Post by Willheim on Jul 28, 2008 22:14:30 GMT -6
Designation: Willheim "7-D5"
Born on overpopulated Earth, Willheim grew up in the cramped, damp neighborhoods of the Windy City, Chicago. This matters little, however, as he cannot remember much, if any, of it at all. How this happened is a tale in itself, involving his participation on the now lost extra-solar colonization attempt so many years past. You see, Willheim is a technophile. Well...sorta. He does derive pleasure from interaction with machines, but not to the point of him...well, being similar to a necrophiliac. Anyway...
Willheim was a tech specialist aboard that outbound flight, right up until he tried to integrate his mental pathways with the cybernetic infrastructure of the ship itself, almost like grafting a cyberpart to ones body. The attempt, unauthorized, both caused him to lose his position aboard the ship, and much of his mental and physical facilities. If you see the blonde haired man, you may notice uncontrolled spasms of his arms, and hear him muttering to himself as though he were a deranged man better left locked up in an asylum. He does have his moments of clarity, however scarce they may be, and can be quite charming, if not slightly overbearing and overzealous when speaking to those with cybernetic parts. Despite his...problems, he remains an able mechanic, and seems capable of working on fine machines without the crazed spasms, though these return with a vengence once his tools are put down.
[Stats will be made...eventually D;]
Born on overpopulated Earth, Willheim grew up in the cramped, damp neighborhoods of the Windy City, Chicago. This matters little, however, as he cannot remember much, if any, of it at all. How this happened is a tale in itself, involving his participation on the now lost extra-solar colonization attempt so many years past. You see, Willheim is a technophile. Well...sorta. He does derive pleasure from interaction with machines, but not to the point of him...well, being similar to a necrophiliac. Anyway...
Willheim was a tech specialist aboard that outbound flight, right up until he tried to integrate his mental pathways with the cybernetic infrastructure of the ship itself, almost like grafting a cyberpart to ones body. The attempt, unauthorized, both caused him to lose his position aboard the ship, and much of his mental and physical facilities. If you see the blonde haired man, you may notice uncontrolled spasms of his arms, and hear him muttering to himself as though he were a deranged man better left locked up in an asylum. He does have his moments of clarity, however scarce they may be, and can be quite charming, if not slightly overbearing and overzealous when speaking to those with cybernetic parts. Despite his...problems, he remains an able mechanic, and seems capable of working on fine machines without the crazed spasms, though these return with a vengence once his tools are put down.
[Stats will be made...eventually D;]
