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seetoomuch_dontseeenough) wrote2013-08-02 12:51 am
seetoomuch_dontseeenough) wrote2013-08-02 12:51 am
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app for ryan's gulch - wip
☞ Player Information;
Name: Kirk
Player Journal:foolandsnake
Age: 21
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assbanditkirk or this journal
Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: N/A
☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Will Graham
Canon: Hannibal
OU or AU?: AU, Bioshock setting
Canon point: Current to the timeline, I suppose?
Setting: you know the setting don't look at me
History: In the canon timeline, we know that Will's mother left when he was young, meaning he was in the care of his father for his childhood. We hear that they were poor, and moved a lot, probably due to his father working in boatyards. He was always an outsider at the schools he went to. In AU, the same history is entirely possible, especially considering both the industry of the time and the kind of character that people had. And so beyond, here we have the AU history of Will in detail.
Will Graham is born in 1923 to a mother who works in the most scandalous of profesions:politics prostitution. Being an independent working woman who would only be dragged down by the presence of a child, she dumps Will into the hands of his father and does not get involved in Will's life beyond this. Will's father was no dad of the year, but he did his best to support himself and his son, often moving around to wherever was best for him to find work. His childhood was spent more in hotel rooms rented by the week than it was in a house with a bed to call his own. It was cheaper that way. Less paperwork too.
Will never really made any friends as a result of his sporadic living situation. At first, he'd get picked on here or there, when he was younger and more prone to expressing that he was upset. As he grew up, the taunts phased him less, meaning with each new school there was always the tries on the first day and nothing more beyond that. Picking on him wasn't fun, but he was too quiet and distant for anyone to befriend him either. He probably wouldn't have even gone to school if it had cost money. Luckily for him, public school houses were a thing and he worked diligently on schoolwork. It suited him fine that the other kids didn't bother with him, for the most part, but it was lonely. He would wonder what it was like to spend time with someone and talk, but then he wondered what he'd even talk about.
As he got older, breaking into his teenage years, he became more aware of people's emotions. All those little behaviors, the tones, the body language, but especially the looks that people had in their eyes. Or didn't have. Eyes that were dishonest and betrayed what everything else said about a person, including their words. Sometimes he felt like looking into others too hard would cause the same feelings to swell up in him, which caused trouble a couple of times with the more aggressive peers he had. His avoidant nature grew, and alongside his schooling, he took up a part time job when he was old enough.
The war began, and his father had to go and serve. Usually if the draftee were still responsible for family, they could stay behind, but Will was 16, old enough and supporting himself well enough at that point. So, Will's father went off to serve, and he became more involved in industry work. He learned things like welding and assembly, skills that were important considering the military industry at the time. When it came time for him to be drafted, he was relocated to a manufacturing facility that dealt strictly in construction of boats and submarines for the Navy. Not long after, he received a letter informing him of the loss of his father in the field.
It was a small service. There were few people to invite and Will... understood the loss, but his grieving process was quick. He respected his father, loved him, but now was a time to be more concerned about the living. He carried on with his work on the home front, kindly objecting whenever he was asked to serve on the field. Will got into some fights with other men and sometimes even took punches from women for his lack of "patriotism." He tried to keep out of trouble but sometimes he caught eyes with those men and felt the reflection of their anger so strongly that he jumped right back at them.
Sometimes he wondered if his affinity for other people's emotions was a sickness. Some would consider being able to understand someone's feelings to be a good thing, but for Will it was more a burden really. It created a wedge between him and the people around him. He saw things he didn't want to see in people and so he just stepped away from them. He'd heard that the circumstances at asylums were horrific and unreasonable conditions for a human being, so he thought his safest bet would to just appear distant from people instead of looking like a freak. Especially since psychology was on the rise, and with it: psychosurgery. They preached like the procedures were harmless, life-saving, life-changing, but the only thing they changed was if you were on the same mental capacity as a vegetable or not. Or if you were still alive.
Will stayed out of any fields that would bring to light his "ability," and stuck to doing labor gigs. Welding, especially for sea-bound projects, was lucrative and he was living okay. He became good at this, and his experience caused him to be a good leader and teacher for those who were new to the field. He carried on with this work for a couple of years until he was approached to work on a project called Rapture. He agreed, signing a non-disclosure agreement with ease. He had no real intimate attachments.
He was amazed by the scale of the project. Amazed by the project itself. He stayed on for the construction of Rapture up till its completion and afterwards, he stayed there to make sure that it stayed in one piece. He didn't feel the need to claim any big titles about it. Will worked at the same level as any other laborer in Rapture. And it wasn't bad. There were some things that he didn't really agree with, but he kept quiet about those things and went with the flow.
Will didn't get too involved with the plasmids or gene tonics. He preferred to keep a pistol on him in the event that a splicer attacked him instead of experiencing the risk of... well, all the side effects. Which he could indirectly feel thanks to that whole empathy thing.
wip maybe idk i might add more, flesh it out
Personality: Try to cover all important facets of your character's personality; at least three hundred words should suffice.
Abilities: Please detail whatever abilities your character has in their original setting and how they might affect your character (or how they might use them) in Ryan's Gulch.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? He arrived via invitation, being an AU into the Bioshock universe.
Network sample: An example post to the Rapture Hotline of at least 100 words.
Log sample: An example prose post of at least 300 words.
Name: Kirk
Player Journal:
foolandsnakeAge: 21
Contact:
Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: N/A
☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Will Graham
Canon: Hannibal
OU or AU?: AU, Bioshock setting
Canon point: Current to the timeline, I suppose?
Setting: you know the setting don't look at me
History: In the canon timeline, we know that Will's mother left when he was young, meaning he was in the care of his father for his childhood. We hear that they were poor, and moved a lot, probably due to his father working in boatyards. He was always an outsider at the schools he went to. In AU, the same history is entirely possible, especially considering both the industry of the time and the kind of character that people had. And so beyond, here we have the AU history of Will in detail.
Will Graham is born in 1923 to a mother who works in the most scandalous of profesions:
Will never really made any friends as a result of his sporadic living situation. At first, he'd get picked on here or there, when he was younger and more prone to expressing that he was upset. As he grew up, the taunts phased him less, meaning with each new school there was always the tries on the first day and nothing more beyond that. Picking on him wasn't fun, but he was too quiet and distant for anyone to befriend him either. He probably wouldn't have even gone to school if it had cost money. Luckily for him, public school houses were a thing and he worked diligently on schoolwork. It suited him fine that the other kids didn't bother with him, for the most part, but it was lonely. He would wonder what it was like to spend time with someone and talk, but then he wondered what he'd even talk about.
As he got older, breaking into his teenage years, he became more aware of people's emotions. All those little behaviors, the tones, the body language, but especially the looks that people had in their eyes. Or didn't have. Eyes that were dishonest and betrayed what everything else said about a person, including their words. Sometimes he felt like looking into others too hard would cause the same feelings to swell up in him, which caused trouble a couple of times with the more aggressive peers he had. His avoidant nature grew, and alongside his schooling, he took up a part time job when he was old enough.
The war began, and his father had to go and serve. Usually if the draftee were still responsible for family, they could stay behind, but Will was 16, old enough and supporting himself well enough at that point. So, Will's father went off to serve, and he became more involved in industry work. He learned things like welding and assembly, skills that were important considering the military industry at the time. When it came time for him to be drafted, he was relocated to a manufacturing facility that dealt strictly in construction of boats and submarines for the Navy. Not long after, he received a letter informing him of the loss of his father in the field.
It was a small service. There were few people to invite and Will... understood the loss, but his grieving process was quick. He respected his father, loved him, but now was a time to be more concerned about the living. He carried on with his work on the home front, kindly objecting whenever he was asked to serve on the field. Will got into some fights with other men and sometimes even took punches from women for his lack of "patriotism." He tried to keep out of trouble but sometimes he caught eyes with those men and felt the reflection of their anger so strongly that he jumped right back at them.
Sometimes he wondered if his affinity for other people's emotions was a sickness. Some would consider being able to understand someone's feelings to be a good thing, but for Will it was more a burden really. It created a wedge between him and the people around him. He saw things he didn't want to see in people and so he just stepped away from them. He'd heard that the circumstances at asylums were horrific and unreasonable conditions for a human being, so he thought his safest bet would to just appear distant from people instead of looking like a freak. Especially since psychology was on the rise, and with it: psychosurgery. They preached like the procedures were harmless, life-saving, life-changing, but the only thing they changed was if you were on the same mental capacity as a vegetable or not. Or if you were still alive.
Will stayed out of any fields that would bring to light his "ability," and stuck to doing labor gigs. Welding, especially for sea-bound projects, was lucrative and he was living okay. He became good at this, and his experience caused him to be a good leader and teacher for those who were new to the field. He carried on with this work for a couple of years until he was approached to work on a project called Rapture. He agreed, signing a non-disclosure agreement with ease. He had no real intimate attachments.
He was amazed by the scale of the project. Amazed by the project itself. He stayed on for the construction of Rapture up till its completion and afterwards, he stayed there to make sure that it stayed in one piece. He didn't feel the need to claim any big titles about it. Will worked at the same level as any other laborer in Rapture. And it wasn't bad. There were some things that he didn't really agree with, but he kept quiet about those things and went with the flow.
Will didn't get too involved with the plasmids or gene tonics. He preferred to keep a pistol on him in the event that a splicer attacked him instead of experiencing the risk of... well, all the side effects. Which he could indirectly feel thanks to that whole empathy thing.
wip maybe idk i might add more, flesh it out
Personality: Try to cover all important facets of your character's personality; at least three hundred words should suffice.
Abilities: Please detail whatever abilities your character has in their original setting and how they might affect your character (or how they might use them) in Ryan's Gulch.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? He arrived via invitation, being an AU into the Bioshock universe.
Network sample: An example post to the Rapture Hotline of at least 100 words.
Log sample: An example prose post of at least 300 words.