Post by Terin Goldman on Feb 12, 2008 22:27:54 GMT -5
Name: Terin Goldman
Age:21
Sex:male
Race: Human
If military, what rank:Not in Millitary
Appearance:
Personality:Kind, light hearted, sereious when needed, over protective.
Likes:Sweets, Earth, almost everything else that has the word
Weaponry in it.
Dislikes:Gou'lds, being held prisoner, tests, and sour things.
Brief history:Terin was brought to the SGC by Jack in order to research the different kinds of weapons that they were able to bring back, and synthisise it into something that they could use, and he is always inventing things that would be useful to the SGC. Kind of like the SGC's version of Q in James Bond.
Roleplay sample:[[ Different rp setting intierly, but its the only thing I have to go on...]]
Monrielle looked up at the man who had entered and nodded. She smiled a bit to herself as she recognized some of the blood lines in his features. Some of which were her own blood lines. Maybe if traced just right they probably were very very distantly related. She laughed at the thought. "Yes, their dulling from all the traveling I do in my life." She sighed and laughed, "Most often I get questioning looks for traveling alone, being a lady and all." She tapped her black finger nails along the counter, knowing full well the pain was used to cover the tooth that was under her right ring finger nail. A poison of which is used to kill and kill quickly. Most often her last resort when in battle, especially during the dark times. "I am Monrielle by the way." She said as she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Dreamer," he said. "Dreamer Oakentree." He picked up the blades, looked at them with an apprasing eye, and took them over to a sharpener. "So what brings you here to my humble abode?" Dreamer said, as he worked.
Monrielle allowed a light smile but that was it, to appear on her face. "I am just passing through, seeing who has a need for a Black Widow here." She sighed a bit, "That and getting my blades sharpened in case I get in a bit of a fight again." She snickered at the idea, the last fight was not exactly the conventional fight that came to mind. In fact it was more wits and her getting to the chance to put a blade in his side before he could put his hands on her. "How is it here? I haven't been through in many years in fact."
"Its been relitively quiet, The Queen makes sure that we are provided for, but it was a while before the mess was sorted out." Dreamer said as he was still sharpening the blades. He took careful messures to make sure they were sharpened. He believed that one should never be in need of a dull weapon.
Anything else? He is bisexual, but leans more towards men, and don't get him sugar high... you'll never get him to stop bouncing off the walls, litteraly.
Age:21
Sex:male
Race: Human
If military, what rank:Not in Millitary
Appearance:
Personality:Kind, light hearted, sereious when needed, over protective.
Likes:Sweets, Earth, almost everything else that has the word
Weaponry in it.
Dislikes:Gou'lds, being held prisoner, tests, and sour things.
Brief history:Terin was brought to the SGC by Jack in order to research the different kinds of weapons that they were able to bring back, and synthisise it into something that they could use, and he is always inventing things that would be useful to the SGC. Kind of like the SGC's version of Q in James Bond.
Roleplay sample:[[ Different rp setting intierly, but its the only thing I have to go on...]]
Monrielle looked up at the man who had entered and nodded. She smiled a bit to herself as she recognized some of the blood lines in his features. Some of which were her own blood lines. Maybe if traced just right they probably were very very distantly related. She laughed at the thought. "Yes, their dulling from all the traveling I do in my life." She sighed and laughed, "Most often I get questioning looks for traveling alone, being a lady and all." She tapped her black finger nails along the counter, knowing full well the pain was used to cover the tooth that was under her right ring finger nail. A poison of which is used to kill and kill quickly. Most often her last resort when in battle, especially during the dark times. "I am Monrielle by the way." She said as she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Dreamer," he said. "Dreamer Oakentree." He picked up the blades, looked at them with an apprasing eye, and took them over to a sharpener. "So what brings you here to my humble abode?" Dreamer said, as he worked.
Monrielle allowed a light smile but that was it, to appear on her face. "I am just passing through, seeing who has a need for a Black Widow here." She sighed a bit, "That and getting my blades sharpened in case I get in a bit of a fight again." She snickered at the idea, the last fight was not exactly the conventional fight that came to mind. In fact it was more wits and her getting to the chance to put a blade in his side before he could put his hands on her. "How is it here? I haven't been through in many years in fact."
"Its been relitively quiet, The Queen makes sure that we are provided for, but it was a while before the mess was sorted out." Dreamer said as he was still sharpening the blades. He took careful messures to make sure they were sharpened. He believed that one should never be in need of a dull weapon.
Anything else? He is bisexual, but leans more towards men, and don't get him sugar high... you'll never get him to stop bouncing off the walls, litteraly.
