Hail Miller D|O|N|E

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Name: Hail
Years Of Role Playing: 1-1 1/2
How You Found Us: I'm already a member
Sample Role Play With Your Character:


"Dr. Miller, report to room 32 A west wing immediately."


Hail found it particularly annoying that they had to announce to the whole school where he was supposed to go. Dr. Miller was going to quit this job someday, or do it part time. You could bet that a genius like Hail would find a good job somewhere. Why couldn't everything be that simple?

The tiled floor made his feet begin to be sore. It half a kilometer to the place he was ordered to. Why had he worn clogs? The least durable, foamy shoes. Must have woken up on the wrong side of bed. He could've gone back to bed and started on the right side.

With his legs stiff and a stitch in his side he stumbled into 32 A. "What took you so long?" Demanded the head of the department. He resisted the impulse to tell him the distance, but as he started to put it into consideration his thoughts were interrupted.


"Are you going to look or not, Miller?"

He would definitely appreciate more respect, but thus no one offered it at the time. Everyone seemed to lack knowledge of his full potential. Screw them. He bent over to see a cut open hybrid, under anesthetic. He
brushed a piece of the damaged tissue.

"Inch and a half, 32 degrees right. Most likely a cat hybrid who went a bit overboard. Check for fur markings."

TBA







Your Character

Back To Basics . . .
Full Name: Hail March Miller
Nickname:n/a
Age: 35
Gender:male
Nationality: French

Place of Employment: Chimera Corporation (on and off)
Position: Doctor
Job History:
Hail has worked there for 8 years, now part time. He was ticked at the other workers for treating him like a lab rat, so he works there on and off.
He has always had a hidden respect and pity for experiments, or else he would not work.


On The Outside…
Height: 5ft 2"
Weight:180 lb
Eye Colour:blue
Hair Colour:black, or very dark brown
Skin Tone: pale
Overall Appearance:

Hail is a very thin, tall figure. He has very short nails, for he bites them when he's bored or they start to get in his way. They never get much dirt under them, because he is normally superstitious about being clean, he also showers more than a usual person.

His eyes are a very light blue, and one could mistake them as an icy color. But usually, a few locks of hair blocks them, and one can mistake him for attempting to intimidate them. He rarely looks fully relaxed.

Clothing Style:o
Dr. Miller likes to wear similar things on a daily basis. When he goes out, often he wears steel-toed boots, and occasionally clogs, which frankly he despises. He has a Decemberists shirt that he wears frequently, but also enjoys the plain shirt with nothing on it. He has an extensive liking to velvet and corduroys.

Other: He currently has a crescent shaped scar near his right eye.
Celebrity: Some help?
Picture:100X100

On The Inside…
Likes:

• Pizza
  
• Avian Experiments (in particular)
  
• Being a literal genius, high IQ
  
• Coming up for new experiment ideas, as well as patching current ones up
  
• Sleep, sleep and lots of it ^^
  
• Quotes, Especially ones that refer to history
  
• Historical fiction and other forms of it
  
• Vampires (Kindred)
  
• Annoying and fooling 'lesser people'
  

Dislikes:

• Canines
  
• Tomatoes
  
• Flowers- anything to do with them
  
• Bees, and most other insects
  
• People who don't except the fact he's got twice their IQ
  
• Most other scientists
  
• Having to put down any form of life, even canines
  
• Having to work as a vet now and then
  
• The smell dogs have, especially his neighbor's Australian Shepard, who farts constantly
  
• Drinking
  
• The color orange
  

Goals:

• Get a better, higher ranked job
  
• Get some serious education, and raise his intellect more
  
• Create a non-faulty hybrid with a power to shape shift into two or more animals
  
• Stop having such hatred toward canines, and generally gain more tolerance
  
• Become more agile, for he's not the amazing athlete
  
• Built a new lab in Seattle
  

Fears:

• Fire consuming him
  
• Being taken down by a canine hybrid, as his dreams haunt him about
  
• Dinosaurs and prehistoric animals
  
• Being out done
  
• Going blind
  

Quirks
Eats peaches and pears 24-7
Habits:
Going to bed at 7
Bad Habits:
tapping his nails when he thinks
looking as if he was trying to intimidate someone when he isn't
General Personality:
In a usual state, he's pretty calm and relaxed, but never fails to keep his guard up and always stays aware of his surroundings. He has a certain, small amount of paranoia, so his mind frequently that someone is up to something bad, which isn't always wrong. He typically remains in a calm state.

He has a very light temper. Even if someone tried as hard as they were capable of to get him ticked, they probably could only get him half as annoyed as a normal person. He never really says a lot to people who he doesn't like, and looks anti-social.
Where You Come From
family members:

• Morris Reynolds(dad)
  
• Loren (sis)
  
• Ally (mom)
  

Pets: Lexi (a dog, who he hated)
One Good Memory: When he found out of his genius. It was a surprise to his family, and they said it was a blessing.
One Bad Memory:His parents tried to trick him into using his skill for their personal things.
Brief History:
10-14
At the tender age of ten, he was doing better in school than any kid had in years. No one acknowledged it then, but he was doing top notch work and had educated himself well in sciences. He could identify other things teachers failed to recognize under microscopes and had an extremely steady hand. At 14, his father put his hand down and said: 'Kid, there's something special with you.'
15-20

They took him to be examined, his IQ and all. He worked swiftly through the test, missing very little. As soon as his father realized what exactly his son was capable of, he started trying to persuade him to learn how to hack into computers. He did eventually learn how, but made his father exceptionally mad when he wouldn't be his slave. 18 on the spot, he moved into an apartment by himself.

20-25
His father, not to be out done by this youth, persisted on him to 'support his poor old dad' and help him stay around longer by earning money to support his filthy drinking. Heck, they gave Lexi beer. Barbarians, Hail thought. A disgrace to him. At times he wanted to kill Morris Reynolds for doing all this, it was truely painful for him.

25-35
Twenty-three, he had his own house. Mildly large, but nonetheless a three-storied, new home. He built his own lab in the basement, and one night while at the local science center, he met someone looking for a man with abilities like his, for a job that had to do with experimenting on humans. It sounded horrendously interesting, and rare as an opportunity, like once in a life time. He took them up on it and wasn't going to back out, not over his dead body. Once he realized what he was to do with DNA, and it's major sciences, he couldn't control his thoughts, and began to work madly, not missing work for a fever. He was treated illy, so he decided to bump it down to part time.

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