Post by belnoah on Jun 11, 2009 17:42:38 GMT -5
Name: Jeremy Dougall
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
Jeremy has short brown hair that he doesn't comb or brush. He just lets it go everywhere. He has brown eyes that are often glazed, since he stares off into space when not in conversation and when he's not doing anything important. Apart from his hair, everything about him looks sort of orderly. He generally has a thoughtful look on his face.
Personality: Jeremy is a thoughtful person, both in how he treats people and in how he approaches a new situation. He thinks before he acts. He can, however, appreciate humor. He's quiet, but you can get him to smile if you know what to say. Not that it's incredibly hard.
Biography: Jeremy, his parents, and his two brothers lived in the DC area for all of his life. His father worked as a translator who had been recently assigned to learn the Andalite language. It wasn't an incredibly important project, since the andalites all seemed to understand English, but his father loved the work, it payed well, and his father was one of the more important people involved.
Jeremy, meanwhile, was at American University, still trying to decide on a major. His interests were all over the place, and sometimes he wondered if there was any one thing he wanted to do, though he was leaning towards crimefighting and CSI. But hey, he was happy. He had friends, a fake ID, and a job as a barista. Life was treating him well.
How he was recruited:
Jeremy's ears were ringing. The air around him was hot, too hot for his liking. His head was spinning, product of being thrown across the room by the blast. He had been at a sort of dinner party with his family. The other guests were people working on the andalite language project. And then, in the middle of it all, a bomb had gone off. He'd been spared any serious injury, since he'd been on the other side of the room, but looking around through the haze, no one he could see was moving.
Suddenly, two figures rushed through the haze. He was about to call out, but then he realized... if they were terrorists, he didn't want them finding him. But no, as they drew closer they seemed.... secret service types.
"Over here!" he coughed. They dashed over and began checking for injuries. Finally, one of them looked him in the eye. Or, he thought the man was looking him in the eye. He couldn't tell through the shades.
"You are one lucky boy," he said. The other helped him to his feet.
"You'd best come with us," the other man said. Jeremy glanced around.
"What about-"
"No one else survived. We need to get you out of here before you are found."
"Found?"
"We need you to disappear for a while. Then you're going to track down the ones who did this." Jeremy shook his head.
"Hold on," he said. "You want ME to track them down? These are dangerous people, I can't-"
"You seem to prefer classes about crime, Jeremy." He was certain he hadn't mentioned his name. "Your training will be useful. As for the danger, we will not send you off unarmed. You will be given the power to morph."
"The andalites don't give that technology out."
"As a matter of fact, they granted SPECTER the right to give the technology out to a select few." They were walking towards a large black van. Jeremy stopped walking. He suddenly wasn't so sure about these guys. "Your family is dead because of these people. And you don't want them to be brought to justice?"
"That has occurred to me," Jeremy returned. "But I'm not going to go any further until i know the details."
"That is a mindset that we respect and need," said the first man. Jeremy felt a little prick in his arm and the streetlights all went dark. The last thing he heard was the first man's voice. "But here it will do you no good."
Preferred Job: Raptor Center
First morph: Peregrine Falcon
His first day at the raptor center, he had come for a specific bird. He'd wanted one that was small and fast, but one that packed a punch. Kites and merlins were ok, but there was just one bird that fulfilled all the requirements he had: the peregrine falcon. It didn't look out of place in the city, so he could use it to look in the least obvious places for any sign of the terrorist group which had ended his old life.
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
Jeremy has short brown hair that he doesn't comb or brush. He just lets it go everywhere. He has brown eyes that are often glazed, since he stares off into space when not in conversation and when he's not doing anything important. Apart from his hair, everything about him looks sort of orderly. He generally has a thoughtful look on his face.
Personality: Jeremy is a thoughtful person, both in how he treats people and in how he approaches a new situation. He thinks before he acts. He can, however, appreciate humor. He's quiet, but you can get him to smile if you know what to say. Not that it's incredibly hard.
Biography: Jeremy, his parents, and his two brothers lived in the DC area for all of his life. His father worked as a translator who had been recently assigned to learn the Andalite language. It wasn't an incredibly important project, since the andalites all seemed to understand English, but his father loved the work, it payed well, and his father was one of the more important people involved.
Jeremy, meanwhile, was at American University, still trying to decide on a major. His interests were all over the place, and sometimes he wondered if there was any one thing he wanted to do, though he was leaning towards crimefighting and CSI. But hey, he was happy. He had friends, a fake ID, and a job as a barista. Life was treating him well.
How he was recruited:
Jeremy's ears were ringing. The air around him was hot, too hot for his liking. His head was spinning, product of being thrown across the room by the blast. He had been at a sort of dinner party with his family. The other guests were people working on the andalite language project. And then, in the middle of it all, a bomb had gone off. He'd been spared any serious injury, since he'd been on the other side of the room, but looking around through the haze, no one he could see was moving.
Suddenly, two figures rushed through the haze. He was about to call out, but then he realized... if they were terrorists, he didn't want them finding him. But no, as they drew closer they seemed.... secret service types.
"Over here!" he coughed. They dashed over and began checking for injuries. Finally, one of them looked him in the eye. Or, he thought the man was looking him in the eye. He couldn't tell through the shades.
"You are one lucky boy," he said. The other helped him to his feet.
"You'd best come with us," the other man said. Jeremy glanced around.
"What about-"
"No one else survived. We need to get you out of here before you are found."
"Found?"
"We need you to disappear for a while. Then you're going to track down the ones who did this." Jeremy shook his head.
"Hold on," he said. "You want ME to track them down? These are dangerous people, I can't-"
"You seem to prefer classes about crime, Jeremy." He was certain he hadn't mentioned his name. "Your training will be useful. As for the danger, we will not send you off unarmed. You will be given the power to morph."
"The andalites don't give that technology out."
"As a matter of fact, they granted SPECTER the right to give the technology out to a select few." They were walking towards a large black van. Jeremy stopped walking. He suddenly wasn't so sure about these guys. "Your family is dead because of these people. And you don't want them to be brought to justice?"
"That has occurred to me," Jeremy returned. "But I'm not going to go any further until i know the details."
"That is a mindset that we respect and need," said the first man. Jeremy felt a little prick in his arm and the streetlights all went dark. The last thing he heard was the first man's voice. "But here it will do you no good."
Preferred Job: Raptor Center
First morph: Peregrine Falcon
His first day at the raptor center, he had come for a specific bird. He'd wanted one that was small and fast, but one that packed a punch. Kites and merlins were ok, but there was just one bird that fulfilled all the requirements he had: the peregrine falcon. It didn't look out of place in the city, so he could use it to look in the least obvious places for any sign of the terrorist group which had ended his old life.
