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Tanelorn Application
Apr. 19th, 2013 03:28 pm♔ Player Information;
Name: Morgan
OOC Journal: ‘Fraid I don’t have one.
Are you over 18?: Aye.
Preferred Contact Method(s): Just contact me on this account if you need me.
Other characters currently played at Tanelorn: None.
♔ Character Information;
Name: [Classified] – his codename is Agent New York (though he prefers to go by York).
Canon: Red vs. Blue
OU, AU, OC?: OU.
Canon point: From before Out of Mind, where York has escaped Project Freelancer and lives alone with only his AI, Delta, for company in an abandoned apartment.
Setting:
New York, a Freelancer from the military program known as Project Freelancer, had things pretty easy. Had being the keyword. He’d been sure things had been going well when the Director – the man behind Project Freelancer – brought in a new way to improve his soldiers performance in battle.
Artificial intelligences.
York had gotten the first, an AI comprised of logic named Delta. The Freelancer had minimal issues in the beginning – “bleeding eyes, ringing ears, inverted penis. Dude, I’m just fuckin’ with you. Couple a’ headaches, that’s it.” – but soon warmed up to the AI.
He might have been less quick to do so if he’d known how they were made.
Once he’d gotten this information – that they were tortured and fragmented from the Alpha, the first AI that had been copied off of the Director’s own mind – he did what he could do to help bring Project Freelancer down, assisting Agent Texas to destroy it from the inside.
They were successful, and once the ship – the Mother of Invention – had come crashing down on some cold planet, York made his escape and eventually found himself in an ghost city that had been evacuated while the war with the Covenant had been going on.
The now ex-Freelancer found himself a place to live, left alone with only his AI and his thoughts.
York had been next to it when it went off.
Luckily, Texas had noticed the explosive and quickly shot lock-down paint at York, covering as much of his armor as he could. It saved New York’s life, but he’d unfortunately lost the vision in his left eye and gained a scar running from the corner of said eye down along his cheek.
Despite going blind in his left eye, he managed to keep his position in the (now third) slot on the leaderboards, and attend missions with the others as if he’d never taken the damage - there was no way he was going to sit back and let the others go out alone if there was any possibility that he could help.
Not long after that came the AIs, and with the arrival of the artificial intelligences another Freelancer – agent Connecticut – found the details on how they came about. She had attempted to bring the information to someone who could bring the notes into light and get the Director arrested, but her trying to do so had resulted in her death.
The notes found their way to agent Texas, and through her York, and together the two brought Project Freelancer down.
All about York here
Personality:
York had always been laid-back and relaxed in any given situation, making jokes and playfully teasing people to keep the situation light. Since the fall of the Project he’d still remained the same, though he became a little less light-hearted and more wary of just about everything. He’s afraid of being tracked down by the military and locked away for ever having an affiliation with Project Freelancer, but he hides his fear behind jokes. While he’s more defensive and cautious, he’ll still play around and attempt to make others feel better because as long as other people feel alright, he’s happy. Especially if he was the one to put them at ease.
One way he tries to make them feel good is with casual flirting and wide grins. Just any way to show that he’s friendly and to get someone to feel comfortable around him. Teasing tends to come from him a lot as well, but that’s mostly reserved for people he’s close with – people he knows can handle it and still come back to hang out with him.
While York is an easy-going guy, he knows when to get serious. He can easily go from teasing someone to giving them orders. It’s not something that happens too often, but it IS something he’s capable of.
New York tries to make as many friends as he can, always preferring to surround himself with people that he can feel comfortable with rather than being around strangers with no names. He feels that the more people he has around him, the happier he’ll be.
Despite knowing it was the right thing to do, York feels guilty over everything he’d done to Project Freelancer. This guilt is always with him, a faint reminder in the back of his mind of all the people he’d hurt while bringing the ship down. He hides his grief with smiles and laughter when they can be offered, but left alone for too long and he’ll only have his memories to remind him of the trouble he’d caused to everyone he knew – everyone who had been oblivious to what the Director had been doing.
Abilities:
York is a locksmith, albeit a not very good one. With the right tools and a bit of luck he can open almost any locked door and crack nearly all holographic locks.
He’s great with a shotgun – it’s his preferred weapon – and even better with hand-to-hand combat.
As well as knowing how to pick locks and fight, he’s got his AI, Delta, who is a little chip inserted in the back of his neck that can project itself as a holographic little glowing green person in MJOLNIR mark-v armor. As stated earlier, he is the AI comprised of logic and offers York any sort of assistance he can in any situation.
York also has his own high-tech armor of which comes with a handy-dandy healing unit that York tends to need more than he’d like to admit.
Network sample:
[The man’s hands obscure the screen as he fiddles with the webcam. Finding that he likes the most recent position he’s put it in, he takes his fingers away and leans in close.]
…Can someone tell me where I am?
I’m York, and if someone could give me some information, that’d be super. [And with that, he flicks the electronics off and lets a silent darkness fall over the room.]
Log sample:
In the beginning York had been positive he was asleep. There was no way any of this was real, right? Wrong? Hours – actual hours, not dream hours that pass in the blink of an eye – had gone by, but he hadn’t woken up. Delta kept scrabbling for information in the back of his mind, causing a dull headache to throb in the ex-Freelancer’s head.
“Hey, D, tone it down, will ya?” The man rubbed at the pain like that would soothe it, his fingers carding through his brown hair. The AI muttered apologies and indeed tried to ‘tone it down,’ but York was soon distracted by their shared thoughts of curiosity about this place as he lowered his hand to inspect the ring.
When he’d first arrived he had been told that it was how he would communicate with others and, well, he couldn’t help but be curious about how it worked. Maybe he had to actually raise it to his lips and speak against the cold metal? What would that do, though? How could a simple silver ring allow him to communicate with… anybody?
He could go and ask somebody – just leave the room he found himself in and try and get some information – but he felt that he’d prefer keeping indoors until he knew what he was up against.
He was excited to get out, definitely – this place was like a fairytale. It was like all those fantasy worlds he’d read about in books, and it was awesome. But still, he wanted to at least find out how to work the dang ring before getting himself out there. After all, what good was trying to speak to others if he didn’t know how to use the communication device?
York lifted the ring to his lips and pressed words into it, and he was glad that he was alone because he was pretty damn sure he looked silly right about now.
Name: Morgan
OOC Journal: ‘Fraid I don’t have one.
Are you over 18?: Aye.
Preferred Contact Method(s): Just contact me on this account if you need me.
Other characters currently played at Tanelorn: None.
♔ Character Information;
Name: [Classified] – his codename is Agent New York (though he prefers to go by York).
Canon: Red vs. Blue
OU, AU, OC?: OU.
Canon point: From before Out of Mind, where York has escaped Project Freelancer and lives alone with only his AI, Delta, for company in an abandoned apartment.
Setting:
New York, a Freelancer from the military program known as Project Freelancer, had things pretty easy. Had being the keyword. He’d been sure things had been going well when the Director – the man behind Project Freelancer – brought in a new way to improve his soldiers performance in battle.
Artificial intelligences.
York had gotten the first, an AI comprised of logic named Delta. The Freelancer had minimal issues in the beginning – “bleeding eyes, ringing ears, inverted penis. Dude, I’m just fuckin’ with you. Couple a’ headaches, that’s it.” – but soon warmed up to the AI.
He might have been less quick to do so if he’d known how they were made.
Once he’d gotten this information – that they were tortured and fragmented from the Alpha, the first AI that had been copied off of the Director’s own mind – he did what he could do to help bring Project Freelancer down, assisting Agent Texas to destroy it from the inside.
They were successful, and once the ship – the Mother of Invention – had come crashing down on some cold planet, York made his escape and eventually found himself in an ghost city that had been evacuated while the war with the Covenant had been going on.
The now ex-Freelancer found himself a place to live, left alone with only his AI and his thoughts.
History:
(Unfortunately we don't get to see too much on York during his time on Project Freelancer, but I will list the important parts.)
York had been next to it when it went off.
Luckily, Texas had noticed the explosive and quickly shot lock-down paint at York, covering as much of his armor as he could. It saved New York’s life, but he’d unfortunately lost the vision in his left eye and gained a scar running from the corner of said eye down along his cheek.
Despite going blind in his left eye, he managed to keep his position in the (now third) slot on the leaderboards, and attend missions with the others as if he’d never taken the damage - there was no way he was going to sit back and let the others go out alone if there was any possibility that he could help.
Not long after that came the AIs, and with the arrival of the artificial intelligences another Freelancer – agent Connecticut – found the details on how they came about. She had attempted to bring the information to someone who could bring the notes into light and get the Director arrested, but her trying to do so had resulted in her death.
The notes found their way to agent Texas, and through her York, and together the two brought Project Freelancer down.
All about York here
Personality:
York had always been laid-back and relaxed in any given situation, making jokes and playfully teasing people to keep the situation light. Since the fall of the Project he’d still remained the same, though he became a little less light-hearted and more wary of just about everything. He’s afraid of being tracked down by the military and locked away for ever having an affiliation with Project Freelancer, but he hides his fear behind jokes. While he’s more defensive and cautious, he’ll still play around and attempt to make others feel better because as long as other people feel alright, he’s happy. Especially if he was the one to put them at ease.
One way he tries to make them feel good is with casual flirting and wide grins. Just any way to show that he’s friendly and to get someone to feel comfortable around him. Teasing tends to come from him a lot as well, but that’s mostly reserved for people he’s close with – people he knows can handle it and still come back to hang out with him.
While York is an easy-going guy, he knows when to get serious. He can easily go from teasing someone to giving them orders. It’s not something that happens too often, but it IS something he’s capable of.
New York tries to make as many friends as he can, always preferring to surround himself with people that he can feel comfortable with rather than being around strangers with no names. He feels that the more people he has around him, the happier he’ll be.
Despite knowing it was the right thing to do, York feels guilty over everything he’d done to Project Freelancer. This guilt is always with him, a faint reminder in the back of his mind of all the people he’d hurt while bringing the ship down. He hides his grief with smiles and laughter when they can be offered, but left alone for too long and he’ll only have his memories to remind him of the trouble he’d caused to everyone he knew – everyone who had been oblivious to what the Director had been doing.
Abilities:
York is a locksmith, albeit a not very good one. With the right tools and a bit of luck he can open almost any locked door and crack nearly all holographic locks.
He’s great with a shotgun – it’s his preferred weapon – and even better with hand-to-hand combat.
As well as knowing how to pick locks and fight, he’s got his AI, Delta, who is a little chip inserted in the back of his neck that can project itself as a holographic little glowing green person in MJOLNIR mark-v armor. As stated earlier, he is the AI comprised of logic and offers York any sort of assistance he can in any situation.
York also has his own high-tech armor of which comes with a handy-dandy healing unit that York tends to need more than he’d like to admit.
Network sample:
[The man’s hands obscure the screen as he fiddles with the webcam. Finding that he likes the most recent position he’s put it in, he takes his fingers away and leans in close.]
…Can someone tell me where I am?
[Whatever sort of reply he’s looking for from the screen, he doesn’t get. He’s just hoping that maybe someone out there is watching, someone who can find him and help him out.]
I mean, one second I was attemptin’ to get myself into an old store, next thing I know I’m in… here.
[Wherever the hell ‘here’ is, he’d like to know. All he wants is to get back home, to a place he knows his way around, to a place where he doesn’t have to worry about running into any more trouble. The man releases a sigh and settles back in his seat, raising his hand and toying with a ring on his finger. He glances towards the screen again, his good eye flitting across the sight of himself coming through the video feed. He lets another sigh fall from his lips before opening his mouth to speak again.]I’m York, and if someone could give me some information, that’d be super. [And with that, he flicks the electronics off and lets a silent darkness fall over the room.]
Log sample:
In the beginning York had been positive he was asleep. There was no way any of this was real, right? Wrong? Hours – actual hours, not dream hours that pass in the blink of an eye – had gone by, but he hadn’t woken up. Delta kept scrabbling for information in the back of his mind, causing a dull headache to throb in the ex-Freelancer’s head.
“Hey, D, tone it down, will ya?” The man rubbed at the pain like that would soothe it, his fingers carding through his brown hair. The AI muttered apologies and indeed tried to ‘tone it down,’ but York was soon distracted by their shared thoughts of curiosity about this place as he lowered his hand to inspect the ring.
When he’d first arrived he had been told that it was how he would communicate with others and, well, he couldn’t help but be curious about how it worked. Maybe he had to actually raise it to his lips and speak against the cold metal? What would that do, though? How could a simple silver ring allow him to communicate with… anybody?
He could go and ask somebody – just leave the room he found himself in and try and get some information – but he felt that he’d prefer keeping indoors until he knew what he was up against.
He was excited to get out, definitely – this place was like a fairytale. It was like all those fantasy worlds he’d read about in books, and it was awesome. But still, he wanted to at least find out how to work the dang ring before getting himself out there. After all, what good was trying to speak to others if he didn’t know how to use the communication device?
York lifted the ring to his lips and pressed words into it, and he was glad that he was alone because he was pretty damn sure he looked silly right about now.
