Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2009 8:23:46 GMT -8
Character's Name: William Hunter
William Hunter is currently in disguise as a redhead.
Age:35
Gender: M
Physical Profile: 6'2, blue eyes, 189lbs, jet black hair, perpetual five o'clock shadow. Human.
Birthplace: Earth, NY
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Science Officer - Biology and Cultural Studies
Awards and Honors
Personality: William is awed by his own brilliance and isn't afraid to expound upon it from time to time. He generally gets along with people after they've discovered he's all bark and no bite. He needs to learn to let others help him and that he doesn't always have the right answers.
Background and History: William had a typical adolescence, devoid of storybook traumas. He loved sitting in a transport hub watching the people pass by, trying to unlock what makes them tick. When the childhood pet died, he insisted on doing his own autopsy, much to the dismay of his family. However, they discovered he had a talent for science, particularly biology, so they switched him to a school better suited for higher education. William pushed up his sleeves and dug in, immersing himself in education, sometimes working late into the night on a project. When he graduated high school, he entered Starfleet Academy, and fell in love with alien cultures. Combining the two, he eventually graduated with dual studies. He served several tours aboard various starships and starbases, his need for knowledge driving him forward.
Name of Celebrity: Richard Armitage
Sample Roleplay:
"Again?!" William slammed the PADD down onto the table in front of him, almost upsetting the samples that were brewing in the vial in front of him. A fellow science officer looked up, startled. "Transferred," Hunter said, "again. When will they ever let me finish what I've started?" He shook his head in frustration. He was just beginning on his new project. Now, others would finish it, getting the credit for his ideas and hard work. "It's not fair," he shouted, picking up his jacket and slinging it over his shoulder as he gathered the few belongings he had in the science lab. "No time for a party, either," he said, patting his coworker on the back, "I'm to report to the Peregrin immediately." He looked one last time at the lab, his home for just under three months. In tubes and vials throughout the room were his inspirations, his work. "No one appreciates genius," Hunter thought. "My notes are yours," he said to the other man, "do me proud."
William Hunter is currently in disguise as a redhead.
Age:35
Gender: M
Physical Profile: 6'2, blue eyes, 189lbs, jet black hair, perpetual five o'clock shadow. Human.
Birthplace: Earth, NY
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Science Officer - Biology and Cultural Studies
Awards and Honors
Favorite Thread - Winter 2013 Favorite Moment - Winter 2013 Favorite Thread - Winter 2010 |
Personality: William is awed by his own brilliance and isn't afraid to expound upon it from time to time. He generally gets along with people after they've discovered he's all bark and no bite. He needs to learn to let others help him and that he doesn't always have the right answers.
Background and History: William had a typical adolescence, devoid of storybook traumas. He loved sitting in a transport hub watching the people pass by, trying to unlock what makes them tick. When the childhood pet died, he insisted on doing his own autopsy, much to the dismay of his family. However, they discovered he had a talent for science, particularly biology, so they switched him to a school better suited for higher education. William pushed up his sleeves and dug in, immersing himself in education, sometimes working late into the night on a project. When he graduated high school, he entered Starfleet Academy, and fell in love with alien cultures. Combining the two, he eventually graduated with dual studies. He served several tours aboard various starships and starbases, his need for knowledge driving him forward.
Name of Celebrity: Richard Armitage
Sample Roleplay:
"Again?!" William slammed the PADD down onto the table in front of him, almost upsetting the samples that were brewing in the vial in front of him. A fellow science officer looked up, startled. "Transferred," Hunter said, "again. When will they ever let me finish what I've started?" He shook his head in frustration. He was just beginning on his new project. Now, others would finish it, getting the credit for his ideas and hard work. "It's not fair," he shouted, picking up his jacket and slinging it over his shoulder as he gathered the few belongings he had in the science lab. "No time for a party, either," he said, patting his coworker on the back, "I'm to report to the Peregrin immediately." He looked one last time at the lab, his home for just under three months. In tubes and vials throughout the room were his inspirations, his work. "No one appreciates genius," Hunter thought. "My notes are yours," he said to the other man, "do me proud."