Post by effinfitz on Sept 1, 2012 11:49:53 GMT -8
((Employee snapshots are just short write-ups of the otherwise faceless Ægir employees that the team might interact with. Go ahead, use 'em! Or just soak up the lore.))
WE KNOW all about Mr. King.
WE'RE NOT going to tell you.
CHEERS.
Brad King's position in AEgir is probably one of the surest signs to outsiders that's Something's Up With That Company. Officially his title is Head Engineer. Officially, he's been everywhere from Vietnaam to Iraq to Somalia, working his way up from enlisted grunt to Grunt with Stripes. Officially, he was honorably discharged in 2003 with enough medals to decorate a Christmas tree.
Unofficially, he hadn't wanted to go. But Brad has experience with the Secret World -- the kind that comes from taking a wrong turn in the jungle and finding yourself hip-deep in knee-high cannibals. When Homeland Security founded its ONPSMI department, they needed someone with that experience, and Brad had been vocal enough back in the day that there were still files on his misadventures. For the next seven years he advised some of the most secretive councils in the US Government, discovering in the process that he really hadn't ever known that much about the Secret World before and that, in a pinch, being able to improvise was the next best thing to actually knowing what you were doing.
The Illuminati eventually figured they'd rather have him on their side, and arranged an aggressive recruitment. Homeland Security held a great retirement bash for him on his 65th birthday. He enjoyed unemployment for all of three days before the Illuminati recruited him. He was not happy with their methods.
He's STILL not happy with their methods. But he's calmed down considerably since then. The move to AEgir helped -- when Shay brought the company public, he was one of the "transfers" they insisted on. He now has an underground garage with very, very thick walls and several cutting-edge toys to play with. It's not quite the same as holidays at home with the family, but at least that damn pyramid logo isn't painted up all over the place.
Brad King's position in AEgir mirrors the one he he had in ONPSMI. On paper, it's called "innovative engineering solutions." In practice, it usually equates to "Ways to kill monsters for the anima-impaired." When some red-blooded sarge staring down the zombie apocalypse starts rambling about bullets that open you up from the inside out and bring pain and fire and darkness...Brad may've made them. And modified the guns that shoot them. And tested them for countless hours until he was absolutely sure they were doing what they were supposed to. He has a small team of similarly innovative engineers, mechanics, two physicists and an irritable chemist to help design and bulid responses to some of the most outlandish problems brought to AEgir by their customers. Everything from "we need to build a tunnel through this mountain, but it turns out it's a volcano" to "we need to build an artificial volcano" to "I need a gun that shoots like a frikkin' volcano."
Almost all of these designs are exorbitantly expensive, and only useful in the one precise situation that they were made for. The weapons themselves are no replacement for anima-powered weapons, but for most of AEgir's customers that's not an option anyway. So with the Secret War heating up, the engineering department's been doing impressively brisk business.
Using in-game, or, RP notes.
Le sigh. Another alt that didn't quite make it past the character generator.
Brad's turning seventy this year. He's fit, but regular exercise hasn't quite managed to keep up with a red-meat diet, too many late nights and the stress of long range recon patrols through elephant grass. He's six-foot four and whip thin, tipping the scales at one-hundred forty five pounds. Stronger than any man that old and that emaciated has any right to be. His hair looks like steel wool took root and his face isn't so much wrinkled as lined, if that means anything. Eyes that are bright, lively, and more than a little protuberant look out from a face so dark it's practically coal-black.
Neverminding the time there's actually coal on it.
Brad's never seen outside the lab. He has no pictures of any family. His department looks up to him almost like something between clan patriarch and confessor. They don't have any secrets he doesn't know, and only rarely stop to reflect that they don't know a thing about him other than his name and his qualifications. Somehow, it never occurs to them to ask. Brad's unfailingly cheerful with his staff -- even when he's cussing them out for being idiots. Which is often. He's fond of laughing and dancing, and has been known to do both when hit by a eureka moment for a particularly intractable problem.
He works all night from sundown to sun up without break, saying that he prefers to work without distraction and that he always has a big dinner before coming. The cavernous space of the Engineering Solutions and Innovations department (Or "ESI Labs," more often) is his domain, filled with two-story-high shelves full of all manner of odds and ends, lathes, punches, furnaces, lead-lined storage units and enough compressed gasses to make a stray bullet a very bad idea. It's in the basement, and LOOKS like a basement: all reinforced concrete and steel. When the regular staff is here, it's nto at all unlike an overly crowded episode of Mythbusters, with young, precocious, and overly enthusiastic personnel getting to play with Things That Go Boom. It's easy to tell when Brad's alone in the lab, as the sound of arguing voices or excited shrieks get replaced with lossless-audio playbacks of big-band jazz and the man himself singing along.
WE KNOW all about Mr. King.
WE'RE NOT going to tell you.
CHEERS.
Brad King's position in AEgir is probably one of the surest signs to outsiders that's Something's Up With That Company. Officially his title is Head Engineer. Officially, he's been everywhere from Vietnaam to Iraq to Somalia, working his way up from enlisted grunt to Grunt with Stripes. Officially, he was honorably discharged in 2003 with enough medals to decorate a Christmas tree.
Unofficially, he hadn't wanted to go. But Brad has experience with the Secret World -- the kind that comes from taking a wrong turn in the jungle and finding yourself hip-deep in knee-high cannibals. When Homeland Security founded its ONPSMI department, they needed someone with that experience, and Brad had been vocal enough back in the day that there were still files on his misadventures. For the next seven years he advised some of the most secretive councils in the US Government, discovering in the process that he really hadn't ever known that much about the Secret World before and that, in a pinch, being able to improvise was the next best thing to actually knowing what you were doing.
The Illuminati eventually figured they'd rather have him on their side, and arranged an aggressive recruitment. Homeland Security held a great retirement bash for him on his 65th birthday. He enjoyed unemployment for all of three days before the Illuminati recruited him. He was not happy with their methods.
He's STILL not happy with their methods. But he's calmed down considerably since then. The move to AEgir helped -- when Shay brought the company public, he was one of the "transfers" they insisted on. He now has an underground garage with very, very thick walls and several cutting-edge toys to play with. It's not quite the same as holidays at home with the family, but at least that damn pyramid logo isn't painted up all over the place.
Brad King's position in AEgir mirrors the one he he had in ONPSMI. On paper, it's called "innovative engineering solutions." In practice, it usually equates to "Ways to kill monsters for the anima-impaired." When some red-blooded sarge staring down the zombie apocalypse starts rambling about bullets that open you up from the inside out and bring pain and fire and darkness...Brad may've made them. And modified the guns that shoot them. And tested them for countless hours until he was absolutely sure they were doing what they were supposed to. He has a small team of similarly innovative engineers, mechanics, two physicists and an irritable chemist to help design and bulid responses to some of the most outlandish problems brought to AEgir by their customers. Everything from "we need to build a tunnel through this mountain, but it turns out it's a volcano" to "we need to build an artificial volcano" to "I need a gun that shoots like a frikkin' volcano."
Almost all of these designs are exorbitantly expensive, and only useful in the one precise situation that they were made for. The weapons themselves are no replacement for anima-powered weapons, but for most of AEgir's customers that's not an option anyway. So with the Secret War heating up, the engineering department's been doing impressively brisk business.
Using in-game, or, RP notes.
Le sigh. Another alt that didn't quite make it past the character generator.
Brad's turning seventy this year. He's fit, but regular exercise hasn't quite managed to keep up with a red-meat diet, too many late nights and the stress of long range recon patrols through elephant grass. He's six-foot four and whip thin, tipping the scales at one-hundred forty five pounds. Stronger than any man that old and that emaciated has any right to be. His hair looks like steel wool took root and his face isn't so much wrinkled as lined, if that means anything. Eyes that are bright, lively, and more than a little protuberant look out from a face so dark it's practically coal-black.
Neverminding the time there's actually coal on it.
Brad's never seen outside the lab. He has no pictures of any family. His department looks up to him almost like something between clan patriarch and confessor. They don't have any secrets he doesn't know, and only rarely stop to reflect that they don't know a thing about him other than his name and his qualifications. Somehow, it never occurs to them to ask. Brad's unfailingly cheerful with his staff -- even when he's cussing them out for being idiots. Which is often. He's fond of laughing and dancing, and has been known to do both when hit by a eureka moment for a particularly intractable problem.
He works all night from sundown to sun up without break, saying that he prefers to work without distraction and that he always has a big dinner before coming. The cavernous space of the Engineering Solutions and Innovations department (Or "ESI Labs," more often) is his domain, filled with two-story-high shelves full of all manner of odds and ends, lathes, punches, furnaces, lead-lined storage units and enough compressed gasses to make a stray bullet a very bad idea. It's in the basement, and LOOKS like a basement: all reinforced concrete and steel. When the regular staff is here, it's nto at all unlike an overly crowded episode of Mythbusters, with young, precocious, and overly enthusiastic personnel getting to play with Things That Go Boom. It's easy to tell when Brad's alone in the lab, as the sound of arguing voices or excited shrieks get replaced with lossless-audio playbacks of big-band jazz and the man himself singing along.