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A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. A dog's gotta doo what a dog's gotta doo.
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Well, I USED to have a bio. Site keeps changing and it goes poof each time.

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Well, I was a little annoyed given the fact that I had had the same phone number since before her will was written - like since 2006. But that's life. My family scattered to the four winds when I was 15.

My brother in law (who is married a sister whose relation to me is a complete mystery) has the perfect family. At least he did last I saw him 15 years ago. It reminded me of the song View I Love the Most. youtu.be/9KOj7Vcq-i8
No worries. I had forgotten it was Father's Day.

My parents passed away a few years back. First my mother, then father a year later. In the first case I found out 6 months after by mail and still don't know where she was buried. I predicted my father's death within a year as was dead on. Without her taking care of him, his health failed. But I found out from my family - again - six months later. I believe they were married 48 or 49 years.
Yep, I was originally there. Went back when we had a long period of site issues here - until my RP's there died. (The black background is easier on my eyes.)
MIT Campus Bulletin Board

drive.google.com/open?id=1EINULWNX2EN…

Help Wanted: Eccentric 21 year old professor of Archaeology needs looking after. Call 617-555-6669. Job include room and board. Duties include some butler work, chauffeur work, handyman skills a plus, bodyguard skills a plus. Ask for Eric.


Dr Alex Tanis, age 21, had begun to run out of options. He had tried the International Bachelor’s University and after they kept losing his ad, address, phone number several times, he was ready to give up. Then he managed to get a few interviews. Three finally flew or drove to meet him. Only one of those three didn’t just turn the car around and drive away. The one who did make it into the building lasted less than an hour. He did have a lot of very, very strange rules. The guy had a list of phobias a mile long. Just walking into his estate home it looked like some fraternity prank.

Dr Tanis lived on a rather large family estate north of Boston. It had been around since before the Revolutionary War, not that you could find a lot of records. The manor house looked abandoned and haunted. It was huge. But then the grounds weren’t exactly well kept up except a small area up near the entry. The old TV series Addams Family came to mind. Creepy. It looked like one of those places kids dared other kids to survive the night.

Alex Tanis himself was well known on campus and more than a few girls had a crush on him. He had that cute thing going for him. Most girls associated archaeology with Indiana Jones. He had gotten his PhD’s at age 16. He taught more than archaeology. (Archaeology, Linguistics, and Mathematics (Cyphers)). He concentrated on dead languages and decryption science.

Eric Blackwell was the young man who had placed the ad. He was Alex’s former employee. Or rather soon to be former. He was moving on. Eric was everything Alex wasn’t. He was the guy most parents dreaded having their daughters bring home. Most people expected him to have a little black book filled with girls’ names. He liked fast cars and fast women. He was known to play guitar and people thought he was some sort of music major. Half the rumors were false.

As people had a bad tendency to get lost trying to find Alex’s estate, Eric had offered to drive them back and forth.

Some of the Estate Rules
Entry Foyer. Lights stay lit at all times (inside and out).
Always carry a flashlight, if not two.
Alex never goes out at night - EVER.
No mirrors on the estate - or near Alex. This includes compacts. You may use a cell phone camera though - but Alex will need to install security software. This is for your safety.
No standing pools of water large enough for a clear reflection.
NEVER touch a web in the manor - especially doorways and windows. (If one blocks the only way to a part of the house, don’t disturb it. Call Alex.
If you see a spider leave it alone. Call Alex.
Stay out of the basement - except along the lit path.
Stay out of the Rare Books section of the Library. (It is locked for your safety.)

These rules exist for you safety.

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Now you may have noticed that the word ‘safety’ appeared more than once in the rules. Just how badly do you need this job? And in what kind of interview does some ask, “How do you feel about spiders?” (Alex also has arachnophobia.)

Now you may have also noticed this is an MxF RP. Eric only responded to female applicants. Yes, that is sexist. But the simple truth is that Eric is trying to play matchmaker.
An archaeological grad student and his dig professor.

Professor
(YOU) The professor is young for a senior archaeologist, married to her work. (She should be relatively young for her achievements - in her 20's. The sciences of history and archaeology are in her blood. Her parents were archaeologists, as were her grandparents. She specializes in Homo Sapiens, not merely the neolithic era. She may go back as far as Homo Antecessor (ca 800-1200ka).

Transitional dig sites are her specialty. Transitional digs are ones where there were elements of two different species of Homo sapiens. This is what she does her PhD level work on. This is what she hopes to get a Nobel Prize in someday.

Edit: And alternative might be the daughter or granddaughter of a professor who accompanies him on digs. But she ought to have some skill that is useful to them.

James Darwin
(ME) Her new grad student, James Darwin, is supposed to be very bright. She hired him partly for the fact that he was both knowledgeable and healthy. Currently she has been working some very rugged environments and she doesn’t need anyone to babysit. He was also fluent in several of the languages of the region her latest digs were in. He has also been to a few possible transitional digs where there were elements of two different species of Homo sapiens.

Now our grad student harbors a secret. He has been around since long before recorded history. He has no idea how long. For him those days are remembered much as a normal human remembers their early childhood. He didn’t make it a point to go around witnessing the great events of history. But he has seen a few. Predictably most are of the sort that were announced well in advance - such as the placing of the Gold Spike that connected the east and west parts of North America by rail. He saw Jesse Owens take the gold at the Olympics but only by luck.

The truth is that James is researching his own past, trying to trace his own origins. He is also not quite human.

Current Dig
The current dig is tracing the migration of Homo Erectus into Europe. James Darwin suspects he was a part of this migration out of Africa, or perhaps led it by thousands of years.



Plot
Not fully developed yet. This will depend a bit on your character. Largely it is a romance with my character drawn to yours, partly out of a sense of humor, but largely out of a matter of self-discovery.

Note: I did have 18+ tagged. But really that is not the emphasis I am looking for. The digs are also sponsored by a university or research grants or museum type system. Part of the time can be spent in the wilderness at a dig. Part can be back "home."
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Once I see enough interest, I'll move the post above and create an RP.
https://youtu.be/p4E7uiFn_4Y

Backhistory


Vanguard

Noone knows where he comes from. Is he human? Alien? A god of old? All we know is there is nothing and noone else like him. He showed up Mar 20, 2025 like a Superman. Yeah, just like in the comic books. A tornado emergency had been declared in the Oklahoma City area. An F5 funnel had formed and was headed for the city when he arrived. Three individuals plus a family of 4 reported being saved by him. The news got weirder. He turned away from the group of survivors he had assembled to face the tornado. Then he took off and flew into the tornado. It glowed with a swirling energy giving off arcs of lightning, then slowly dissipated.

There were reports afterwards of the same costumed man arriving at emergency centers with wounded, assisting first responders, reopening travel routes. But he didn’t stick around for thanks.

Little more has been learned about the man save for the fact that he did tell several people that he was NOT Superman, no S. But he offered no name.

He stands an estimated 6’9” to 7’0” with dark hair. He wore a battlesuit that hid his eyes and hair. But he was caucasian and had no real accent. He was extremely polite. You know the saying ‘strong streak of good?’ He gave that sort of a first impression. He was seen to have lifted objects massing several tons.

As you can imagine his sudden appearance has drawn speculation. It has also drawn the attention of the government. So many questions need answers.

So … tall, dark … probably handsome. And he was the news story of a lifetime. This is a job for Lois Lane. The problem is that this guy wouldn’t stand still. He showed up three days later in eastern Turkey in response to a major earthquake. Get this: he spoke Turkish.

The traditional hurricane season for Atlantic has begun in June. But for the past decade tropical storms have been coming earlier. Several years ago they were starting in April. This year the Gulf of Mexico has a Category 3 hurricane growing and headed for landfall in New Orleans … again. The … superhero … seems drawn to major disasters rather than criminals.

Mar 27, 2025 Tuesday

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Effects_of_Hurricane_Katrina_in_New_Orleans (2005)

Hurricane names get recycled every 6 years. It was ironic that one of the most destructive hurricanes in American history had had the same name. Hurricane Katrina had been a Category 1 storm just 2 days before. The next day was being upgraded to a Cat 3 and was now a Cat 5 with wind speeds around 175 mph. The last time Katrina had hit if had downgraded to a Cat 4 with wind speeds at 145 mph (though in downtown the winds were half that). This time the conditions were a little different and the storm was still gathering momentum. It was expected to hit New Orleans with winds up to 200 mph within 24 hours with a storm surge over 25 feet.

Two days ago Vanguard had spent about 24 hours in eastern Turkey in response to an earthquake. He has shuttled medical personnel, generators, food and water. He had built a temporary bridge and cleared roads. Truth to tell he had been exhausted. He had barely had a day of rest. But tell that to the people in New Orleans. No, if he could help, he had to.

Problem was, he had no idea how to stop a hurricane. Tornadoes were easy. They had a path typically only a few hundred feet or less. A Cat 3 hurricane produced the energy of the Hiroshima bomb every second. But it wasn’t just the winds It was the water swell that resulted from the barometric depression. The last Katrina had sent a swell of 15 to 25 feet. This one was going to be worse. And he had no idea how to displace that much water. The best he could see hoping for was damage control. Even now the evacuation was underway.

The first thing he did was clear out a few stalled vehicles that were slowing the evacuation. There was a Car-B-Que that fire trucks couldn’t even get to. He snuffed out the fire with a gesture, then cooled it off with an icy blast of wind. But as usual he didn’t stick around to chat. His thoughts were to save as many as he could by speeding the evacuation. Then go deal with hampered rescue efforts in the path of the storm. At least this time the news had done a better job of informing people. And emergency services was doing far better with evacuation efforts.

He arrived in New Orleans around Noon. The storm was still about 18 hours out, but winds were already getting dangerously high.

Abigail Williams

Age 21 (2023) Abigail Williams had been an assistant to a prima donna newswoman who was annoyed with covering some cutesy story about some disabled vet giving a bear to some brat with leukemia - her words. The program, Bears for Courage was begun by a 15 year old boy (23 at the time of this event). Now while her boss was whining about the assignment, a tall young man entered along with some US Marines but split off from them. Abigail recognized the young man as a high school football star who had led his last place team at Albuquerque Academy to the State Championship. He stood about 6'7", a handsome caucasian male with black hair, and steel blue eyes hidden by Ray Ban sunglasses (though he removed them for the interview).

Dr Duncan Moran tended to shun the Press. However, the words of Abigail's boss had been picked up by his sensitive ears. Duncan had observed silently, not getting involved at all. He listened to the rather abrasive tones in the prima donna's voice and rolled his eyes, clearly bored. If anything he took a little pity on the assistant. Once Abigail's boss was busy pasting on her smiles for the camera, Duncan moved in to join the crew. He had leaned in and whispered asking if any job was worth being treated like that. Then he asked Abigail if she could get away for a 'real' interview.

It had sounded like a pick up line. But once he was assured that he wouldn't get Abigail fired he pulled her into an office and gave a proper interview to explain the real reason this patient was so important. She represented the first patient to receive a new nanotech treatment for leukemia - one that would simulate the disease and bind up the sites in cells where the disease attached itself to replicate and force the cancer into remission.

He finished up by calling his estate manager right there and had her get the editor on the line. Duncan explained what he had just done and who he was. Then he asked to make sure Abigail wouldn't get fired over the matter. To sweeten the deal he said he'd call the next time he had a demonstration to conduct for the military or NASA - on the condition that Abigail was the reporter sent. He did suggest that the editor get Abigail some extra training in preparation.

And that was the early start to Abigail's career. One contact with Duncan had opened up doors. It had gotten Abigail stuck working under a far better reporter, a Pulitzer prize winner, whose age was catching up to him. She didn't get any more respect, but at least she got less disrespect. Her new mentor decided she lacked real experience and expected her to prove herself.

Her new boss had slowed her career down, but had slowly begun to give her begrudging praise, deciding that she was serious about being an investigative reporter, even though much of what she did was eyewitness or on the scene news. She'd had speech lessons, upgraded her wardrobe a bit. Her cranky mentor was still hard on her, demanding more than perfection. But the occasional 'could be worse' was like an applause.

So now they were assigned to what everyone hoped would be the story of the century - her cranky boss' last assignment for he was retiring. They had been covering the disaster even though her boss had admitted that his gut said the flying guy was real. But he also says that if he was, he would be moving around so fast that there would be no way to track him. Better to go where he was needed and let the story come to you.

They stopped at the scene of an accident where a handicapped access short bus assigned to transport some elderly (6) out of the area had been literally picked up and thrown into the second floor of a building injuring the driver and killing an ambulance tech. The elderly were O2 dependent and could hardly walk on their own normally, much less in high winds. Abigail and her boss concurred, screw the story they came for. It was a long shot anyways. They decided to use their own news van to transport the elderly out.

The strain of the rescue proved too much for her boss who suffered a stroke while getting one of the last patients to the news van. So there Abigail was, trying to use CPR on a man who had given her tons of grief, but seemed more like a mentor and uncle than anyone short of family. Then she looked out the window to see a school bus propelled by the winds rolling over and over at them on a course directly for them.

That's when HE showed up. The super dude (still no superhero ID at this time) was nowhere near strong enough to just catch the bus. He couldn’t just lift it to sail over them as the building was just on the other side of them. They had been using it to shelter from some of the wind and so they didn't have to walk far. So he did something new. He sliced the bus in half with an invisible energy beam and let it break in half on his body, the two pieces slamming into the building to the front and rear of them. Then he walked to them, shined a ray on Abigail's mentor and told her she did good. The ray enveloped her mentor in a shimmering field. The superhero explained that it was a life support system that would keep him alive until they could get to medical center. He asked her to help make sure everyone was secured. Then he lifted the whole news van and flew it out to a hospital.

Did he stick around for an interview or even a thank you? No.

Well, Vanguard did return for an interview. He offered no superhero ID. He suggested Abigail come up with the ID, though he did ask that there be no S’s involved and that the name be simple.

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The Present (2037)


“Superheroes” had been around long before Vanguard. By superhero I mean guys dressed in costumes and living a vigilante life. Some were known publicly and even had websites. But they often clashed with law enforcement. Most weren’t taken very seriously. After the arrival of Vanguard the whole superhero gig exploded.

For the past twelve years Vanguard has sought training from law enforcement and emergency services in an effort to coordinate his efforts. However the bulk of the “superhero” community are still vigilantes. They hamper undercover operations, violate due process. In short, the government has asked Vanguard to take a stand against them.

This places Vanguard in an awkward position. He counters with an alternative that is met with resistance and strong skepticism. The biggest concern is one of accountability. Secret ID’s are the issue. However, Vanguard points out that the criminal underworld has begun to develop its own version of “superhumans” and is going to arm them to the teeth. He predicts that a force will need to be selected, trained and prepared to counter them within 10 years - and in 30 years his own abilities will become obsolete as a whole new generation of Supers enters the scene.

With this in mind Vanguard begins the search for “superheroes”. His criteria is very strict. Applicants must send in a resume.

No Teenagers - First, he is looking for serious heroes, not some teenagers who take a few scraps of cloth and get themselves beat up. You must qualify for military service or your application will be denied.

Dedicated - He is looking for members who can make the superhero gig a full time job. This may be a problem for those with spouses and kids, but feel free to have a life.

Stable - He has no time for hotheads, or psychopaths. No mental illnesses. No racists. No religious fanatics or any sort.

Identity - Each member must reveal their Secret ID to Vanguard and the Political leaders of their nation. G7 wants members to reveal themselves to all the G7 leaders, but Vanguard put his foot down.

Nationality - must be a citizen of one of the G7 nations*. There are four major macropolitical entities in the world. G8, BRIC, Arab League, and AF.

Speak English - Each member MUST be fluent in English. An accent is fine, but a team needs to be able to communicate.

G7 - (USA, Canada, UK, Japan, France, Germany, Italy)
BRIC - (Brazil, Russia, India, China)
Arab League - (Old Arab League, plus Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan)
AF - African Federation (the rest of Africa)

*Please note that despite wealth, Australia is not in any of these groups. This is more about politics than national GDP’s.

Plot Points

Vanguard is working toward extending membership to BRIC’s, Arab League, and AF, but this may take many years. If membership gets extended, then the team will get to operate in the nations of those political entities. Operation in nations NOT in the G7 will be on a case by case basis.

The team will start out by going through training in first responder techniques, basic law enforcement, crime scene preservation. The next phase is military training - house clearing, searches, coordination with undercover operations, etc.

What Vanguard hasn’t told anyone is that he believes that the criminal underworld has begun to coordinate into a mega mafia. They are siphoning vast sums of money toward genetic experimentation. The world in general is just reaching the earliest stages of designer babies. (Think of the movie Gattaca.)

Character design


docs.google.com/document/d/1t00ERO6SF…

Yes, you will need a very detailed CS. I am offering a blank CS, but I am open to other formats. Just make sure you cover what is listed. I am not going to specify how many Likes, etc you need. Just have some to flesh out the character.

Please … NO Animated Gif’s (or stick them in Hiders) Same with lots of images. Animated Gif’s are a problem for my eyes.

Characters may be from anywhere in the G7 nations and must be citizens of one of those nations. (I am currently debating whether to have all characters move to NYC or not. I may have reporting stations in the hometowns of the members with a teleport terminal to a Vanguard base - on the Moon.)

Superpowers? Sorry, but your character should be of the Batman variety. And their technology should be possible in 2027. (Vanguard is a few generations ahead.) As time goes on Vanguard may begin introducing gadgets and medical technology. He is extremely cautious as his technology would push the world toward an apocalypse. One of the first technological additions he will use is a medical nanotech that saves lives by stopping bleeders. If shot in a lung the nano could even keep the lung from collapsing and remove the slug if not lodged in a really bad spot.

World Timeline

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wRK0iwU6mTVxHuRePxhEEvpETry3y3yehfyNeT--6M0/edit?usp=sharing
This is a list of technological highlights for 2017 through 2037.
Xavier’s face hardened when Victoria accused him of lying. “I very, very rarely - if ever - lie. I lied to the officers about what I was doing to end up dressed like this … but that was what is a paradoxical attempt to preserve the lives of billions of people. I have never written before because someone always did that for me. I never said I didn’t like grits, but that I suspected they were made wrong. I was hoping to try some here to check that fact. The people who made my grits in Atlanta probably never saw real grits.”

His face softened again. “You aren’t seeing me at my best. Please, please be patient with me. I am trying to explain myself a step at a time. The concepts I have to explain haven’t been considered yet. But let’s take your suggestion and I will explain more on the way home.”

When the bread got out to him he tasted his food gingerly at first breaking off a small piece like a European, smiled at the taste, then took bigger bites. Soon he was wolfing it down. It was funnier to watch him eat a peach. He didn’t know what it was and just said it was fuzzy. The peach was the size of a softball, not one of the tiny bitter things sold in grocery stores in the next century. But he had been watching other people eat and figured it out quick. He sliced it in half to pop out the pit. Then he cut a slice. His eyes flew wide open as he took his first bite. He had to fight back a grin. “Okay, peaches are definitely on my list of good things,” he managed to say with his mouth barely empty for an instant before popping in another bite. He tried to offer some to Victoria.

Once they had paid and were on their way back. He started to talk again. “I promised to explain some things. Where do I start? I am sure you realize I haven’t been completely honest. So I am going to describe something impossible to believe. I don’t know how good your math is, but most people today - in 1870 - think we live in three dimensions. Space. Length, width, and depth. But there is a fourth dimension - Time. You think we pass through it in one direction and that one direction is the only way to go. Past, to present to future.

“But what if we could move in the opposite direction? Remember, I said impossible. You must NOT repeat what I am about to tell you. The idea won’t be considered until the next century. I am going to suggest a hypothetical situation. I man decides to go back in time to meet his grandfather when he is a young man - before his father was even born. His grandfather invites him to go hunting and they have a terrible accident. He trips and his gun goes off killing his grandfather.

“This is called a paradox. If he killed his grandfather before his father was even born, then he will never be born. And yet if that were true, how could he have gone back in the first place to create the paradox?”
He paused to give Victoria a chance to think about his story.

“The first woman to become a president happens in the 21st century. She will be a senator from Texas. Women will vote, become scientists, soldiers, police, pilots, astronauts, politicians, doctors. It will take time, but things change.”
And .... I have internet here. Cool. Waiting t get unloaded. Guess I can start writing.
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