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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:40 pm
Rules Please do not post without my permission. If you would like to RP send me a PM and we'll figure something out. 3nodding Also, I'm happy to do AIM rps. People allowed to post: -Matthewt3hd0rk -All GeNtech NPCs
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:41 pm
 1//Intro
2//Table of Contents
3//Updates
4//About
5//Encounters
6//Pictures
7//Memorable stuff
Rest - ?
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:42 pm
Quote: 4/26 - located backup version of C's journal and started reposting. Yay!
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:43 pm
Branded: C
Names: C {see}, Hundred, Century
Gender: Male
Appearance: Main pelt is a fairly solid mixture of grey and grey-tan. Belly is lighter grey, while a patch on the back is a darker grey. His mane fur, brown, is rather short and spikey, and he does not possess a tuft of fur at the end of his tail.
This subject's most defining characteristics are the dark-grey boney sound tubes present on his back, shoulders, and two on his head, replacing horns. Much like hadrosaurs from the prehistoric era, the tubes and the chambers within them can be used to create noises. Adding to the noise factor, attached to each ear are gold cuffs with a bell hanging off of them, as well as around his tail. Very few people could miss this layhr's presence.
A golden band hangs around his neck, and instead of his numerical tattoo being on his shoulder, it's located on his back leg.
Text Color: Grey-tan. more on the grey side.[color=#606971][i][...][/i][/color]
Original GeNtech notes:Subject Notes [Project #] 100 - C
[Gender] Male
[Age] Teen
[General] This has got to be one of the more interesting skeletal mutations seen in any Layhr to date. Long, hollow 'tubes' have formed from the bone, creating resonating chambers along the subject's shoulders, back, and two behind the skull. Amazingly enough, it seems to be able to use these to form sounds, and can achieve a rather surprising range of tones. Personality wise, the subject seems mostly collected, though prone to wandering.
[Things of Note] Due to the fact that the dyes used in marking wouldn't properly adhere to the bone surface, this subject's numerical tag was placed on the rear leg. This Layhr also seems to have lengthier fur in certain areas, rather than an evenly long or short coat. Someone seems to have deemed it fit to bestow subject with decorative bells, which this Layhr doesn't seem to mind at all- makes his presence rather hard to miss, though.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:43 pm
Friends, foes, .....family....?
Coming soon.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:54 pm
Random memorable stuff that happened. Might be informal roleplay, mght be formal. Who knows. August 11, 2005: When I was given C... GeNtech Scientist *walks in with a clipboard, a guard following him closely behind with something on a short chainleash*
Is there a.. *glances down* 'Ghostneko' around? I've got something for you.((Insert layhr and description box here))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:56 pm
Adventures with GeNtech Scientist! *soon to have an amazing banner!* August 16, 2005 ghostneko ((*eats gaia* *types some..lazy rp-sort of thing* XD)) Since the shop has a regular humans only rule, what would normally be a large, furry blue creature walking through the lab's front doors was actually now an 18 year old, dorky blonde girl. With glasses. ..Anyway. Her layhr, which resembled a walking piece of coral somewhat followed behind her.
She looked right. Then left. Then right again. Then repeated this process several thousand times.
">>"
"<<"
This girl had the urge to go wander through the labs, but couldn't (since she was definately not authorized personel), so she had to settle with leaving a large envelope labled "To Mister GeNtech Scientist" on the Lab's..Lobby's..reception desk. ..Then left as quickly as she came. We assume. For all we know, she could be hiding under a lobby chair.GeNtech Scientist A rather tall, no-nonsense sort of man strode purposefully through the halls. He was one of the few, one of the elite; and as such, the scientist could generally act like he owned the place, and no one would question. And indeed, where would GeNtech be without its scientists? But anyway. He was a man with a mission. A man with a purpose. A man...
...Who had been summoned to the front desk, because he had a message waiting. Good god, couldn't they have just dropped it in his box or something?
He walked up to the secretary, who gave a fake smile and handed him a large envelope. Peering down at what he held in his hands, he quirked an eyebrow at the way it was addressed, and tore it open.
Huh. He didn't usually get mail. What could it be? He turned so that the overhead lighting could better illuminate the page, and started to read. ghostneko The letter, which had been handwritten on some frilly paper laced with perfume, read as follows...Letter Dear Mister GeNtech Scientist- Hi. I am your biggest fan!!! one! I bet you didn't know you had admirers, did you? I was writing to ask you if I may please have a picture of you with your autograph on it. It would really mean a lot to me, as I would put it in a heart-shaped frame and tape it on the ceiling above my bed. I was also wondering what kind of shampoo you used, so them maybe I could buy some and put it on my little brother so the house would kind of smell like you do. Thank you for your time. I have included a picture of myself in case you'd one day like to become roommates.Love, ghostneko xoxoxoxoxox heart GeNtech Scientist "..."
Why was this paper... frilly?
He read it quietly, quirking his eyebrow once at the beginning, smirking slightly midway through the page, and narrowing his eyes at the end, expression hardening. Who the.. who had written this?
He held up the childish little scribble that had been included with the letter, studying it with an expression of disgust. "=_o" would describe it nicely. He thought back, vaguely remebering a rather dorky looking teenager who had, for some unknown reason or other, been the one to recieve subject C. Wasn't her name ghostneko, or something close enough?
The scientist wasn't sure if he should take the letter as sarcasm, or even worse, as an actual fan-letter. Either way, though, he wasn't planning on really replying. The last thing he needed was some teenage girl following him around in some pathetic excuse for infatuation.
Handing the envelope over to the secretary, he gave an exacerbated sigh.
"Throw this in the garbage."
As an afterthought, he plucked one of the memo sheets from the top of the desk, and penned a rather large, hastily written "NO" across the face, handing it back to the secretary.
"Give this to Ms... Ghost neko, if she comes by."
He'd come all the way upstairs for this. What a waste of time. He turned, walking down the hallway towards the elevator, to get back to work.
ghostneko As it turned out, the girl HAD hidden herself under one of the chairs in the corner of the lobby, and the moment that the scientist had set foot on this floor, he had become her prey. Like a lion stalking a zebra. Grr. grr.
C had decided to stay out of this and laid under one of the water fountains until further notice.
When the scientist turned his back and headed towards the elevator, she immediately scuttled across the floor after him, staying low to the ground, like, yes, a crab. She scuttled rather fast, and was soon right behind him...when she got up, and..POUNCED, latching onto his back and sticking as if she were an extremely large girly growth of skin. Hopefully unbeknownst the him, she slipped a tracking device in one of his coatpockets. GeNtech Scientist He was almost to the elevator. He had very nearly made it. What happened next was not something that, in his many years, the scientist had ever had happen, nor anticipated to happen.
And so, needless to say, he was caught very much off guard.
"Geh!" He stumbled, nearly toppling, at the sudden weight about his back and shoulders. Thankfully he kept his balance, and turned in the direction his attacker had come from. Wait a minute..
It was that GIRL! That... eagh! Why was she latched onto him? Why was she touching him? It was a disgustingly blatant display of lacking respect for authority, and he would not tolerate it.
"GET OFF!"
...Oh. He was definitely angry now. That was the kind of shout that, when heard down in the labs, often resulted in people peeking curiously out the doors of whatever room they were in, wondering just who had done what wrong now... and how many people might lose their job because of it. Valentine's Day GeNtech Scientist *wanders in, not looking very happy*
What the hell is with all... of this junk? *gestures pointedly at the pink 'decorations' everywhere* stare ghostneko ((*RPish mode ninja *)) Despite the insane amount of decorations everywhere, on the receptionist's desk, there laid an 'official' looking envelope, which was addressed to the head guy. It was a white envelope, and certainly didn't smell of perfume, so it didn't look like it was from any..suspicious girls. In fact, the return address looked as if it was from someone important; someone even higher up than the head GeNtech Scientist himself. Maybe even from..headquarters.GeNtech Scientist Glaring unhappily at the bright assault of pink and pastel on his eyes, the man walked over to the receptionist's desk, turning his attention to the envelope. It certainly did look like it was important, but of course it would be; that must have been the reason he was summoned up here.
Because quite frankly, he certainly wouldn't be tolerating the festivious array of pink if it weren't.
Without so much as even glancing at the secretary, he took the envelope, and carefully opened it. ghostneko From a quick glance, it looked normal enough. A regular business letter, complete with the To: and From: adresses on the top, as well as a formal signature on the bottom.
However...once the words were skimmed, something..something was wrong.
...No.
...it couldn't be.
[ To the Head GeNtech Scientist:
I hope you haven't forgotten about me! I certainly haven't forgotten about you! heart What, with the surveilance camera I slipped into your office. And your locker. There hasn't been one day in the past few months that I haven't thought about you! Valentine's is the day of love, so what better way to proclaim my affection again and again and again?
I haven't included another picture of myself, as I know it's in your wallet. Instead, I wrote you a poem (or two) and replaced your coffee mug with one with a picture I photoshopped of us together on it. I knew you wouldn't mind! I also hope you enjoy haiku -
GeNTech Scientist
As gorgeous as Pie's tail fin
though is lots smarter
His hair is blonde
like that of a canary
only more vibrant
His eyes, they are some
color I can't really tell
but stunning anyway
His voice reminds of
angry squirrels, but I hope he
never loses it
Also, I know you were too busy to send me a valentine, so I sent one to myself in your name. Don't worry about it! There's always Easter, my birthday, Christmas, and all other days of the year you can make it up to me. Don't forget to help set the wedding date! I already volunteered Steve to be your best man, so all we need is the date! Happy Valentines Day, beloved!
Love,
Sincerely,
ghostneko heart ] GeNtech Scientist The scientist took to reading the important letter addressed to him, wondering what important things or signatures were needed from him, or that he needed to get.
However, as he actually began paying attention, the look on his face went from that of superiority to that of vague and undefined horror rather quickly.
No, it couldn't be. But it apparently was.
A brief twitch seemed to jump across his entire face, settling underneath his right eye as he continued to read the unholy piece of parchment. He couldn't help but read; for as much as he wanted to drop it immediately and stomp the hell out of it, morbid curiousity compelled him to continue.
This girl was absolutely disturbed. DISTURBED, in all capital letters, and if his language capabilities weren't somuchso in shock like the rest of him, he surely would have had other things to say on the matter as well.
But whether it was the poetry (he wouldn't recognize haiku if it bit him, he just knew it was poetry by the frilly words and bizarre line breaks) or the presumptuous attitude towards the end, something definitely set him off.
After a few moments of blankstaring at the paper clutched in his hands, eye twitching slightly, he could take it no more. He dropped the offending sheet, (hands still clutched around thin air) and screamed.
"AUUUUGH!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:57 pm
(these last few posts need to be rearranged really badly, but this'll just be here for now. domokun
I have lists of various experiments run on C before the 'current day". It's taken a lot to dig them up, steal them, or badger them out of the scientists, so I'll post them as I get them.
The experiments seem to have been run by various labtechs. 1/Water Tests Water Tests
"Subject C was placed in water Tank 005 to test tube properties. Experiments and results are as follows.
0// Density of tubes
Subject was placed in water - depth of 5 feet.
Result: Tubes do not weigh subject down. Subject was able to dive under as well as float at the surface, suggesting that tube density is lighter than water, though not enough to impede normal swimming. Cleared for further testing in water.
1// Tube connections under water
Subject was completely submerged with breathing mask hooked onto face.
Result: Though water flooded the tubes, it did not interfere with the subject's normal breathing, which would suggest the idea that valves inside the system can be opened or closed to keep water out of all air passages.
2// Usage of tubes underwater
Subject was coaxed into using it's sound tubes underwater.
Result: Bubbles streamed out of the tubes, further lending evidence to valves in the air system.
Follow up: When removed from water, subject used strong jets of air to clear tubes out."
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