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Six Million Dollar Man
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Newsclippings adjourned the walls. Most of them seemed to be for a variety of things, ranging from the latest sports star's current status, an earthquake out in some third world country that few americans probably even knew existed. But amongst those all were certain ones that were circled. The majority of which were much older, by several years. They seemed to collect the exploits of a
'Theodore Holliday.' The imagery depicted an adult male, who physically seemed to be in his mid to late forties. The sides of his hair were growing white, the rest of his head still a full head of dark hair, combed neatly to go with his professional and often serious nature while sporting either a classic white lab coat, or a trench coat while out in public. Both times have seen him dressed in a fine sweater worn over a white dress shirt and blue tie. Doctor Holliday stood around 5,11 and was never found slouching, even in his work. It would have been an absolute disgrace to his practice to seem as though for a moment he had been relaxing.
And there watching the image of the dignified, world renowed omni-learned scientist was the occupant of the jail cell. He lacked everything that the object of his absolute hatred had. He was hunched over, his hair wild enough to make Tarzan think him a savage, with clumps of it on the floor, likely from past 'tugs' as he has come to call them, which often occurred with outbursts of intense and blinding rage often handled by his caretakers with a worn out nightstick. His body was becoming more lithe everyday, eating so little and rarely sleeping, unless forced. Much space was between his skin and the sizable orange jumpsuit he was forced to wear. He wasn't much for footwear, had to give them up to a stronger inmate. Either way, he liked feeling everything; Perception was always something he required to feel safe. He looked at his frighteningly long fingernails. And then at the clippers and file he had been allowed to use.
And then there was another newspaper. Moreso given to collect clippings, but purely on accident it captured an event perpretrated by fellow that almost resembled a younger Doctor Holliday, his hair short and completely dark. Though here this fellow was dressed in a t-shirt, tucked into a pair of jeans and very much showing off a physique that upon first sight, let a person know he regularly exercised, and on his feet were a pair of dark boots, the leg-sleeves of the denim trousers tucked into them as they climbed up to cover most of his shin. Here he seemed more upbeat and relaxed than Holliday had ever appeared. The front page story regarded the efforts of this fellow after he had managed to find a fatal flaw in the illegal operations of a Boss Rindaldo and a band of supremacist criminal specialists for hire, the Over-Gang.
"Trent. You sly bastard..." Rasped the man. "You may have eluded me and the rest of the world, but I shall take from you as you have taken from me. By robbing your son's life, and taking over the city first...And then the rest of this feeble-minded planet, and its incompetent governments!!"
He cackled like an absolute psychopath, breaking midway into a coughing fit, before a guard approached with a baton. Quickly, the madman hid away a box he had kept just to the side of his newspaper, a small red glow flickering to life as the box was pushed away...
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Dear Friend,
I have sent this letter for some reason of great importance. Perhaps we have met and even worked together, or maybe I recognize a quality in you that I urgently request you lend to me.
If any of you are familiar with recent adventures of mine, most notably the Over-Gang Issue in which Boss Rinaldo of the Malvoli Family was conducting an international smuggling operation, you will know that I have been putting myself to use, for all the skills my Father, Doctor Trenton Holliday, had me learn, starting at a young age. Unfortunately, for all the scientific practices I have majored in and the physical talents I have acquired, I am not without faults. Which is why I have summoned you to my central offices in New York City as a temporary headquarters.
I must warn you now that these new adventures will challenge every fiber of your mind and body, and demand you to perform to the highest ability in your chosen fields. We must devote ourselves to the pursuit of the Truths of life, and to uphold the ways of Justice wherever we tread. We will no doubt face incredible trials, as I myself have experienced more than mere mafia rackets, or enemy spies prying on coveted files. But just as much, criminals and espionage will equally be a herculean task. But I ask only that you offer your heart and soul to making the world a little nicer to live in. And it seems that will take an all-star crew of the best men and women (or anything in between) to really get anything done.
With much respect,
-- Scott Holliday, AKA Doc Scott, or "The Sightseer."
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THE TEAM: And how it rolls.
The All-Star Crew is a globetrotting group of adventurers, each brought in for their unique skills, physically and mentally, like acrobatics or medical procedure to name some. By combining various talents, they make up for eachother's faults in order to overcome impossible odds.
1. Killing is a Last Resort. Doc Scott strongly encourages his teammates to find alternatives when the situation faces them with grim options at first glance.
2. The group should consist of members at least over 18. Exceptions shall be rare, and must possess good reasons as to why and how this person would be allowed onto the team.
3. No matter what squabbles you have off-duty, you must be capable of functioning with the team under fire. If you can manage to keep yourselves and your partners alive, you're free to squabble a bit. To an extent that is, over time we'll surely come to appreciate our teammates.
4. The team has mostly consisted of folks just a little over normal, but rarely anything too superhuman. It's all about having ingenuity and intelligence, and the perseverence of the everyday living being.
5. A sense of wonder tends to help. The world is a vast place, ever-changing. Exploration, Science and Justice are valued by the Holliday family, and the team itself. Be inquisitive and let curiosity get the better of you, offer help where you can lend it whilie acting chivalrously to others and think big: Because we live in a huge thing called a universe. And at the same time, we have things as small as the atom and beyond. The possibilities are infinite.
That's all for the moment...
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ALL-STAR APPLICATIONS (I'm mostly looking for members of Doc Scott's "All-Star Crew.")
Name:
Nicknames/Alias: (You'll be referred to throughout the roleplay with your main nickname)
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality: (Optional, if you choose to show off your character in the roleplay rather than describe them in this little section)
History:
Skills/Abilities:
Items: (If any to note. This applies to items the character will ALWAYS have on every adventure with Doc Scott.)
Weaponry: (If any to note. This applies to weaponry the character will ALWAYS carry as opposed to what they use purely for one adventure, like using flamethrowers on ice monsters in an arctic tundra.)
Quote(s): (Optional)
Fun Facts: (Optional)
Theme Song: (Optional)
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Newsclippings adjourned the walls. Most of them seemed to be for a variety of things, ranging from the latest sports star's current status, an earthquake out in some third world country that few americans probably even knew existed. But amongst those all were certain ones that were circled. The majority of which were much older, by several years. They seemed to collect the exploits of a
'Theodore Holliday.' The imagery depicted an adult male, who physically seemed to be in his mid to late forties. The sides of his hair were growing white, the rest of his head still a full head of dark hair, combed neatly to go with his professional and often serious nature while sporting either a classic white lab coat, or a trench coat while out in public. Both times have seen him dressed in a fine sweater worn over a white dress shirt and blue tie. Doctor Holliday stood around 5,11 and was never found slouching, even in his work. It would have been an absolute disgrace to his practice to seem as though for a moment he had been relaxing.
And there watching the image of the dignified, world renowed omni-learned scientist was the occupant of the jail cell. He lacked everything that the object of his absolute hatred had. He was hunched over, his hair wild enough to make Tarzan think him a savage, with clumps of it on the floor, likely from past 'tugs' as he has come to call them, which often occurred with outbursts of intense and blinding rage often handled by his caretakers with a worn out nightstick. His body was becoming more lithe everyday, eating so little and rarely sleeping, unless forced. Much space was between his skin and the sizable orange jumpsuit he was forced to wear. He wasn't much for footwear, had to give them up to a stronger inmate. Either way, he liked feeling everything; Perception was always something he required to feel safe. He looked at his frighteningly long fingernails. And then at the clippers and file he had been allowed to use.
And then there was another newspaper. Moreso given to collect clippings, but purely on accident it captured an event perpretrated by fellow that almost resembled a younger Doctor Holliday, his hair short and completely dark. Though here this fellow was dressed in a t-shirt, tucked into a pair of jeans and very much showing off a physique that upon first sight, let a person know he regularly exercised, and on his feet were a pair of dark boots, the leg-sleeves of the denim trousers tucked into them as they climbed up to cover most of his shin. Here he seemed more upbeat and relaxed than Holliday had ever appeared. The front page story regarded the efforts of this fellow after he had managed to find a fatal flaw in the illegal operations of a Boss Rindaldo and a band of supremacist criminal specialists for hire, the Over-Gang.
"Trent. You sly bastard..." Rasped the man. "You may have eluded me and the rest of the world, but I shall take from you as you have taken from me. By robbing your son's life, and taking over the city first...And then the rest of this feeble-minded planet, and its incompetent governments!!"
He cackled like an absolute psychopath, breaking midway into a coughing fit, before a guard approached with a baton. Quickly, the madman hid away a box he had kept just to the side of his newspaper, a small red glow flickering to life as the box was pushed away...
-
Dear Friend,
I have sent this letter for some reason of great importance. Perhaps we have met and even worked together, or maybe I recognize a quality in you that I urgently request you lend to me.
If any of you are familiar with recent adventures of mine, most notably the Over-Gang Issue in which Boss Rinaldo of the Malvoli Family was conducting an international smuggling operation, you will know that I have been putting myself to use, for all the skills my Father, Doctor Trenton Holliday, had me learn, starting at a young age. Unfortunately, for all the scientific practices I have majored in and the physical talents I have acquired, I am not without faults. Which is why I have summoned you to my central offices in New York City as a temporary headquarters.
I must warn you now that these new adventures will challenge every fiber of your mind and body, and demand you to perform to the highest ability in your chosen fields. We must devote ourselves to the pursuit of the Truths of life, and to uphold the ways of Justice wherever we tread. We will no doubt face incredible trials, as I myself have experienced more than mere mafia rackets, or enemy spies prying on coveted files. But just as much, criminals and espionage will equally be a herculean task. But I ask only that you offer your heart and soul to making the world a little nicer to live in. And it seems that will take an all-star crew of the best men and women (or anything in between) to really get anything done.
With much respect,
-- Scott Holliday, AKA Doc Scott, or "The Sightseer."
-
THE TEAM: And how it rolls.
The All-Star Crew is a globetrotting group of adventurers, each brought in for their unique skills, physically and mentally, like acrobatics or medical procedure to name some. By combining various talents, they make up for eachother's faults in order to overcome impossible odds.
1. Killing is a Last Resort. Doc Scott strongly encourages his teammates to find alternatives when the situation faces them with grim options at first glance.
2. The group should consist of members at least over 18. Exceptions shall be rare, and must possess good reasons as to why and how this person would be allowed onto the team.
3. No matter what squabbles you have off-duty, you must be capable of functioning with the team under fire. If you can manage to keep yourselves and your partners alive, you're free to squabble a bit. To an extent that is, over time we'll surely come to appreciate our teammates.
4. The team has mostly consisted of folks just a little over normal, but rarely anything too superhuman. It's all about having ingenuity and intelligence, and the perseverence of the everyday living being.
5. A sense of wonder tends to help. The world is a vast place, ever-changing. Exploration, Science and Justice are valued by the Holliday family, and the team itself. Be inquisitive and let curiosity get the better of you, offer help where you can lend it whilie acting chivalrously to others and think big: Because we live in a huge thing called a universe. And at the same time, we have things as small as the atom and beyond. The possibilities are infinite.
That's all for the moment...
-
ALL-STAR APPLICATIONS (I'm mostly looking for members of Doc Scott's "All-Star Crew.")
Name:
Nicknames/Alias: (You'll be referred to throughout the roleplay with your main nickname)
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality: (Optional, if you choose to show off your character in the roleplay rather than describe them in this little section)
History:
Skills/Abilities:
Items: (If any to note. This applies to items the character will ALWAYS have on every adventure with Doc Scott.)
Weaponry: (If any to note. This applies to weaponry the character will ALWAYS carry as opposed to what they use purely for one adventure, like using flamethrowers on ice monsters in an arctic tundra.)
Quote(s): (Optional)
Fun Facts: (Optional)
Theme Song: (Optional)
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