Mirror universes, part 1
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moonlup:
So many, if not all, of the characters we play are good men and women at heart. But in another world, where something went wrong, they become nightmares.
What's their story?
Ray Stantz,gone_byebye: When you get completely and thoroughly caught up in science as a young boy, you learn a lot, but you don’t really have time for other things. Ray never developed a conscience. He maintained a childlike sense of wonder and a burning desire to understand the universe around him, but the concept that what happened to other people mattered never really sank in. Columbia University was a bit scared of him, but they were happy to see him off with a Ph.D., especially since he promised he’d make regular donations from his big fat government paycheck. Anyone who asks about which bit of the government the paycheck comes from is told it’s the Bureau of Indian Affairs, now stop asking stupid questions. It is probably best if you don’t exhibit some sign of psychic powers in public in that world. Someone will find you. And then no one will find you.
Belar,alorn_bear: See ‘the life of his brother Torak’. Only with Scanda-Russian types instead of Arabo-Mongol followers.
Gordon Freeman,acts_of_gord: A childhood of competition with his older brother and a largely absent father left Gordon with the very strong impression that you couldn’t count on anyone in this life but yourself (despite his mother’s best efforts to the contrary). He developed a reputation for splitting his days between scientific research and biathlon practice. His goal was to get the hell away from people, and to be able to make them stay away if they tried to find him. The tennis ball cannon he built when he was six got hauled out of mothballs, dusted off, and upgraded into a homemade slugthrower, which got upgraded into … something else. Fortunately he got hired by a Washington firm, TF Industries, and put to work on railgun research before anything could happen to put him on the nightly news. When those idiots at Black Mesa tore reality a new one and the rifts started showing up all over the planet, he grabbed pretty much one of everything in the lab and started laying waste to anything that didn’t have red blood. It was amazingly effective. By the time of the Seven Hours War he’d carved out his own little fiefdom based on the promise of ‘do what I want and I’ll protect you from anything’, but the Combine were a little overwhelming even for him.
For a while, anyway. You can get a lot of weapons research done if you let everyone think you’ve vanished completely. And if you happen to drop a few rumors here and there about your eventual return, well, when you do show up with guns the likes of which God has never seen, is it really such a bad thing to capitalize on the way everyone assumes you’re the Messiah?
Medic,hands_of_blu: Took his papers from medical school and went looking for someone to hire him to let him do the research he was really interested in. No one knows how he got there, but his name and picture’s all over the really nasty research done by Unit 731. And no one knows where he is now…
The others are going to take a bit to work out.
moonlup:So many, if not all, of the characters we play are good men and women at heart. But in another world, where something went wrong, they become nightmares.
What's their story?
Ray Stantz,
gone_byebye: When you get completely and thoroughly caught up in science as a young boy, you learn a lot, but you don’t really have time for other things. Ray never developed a conscience. He maintained a childlike sense of wonder and a burning desire to understand the universe around him, but the concept that what happened to other people mattered never really sank in. Columbia University was a bit scared of him, but they were happy to see him off with a Ph.D., especially since he promised he’d make regular donations from his big fat government paycheck. Anyone who asks about which bit of the government the paycheck comes from is told it’s the Bureau of Indian Affairs, now stop asking stupid questions. It is probably best if you don’t exhibit some sign of psychic powers in public in that world. Someone will find you. And then no one will find you.Belar,
alorn_bear: See ‘the life of his brother Torak’. Only with Scanda-Russian types instead of Arabo-Mongol followers.Gordon Freeman,
acts_of_gord: A childhood of competition with his older brother and a largely absent father left Gordon with the very strong impression that you couldn’t count on anyone in this life but yourself (despite his mother’s best efforts to the contrary). He developed a reputation for splitting his days between scientific research and biathlon practice. His goal was to get the hell away from people, and to be able to make them stay away if they tried to find him. The tennis ball cannon he built when he was six got hauled out of mothballs, dusted off, and upgraded into a homemade slugthrower, which got upgraded into … something else. Fortunately he got hired by a Washington firm, TF Industries, and put to work on railgun research before anything could happen to put him on the nightly news. When those idiots at Black Mesa tore reality a new one and the rifts started showing up all over the planet, he grabbed pretty much one of everything in the lab and started laying waste to anything that didn’t have red blood. It was amazingly effective. By the time of the Seven Hours War he’d carved out his own little fiefdom based on the promise of ‘do what I want and I’ll protect you from anything’, but the Combine were a little overwhelming even for him.For a while, anyway. You can get a lot of weapons research done if you let everyone think you’ve vanished completely. And if you happen to drop a few rumors here and there about your eventual return, well, when you do show up with guns the likes of which God has never seen, is it really such a bad thing to capitalize on the way everyone assumes you’re the Messiah?
Medic,
hands_of_blu: Took his papers from medical school and went looking for someone to hire him to let him do the research he was really interested in. No one knows how he got there, but his name and picture’s all over the really nasty research done by Unit 731. And no one knows where he is now…The others are going to take a bit to work out.
