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PLAYER
Name: Ingrid
Age: 17
Personal Journal: dirgni
E-mail: haplessdocument@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: togamint on Plurk, taekotogami on Skype
CHARACTER
Name: Carlos (the Scientist)
Canon: Welcome to Night Vale
Age: Mid-forties. It's left fairly ambiguous in the canon, but he's old enough to be going grey.
Timeline: After One Year Later and First Date, but before Old Oak Doors. If you want a specific episode, probably Numbers.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A!
Personality: Carlos is inherently curious about the world around him, and this part of his personality affects every aspect of his life. It was his curiosity that drove him to Night Vale, and his curiosity that kept him there. He's shown to be almost obsessively dedicated to his studies, often forgetting other responsibilities in favor of these studies. This hyperfixation often causes problems with people close to him, as they feel that his distractedness prevents him from engaging in a meaningful relationship. Despite this, he makes a deliberate effort to spend time with his boyfriend, Cecil, and learn to put science second.
He's developed an unusually thick skin due to the supernaturally strange goings-on in Night Vale, causing him to be almost better equipped to deal with the day-to-day events than lifetime residents. In fact, he's shown to almost have an immunity against most of the powers that affect his fellow community members--something which the narrative attributes to his strong ability to block out his surroundings when he wants to. He is incredibly industrious, and refuses to let any simple catastrophe or crisis get in his way. It could absolutely be said that he is an excellent man for an emergency.
Even though it may seem that these traits would lead him to be cold and uncaring, he's quite the opposite. He shows nothing but sincere concern for people he comes into contact with, and is even described as being eternally kind. Carlos is brave, and is usually the first person to lead any kind of investigation or charge. He manages to keep a cool head, however, refusing to give in to the existential terror and malaise that marks most new citizens to the small desert community, instead working furiously to overcome his problems.
His sense of humor is light, and he rapidly adjusts to the more unusual nuances of his new home. He refuses to tell jokes unless they're "scientifically accurate", but he does enjoy taking part in smaller practical jokes and bets, despite his constant protests of scientific integrity. He adapts quickly to new situations, and invests deeply in the health and welfare of those around him. He is a solid, unshakeable friend, and an equally persistent enemy--treating every person in his life with the same amount of dedication and study.
Background: Carlos arrived in Night Vale on behalf of the University of What It Is, though time is implied to have passed since then--while only a little over a year in his mind, concerned representatives from the university state that he's been missing for "a decade, or so". He was apparently the only science professor at the school, and went to NV to study the various anomalies that existed there, only to stay after growing attached to the local radio personality, Cecil Palmer, and the citizens as a whole.
At first, he was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of daily disasters the city experienced, attempting to warn the residents about them--though he quickly accepted the natural order of the place, and instead focused his efforts on studying--and therefore preventing--the incredible scenarios that take place on a regular basis. Shortly into his stay, he made a lasting impression on Cecil, one that was not entirely reciprocated. However, one year later, they both admitted to their feelings and swiftly entered into a steady relationship.
Carlos was responsible for many discoveries that impacted the town--the most notable of which being the fact that time simply doesn't work "correctly" in Night Vale, seeing as he is in possession of the only "correct" watch. Another seemingly bizarre accomplishment is finding a house that "doesn't exist", even though it would make more sense for it to exist than not. These findings made him very popular among the people of Night Vale, along with Cecil's astounding dedication to his cause.
For more specific contributions, here's his wiki page!
Abilities: Carlos has one singular strange ability: he can typically escape any "supernatural" influence, such as mind control. This only applies to weaker powers, however, and so any strong force can blow him over like a leaf. Aside from this, he has an excellent memory and a good eye for detail. And, if it makes any difference, he's a pretty good chef.
Network/Actionspam Sample:
[There's a tentative, nervous voice on the microphone, listeners.]
Is anyone...out there? Hello?
[No, this is not the velveteen voice that you may be used to. That is to say, he's not entirely unwelcome, either.]
Cecil? Dana? Maureen? I'm sorry, I just--
[The slightest of coughs--not a true one, just a cover-up for something else that might've slipped out. Something else, like "angel".]
I'm afraid I don't know what's happened. Dear listeners--if you're out there--my team of scientists and I require help.
[He provides a sharp sigh.]
You'll know when to act, I promise.
Prose Log Sample: The fearless scientist was absolutely fearful.
He'd spent around an hour--or so he thought, he was never quite sure how time worked here--crammed under the radio desk, staring at pieces of lint and hair and unidentifiable viscera loosely collected into clumps along the floorboards. From somewhere distantly above, he heard soft voices and soft music and soft laughter, but no, he did not feel soft. He had absolutely no idea of where the intern was (Hector? Maureen? Alex? Names escaped him.), and he didn't intend on finding out, at least not right now.
Now, he could clearly make out words and phrases in the haze of sound, if he tried his hardest.
"...Sheriff's Secret Police..."
"...mighty Glow Cloud--all hail--decided to..."
"...a smiling god..."
At once, he became aware of the stifling heat. Of course, his logical mind reminded him, it's hot. You're in the desert, under a desk, in a building that hasn't had proper ventilation for...well, he wasn't sure. He'd learned to not question things, particularly when those things didn't involve him. Now, however, it seemed incredibly pertinent to him that the radio station implement a good A/C system, sweat beading on his forehead and under his arms.
Eventually, the soft ambience faded into silence, but not a good silence. A heavy silence, he decided, not the silence of the broken air conditioner in his bedroom at home, not the silence of empty roads, and certainly not the silence of an awful birthday party. It was the silence of dead radio time, a noncommittal static that was music to his ears. At long last, he crawled out from under the cramped table, ignoring the way his joints ached and the slow buzz of dread in his ears burned. He ignored everything but the switchboard, and the microphone, and the blinking sign.
ON AIR.
Yes sir, he silently agreed, we are on air.
Name: Ingrid
Age: 17
Personal Journal: dirgni
E-mail: haplessdocument@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: togamint on Plurk, taekotogami on Skype
CHARACTER
Name: Carlos (the Scientist)
Canon: Welcome to Night Vale
Age: Mid-forties. It's left fairly ambiguous in the canon, but he's old enough to be going grey.
Timeline: After One Year Later and First Date, but before Old Oak Doors. If you want a specific episode, probably Numbers.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A!
Personality: Carlos is inherently curious about the world around him, and this part of his personality affects every aspect of his life. It was his curiosity that drove him to Night Vale, and his curiosity that kept him there. He's shown to be almost obsessively dedicated to his studies, often forgetting other responsibilities in favor of these studies. This hyperfixation often causes problems with people close to him, as they feel that his distractedness prevents him from engaging in a meaningful relationship. Despite this, he makes a deliberate effort to spend time with his boyfriend, Cecil, and learn to put science second.
He's developed an unusually thick skin due to the supernaturally strange goings-on in Night Vale, causing him to be almost better equipped to deal with the day-to-day events than lifetime residents. In fact, he's shown to almost have an immunity against most of the powers that affect his fellow community members--something which the narrative attributes to his strong ability to block out his surroundings when he wants to. He is incredibly industrious, and refuses to let any simple catastrophe or crisis get in his way. It could absolutely be said that he is an excellent man for an emergency.
Even though it may seem that these traits would lead him to be cold and uncaring, he's quite the opposite. He shows nothing but sincere concern for people he comes into contact with, and is even described as being eternally kind. Carlos is brave, and is usually the first person to lead any kind of investigation or charge. He manages to keep a cool head, however, refusing to give in to the existential terror and malaise that marks most new citizens to the small desert community, instead working furiously to overcome his problems.
His sense of humor is light, and he rapidly adjusts to the more unusual nuances of his new home. He refuses to tell jokes unless they're "scientifically accurate", but he does enjoy taking part in smaller practical jokes and bets, despite his constant protests of scientific integrity. He adapts quickly to new situations, and invests deeply in the health and welfare of those around him. He is a solid, unshakeable friend, and an equally persistent enemy--treating every person in his life with the same amount of dedication and study.
Background: Carlos arrived in Night Vale on behalf of the University of What It Is, though time is implied to have passed since then--while only a little over a year in his mind, concerned representatives from the university state that he's been missing for "a decade, or so". He was apparently the only science professor at the school, and went to NV to study the various anomalies that existed there, only to stay after growing attached to the local radio personality, Cecil Palmer, and the citizens as a whole.
At first, he was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of daily disasters the city experienced, attempting to warn the residents about them--though he quickly accepted the natural order of the place, and instead focused his efforts on studying--and therefore preventing--the incredible scenarios that take place on a regular basis. Shortly into his stay, he made a lasting impression on Cecil, one that was not entirely reciprocated. However, one year later, they both admitted to their feelings and swiftly entered into a steady relationship.
Carlos was responsible for many discoveries that impacted the town--the most notable of which being the fact that time simply doesn't work "correctly" in Night Vale, seeing as he is in possession of the only "correct" watch. Another seemingly bizarre accomplishment is finding a house that "doesn't exist", even though it would make more sense for it to exist than not. These findings made him very popular among the people of Night Vale, along with Cecil's astounding dedication to his cause.
For more specific contributions, here's his wiki page!
Abilities: Carlos has one singular strange ability: he can typically escape any "supernatural" influence, such as mind control. This only applies to weaker powers, however, and so any strong force can blow him over like a leaf. Aside from this, he has an excellent memory and a good eye for detail. And, if it makes any difference, he's a pretty good chef.
Network/Actionspam Sample:
[There's a tentative, nervous voice on the microphone, listeners.]
Is anyone...out there? Hello?
[No, this is not the velveteen voice that you may be used to. That is to say, he's not entirely unwelcome, either.]
Cecil? Dana? Maureen? I'm sorry, I just--
[The slightest of coughs--not a true one, just a cover-up for something else that might've slipped out. Something else, like "angel".]
I'm afraid I don't know what's happened. Dear listeners--if you're out there--my team of scientists and I require help.
[He provides a sharp sigh.]
You'll know when to act, I promise.
Prose Log Sample: The fearless scientist was absolutely fearful.
He'd spent around an hour--or so he thought, he was never quite sure how time worked here--crammed under the radio desk, staring at pieces of lint and hair and unidentifiable viscera loosely collected into clumps along the floorboards. From somewhere distantly above, he heard soft voices and soft music and soft laughter, but no, he did not feel soft. He had absolutely no idea of where the intern was (Hector? Maureen? Alex? Names escaped him.), and he didn't intend on finding out, at least not right now.
Now, he could clearly make out words and phrases in the haze of sound, if he tried his hardest.
"...Sheriff's Secret Police..."
"...mighty Glow Cloud--all hail--decided to..."
"...a smiling god..."
At once, he became aware of the stifling heat. Of course, his logical mind reminded him, it's hot. You're in the desert, under a desk, in a building that hasn't had proper ventilation for...well, he wasn't sure. He'd learned to not question things, particularly when those things didn't involve him. Now, however, it seemed incredibly pertinent to him that the radio station implement a good A/C system, sweat beading on his forehead and under his arms.
Eventually, the soft ambience faded into silence, but not a good silence. A heavy silence, he decided, not the silence of the broken air conditioner in his bedroom at home, not the silence of empty roads, and certainly not the silence of an awful birthday party. It was the silence of dead radio time, a noncommittal static that was music to his ears. At long last, he crawled out from under the cramped table, ignoring the way his joints ached and the slow buzz of dread in his ears burned. He ignored everything but the switchboard, and the microphone, and the blinking sign.
ON AIR.
Yes sir, he silently agreed, we are on air.