City Name: Gavin Stark Position: police officer History: Born in the central city a few minutes after his twin brother Vincent, Gavin is technically the younger brother. (Didn't help that in those few minutes, the clock went past midnight, so technically they were born on different days...) While Vincent was the bad boy of the family, Gavin was the polar opposite, very studious, obedient, and trying to make his family proud. To help pick up the slack for his brother, one might say that Gavin worked twice as hard as any kid should have, especially since his parents laid their hopes and dreams on him as Vincent was clearly a bust. The oppressive culture of the city and his pressuring family wore on him, and though he took solace in his older sister Vivian, who he would stay in contact with, it slowly became more difficult for him to get through day by day. Once he graduated high school, though, Gavin dropped everything and left as fast as he could, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Most people that left the city tended to drift toward Diamond City, and Gavin was no exception. Finally free from the controlling influence of his family and the city, he could finally attempt to relax and find his place, though given his repressed nature and where he hailed from, it was, at times, a little difficult to fit in. Still, he soldiered on and used what money he still had and could earn taking on odd jobs to put himself through university. The military influence in his life won out in the end, but instead of joining any sort of army, he trained with the local police force, pairing together his strong moral code and his enjoyment of weaponry. Though he was bright enough and clever enough to do potentially anything with his life, even be a big businessman, Gavin felt that this position would help him give meaning to his life. It worked out pretty well. Until an assassin with his face showed up in the same city. [worked out with Hawk and "Vincent Stark"] Proof: Video from Vivian, his big sister
Playing First-person sample: I certainly don't think it very polite to yank people out of their sleep and be told that everything they thought they knew was a great big lie. I'm no doctor, by any means, but I'm fairly certain that isn't how dreams work. Why dream every single day, from the mundane to the exciting, and what of dreams within this so-called dream?
Rest assured, I know quite well who I am. I did not dream up a completely new identity. Call me Gavin if you will, but I don't expect I'll be staying very long. Third-person sample: Naturally, the situation surprised Malcolm. Unsettled, even. But he attempted to keep his calm. There were any number of explanations for this. Most likely some kind of mass kidnapping. But the new names? Some kind of facility on another planet--an experiment? It wasn't much of a prison, but with no immediate way to get back, there didn't seem much need for it to be one.
What was truly worrying was how everyone he'd seen appeared to be completely human. Not a single alien species among them. The pieces didn't fit. The last he'd known, he'd been on the ship dragging the remains of Enterprise back to Earth. On his way home. This certainly wasn't Earth, or at least, nowhere on it he knew of. The gravity was normal, and the atmosphere seemed about right as it could in a cave setting. So if this was some alien assault, then who? If this was some human operation, then where? Other important questions included 'why', 'how', and 'when', but he had little more idea about those than the first two questions.
After time travelers, psychically controlled ships, genetic mutations for just about everything, and nearly invisible ships, one more improbable thing wasn't terribly difficult for him to take in. Before the war, this sort of thing would have practically felt like every other Friday evening.
Though he knew his ship wasn't about to swoop in for a rescue operation, surely the Captain (if he wasn't already here somewhere) would be raising hell about sending a team of MACOs to rescue any of his missing crew. There wasn't much Malcolm could immediately do to rectify his situation himself, but he knew everything started with simple observation. If he could gather any sort of useful information, then he'd already be well on his way to formulating some sort of escape plan for himself--and everyone else just as confused as him. Did you read the rules? Yep~
Malcolm Reed | Star Trek: Enterprise [2/2]
Name: Gavin Stark
Position: police officer
History: Born in the central city a few minutes after his twin brother Vincent, Gavin is technically the younger brother. (Didn't help that in those few minutes, the clock went past midnight, so technically they were born on different days...) While Vincent was the bad boy of the family, Gavin was the polar opposite, very studious, obedient, and trying to make his family proud. To help pick up the slack for his brother, one might say that Gavin worked twice as hard as any kid should have, especially since his parents laid their hopes and dreams on him as Vincent was clearly a bust. The oppressive culture of the city and his pressuring family wore on him, and though he took solace in his older sister Vivian, who he would stay in contact with, it slowly became more difficult for him to get through day by day. Once he graduated high school, though, Gavin dropped everything and left as fast as he could, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Most people that left the city tended to drift toward Diamond City, and Gavin was no exception. Finally free from the controlling influence of his family and the city, he could finally attempt to relax and find his place, though given his repressed nature and where he hailed from, it was, at times, a little difficult to fit in. Still, he soldiered on and used what money he still had and could earn taking on odd jobs to put himself through university. The military influence in his life won out in the end, but instead of joining any sort of army, he trained with the local police force, pairing together his strong moral code and his enjoyment of weaponry. Though he was bright enough and clever enough to do potentially anything with his life, even be a big businessman, Gavin felt that this position would help him give meaning to his life. It worked out pretty well. Until an assassin with his face showed up in the same city. [worked out with Hawk and "Vincent Stark"]
Proof: Video from Vivian, his big sister
Playing
First-person sample: I certainly don't think it very polite to yank people out of their sleep and be told that everything they thought they knew was a great big lie. I'm no doctor, by any means, but I'm fairly certain that isn't how dreams work. Why dream every single day, from the mundane to the exciting, and what of dreams within this so-called dream?
Rest assured, I know quite well who I am. I did not dream up a completely new identity. Call me Gavin if you will, but I don't expect I'll be staying very long.
Third-person sample: Naturally, the situation surprised Malcolm. Unsettled, even. But he attempted to keep his calm. There were any number of explanations for this. Most likely some kind of mass kidnapping. But the new names? Some kind of facility on another planet--an experiment? It wasn't much of a prison, but with no immediate way to get back, there didn't seem much need for it to be one.
What was truly worrying was how everyone he'd seen appeared to be completely human. Not a single alien species among them. The pieces didn't fit. The last he'd known, he'd been on the ship dragging the remains of Enterprise back to Earth. On his way home. This certainly wasn't Earth, or at least, nowhere on it he knew of. The gravity was normal, and the atmosphere seemed about right as it could in a cave setting. So if this was some alien assault, then who? If this was some human operation, then where? Other important questions included 'why', 'how', and 'when', but he had little more idea about those than the first two questions.
After time travelers, psychically controlled ships, genetic mutations for just about everything, and nearly invisible ships, one more improbable thing wasn't terribly difficult for him to take in. Before the war, this sort of thing would have practically felt like every other Friday evening.
Though he knew his ship wasn't about to swoop in for a rescue operation, surely the Captain (if he wasn't already here somewhere) would be raising hell about sending a team of MACOs to rescue any of his missing crew. There wasn't much Malcolm could immediately do to rectify his situation himself, but he knew everything started with simple observation. If he could gather any sort of useful information, then he'd already be well on his way to formulating some sort of escape plan for himself--and everyone else just as confused as him.
Did you read the rules? Yep~