Post by togger on Jun 10, 2010 23:18:45 GMT -5
Name: Oliver Pratt
Nickname: Chiller
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 23 10/8/2438
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: San Francisco, CA
Character Portrayal:
Family: Elaine Pratt(Mother), Joseph Pratt(Father)
Friends: Venia Crew
Enemies: None that he knows of
Job: Science Officer
Personality: One of the most laid back men on the face of the planet(or maybe in the universe), Oliver possesses a unique quality to stare anything in the face and utter the word "Chill". It can be quite frustrating when one wants to get any kind of other emotion from Oliver other than the ambient calm that he projects. There is no dual standard, no "two faces" of Oliver, just one calm stable wave of calmness that either frustrates or amazes.
Likes: Ocean, Coffee Houses, Meditating
Dislikes: Big cities with no place to think, Anger, Olives
Fears: Being angry, Not having fulfilling relationships
History:
Oliver was born as an only child in the very updated and stylish San Francisco. His parents were very mild mannered and passed on that trait to his son, albeit his mother could be very volatile if her son did not respond to her when she called, which he did quite often. Why? He was too busy playing with the dirt, insects, and other small animals that were on their small piece of yard. As he progressed through school, he showed a natural tendency to daydream and come up with outlandish science experiments, often involving the environment around him. This leaning towards science became very pronounced, so pronounced in fact that he was able to build a portable electric generator to power an old air conditioner that sat in the basement. He excelled in school and was called up by the UGAP after his graduation to be enrolled in their academy. His response? "Sure dudes."
After showing himself worthy, he was placed on the Venia crew, who he seemed to like at first glance. They seemed to be pretty chill people.
Random Facts:
-Meditates first thing in the morning
-Often tinkers with things that one wouldn't tinker with(blow dryers, portable holograms,etc.)
-Blinks rapidly if he does get frustrated
RP Sample:
Stumbling out of the alleyway, he quickly turned left onto the dense sidewalk, the man ducking his head down slightly to make sure that no one saw the blood that most certainly was crusted on his nose and at the corners of his mouth. He could hear the sirens coming up the street, his eyes spotting three police cars screaming up the crowded road.
Good. They would pick up the pieces.
It had been a sloppy battle from the start, and Devin knew it. He had been too arrogant, too much of a show off, and he nearly paid for it this time. The Shine had come out of the Vault again(no surprise there) and had knocked off the First Fidelity and trust bank on Westheimer. Shine had seemed slow and off his game, so Devin took the time to show that he had the upper hand.
Well, he hadn't.
Shine had let off a few of his cursed flash bombs, which had left Devin stunned, causing Shine to deliver blows to his face and abdomen in the confusion. Once Devin had recovered, he saw that Shine was about to get away, which caused Devin to thrust out his hands and eject the darkness crystals that had always worked so well against Shine. He was knocked out cold.
Devin had been able to get to an alleyway near the bank and change out of his blue and black costume before anyone had noticed(he thanked his abilities to get out of situations like that), and was now on his way back home.
The answering machine didn't hold anything interesting, which suited Devin just fine. He ran a hand through his black hair as he walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was indeed a bit bloodied from the battle.
The phone rang.
Rules: Rules? What are these things called rules?
Nickname: Chiller
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 23 10/8/2438
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: San Francisco, CA
Character Portrayal:
Family: Elaine Pratt(Mother), Joseph Pratt(Father)
Friends: Venia Crew
Enemies: None that he knows of
Job: Science Officer
Personality: One of the most laid back men on the face of the planet(or maybe in the universe), Oliver possesses a unique quality to stare anything in the face and utter the word "Chill". It can be quite frustrating when one wants to get any kind of other emotion from Oliver other than the ambient calm that he projects. There is no dual standard, no "two faces" of Oliver, just one calm stable wave of calmness that either frustrates or amazes.
Likes: Ocean, Coffee Houses, Meditating
Dislikes: Big cities with no place to think, Anger, Olives
Fears: Being angry, Not having fulfilling relationships
History:
Oliver was born as an only child in the very updated and stylish San Francisco. His parents were very mild mannered and passed on that trait to his son, albeit his mother could be very volatile if her son did not respond to her when she called, which he did quite often. Why? He was too busy playing with the dirt, insects, and other small animals that were on their small piece of yard. As he progressed through school, he showed a natural tendency to daydream and come up with outlandish science experiments, often involving the environment around him. This leaning towards science became very pronounced, so pronounced in fact that he was able to build a portable electric generator to power an old air conditioner that sat in the basement. He excelled in school and was called up by the UGAP after his graduation to be enrolled in their academy. His response? "Sure dudes."
After showing himself worthy, he was placed on the Venia crew, who he seemed to like at first glance. They seemed to be pretty chill people.
Random Facts:
-Meditates first thing in the morning
-Often tinkers with things that one wouldn't tinker with(blow dryers, portable holograms,etc.)
-Blinks rapidly if he does get frustrated
RP Sample:
Stumbling out of the alleyway, he quickly turned left onto the dense sidewalk, the man ducking his head down slightly to make sure that no one saw the blood that most certainly was crusted on his nose and at the corners of his mouth. He could hear the sirens coming up the street, his eyes spotting three police cars screaming up the crowded road.
Good. They would pick up the pieces.
It had been a sloppy battle from the start, and Devin knew it. He had been too arrogant, too much of a show off, and he nearly paid for it this time. The Shine had come out of the Vault again(no surprise there) and had knocked off the First Fidelity and trust bank on Westheimer. Shine had seemed slow and off his game, so Devin took the time to show that he had the upper hand.
Well, he hadn't.
Shine had let off a few of his cursed flash bombs, which had left Devin stunned, causing Shine to deliver blows to his face and abdomen in the confusion. Once Devin had recovered, he saw that Shine was about to get away, which caused Devin to thrust out his hands and eject the darkness crystals that had always worked so well against Shine. He was knocked out cold.
Devin had been able to get to an alleyway near the bank and change out of his blue and black costume before anyone had noticed(he thanked his abilities to get out of situations like that), and was now on his way back home.
The answering machine didn't hold anything interesting, which suited Devin just fine. He ran a hand through his black hair as he walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was indeed a bit bloodied from the battle.
The phone rang.
Rules: Rules? What are these things called rules?
