Post by jazzs3quence on Jun 16, 2010 18:20:28 GMT -8
Dexter "Scooter" Trammell
tinkerer
Appearance
If Scooter were an animal, he'd be a mouse. A lab mouse, in particular, one that was born in vitro and has spent its whole life being used for various experiments. None of these things apply to Scooter, of course, he was raised in a loving home to two wonderful parents. That's just the vibe he gives off when you're around him; small, skittish, avoiding eye contact, most likely to be seen huddled in a corner in the dark. He's young, 18-22ish, and has a scruffy mop of grayish-brownish-blondish hair. His physique could best be described as lacking -- he's mostly skin and bones -- largely due to his exclusively vegetarian diet. However, what he does all day (or night, depending), in the dark, huddled in a corner, is tinker. Since he was a boy, he's been building gadgets and contraptions -- many completely pointless experiments in form and intelligence, but increasingly he builds specific objects to perform or simplify a task or set of tasks. He can often be seen with blackened fingers from electrical burns, and sometimes wears various soldered metal and wire cuffs and rings that came out of scraps of previous experiments.
Demeanor
Scooter is exceptionally quiet -- like a mouse, in fact -- except, that is, when he's talking to himself, which he does at various volumes ranging from a whisper to a heated debate. The subject of these conversations he holds with himself are quite often complex mathematical or physics theories which will frequently come to a sudden stop mid-sentence followed by Scooter quickly scurrying to his laboratory to experiment. However, when it comes to interacting with other people, he closes up, giving muttered greetings or short direct answers to the floor or the inside of his hand to individuals he's unfamiliar with. When working, he's single-minded, focussed. It takes much to stir him from his reverie when he's working; not even hunger, thirst, or other bodily functions are enough to tear him away. Only a few people very close to him can snap him out of the trance he goes into. Scooter doesn't eat meat -- not meat that comes naturally from animals, anyway -- but not for any specific dietary restrictions or health reasons. He refuses to eat anything that came from a sentient creature. One of his first, functional inventions, in fact, was a device that made cattle slaughter more humane -- a chamber that the steer would be led into where it was first given food that put it into a deep, peaceful sleep, followed by an injection of a localized anesthetic, and then quickly beheaded and drained of blood. It wasn't for him, of course, he still refused to eat beef even if it had come through his device, but rather was a reaction to the horrible conditions he once witnessed as a boy on cattle farms where the animals were punched or kicked or prodded and slaughtered in the most horrific, undignified and inhumane ways possible.
History
Scooter came from a wealthy family. The last of five children, Scooter's parents, though loving, had no idea what to do with him. As a young boy, he was always very different from his 3 brothers and 1 sister, and didn't start speaking until he was four years old, at which point he spoke complex sentences with syntax, grammar and vocabulary years beyond some of his older siblings. His parents always knew he was "gifted" but traditional, formal school systems failed when it came to Scooter. He was called a retard, a half-wit, a loon, a dunce and much more not only by his peers -- which could be more or less expected -- but by his educators as well. Eventually, his parents gave up on the school system entirely and left him to their extensive library, where he could spend literally days without leaving. By the time Scooter was 15, he had read every book in their 7,000+ book library -- fiction, history, math, science, physics, it didn't matter. He didn't just read the books, though, he absorbed them, able to recite full paragraphs or pages on command, and so fully able to understand the concepts within the pages of the book that he could often take the ideas or theories to conclusions beyond where the original author had considered. When both his parents died, one after the other, in his 17th year, they left their considerable estate to him, which his eldest two brothers quickly seized, telling him he could "borrow" it whenever he wanted. Lacking anywhere else to go, he followed his sister, and was able to afford living space with her taking odd jobs as a handiman and generally fixing things, which, of course, he did exceedingly well and fast.
Character Sheet
tinkerer
Appearance
If Scooter were an animal, he'd be a mouse. A lab mouse, in particular, one that was born in vitro and has spent its whole life being used for various experiments. None of these things apply to Scooter, of course, he was raised in a loving home to two wonderful parents. That's just the vibe he gives off when you're around him; small, skittish, avoiding eye contact, most likely to be seen huddled in a corner in the dark. He's young, 18-22ish, and has a scruffy mop of grayish-brownish-blondish hair. His physique could best be described as lacking -- he's mostly skin and bones -- largely due to his exclusively vegetarian diet. However, what he does all day (or night, depending), in the dark, huddled in a corner, is tinker. Since he was a boy, he's been building gadgets and contraptions -- many completely pointless experiments in form and intelligence, but increasingly he builds specific objects to perform or simplify a task or set of tasks. He can often be seen with blackened fingers from electrical burns, and sometimes wears various soldered metal and wire cuffs and rings that came out of scraps of previous experiments.
Demeanor
Scooter is exceptionally quiet -- like a mouse, in fact -- except, that is, when he's talking to himself, which he does at various volumes ranging from a whisper to a heated debate. The subject of these conversations he holds with himself are quite often complex mathematical or physics theories which will frequently come to a sudden stop mid-sentence followed by Scooter quickly scurrying to his laboratory to experiment. However, when it comes to interacting with other people, he closes up, giving muttered greetings or short direct answers to the floor or the inside of his hand to individuals he's unfamiliar with. When working, he's single-minded, focussed. It takes much to stir him from his reverie when he's working; not even hunger, thirst, or other bodily functions are enough to tear him away. Only a few people very close to him can snap him out of the trance he goes into. Scooter doesn't eat meat -- not meat that comes naturally from animals, anyway -- but not for any specific dietary restrictions or health reasons. He refuses to eat anything that came from a sentient creature. One of his first, functional inventions, in fact, was a device that made cattle slaughter more humane -- a chamber that the steer would be led into where it was first given food that put it into a deep, peaceful sleep, followed by an injection of a localized anesthetic, and then quickly beheaded and drained of blood. It wasn't for him, of course, he still refused to eat beef even if it had come through his device, but rather was a reaction to the horrible conditions he once witnessed as a boy on cattle farms where the animals were punched or kicked or prodded and slaughtered in the most horrific, undignified and inhumane ways possible.
History
Scooter came from a wealthy family. The last of five children, Scooter's parents, though loving, had no idea what to do with him. As a young boy, he was always very different from his 3 brothers and 1 sister, and didn't start speaking until he was four years old, at which point he spoke complex sentences with syntax, grammar and vocabulary years beyond some of his older siblings. His parents always knew he was "gifted" but traditional, formal school systems failed when it came to Scooter. He was called a retard, a half-wit, a loon, a dunce and much more not only by his peers -- which could be more or less expected -- but by his educators as well. Eventually, his parents gave up on the school system entirely and left him to their extensive library, where he could spend literally days without leaving. By the time Scooter was 15, he had read every book in their 7,000+ book library -- fiction, history, math, science, physics, it didn't matter. He didn't just read the books, though, he absorbed them, able to recite full paragraphs or pages on command, and so fully able to understand the concepts within the pages of the book that he could often take the ideas or theories to conclusions beyond where the original author had considered. When both his parents died, one after the other, in his 17th year, they left their considerable estate to him, which his eldest two brothers quickly seized, telling him he could "borrow" it whenever he wanted. Lacking anywhere else to go, he followed his sister, and was able to afford living space with her taking odd jobs as a handiman and generally fixing things, which, of course, he did exceedingly well and fast.
Character Sheet
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