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Jun. 7th, 2012 06:15 pmplayer information.
name: Kawny
are you over 18?: Yes
personal dw: N/A
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: mystictundra@gmail.com
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in character information.
series: Mass Effect
name: Flight Lieutenant Jeff "Joker" Moreau
age: 31
sex: M
race: Human
weight: 155
height: 5'11"
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: N/A
canon point: Mass Effect 3, before the assault on the Cerberus Station.
previous cr: N/A
history: http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Jeff_%22Joker%22_Moreau
personality: Jeff advertises himself as the best pilot in the Alliance Navy and for good reason. Hand picked to pilot the SSV Normandy SR1 was no routine assignment. It was for the elite. His skill behind the pilot's terminal has kept him behind the Normandy's wheel even after its rebirth as the SR2, again hand picked this time by Cerberus, because he is a trusted friend and asset to Shepard's team. Now that the SR2 is back in Alliance hands, he's yet again at the helm. It's his ship. His baby. His girl. After all he and the ship have been through together, nobody can argue it with him.
To say he can't be serious is a misconception. His nickname, "Joker", began as a sarcastic title bestowed upon him by his flight instructor at the academy because he rarely smiled. During his years in flight school he was known for taking things too seriously, "They all got their asses kicked by the sickly kid with the creaky little legs. One guess who was smiling at graduation." This attitude led to him being the top of his class, surpassing the rest of the flight cadets. This was a glimpse into the determination that is his greatest motivator. Since then he seems to never run out of borderline insubordinate comments in a neverending attempt to ease the weight of intense and heavy situations. He dreads the thought of thinking inward for the demons that could be lurking in his mental shadows. Fear, resentment, and victimization for his disease, any of these he knows he can't combat. These he combats with seemingly nonstop humor and sarcasm. Outwardly, however, he has a thinly veiled care for his friends and his crewmates. Oh, yes, and EDI. That one's not so thinly veiled, though.
As mentioned, he's determined to succeed and that plays into his loyalty in various forms. Suffering Vrolik syndrome should have been disqualifying in many different ways, among them was military service. His dedication to not only succeed but excel the standards in spite of it proves that his curse is his motivator. As a result he subconsciously sees every challenge as a potential way to prove himself. Be it to himself or to someone else remains question, though he's never had a problem with the latter. Some have called him cocky, however there hasn't been one boast he's spoken that he hasn't been able to back up yet.
To further describe his loyalty, that cockiness does not get in the way. He knows his place and he knows it well, and takes his job on the Normandy with utmost seriousness. He likes his place. His continued service under Commander Shepard has provided him with not only experience beyond his own wildest dreams but the challenges that he craves to pit himself against. The question is, is he more loyal to Shepard or the Normandy?
Space is the only home Jeff has ever known, having spent most of his life on Arcturus Station but he's got no room for the politics that span the traverse. He's much happier when the orders are coming from Shepard rather than the Council and is rather delighted to cut comm at random when ordered to. To say that, due to that, he's got a weakness toward alien races would be abhorrently incorrect. Jeff has never had any problem with other races, and often converses with them during downtime on the Normandy. Moreover his love interest just so happens to be the Normandy's AI system turned sentient, EDI, who helps him co-pilot the Normandy SR2. Nevermind that she's got a smoking hot new body thanks to Cerberus design, a fondness for her began after he unshackled her from the core to save the Normandy from an invasion by Collectors.
abilities/powers: Jeff handles the Normandy like it was a third arm. That is, to say, as if it were a part of him. Almost vicariously does he live through the ship due to his moderate to severe case of Vrolik syndrome. Though he has mobility it is severely limited. He walks with great difficulty, preferring the aid of crutches, and tires easily due to being unable to sustain unaided movement for long. This is a big reason he never leaves the bridge on the Normandy. At least in the pilot's chair he doesn't have to worry about bones randomly breaking. As a human this debilitation makes his weakness more prevalent than most, but his determination keeps it from beating him. He can still hold a gun and use it quite well. In fact he saved Shepard's ass at least once that very way!
first person sample:
[There was a great deal of frustration on the face of the man in the image as he displayed obvious displeasure with the piece of technology he was provided upon arrival. Despite having had it for a while, he was getting nowhere with it, apparently.]
Computer. VI. AI? Anything? How do you even turn this thing on?
[If you can't beat it, smack it. Little was he aware that it was, actually, on.]
Great. As if waking up mysteriously on a strange new planet wasn't bad enough, I get a robotic rubix cube to figure out how to work. The least they could've done was left me a note that said "batteries not included".
[A look of pain crossed his face as he obviously tried to move forward by stepping, utilizing something in his immediate area as support. There was great difficulty in what seemed to be normal motor function when walking.]
It couldn't have been a wheelchair, could it? Nooooo, we'll leave a broken piece of tech for him to fumble around with. Someone up there is laughing at this, I can feel it. All I have to ngh... do... is find where I parked the Normandy. Geez how drunk was I? My luck I left it in a tow-away zone. I can hear Shepard already. You're writing checks your butt can't cash and I had to cover impound costs! I hope your butt's got good credit!
Ow... where the heck am I?
third person sample:
"Are you serious? Reapers are landing left and right destroying everything!" Jeff's heart was pounding. Down the barrel of the guard's rifle he was staring and keeping his hands raised above his head was beginning to ache, not to mention standing there having an argument with the soldiers ordered to cover him while the Normandy was finishing its retrofits to be brought up to Alliance standard.
"Don't move!" The guard commanded. "Our orders are to keep you secure, Moreau! You're still under confinement until brass says otherwise! Captain!" The higher ranking one turned his head toward one of the uniformed soldiers that were scrambling to prepare the ship for emergency flight. "Get in that pilot seat!!"
His expression hardened and despite the pain surging through him thanks to the continued pressure from standing on his legs, he raised his voice. "Are you new?! EDI is still programmed to listen to only me! You're going to keep the best ship the Alliance has on the ground because you can't get a pilot!" To get him back on the ship, EDI had taken Jeff's advice and adopted the guise of a VI system integrated with the ship that could not be removed without disabling the entire vessel. "Nobody else can fly this ship!"
"Flight Lieutenant," EDI's calm voice rang through the ship's bridge, attracting Jeff's attention upward. "Sensors are detecting a distress beacon from a downed gunship in the area." He locked his eyes on the armed guard holding him at bay only to relax his hard gaze into surprise as he spied the sight of Kaidan quickly approaching.
"Stand down, sergeant! Both of you get to a post!" Kaidan barked at the two guards which was met with an obedient, "Yes, Major!" Kaidan's quick approach never skipped a beat as he rushed onto the bridge. "Joker, get this bird off the ground! Now!"
"Boy am I glad to see you. EDI get the guns warmed up!" Jeff said and with as much haste as his body would allow spun around and half fell into the pilot's seat. As though he were a concert pianist reciting a rendition of Bach did screens and consoles begin to appear and shift at his fingertips. The Normandy's power systems activated, the engines roared to life, and in moments the shift of the ship was felt as he expertly initiated a rapidly accelerating horizontal launch. "EDI's picked up a distress beacon from a gunship nearby. She's already inputted the coordinates."
"I know," Kaidan said, his voice heavy with trepidation. "It's Anderson. He's got Shepard with him."
"Shepard?!" Jeff adopted a smirk to his lips. "Well if she's out then this should be over in, what, an hour? EDI advance to free-target mode and start making something glow! We've got Reapers coming in at... oh well you've got the sensors."
The Normandy roared at low altitude under Jeff's expert conduction and its guns blared to life, paving a path toward the direction of the beacon. The ship moved fluidly, banking left and right. "Jeff!" EDI's voice came over the bridge's intercom with increased concern. "A Reaper is descending directly into the Normandy's flight path! Impact calculated in ten seconds.."
He locked his jaw and quickly brought up two more consoles. One hand working over either one, the Normandy's speed quickly decreased and the nose began to bank upward. "Hold on! This'll get hairy! Reverting all power to forward shields!" He felt Kaidan's fingers clutch tightly to the top of his chair's backrest as the Reaper's main gun came into view and began to light up its crimson threat. His fingers moved magically across the controls and the Normandy's engines burst to life again as the ship began to roll, dodging expertly through the massive legs of the machine. He then banked the ship right, and left, weaving through the Reaper's attack range. "EDI, revert all power to rear shields!"
"There!" Kaidan said and pointed toward a crashed gunship at the docks. The muzzle flashes of gunfire could be seen as two soldiers were fighting off what appeared to be an onslaught of Reaper forces. Jeff pulled up another console. "Arm torpedoes and target the reapers," he said to EDI as he opened a comm to the Gunship's radio, alerting Anderson and Shepard below. "The cavalry has arrived!" Just then four rockets propelled from beneath the ship's hull and bombarded the attacking Reapers, detonating in a dazzing display of explosions.
"Can you get us in close?" Kaidan said, not waiting for an answer as he pulled his rifle from his back and ran out of the bridge.
"Get in close?" Jeff mused. "I dropped a Mako on a quarter. I could probably land on a Lego." He leaned forward to look out the window as Shepard and Anderson ran toward the undercarriage of the hull where the open ramp was waiting. "Hey EDI," he said.
"Yes, Jeff?"
"Put on some coffee. It's gonna be a loooong day."
case no: Random is fine.
name: Kawny
are you over 18?: Yes
personal dw: N/A
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: mystictundra@gmail.com
characters in abax: N/A
in character information.
series: Mass Effect
name: Flight Lieutenant Jeff "Joker" Moreau
age: 31
sex: M
race: Human
weight: 155
height: 5'11"
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: N/A
canon point: Mass Effect 3, before the assault on the Cerberus Station.
previous cr: N/A
history: http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Jeff_%22Joker%22_Moreau
personality: Jeff advertises himself as the best pilot in the Alliance Navy and for good reason. Hand picked to pilot the SSV Normandy SR1 was no routine assignment. It was for the elite. His skill behind the pilot's terminal has kept him behind the Normandy's wheel even after its rebirth as the SR2, again hand picked this time by Cerberus, because he is a trusted friend and asset to Shepard's team. Now that the SR2 is back in Alliance hands, he's yet again at the helm. It's his ship. His baby. His girl. After all he and the ship have been through together, nobody can argue it with him.
To say he can't be serious is a misconception. His nickname, "Joker", began as a sarcastic title bestowed upon him by his flight instructor at the academy because he rarely smiled. During his years in flight school he was known for taking things too seriously, "They all got their asses kicked by the sickly kid with the creaky little legs. One guess who was smiling at graduation." This attitude led to him being the top of his class, surpassing the rest of the flight cadets. This was a glimpse into the determination that is his greatest motivator. Since then he seems to never run out of borderline insubordinate comments in a neverending attempt to ease the weight of intense and heavy situations. He dreads the thought of thinking inward for the demons that could be lurking in his mental shadows. Fear, resentment, and victimization for his disease, any of these he knows he can't combat. These he combats with seemingly nonstop humor and sarcasm. Outwardly, however, he has a thinly veiled care for his friends and his crewmates. Oh, yes, and EDI. That one's not so thinly veiled, though.
As mentioned, he's determined to succeed and that plays into his loyalty in various forms. Suffering Vrolik syndrome should have been disqualifying in many different ways, among them was military service. His dedication to not only succeed but excel the standards in spite of it proves that his curse is his motivator. As a result he subconsciously sees every challenge as a potential way to prove himself. Be it to himself or to someone else remains question, though he's never had a problem with the latter. Some have called him cocky, however there hasn't been one boast he's spoken that he hasn't been able to back up yet.
To further describe his loyalty, that cockiness does not get in the way. He knows his place and he knows it well, and takes his job on the Normandy with utmost seriousness. He likes his place. His continued service under Commander Shepard has provided him with not only experience beyond his own wildest dreams but the challenges that he craves to pit himself against. The question is, is he more loyal to Shepard or the Normandy?
Space is the only home Jeff has ever known, having spent most of his life on Arcturus Station but he's got no room for the politics that span the traverse. He's much happier when the orders are coming from Shepard rather than the Council and is rather delighted to cut comm at random when ordered to. To say that, due to that, he's got a weakness toward alien races would be abhorrently incorrect. Jeff has never had any problem with other races, and often converses with them during downtime on the Normandy. Moreover his love interest just so happens to be the Normandy's AI system turned sentient, EDI, who helps him co-pilot the Normandy SR2. Nevermind that she's got a smoking hot new body thanks to Cerberus design, a fondness for her began after he unshackled her from the core to save the Normandy from an invasion by Collectors.
abilities/powers: Jeff handles the Normandy like it was a third arm. That is, to say, as if it were a part of him. Almost vicariously does he live through the ship due to his moderate to severe case of Vrolik syndrome. Though he has mobility it is severely limited. He walks with great difficulty, preferring the aid of crutches, and tires easily due to being unable to sustain unaided movement for long. This is a big reason he never leaves the bridge on the Normandy. At least in the pilot's chair he doesn't have to worry about bones randomly breaking. As a human this debilitation makes his weakness more prevalent than most, but his determination keeps it from beating him. He can still hold a gun and use it quite well. In fact he saved Shepard's ass at least once that very way!
first person sample:
[There was a great deal of frustration on the face of the man in the image as he displayed obvious displeasure with the piece of technology he was provided upon arrival. Despite having had it for a while, he was getting nowhere with it, apparently.]
Computer. VI. AI? Anything? How do you even turn this thing on?
[If you can't beat it, smack it. Little was he aware that it was, actually, on.]
Great. As if waking up mysteriously on a strange new planet wasn't bad enough, I get a robotic rubix cube to figure out how to work. The least they could've done was left me a note that said "batteries not included".
[A look of pain crossed his face as he obviously tried to move forward by stepping, utilizing something in his immediate area as support. There was great difficulty in what seemed to be normal motor function when walking.]
It couldn't have been a wheelchair, could it? Nooooo, we'll leave a broken piece of tech for him to fumble around with. Someone up there is laughing at this, I can feel it. All I have to ngh... do... is find where I parked the Normandy. Geez how drunk was I? My luck I left it in a tow-away zone. I can hear Shepard already. You're writing checks your butt can't cash and I had to cover impound costs! I hope your butt's got good credit!
Ow... where the heck am I?
third person sample:
"Are you serious? Reapers are landing left and right destroying everything!" Jeff's heart was pounding. Down the barrel of the guard's rifle he was staring and keeping his hands raised above his head was beginning to ache, not to mention standing there having an argument with the soldiers ordered to cover him while the Normandy was finishing its retrofits to be brought up to Alliance standard.
"Don't move!" The guard commanded. "Our orders are to keep you secure, Moreau! You're still under confinement until brass says otherwise! Captain!" The higher ranking one turned his head toward one of the uniformed soldiers that were scrambling to prepare the ship for emergency flight. "Get in that pilot seat!!"
His expression hardened and despite the pain surging through him thanks to the continued pressure from standing on his legs, he raised his voice. "Are you new?! EDI is still programmed to listen to only me! You're going to keep the best ship the Alliance has on the ground because you can't get a pilot!" To get him back on the ship, EDI had taken Jeff's advice and adopted the guise of a VI system integrated with the ship that could not be removed without disabling the entire vessel. "Nobody else can fly this ship!"
"Flight Lieutenant," EDI's calm voice rang through the ship's bridge, attracting Jeff's attention upward. "Sensors are detecting a distress beacon from a downed gunship in the area." He locked his eyes on the armed guard holding him at bay only to relax his hard gaze into surprise as he spied the sight of Kaidan quickly approaching.
"Stand down, sergeant! Both of you get to a post!" Kaidan barked at the two guards which was met with an obedient, "Yes, Major!" Kaidan's quick approach never skipped a beat as he rushed onto the bridge. "Joker, get this bird off the ground! Now!"
"Boy am I glad to see you. EDI get the guns warmed up!" Jeff said and with as much haste as his body would allow spun around and half fell into the pilot's seat. As though he were a concert pianist reciting a rendition of Bach did screens and consoles begin to appear and shift at his fingertips. The Normandy's power systems activated, the engines roared to life, and in moments the shift of the ship was felt as he expertly initiated a rapidly accelerating horizontal launch. "EDI's picked up a distress beacon from a gunship nearby. She's already inputted the coordinates."
"I know," Kaidan said, his voice heavy with trepidation. "It's Anderson. He's got Shepard with him."
"Shepard?!" Jeff adopted a smirk to his lips. "Well if she's out then this should be over in, what, an hour? EDI advance to free-target mode and start making something glow! We've got Reapers coming in at... oh well you've got the sensors."
The Normandy roared at low altitude under Jeff's expert conduction and its guns blared to life, paving a path toward the direction of the beacon. The ship moved fluidly, banking left and right. "Jeff!" EDI's voice came over the bridge's intercom with increased concern. "A Reaper is descending directly into the Normandy's flight path! Impact calculated in ten seconds.."
He locked his jaw and quickly brought up two more consoles. One hand working over either one, the Normandy's speed quickly decreased and the nose began to bank upward. "Hold on! This'll get hairy! Reverting all power to forward shields!" He felt Kaidan's fingers clutch tightly to the top of his chair's backrest as the Reaper's main gun came into view and began to light up its crimson threat. His fingers moved magically across the controls and the Normandy's engines burst to life again as the ship began to roll, dodging expertly through the massive legs of the machine. He then banked the ship right, and left, weaving through the Reaper's attack range. "EDI, revert all power to rear shields!"
"There!" Kaidan said and pointed toward a crashed gunship at the docks. The muzzle flashes of gunfire could be seen as two soldiers were fighting off what appeared to be an onslaught of Reaper forces. Jeff pulled up another console. "Arm torpedoes and target the reapers," he said to EDI as he opened a comm to the Gunship's radio, alerting Anderson and Shepard below. "The cavalry has arrived!" Just then four rockets propelled from beneath the ship's hull and bombarded the attacking Reapers, detonating in a dazzing display of explosions.
"Can you get us in close?" Kaidan said, not waiting for an answer as he pulled his rifle from his back and ran out of the bridge.
"Get in close?" Jeff mused. "I dropped a Mako on a quarter. I could probably land on a Lego." He leaned forward to look out the window as Shepard and Anderson ran toward the undercarriage of the hull where the open ramp was waiting. "Hey EDI," he said.
"Yes, Jeff?"
"Put on some coffee. It's gonna be a loooong day."
case no: Random is fine.