Cody scanned this yet another new Metroid strain, and looked around him. He made a wild guess, "I think that they might be mining for some kind of Fuzon deposit underground... After all, every part of Metroid life here seems to revolve around gathering Fuzon." He shrugged, "But what do I know? All I'm supposed to do is blow things up."
Mars, deep within Savant outpost Acidalia Planitina
Idnames was woken by the sound of people rushing about back and forth, and lots of shouting. Suddenly, his door came crashing open! He scrambled for a weapon, but relaxed as he saw a familiar face. "Buddy, get your ass out here! We got a situation!" Idnames tried not to appear confused. He was only a mental doctor, after all. Then, the man left the room, closing the door behind him.
Idnames got dressed hastily, pulling on trousers without looking at them, and slipped on a shirt, and a sweater. He was still shivering though. It was freezing everywhere. So then, he got on the special suit that he won in a card game, that he cheated in. He was SUPPOSED to give it back, but who would? It was supposed to keep body heat in better than anything else on the market. Well, it would have to do. He grabbed his revolver from the bedside table, and checked in it for ammo. It was fully loaded. Content, Idnames moved outside quietly, hoping not to disturb any of the men moving back and forth.
Soon, he heard what happened. Heliosans were inside! Plus, they may or may not have a bomb! In hindsight, the bomb probably should have been mentioned first. They were still idiots, those Heliosans. They'd get what was coming to them. Idnames controlled his panic, and he made his way from the center of the compound. That seemed a prime location for fighting, though he hoped the Heliosans wouldn't make it that far in. And here I was having SUCH a good dream.
He looked around him, he was nearing the edge. Not that the complex was too large. Indeed, sometimes he felt a bit cramped. He barely knew why he was here. Just to monitor the mental health of the men here, but he had been here for MONTHS. He wanted to get home, to relax someplace that wasn't so cold. Even on the inside. Idnames sighed, once again, as he walked through the cold in his exclusive coat that he took from someone, with his revolver made exactly to his specifications. Members of the Savant Society had to make SUCH large sacrifices.
Cody shivered. He realized that they were WAY in over their head. He sighed, "I'm getting too old for this... Guys, if things turn rotten, expect me to blow up anything in between me and the surface. Just an early warning." He saw the Metroid with the large mandible. "Ugh, I hope we're not going to be in between THOSE things anytime soon."
Cody soon learned of the Metroid-shell membranes, and he felt an enormous amount of disgust. "Ugh, they use dead bodies for storing MORE Fuzon?" Then he saw the Prime Metroid. He sighed. This didn't seem to be getting any better.
Bio: Idnames was not too much of a strange child, besides what his parents did. He was born to two loving parents, both Scientists, who treated him as both a son and a test subject. They'd be analyzing his behavior one minute, preforming many tests the next, and tucking him into bed with a story right after. Quite a confusing example. As a result, he grew up as a very mixed up kid. He didn't care for the other kids in school, for he had a slight superiority complex and thought he was better than all the other kids. So he was basically an average child to the SK. You know, the whole mad scientist thing.
He was never lonely lonely, because he never needed anybody. Eventually, he learned to be appear sociable and easy to empathize with. His parents were fascinated by this change in behavior, and continued to invade his privacy to test him. He was often never alone, there was a baby monitor in his room until he left to university. He soon learned that to get what you REALLY wanted, you had to NOT be a part of the crowd. You had to detach yourself, screw with their heads. Make them give you what they want. So his behavior changed again. His parents were once again fascinated, and though the figured out what was going on in his head, they didn't interfere too much for research purposes.
When he left his home, he was happy that he could go and learn more about psychology, which was his major, though he did learn other sciences such as physics and geology. It sucked, for lack of a better word. It was just as bad as his other schools. The same people, bragging about constant discoveries, each trying to up the next scientist, trying to be "the best" and join the higher class. Everything was slipping slowly. He learned very little in University, and soon he was released out on the world. He got a low paying job evaluating the mental health of employees. However, he slowly moved his way up. Painfully slow. During this time, HE began to lost his grip on his mental health. The experiments he preformed began to slowly become MORE and more cruel, pushed moral boundaries even farther than they had been pushed before. What he did wasn't strictly ILLEGAL, he was preforming any crime himself, though he may or may not place his clients in.... legally "iffy" situations that may get THEM arrested.
Physical Info/Appearance- Idnames is 33 years old, male, and 6 feet 5 inches tall. His skin is dark and well tanned, something he's proud of. He has no defining marks on him, no scars or birthmarks. He isn't what you'd consider attractive, with a narrow face that's offset by his large front teeth and full lips, which are bared in a constant smile. He doesn't have any clothes that he wears regularly. His whole body frame is thin and stretched out. His skin is so thin on his face that you can very clearly see his cheekbones sticking out. He weighs 143 pounds and has a shoe size of 12 1/2.
Equipment Wish List- Idnames has a standard issue bio-hazard suit that protects from the harmful gasses that can leak from underground pockets near Hukka ruins, a colt anaconda .45 revolver, and basic supplies for exploring a Hukka ruin, such as climbing materials, flashlights, sustenance, and a sleeping bag.
Other- Sorry for the cookie, I'll never do that again.
Bob attempted to recover. "Uh... Sorry about that... I've just never seen a ghost before." He looks nervously at him. "I'm gonna... Go to the cafeteria now. But first..." Quickly, he took his hand and attempted to pass through Dokhon, then ran as fast as he could to the cafeteria.
Bob shrugged. "It's a total jerk." Then, he turned to see who was talking to him. "SAHEASCKLA! AGH!" Bob recoiled in pure fear. He made a cross out of his arms and went, "The power of Christ compels you to NOT KILL ME!"
Hiltael felt his eyes droop. "F-farmer boy, remind me to never do that again." Then, he lurched forward while running, and collapsed onto his face, his hat rolling off. For some reason, all his dreams were of dwarves in pink.
Henry looked at the dwarf, who was the same height as him, and yet was ruffling his hair. Unsure of how to react, he just smiled and said, "Thanks! I guess..." Then, he turned back to his small pile of scraps and pushed a few of them around, unsure of what to do with them.
Henry shrugged, and looked at the meditating Myrrdin. "Strange guy, sometimes..." Then he looked at the area around him, and started digging through several piles of junk. Often, he'd shout out, "Awesome!" when he found something. Not exactly the quietest environment to meditate in.
((Or trying to resist the EVIIIL demon inside of them while wearing leather and having red eyes. And being a badass, of course. But you know, I was never reviewed after I made my bio on the OOC thread.))
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Idnames was woken by the sound of people rushing about back and forth, and lots of shouting. Suddenly, his door came crashing open! He scrambled for a weapon, but relaxed as he saw a familiar face. "Buddy, get your ass out here! We got a situation!" Idnames tried not to appear confused. He was only a mental doctor, after all. Then, the man left the room, closing the door behind him.
Idnames got dressed hastily, pulling on trousers without looking at them, and slipped on a shirt, and a sweater. He was still shivering though. It was freezing everywhere. So then, he got on the special suit that he won in a card game, that he cheated in. He was SUPPOSED to give it back, but who would? It was supposed to keep body heat in better than anything else on the market. Well, it would have to do. He grabbed his revolver from the bedside table, and checked in it for ammo. It was fully loaded. Content, Idnames moved outside quietly, hoping not to disturb any of the men moving back and forth.
Soon, he heard what happened. Heliosans were inside! Plus, they may or may not have a bomb! In hindsight, the bomb probably should have been mentioned first. They were still idiots, those Heliosans. They'd get what was coming to them. Idnames controlled his panic, and he made his way from the center of the compound. That seemed a prime location for fighting, though he hoped the Heliosans wouldn't make it that far in. And here I was having SUCH a good dream.
He looked around him, he was nearing the edge. Not that the complex was too large. Indeed, sometimes he felt a bit cramped. He barely knew why he was here. Just to monitor the mental health of the men here, but he had been here for MONTHS. He wanted to get home, to relax someplace that wasn't so cold. Even on the inside. Idnames sighed, once again, as he walked through the cold in his exclusive coat that he took from someone, with his revolver made exactly to his specifications. Members of the Savant Society had to make SUCH large sacrifices.
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Hiltael continues dreaming of pink dwarves, though he started to dream of KILLING them instead of just seeing them standing around.
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Race- Human.
Main Profession: Psychology.
Side professions: Geology and Physics.
Bio: Idnames was not too much of a strange child, besides what his parents did. He was born to two loving parents, both Scientists, who treated him as both a son and a test subject. They'd be analyzing his behavior one minute, preforming many tests the next, and tucking him into bed with a story right after. Quite a confusing example. As a result, he grew up as a very mixed up kid. He didn't care for the other kids in school, for he had a slight superiority complex and thought he was better than all the other kids. So he was basically an average child to the SK. You know, the whole mad scientist thing.
He was never lonely lonely, because he never needed anybody. Eventually, he learned to be appear sociable and easy to empathize with. His parents were fascinated by this change in behavior, and continued to invade his privacy to test him. He was often never alone, there was a baby monitor in his room until he left to university. He soon learned that to get what you REALLY wanted, you had to NOT be a part of the crowd. You had to detach yourself, screw with their heads. Make them give you what they want. So his behavior changed again. His parents were once again fascinated, and though the figured out what was going on in his head, they didn't interfere too much for research purposes.
When he left his home, he was happy that he could go and learn more about psychology, which was his major, though he did learn other sciences such as physics and geology. It sucked, for lack of a better word. It was just as bad as his other schools. The same people, bragging about constant discoveries, each trying to up the next scientist, trying to be "the best" and join the higher class. Everything was slipping slowly. He learned very little in University, and soon he was released out on the world. He got a low paying job evaluating the mental health of employees. However, he slowly moved his way up. Painfully slow. During this time, HE began to lost his grip on his mental health. The experiments he preformed began to slowly become MORE and more cruel, pushed moral boundaries even farther than they had been pushed before. What he did wasn't strictly ILLEGAL, he was preforming any crime himself, though he may or may not place his clients in.... legally "iffy" situations that may get THEM arrested.
Physical Info/Appearance- Idnames is 33 years old, male, and 6 feet 5 inches tall. His skin is dark and well tanned, something he's proud of. He has no defining marks on him, no scars or birthmarks. He isn't what you'd consider attractive, with a narrow face that's offset by his large front teeth and full lips, which are bared in a constant smile. He doesn't have any clothes that he wears regularly. His whole body frame is thin and stretched out. His skin is so thin on his face that you can very clearly see his cheekbones sticking out. He weighs 143 pounds and has a shoe size of 12 1/2.
Equipment Wish List- Idnames has a standard issue bio-hazard suit that protects from the harmful gasses that can leak from underground pockets near Hukka ruins, a colt anaconda .45 revolver, and basic supplies for exploring a Hukka ruin, such as climbing materials, flashlights, sustenance, and a sleeping bag.
Other- Sorry for the cookie, I'll never do that again.
IT IS DONE!))
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((Dear god, this vending machine is pretty much becoming his RIVAL. It's like Gary Oak or something...))
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