Post by fulminata on May 8, 2013 18:12:07 GMT -8
Name (including aliases as appropriate):
Aidan “Fulmin” LaCroix
Age/Gender:
27/Male
Relevant Skills:
Small/combat firearms training (4 years training: French Foreign Legion)
Chaos Magic (~15 years training: a LaCroix family tradition)
Swordplay (6 years training: Olympic fencing)
Cello (~17 years training: personal hobby)
Relevant Background Information:
-Born and raised into a rich industrialist family in Montreal, Quebec, Canada
“Ahh. Vive LaCroix. My ancestors moved to what would become Quebec shortly after the Revolution. We brought our baggage and our bags of tricks with us; our seedy history of witchcraft and intrigue that can be traced back before the Gauls were in fashion. That house in Montreal is old, too. Our closets’ skeletons have skeletons, ami. I’m not sure if those were shipped over from the homeland or if we were quick to assimilate some local skeletons into our aesthetic estate.
“My family is old money as well as old magic. The two go hand-in-hand well, I suppose. My Gran taught me most of her heretical parlor tricks before I was ten. Said I had the ‘natural touch’. I’d find out later that what she taught me could all be designated as old chaos magic -- rough around the edges but apparently more or less what the Illuminati has come to expect from it’s training modules. Small world, right?”
-Attended McGill University and achieved a masters in Linguistics
“My time in University was mostly a haze. I blame my boredom, my sister would blame the whiskey. She’s like that. What I do remember were all of my firsts. My first cigarette, my first testosterone-driven kegger, my first lay, my first account of manslaughter. I killed that asshat in self-defense but I still count that as my first... the lives I took in the Legion were more of a business transaction than my own willful doing. Or so I say.
“I studied linguistics by day and cryptology by night. I dug my claws into several local occult-clubs that viewed the macabre with an uncomfortable fetish of interest, (and most of those meetings ~did~ turn into orgies after enough wine and coke had flowed), but they were stepping stones to the right people. People who had families like mine... old and powerful with deep roots into the secret world. These people would eventually be the doorway that would lead me into the Illuminati. But back then, as I said, most of this time was a haze. I graduated with honours, I claimed my masters degree, and I left home. Can’t say I’ve looked back, much, either. Suck on the marrow, choke on the bone, right, cher?”
-Joined the French Foreign Legion, advanced as an operative and served in Operation Licorne
“My education in linguistics opened up a metric shitton of career opporunities for a young up-and-comer like myself. My father had demanded my return to Montreal to pick up the family business - both our legitimate and our illegitimate family trades - and I refused. I did what any kid with a fresh diploma and a song in their heart would do -- I joined the French Foreign Legion.
“Those were the good years. The training was brutal but the payoff was unbelievable. Not monetary, mind you, money has little sway on my emotional highs and lows, but the real payoff was the experience. I traveled the world and waged righteous war for the French and UN interests. My linguistics skills lead me to the far corners of the world and my cryptology experience led me deeper still.
“This is where I got my first real taste of the secret world and its hellish, tentacled underbelly. And God did I love every second of it. This isn’t the norm for the Legion, mind you. They tend to have a ‘Don't look at it and it won't hurt you’ mentality when it comes to the occult. But things on the fringe certainly found ~me~ well enough. I’m guessing my childhood lessons with Gran -- bending time and space and warping the veil -- sort of put a smell on me every boogeyman in a thirteen-kilometer radius can pick up. But it wasn’t ever a big deal, really, and my Legionnaires learned soon after the first Iluminati ‘scrub squad’ showed up that it was best to just smile and pretend nothing abnormal happened.”
-Employed as Private Contractor after F.F.L. service. Picked up by Illuminati shortly after.
“After my years in the Legion I was honorably discharged when my contract had expired. I wasn’t sure why I left, but the growing presence of the abnormal (i.e. zombies, sorcerers, faceless men you can only see in reflective surfaces) had led me to believe that perhaps my calling was a bit higher. I say I was a private contractor but I had shit for work back then. People thought I was some gunslinging exorcist who could rid their homes of poltergeists, or they thought I was some sort of trans-dimensional bellhop. I really have no idea how or why they thought these things but I did refuse a lot of these odd jobs out of some desperate last attempt at a sort of normal life.
“Until they showed up... the men and woman who’d had their grubby hands on my file since I was eleven.
“I joined the Illuminati.”
Contact Information:
Aidan has a fully active social life and has an easy-to-find Facebook he never looks at, has access to a cellphone he never answers, and a land-line with a cheery answering machine that will collect his messages so he can ignore them later.
‘Fulmin’ has an active email account he uses for work and play. These he will legitimately respond too.
Next-of-Kin (optional):
Father: Delmont LaCroix [Montreal, Quebec]
Mother: Mireille LaCroix [Montreal, Quebec]
Sister: Avril LaCroix [Queens, New York]
((OOC section))
1. How much experience do you have with roleplaying? Have you played other MMORPGs? There's no wrong answer here.
Toooons. My older brother introduced me to pen and paper roleplay back in the masochistic days of AD&D (I was 9). I’ve been RPing ever since. As for MMO’s, if it’s been made I’ve played it. I hopped around a lot to absorb what each game did right and did wrong. I’ve been a steady subscriber to WoW until recently, running my own RP guild, but WoW has lost its magic on me and I’m looking at TSW to be a healthy home for a stretch.
2. What has brought your character to the group? Do you have any stories/ideas that you hope to develop for them as they progress through the game, and if so, what are they?
Aidan is a social butterfly and a loyal operative. He’d make an ideal candidate for a field operative, or even something more stationary within AEgir.
Ideally, he’d like to find a niche the cabal needs, or help with one if he finds himself a good fit.
3a. Fill in the blank: If my character were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, he/she would probably double check to make sure they aren’t already on AEgir’s payroll. Failing that he’d attempt to entice them to ~be~ on the AEgir payroll. Failing that he’d attempt to either repel the horror with a well placed slug from his firearm or seduce the thing with a bottle of black label scotch. Failing ~that~ he’d likely be dead and would hope that the experience is more or less something to write home about.
3b. Fill in the blank: If I were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, I would probably hope the horror at least chokes on a bone or something. I’d be a spiteful meal.
4. How did you find out about us, and how would you like for us to contact you in-game?
Searching the forums for Cabals! Active Cabals are hard to find and this one seems a right fit. I’m on most evenings for an hour or two, so I shouldn't be hard to find. Just bug me!
5. Have you ever wanted a chance to just say whatever you'd like to about yourself to a group of anonymous strangers over the internet? If so, here's your chance!
Jazz-hands!
Aidan “Fulmin” LaCroix
Age/Gender:
27/Male
Relevant Skills:
Small/combat firearms training (4 years training: French Foreign Legion)
Chaos Magic (~15 years training: a LaCroix family tradition)
Swordplay (6 years training: Olympic fencing)
Cello (~17 years training: personal hobby)
Relevant Background Information:
-Born and raised into a rich industrialist family in Montreal, Quebec, Canada
“Ahh. Vive LaCroix. My ancestors moved to what would become Quebec shortly after the Revolution. We brought our baggage and our bags of tricks with us; our seedy history of witchcraft and intrigue that can be traced back before the Gauls were in fashion. That house in Montreal is old, too. Our closets’ skeletons have skeletons, ami. I’m not sure if those were shipped over from the homeland or if we were quick to assimilate some local skeletons into our aesthetic estate.
“My family is old money as well as old magic. The two go hand-in-hand well, I suppose. My Gran taught me most of her heretical parlor tricks before I was ten. Said I had the ‘natural touch’. I’d find out later that what she taught me could all be designated as old chaos magic -- rough around the edges but apparently more or less what the Illuminati has come to expect from it’s training modules. Small world, right?”
-Attended McGill University and achieved a masters in Linguistics
“My time in University was mostly a haze. I blame my boredom, my sister would blame the whiskey. She’s like that. What I do remember were all of my firsts. My first cigarette, my first testosterone-driven kegger, my first lay, my first account of manslaughter. I killed that asshat in self-defense but I still count that as my first... the lives I took in the Legion were more of a business transaction than my own willful doing. Or so I say.
“I studied linguistics by day and cryptology by night. I dug my claws into several local occult-clubs that viewed the macabre with an uncomfortable fetish of interest, (and most of those meetings ~did~ turn into orgies after enough wine and coke had flowed), but they were stepping stones to the right people. People who had families like mine... old and powerful with deep roots into the secret world. These people would eventually be the doorway that would lead me into the Illuminati. But back then, as I said, most of this time was a haze. I graduated with honours, I claimed my masters degree, and I left home. Can’t say I’ve looked back, much, either. Suck on the marrow, choke on the bone, right, cher?”
-Joined the French Foreign Legion, advanced as an operative and served in Operation Licorne
“My education in linguistics opened up a metric shitton of career opporunities for a young up-and-comer like myself. My father had demanded my return to Montreal to pick up the family business - both our legitimate and our illegitimate family trades - and I refused. I did what any kid with a fresh diploma and a song in their heart would do -- I joined the French Foreign Legion.
“Those were the good years. The training was brutal but the payoff was unbelievable. Not monetary, mind you, money has little sway on my emotional highs and lows, but the real payoff was the experience. I traveled the world and waged righteous war for the French and UN interests. My linguistics skills lead me to the far corners of the world and my cryptology experience led me deeper still.
“This is where I got my first real taste of the secret world and its hellish, tentacled underbelly. And God did I love every second of it. This isn’t the norm for the Legion, mind you. They tend to have a ‘Don't look at it and it won't hurt you’ mentality when it comes to the occult. But things on the fringe certainly found ~me~ well enough. I’m guessing my childhood lessons with Gran -- bending time and space and warping the veil -- sort of put a smell on me every boogeyman in a thirteen-kilometer radius can pick up. But it wasn’t ever a big deal, really, and my Legionnaires learned soon after the first Iluminati ‘scrub squad’ showed up that it was best to just smile and pretend nothing abnormal happened.”
-Employed as Private Contractor after F.F.L. service. Picked up by Illuminati shortly after.
“After my years in the Legion I was honorably discharged when my contract had expired. I wasn’t sure why I left, but the growing presence of the abnormal (i.e. zombies, sorcerers, faceless men you can only see in reflective surfaces) had led me to believe that perhaps my calling was a bit higher. I say I was a private contractor but I had shit for work back then. People thought I was some gunslinging exorcist who could rid their homes of poltergeists, or they thought I was some sort of trans-dimensional bellhop. I really have no idea how or why they thought these things but I did refuse a lot of these odd jobs out of some desperate last attempt at a sort of normal life.
“Until they showed up... the men and woman who’d had their grubby hands on my file since I was eleven.
“I joined the Illuminati.”
Contact Information:
Aidan has a fully active social life and has an easy-to-find Facebook he never looks at, has access to a cellphone he never answers, and a land-line with a cheery answering machine that will collect his messages so he can ignore them later.
‘Fulmin’ has an active email account he uses for work and play. These he will legitimately respond too.
Next-of-Kin (optional):
Father: Delmont LaCroix [Montreal, Quebec]
Mother: Mireille LaCroix [Montreal, Quebec]
Sister: Avril LaCroix [Queens, New York]
((OOC section))
1. How much experience do you have with roleplaying? Have you played other MMORPGs? There's no wrong answer here.
Toooons. My older brother introduced me to pen and paper roleplay back in the masochistic days of AD&D (I was 9). I’ve been RPing ever since. As for MMO’s, if it’s been made I’ve played it. I hopped around a lot to absorb what each game did right and did wrong. I’ve been a steady subscriber to WoW until recently, running my own RP guild, but WoW has lost its magic on me and I’m looking at TSW to be a healthy home for a stretch.
2. What has brought your character to the group? Do you have any stories/ideas that you hope to develop for them as they progress through the game, and if so, what are they?
Aidan is a social butterfly and a loyal operative. He’d make an ideal candidate for a field operative, or even something more stationary within AEgir.
Ideally, he’d like to find a niche the cabal needs, or help with one if he finds himself a good fit.
3a. Fill in the blank: If my character were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, he/she would probably double check to make sure they aren’t already on AEgir’s payroll. Failing that he’d attempt to entice them to ~be~ on the AEgir payroll. Failing that he’d attempt to either repel the horror with a well placed slug from his firearm or seduce the thing with a bottle of black label scotch. Failing ~that~ he’d likely be dead and would hope that the experience is more or less something to write home about.
3b. Fill in the blank: If I were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, I would probably hope the horror at least chokes on a bone or something. I’d be a spiteful meal.
4. How did you find out about us, and how would you like for us to contact you in-game?
Searching the forums for Cabals! Active Cabals are hard to find and this one seems a right fit. I’m on most evenings for an hour or two, so I shouldn't be hard to find. Just bug me!
5. Have you ever wanted a chance to just say whatever you'd like to about yourself to a group of anonymous strangers over the internet? If so, here's your chance!
Jazz-hands!
Weighs the same as a duck.
