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Biological Information
Name: Beck Carlson
Gender: Male
Date of Birth (Age): 12th November (23)
Height: 6'4"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Anything Else of Note: Despite a rather lanky build, Beck has a surprising amount of strength in that wiry frame. He has a series of scars on his lower torso acquired over the course of his career so far, a tattoo of a wildcat on his shoulder and is allergic to penicillin.
Professional Information
Occupation: Intelligence Expert
Organization: US Airforce
Rank (If Applicable): Second Lieutenant
History
Personal History: The youngest child and only son of a family of five children, Beck Carlson had a happy childhood growing up in and around the town of Austin, Texas. His eldest sister Mary-ann, who was some twelve years older than he was joined the Airforce when he was only seven years old and he would gladly listen to her stories of what it was like. His other sisters all drifted away one by on to college, to get married and, in the case of his closest sibling Juliette, to have a baby at the age of 15.
This particular scandal pulled Beck's parents apart and they divorced. Beck was 14 at the time and the only one of the Carlson children still living at home, so chose to go with his father, moving out to Maryland for a while before returning to his native Texas.
Beck was a very serious sort of child, proving himself to be both academically bright and popular with the other children throughout his primary education, displaying a remarkable talent for the sciences. His tendency to take everything literally and very seriously made him a target for practical jokers.
He had made his mind up by the time he was thirteen years old that he wanted to follow his older sister into the armed forces and studied hard to achieve entry - with honours - into the Air Force academy where his ultimate career destination very rapidly became that of an astronaut. Beck became enamoured at the idea of going into space and threw himself into his studies with vigour and great success, sometimes at the cost of such basic things as 'eating' and 'sleeping'. A near-nervous breakdown when he was nineteen brought him back to his senses and he got a grip on his enthusiasm, and excelled still further.
He briefly acquired the nickname 'Muffin Man' when he presented, in a very serious tone of voice a paper to his Physics class that described in astonishingly intricate detail, the exact formula required to calculate the correct distributon of blueberries in a standard sized muffin. Someone had put the assignment in his tray for a joke, but in his normal, serious way, Beck had gone ahead with the project.
Not long after this, and to the lasting disappointment of his tutors, his interest in physics began to wane and he took more of an interest in other matters. He demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for communications and intelligence gathering and demonstrated a shrewd eye for detail that gave him some fairly impressive marks. He was encouraged to keep a hand in his physics education as well and the combination was perfect for his rapacious intellect.
It was the combination of his outstanding academic progress and blooming tactical genius that brought him to the attention of the Stargate programme. He was drafted into the Stargate Academy, where he simultaneous had the best and worst times of his entire life. His career, based on his progress to date, followed the path of the tactician. He had hoped - and requested - deployment to the Stargate programme permanently, but his skills took him away and into other areas where his skills were needed. As a result, he lost a lot of contact with his friends from the Academy as they all began their new lives in various top secret assignments.
He remains quiet and studious at times, rather shy and socially awkward, but with a certain natural charm that makes him surprisingly likeable.
Family: Mother: Sandra Carlson
Father: Dustin Carlson (Deceased)
Sisters: Mary-ann Peterson, Ingrid Carlson, Bethany Mays and Juliette Carlson.
Nephew: Avery Carlson
Training and Education: Public Elementary/Middle School/High School
Texas Air Academy
Stargate Academy
Service Record: Initially joined the Stargate Academy as an astrophysicist, but demonstrated remarkable aptitude in intelligence gathering. Built on these skills and was encouraged down a new path.
Has been serving in military intelligence since graduation, with a number of deployments.
Skills: Combat training
Communications and computer languages
Natural aptitude for learning spoken languages and is competent in at least seven, with fluencies in German, Spanish, French and Italian. Amusingly, he occasionally forgets which language he's meant to be speaking.
Can successfully boil an egg in an emergency food situation. This may sound frivolous, but when you get to learn how scatterbrained Beck can be, it's actually a remarkable feat that deserves note.
Personality: Beck is a good-natured, shy young man whose easy-going nature and instinctive need to help others means that he is rather inherently likeable. Throughout his airforce and academy years, he was the target for a number of practical jokers who latched onto his gentle nature and made him the butt of a number of practical jokes. It did him no harm, as nothing was particularly malicious.
He has a tendency to be incredibly intense about whatever subject has his interest at the time and this can lead to several things. First of all, everything not related to his project goes out the window. Food, sleep, hygiene - all of it becomes secondary to his objective. Secondly, he becomes more excitable and talkative than he usually is. This can alarm people. And so it should.
Ancient Gene: No. Much to his supreme irritation.
Other Information
Play By: Jared Padalecki
Name/Country: Sarah/UK
Roleplay Experience: Several bajillion years.
Roleplay Example:
"Enough."
The word came, unexpectedly, from Andy Buchanan. Andy Buchanan, the man who not so very long ago had been prepared to rip apart whoever had stolen Silea from the team with his bare hands, but who now stood there with the calmest expression on his face anybody had ever seen.
Everyone was about to see a very different side to quiet, introverted, subservient Andrew Gareth Buchanan.
He stepped forward from where he had been monitoring the door. He had watched his normally quite sane team mates launch themselves with full vim and vigour at Elivan, but had held back. He had held back because he was well aware that the 'idle' threat of ripping the man's head off was not idle at all. When Andy lost his temper, he lost it properly.
He had gone through that wall now and had come out the other side of temper into cold, cold, fury.
"Let me tell you something, Elivan, if that's even your real name," he said, in a disarmingly pleasant tone, moving to stand in front of the whimpering man, whose hand presently sported Kendra's knife. "And believe me when I say this, because I mean every last word."
Elivan looked up at the tall, muscled blond man with anxiety evident in his eyes. Andy gave him a smile. It was the sort of smile that sharks gave right before they finished their lunch.
"You think these two are bad?" he continued. "My team mates call me 'Rigger', shall I tell you why?" He moved a step closer.
Elivan moved an involuntary step back.
"They call me Rigger, because I'm quite capable of coming up with solutions to engineering problems with the minimum of equipment. So if you think threats and a knife in the hand are bad, let me tell you something. And listen very carefully."
He couldn't resist. He knew the joke would likely go over everyone in his team's heads, but he carried on and said it anyway.
"I shall say this only once."
He rummaged in the pockets of his trousers and produced a couple of items that he carried around at all times.
"A knife through the hand may be quite sentimental," he paraphrased, taking yet another step forward. "But a rubber band is an engineer's best friend." He held up a rubber band and a cigarette lighter. "Believe you me, an hour in the company of me and these little beauties, and you'll be begging for a knife through your hand."
He somehow made the thought of an hour with a rubber band and a cigarette lighter sound like the most terrifying prospect in the universe. It should have been funny. And yet it somehow wasn't.
Elivan's eyes darted around the team anxiously, then he began to cry. Not even gentle weeping, but real, throat-tearing sobs that wracked his body.
Andy didn't so much as bat an eyelid.
"So are you going to tell us who you're working for, where you got that communicator and, most importantly..." Andy moved yet another step closer until he was almost nose-to-nose with the man. "Where our friend has gone? Or am I going to have to..."
He raised the rubber band and pulled it back on his thumb in the most bizarrely threatening way possible.
Elivan sobbed some more and nodded his head. "I'll tell you," he said through his tears.
"Marvellous," said Andy, releasing the rubber band into the palm of his hand. "Speak up so everyone can hear you."
Then he moved back to the door and resumed staring out into the fading daylight.
Name: Beck Carlson
Gender: Male
Date of Birth (Age): 12th November (23)
Height: 6'4"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Anything Else of Note: Despite a rather lanky build, Beck has a surprising amount of strength in that wiry frame. He has a series of scars on his lower torso acquired over the course of his career so far, a tattoo of a wildcat on his shoulder and is allergic to penicillin.
Professional Information
Occupation: Intelligence Expert
Organization: US Airforce
Rank (If Applicable): Second Lieutenant
History
Personal History: The youngest child and only son of a family of five children, Beck Carlson had a happy childhood growing up in and around the town of Austin, Texas. His eldest sister Mary-ann, who was some twelve years older than he was joined the Airforce when he was only seven years old and he would gladly listen to her stories of what it was like. His other sisters all drifted away one by on to college, to get married and, in the case of his closest sibling Juliette, to have a baby at the age of 15.
This particular scandal pulled Beck's parents apart and they divorced. Beck was 14 at the time and the only one of the Carlson children still living at home, so chose to go with his father, moving out to Maryland for a while before returning to his native Texas.
Beck was a very serious sort of child, proving himself to be both academically bright and popular with the other children throughout his primary education, displaying a remarkable talent for the sciences. His tendency to take everything literally and very seriously made him a target for practical jokers.
He had made his mind up by the time he was thirteen years old that he wanted to follow his older sister into the armed forces and studied hard to achieve entry - with honours - into the Air Force academy where his ultimate career destination very rapidly became that of an astronaut. Beck became enamoured at the idea of going into space and threw himself into his studies with vigour and great success, sometimes at the cost of such basic things as 'eating' and 'sleeping'. A near-nervous breakdown when he was nineteen brought him back to his senses and he got a grip on his enthusiasm, and excelled still further.
He briefly acquired the nickname 'Muffin Man' when he presented, in a very serious tone of voice a paper to his Physics class that described in astonishingly intricate detail, the exact formula required to calculate the correct distributon of blueberries in a standard sized muffin. Someone had put the assignment in his tray for a joke, but in his normal, serious way, Beck had gone ahead with the project.
Not long after this, and to the lasting disappointment of his tutors, his interest in physics began to wane and he took more of an interest in other matters. He demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for communications and intelligence gathering and demonstrated a shrewd eye for detail that gave him some fairly impressive marks. He was encouraged to keep a hand in his physics education as well and the combination was perfect for his rapacious intellect.
It was the combination of his outstanding academic progress and blooming tactical genius that brought him to the attention of the Stargate programme. He was drafted into the Stargate Academy, where he simultaneous had the best and worst times of his entire life. His career, based on his progress to date, followed the path of the tactician. He had hoped - and requested - deployment to the Stargate programme permanently, but his skills took him away and into other areas where his skills were needed. As a result, he lost a lot of contact with his friends from the Academy as they all began their new lives in various top secret assignments.
He remains quiet and studious at times, rather shy and socially awkward, but with a certain natural charm that makes him surprisingly likeable.
Family: Mother: Sandra Carlson
Father: Dustin Carlson (Deceased)
Sisters: Mary-ann Peterson, Ingrid Carlson, Bethany Mays and Juliette Carlson.
Nephew: Avery Carlson
Training and Education: Public Elementary/Middle School/High School
Texas Air Academy
Stargate Academy
Service Record: Initially joined the Stargate Academy as an astrophysicist, but demonstrated remarkable aptitude in intelligence gathering. Built on these skills and was encouraged down a new path.
Has been serving in military intelligence since graduation, with a number of deployments.
Skills: Combat training
Communications and computer languages
Natural aptitude for learning spoken languages and is competent in at least seven, with fluencies in German, Spanish, French and Italian. Amusingly, he occasionally forgets which language he's meant to be speaking.
Can successfully boil an egg in an emergency food situation. This may sound frivolous, but when you get to learn how scatterbrained Beck can be, it's actually a remarkable feat that deserves note.
Personality: Beck is a good-natured, shy young man whose easy-going nature and instinctive need to help others means that he is rather inherently likeable. Throughout his airforce and academy years, he was the target for a number of practical jokers who latched onto his gentle nature and made him the butt of a number of practical jokes. It did him no harm, as nothing was particularly malicious.
He has a tendency to be incredibly intense about whatever subject has his interest at the time and this can lead to several things. First of all, everything not related to his project goes out the window. Food, sleep, hygiene - all of it becomes secondary to his objective. Secondly, he becomes more excitable and talkative than he usually is. This can alarm people. And so it should.
Ancient Gene: No. Much to his supreme irritation.
Other Information
Play By: Jared Padalecki
Name/Country: Sarah/UK
Roleplay Experience: Several bajillion years.
Roleplay Example:
"Enough."
The word came, unexpectedly, from Andy Buchanan. Andy Buchanan, the man who not so very long ago had been prepared to rip apart whoever had stolen Silea from the team with his bare hands, but who now stood there with the calmest expression on his face anybody had ever seen.
Everyone was about to see a very different side to quiet, introverted, subservient Andrew Gareth Buchanan.
He stepped forward from where he had been monitoring the door. He had watched his normally quite sane team mates launch themselves with full vim and vigour at Elivan, but had held back. He had held back because he was well aware that the 'idle' threat of ripping the man's head off was not idle at all. When Andy lost his temper, he lost it properly.
He had gone through that wall now and had come out the other side of temper into cold, cold, fury.
"Let me tell you something, Elivan, if that's even your real name," he said, in a disarmingly pleasant tone, moving to stand in front of the whimpering man, whose hand presently sported Kendra's knife. "And believe me when I say this, because I mean every last word."
Elivan looked up at the tall, muscled blond man with anxiety evident in his eyes. Andy gave him a smile. It was the sort of smile that sharks gave right before they finished their lunch.
"You think these two are bad?" he continued. "My team mates call me 'Rigger', shall I tell you why?" He moved a step closer.
Elivan moved an involuntary step back.
"They call me Rigger, because I'm quite capable of coming up with solutions to engineering problems with the minimum of equipment. So if you think threats and a knife in the hand are bad, let me tell you something. And listen very carefully."
He couldn't resist. He knew the joke would likely go over everyone in his team's heads, but he carried on and said it anyway.
"I shall say this only once."
He rummaged in the pockets of his trousers and produced a couple of items that he carried around at all times.
"A knife through the hand may be quite sentimental," he paraphrased, taking yet another step forward. "But a rubber band is an engineer's best friend." He held up a rubber band and a cigarette lighter. "Believe you me, an hour in the company of me and these little beauties, and you'll be begging for a knife through your hand."
He somehow made the thought of an hour with a rubber band and a cigarette lighter sound like the most terrifying prospect in the universe. It should have been funny. And yet it somehow wasn't.
Elivan's eyes darted around the team anxiously, then he began to cry. Not even gentle weeping, but real, throat-tearing sobs that wracked his body.
Andy didn't so much as bat an eyelid.
"So are you going to tell us who you're working for, where you got that communicator and, most importantly..." Andy moved yet another step closer until he was almost nose-to-nose with the man. "Where our friend has gone? Or am I going to have to..."
He raised the rubber band and pulled it back on his thumb in the most bizarrely threatening way possible.
Elivan sobbed some more and nodded his head. "I'll tell you," he said through his tears.
"Marvellous," said Andy, releasing the rubber band into the palm of his hand. "Speak up so everyone can hear you."
Then he moved back to the door and resumed staring out into the fading daylight.
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