a protection detail for the explorers, Sasha came with them.

He's not overly hopeful to find anything down at the bottom of the sea. Sasha is more interested in the handsome payday that waits for them when they re-surface.

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Atlantis: The Lost Empire

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ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

"Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don't realize how great. Those buffoons at the museum...dragged him down, made a laughing stock of him. He died a broken man. If I could bring back just one shred of proof...that'd be enough for me." - Preston B. Whitmore

A journey to the depths of the ocean and the unknown to find the fabled lost city of Atlantis: That's what the team had set out for. The expedition has been funded by the eccentric and filthy rich Preston Whitmore, and follows the findings of the legendary Shepherd's Journal. The crew isn't expected to find much more than some ancient ruins, but being able to prove that Atlantis existed at all could promise them all wealth and fame. While the thought of fortune motivates some, the simple idea of knowledge and exploration powers others. What will our explorers find deep below the sea?



If you haven't caught on yet, this is an RP based on Disney's Atlantis: The Lost Empire. It will follow the basic plot of the movie, but will obviously go into more detail given that this is a written medium. Our characters will be OCs that are embarking on the same journey, with a few extra roles that go along with the theme. As with the movie, this RP will take place in 1914, with the same gloriously steampunkish aesthetic.

1: Please try to remain active. If you don't believe you can maintain a posting speed of twice per week, minimum, then please reconsider joining.

2: You may play an Atlantean if you want, but please also play a crew member. The Atlanteans won't come in until about halfway through the RP, and I don't want you guys to get bored waiting.

3: Honestly, that's all I can think of for now, but it looks weird to only have two lines.
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Linguist/Cartographer/Geek: Brooke Everett / 29 / Female

Doctor: Louis Carkaroff / 23 / Male

Mechanic/Machinist:

Demolitions expert:

Geologist/Excavation expert: Szalai Zalán / 26 / Male

Cook: Rebecca James / 27 / Trans-female

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Biologist:

Scribe: Tristan Walker / 25 / Male
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Commander that will inevitably be evil: Thucydides Beauregard / 52 / Male

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Gun Guy™:

Mercenary #1: Sasha Belov / 35 / Male

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Atlantean king:

Atlantean heir: Khaldorenulline "Khaldor" Nedakh / 8500 going on 25 / Male

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