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Fourteen guys in fourteen days (Day One)
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shadesong ... :-D Fourteen men, character sketches of all.
We'll have to start, of course, with Ross, or he'll cry. Or, well, pout mercilessly and stomp around. :-D
Name: Ross Matthews.
Catchphrase: "I've got a brain the size of a planet ..."
Orientation: Het.
Significant Others: Over time: Lisa (@MIT); Anneka (intermittently over time) Tash (wife, eventually)
Background: Middle child (two sisters; Corey's older, Claire's younger). Neither of his sisters or his parents have any "talent", which surprised people significantly when he got the letter to go to the Academy. A bit of a discontented child genius, he went to the Guildhall for training when he was nine and was something of a showpiece there among the staff, which made him somewhat bitter. He hid his talent when he was out in the real world for a number of years, actually. Went to MIT two years ahead of schedule at the age of sixteen, and got a masters degree at age 21 in physics and math; he did his thesis on applications of fractals in superstring theory. Due to a series of random-seeming unfortunate events, he went into teaching, which he's better at than he thinks he is, but he also can't stand doing. After awhile he semi-retired, flew around the world, went into many states of debauchery, and got a law degree at UMass Amherst. Likes include mangoes, women, playing the same song over and over again, and Tad Williams.
Appearance: I wish I could give you nifty drawings, but you'll have to imagine. Six foot even, shaggy brown hair that falls in his face, deep green eyes; kind of a slender-but-muscular build. Common plumage includes brilliantly coloured tiki shirts or t-shirts (mostly colours like fuschia, aqua, orange, bright green) and jeans, and a leather jacket covered with band patches. And steel-tipped boots, which he bought on purpose in order to sound more threatening walking down the halls. (If he could breathe like Darth Vader and have it sound menacing, he'd do it. Unfortunately it makes him sound asthmatic.) Occasional sunglasses (usually mirrored aviator glasses). A typical leer or smirk.
Theme Song: "Karma Police" - Radiohead.
(He likes most punk bands; is a huge fan of Radiohead, REM, and Delerium. But don't tell anyone about that last part. He won't. He keeps his Delerium CDs under the bed.)
shadesong ... :-D Fourteen men, character sketches of all.We'll have to start, of course, with Ross, or he'll cry. Or, well, pout mercilessly and stomp around. :-D
Name: Ross Matthews.
Catchphrase: "I've got a brain the size of a planet ..."
Orientation: Het.
Significant Others: Over time: Lisa (@MIT); Anneka (intermittently over time) Tash (wife, eventually)
Background: Middle child (two sisters; Corey's older, Claire's younger). Neither of his sisters or his parents have any "talent", which surprised people significantly when he got the letter to go to the Academy. A bit of a discontented child genius, he went to the Guildhall for training when he was nine and was something of a showpiece there among the staff, which made him somewhat bitter. He hid his talent when he was out in the real world for a number of years, actually. Went to MIT two years ahead of schedule at the age of sixteen, and got a masters degree at age 21 in physics and math; he did his thesis on applications of fractals in superstring theory. Due to a series of random-seeming unfortunate events, he went into teaching, which he's better at than he thinks he is, but he also can't stand doing. After awhile he semi-retired, flew around the world, went into many states of debauchery, and got a law degree at UMass Amherst. Likes include mangoes, women, playing the same song over and over again, and Tad Williams.
Appearance: I wish I could give you nifty drawings, but you'll have to imagine. Six foot even, shaggy brown hair that falls in his face, deep green eyes; kind of a slender-but-muscular build. Common plumage includes brilliantly coloured tiki shirts or t-shirts (mostly colours like fuschia, aqua, orange, bright green) and jeans, and a leather jacket covered with band patches. And steel-tipped boots, which he bought on purpose in order to sound more threatening walking down the halls. (If he could breathe like Darth Vader and have it sound menacing, he'd do it. Unfortunately it makes him sound asthmatic.) Occasional sunglasses (usually mirrored aviator glasses). A typical leer or smirk.
Theme Song: "Karma Police" - Radiohead.
(He likes most punk bands; is a huge fan of Radiohead, REM, and Delerium. But don't tell anyone about that last part. He won't. He keeps his Delerium CDs under the bed.)
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