Post by Valentine on Jan 29, 2009 7:22:29 GMT
Name: Valentine Lamean
Occupation: Station computer Tech
Height: 6'2"
Skills: Electronics are childsplay to him, mild hand to hand and melee skills, Sneaky and a scrounger
Background: Valentine was a computer whiz and had a nack for electronics from an early age. When he became of age he joined the military. In the course of just a few years he rose quickly in the ranks almost to quickly. When he made captain he was in charge of all the electronics for a sector. Well idle minds and all that. He ended up getting kicked from the service and serving four years in jail for misappropriation of military tech. Once he got out he found a fare flung mining colony to lay low. Due to his nature he quickly got into the black market on the station. Not very much at first but rose quickly in it. Able to get his hands on everything from military grade weapons to pornography. On his way he manufactured himself a new identity to get a job working the computers on the station. Only there for a few months he made almost no friends sticking to his work and his quarters. Once that ship arrived he only made it out of the main computer room with all his parts by the skin of his teeth. Now hiding in his quarters with the door locked he sat trying to come up with a plan.
Val sat in front of his monitor in his room. His fingers flying over the keys trying to get into the main systems from his private terminal. "God why do they give us such shit to work with!" His hands smashed down on his desk before realizing what he did and looked up at the door his eyes wide just waiting for something to get in after him. He was hoping he could take one maybe two but even with his military background he had been a desk jockey to thin to ever be in the thick of it. After a few moments nothing busted through the door so he sighed relief and turned back to the computer. The station had a slew of heat sensors and there had to be other survivors. After a few more minutes he made it through the last firewall with a grin on his face and a slight laugh "I am a god." There were random heat signatures most huddled huddled together in small groups only a small number like him and all alone. "Now lets see how strong my kung fu is....." His back hunched over as his face got closer to the keyboard. He had to find a way to single someone with bigger muscles and pointy things to come for him or even better a group of them. The station had a heat monitoring software installed to regulate the heat and coolness based on the body temperature of people. He had to get some help there was no way he could get out of here alone. There was a group near him. A rather large one. There were other groups but they were smaller two or three people and a lot of isolated people like him. After about thirty minutes of furious computer Jung FY he came up with a program that let him write text on the monitors displaying the message as it was being broadcaster about the armory. His message was simple. "Help. Stranded. Know cash of supplies. My location Deck F Alpha quadrant Hall C room 117."(( If there is anything you would like me to change about him please just let me know. Writing this at 1:30am I might have screwed the pooch on something.))
Occupation: Station computer Tech
Height: 6'2"
Skills: Electronics are childsplay to him, mild hand to hand and melee skills, Sneaky and a scrounger
Background: Valentine was a computer whiz and had a nack for electronics from an early age. When he became of age he joined the military. In the course of just a few years he rose quickly in the ranks almost to quickly. When he made captain he was in charge of all the electronics for a sector. Well idle minds and all that. He ended up getting kicked from the service and serving four years in jail for misappropriation of military tech. Once he got out he found a fare flung mining colony to lay low. Due to his nature he quickly got into the black market on the station. Not very much at first but rose quickly in it. Able to get his hands on everything from military grade weapons to pornography. On his way he manufactured himself a new identity to get a job working the computers on the station. Only there for a few months he made almost no friends sticking to his work and his quarters. Once that ship arrived he only made it out of the main computer room with all his parts by the skin of his teeth. Now hiding in his quarters with the door locked he sat trying to come up with a plan.
Val sat in front of his monitor in his room. His fingers flying over the keys trying to get into the main systems from his private terminal. "God why do they give us such shit to work with!" His hands smashed down on his desk before realizing what he did and looked up at the door his eyes wide just waiting for something to get in after him. He was hoping he could take one maybe two but even with his military background he had been a desk jockey to thin to ever be in the thick of it. After a few moments nothing busted through the door so he sighed relief and turned back to the computer. The station had a slew of heat sensors and there had to be other survivors. After a few more minutes he made it through the last firewall with a grin on his face and a slight laugh "I am a god." There were random heat signatures most huddled huddled together in small groups only a small number like him and all alone. "Now lets see how strong my kung fu is....." His back hunched over as his face got closer to the keyboard. He had to find a way to single someone with bigger muscles and pointy things to come for him or even better a group of them. The station had a heat monitoring software installed to regulate the heat and coolness based on the body temperature of people. He had to get some help there was no way he could get out of here alone. There was a group near him. A rather large one. There were other groups but they were smaller two or three people and a lot of isolated people like him. After about thirty minutes of furious computer Jung FY he came up with a program that let him write text on the monitors displaying the message as it was being broadcaster about the armory. His message was simple. "Help. Stranded. Know cash of supplies. My location Deck F Alpha quadrant Hall C room 117."(( If there is anything you would like me to change about him please just let me know. Writing this at 1:30am I might have screwed the pooch on something.))