Post by Aaron Peterson on Sept 14, 2010 6:36:43 GMT -5
Name: Aaron Peterson
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 26 (23/2/1984)
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Munathanura, NSW, Australia
Character Portrayal: Ryan Corr
Hair: Medium length, brown.
Eyes: Blue.
Height: 5'8"
Individual Features: Aaron appears to be five years younger than he is, and he generally appears to be intense but dour.
General Appearance:
Thin and wiry, Aaron has a few distinguishing features, namely the remnants of weevil claw marks on the left side of his face and several more on his body, especially his arms.
Family: His parents, George (56) and Susan McGregor (53).
Friends: There are only four people Aaron would consider his "friends", and they are his old SASR patrol (Sergeant Ryan Post (36), Trooper Nathan Bedford (28), Trooper Nathan Bedford (31) and Trooper Bailey Hyman (34)).
Enemies: None at present.
Job: Weapons Specialist, Torchwood 3
Personality: Aaron could be best described as a stoic. He rarely expresses his emotion and can be almost single minded about getting the job done. Don't be fooled into thinking that he lacks a sense of humour, though. While it can be somewhat dark, Aaron does have a sense of humour, which tends to come out when the going gets tough and often comes at the most unexpected times. For example, he might be defusing a bomb with twenty seconds left on the timer and he'll make a joke about all the wires being red (even if they're not), while keeping his full attention on the task at hand.
In addition to his stoicism, Aaron is also relatively paranoid and, while he only flinches when touched without warning, he dislikes physical contact. Additionally, he maintains a high level of situational awareness, always tracking the position of everyone in the room and constantly evaluating the best way to get to whatever number of exits he's discovered.
Aaron's off duty behaviour depend son who he's with. If he's spending time with colleagues, then there won't be much of a change from how he acts at work. He might exercise a bit of sly humour or contribute to the conversation more than usual, but the change is barely noticeable.
Likes:
- Explosives
- Firearms
- Danger
- Pushing his limits
- Dark chocolate
- Books
- Tea (no sugar, one tube of condensed milk)
Dislikes:
- Al-Qaeda
- Civilians who condemn soldiers without having been in combat themselves.
- Idiots
- Racists
- Uwe Boll
- PMCs
Fears:
- Being burnt alive.
- Being drugged and raped again.
Powers: N/A
History:
Aaron grew up in the small country town of Munathanura. He was an only child, and would often be left to his own devices, as both his parents were nurses. As a result he developed a tendency to sit on the outside of groups. While this did bother his parents, he certainly didn't seem to bother Aaron or cause problems for him, so they eventually dismissed it.
A very intelligent, child, Aaron also developed an interest in explosives. He made his first match bomb at twelve and by the time he was thirteen he had moved on to primary explosives. His parents didn't know what he was doing precisely, and he continued to experiment, finding more and more ways to hide his hobby from his parents.
Despite graduating at the top of his class, Aaron chose to go into the infantry as just another foot slogger. He didn't want the responsibilities of command, and being a rifleman seemed to be more challenging. However, after two years, he found that the job was nowhere near as exciting or challenging as it could be. As a result, he decided to join the SASR.
Selection was brutal and even Aaron had to admit that he hated it. The feeling at the end, though, when you were badged, that was unbelievable and made Aaron feel that it had all been worth it. He spent another year training, taking as many additional courses as he could, especially in the fields of demolition, EOD and firearms familiarisation.
He put these skills to good use defending the base from Cybermen at the end of 2006, first helping to kill all those on base and then helping to defend civilians in a nearby town.
He deployed to Afghanistan in 2007 and spent most of his time there performing Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols, rarely coming into conflict with the Taliban, although his patrol did find and destroy an ammunition dump. All in all, it was a very boring tour.
His next tour of Afghanistan, in 2009, was a little more exciting. His patrol was engage by a dozen or more insurgents three times over the course of the year, and he was also involved directly in combat operations with 4 Commando, another of Australia's special operations teams. A total of 320 insurgents were killed over a 4 day period and an estimated 20 tonnes of munitions were discovered and, much to Aaron's disappointment, passed on to the Afghan army.
Following this deployment, Aaron spent his leave travelling the UK, looking at all the historical sights. He spent a few nights in Cardiff, one of them drinking at a pub. He doesn't remember much from that night, only waking up in an alleyway with his pants around his ankles and his arse hurting like Hell. It took a few minutes for him to work out what had happened, since the drug's effects continued after he had woken up, but once he did he spent the next five minutes throwing up.
Part of him knew that he should go to a hospital and report what had happened, but another part felt ashamed and didn't want to reveal what had happened to anyone. The shamed part of him won over and he began to stagger back to the hostel where he was staying.
While en route, he was attacked by a weevil. Despite still being groggy, Aaron managed to put up a decent defence against the creature, using a brick that he found lying on the ground to firstly break the creatures arm and then knock it out. This time he did call the police, but mostly because he had a severe gash across his left cheek, two on his left arm, three on his right and one across his stomach.
The police found him passed out next to the weevil and immediately took him to hospital. When he came to, he was questioned by someone he assumed was a plain clothes police inspector, dressed in a WWII great coat. As he was interviewed, Aaron realised that this wasn't a policeman and became very suspicious, especially when the stranger tried to feed him a line about being attacked by a druggie.
Still feeling helpless after being raped, Aaron began to sarcastically ask the stranger if he was MI5 or MI6 and talked over the top of him whenever the stranger tried to say anything. Eventually, the stranger left and, after confirming that the official report stated that he had been attacked by a druggie, Aaron checked himself out of the hospital and went underground. He didn't trust the stranger or his motives.
However, it was hard to hide from anyone with Torchwood's resources in his weakened state and so Aaron eventually found himself face to face with the stranger once again, this time inside a prison cell. The stranger introduced himself as Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood, a secret organisation aimed at protecting the people of Cardiff from aliens and alien artefacts which slipped through a rift in time and space that was centred on the city.
The captain told Aaron that, in light of his success against the weevil and his special forces training, he was a perfect candidate for the new position of Weapons Specialist for Torchwood 3. Apart from being well paid for the job, Aaron would be in charge of the Torchwood armoury, helping to outfit other members of the team and also providing supporting fire if the need arose.
It was as if the job was made for Aaron. Apart from the potential problems that could arise from dealing with disorientated aliens with superior technology, there was also the aspect of being in charge of the armoury of a secret organisation. It was just too tempting for Aaron to resist and he accepted the offer.
He resigned from the army, giving his mates the explanation that he was going to be working for a UK security company, much to their dismay. He has since joined Torchwood and has upgraded their armoury to the point where he is confident of being able to tackle anything short of a battleship.
Random Facts:
- Aaron considers pain to be a challenge
- Even when off duty, Aaron will have at least one firearm and one knife on him.
- Aaron doesn't drink anything if it doesn't come in an unopened battle/can and, if he ever has to leave his drink for some reason, he will buy a new one on returning.
RP Sample:
The Welsh countryside was much greener than the fields back home. If it wasn't for the seemingly constant rain and cloudy sky, Aaron might have thought that this was some kind of paradise. The rogue Sontaran officer who was brainwashing people, some of who had already killed Jack didn't help, either.
The main problem that this mission presented was the brainwashed humans. No one on the Torchwood team wanted to killed them, but their protective screen around the Sontaran was too thick to penetrate without killing some or all of them. Jack's death had proven that. As it turns out, shotguns have a surprising long range if you're unlucky.
At this point they might have tipped off UNIT and had them deal with the problem. The thing was, though, that no one had much faith in UNIT right now. There was such a huge perceived need for personnel and so many recruits that the overall quality of your standard UNIT trooper was low enough that the civilians would likely take heavy casualties.
As a result, they were going to try to take the clearing once more. This time, though, the Torchwood team would cause a diversion and draw the guards away from the perimeter. They had all noticed that last time the guards had all converged on them at once. It probably wasn't what the Sontaran had wanted, but it was doubtless difficult to turn several dozen civilians into mind slaves who doubled as sentries.
Aaron finally crawled into position. He was twenty metres from the perimeter, and about as close as he was confident he could get without being spotted. His left hand moved slowly from his weapon to the radio near his left shoulder and he clicked it twice, sending the signal to the others that he was in position.
What seemed to be an eternity later, the Torchwood team moved into position and initiated contact, shooting over the heads of the guards. As predicted, all the guards began to leave their posts and engage the Torchwood staff. About half of them actually had shotguns or weapons, while the rest were armed with weapons such as axes and shovels.
The Torchwood team fell back under heavy fire in an attempt to prevent themselves from being flanked and overwhelmed, which left Aaron free to engage the Sontaran, who had stopped whatever he was doing on his capsule to examine the battle. Aaron didn't have long - the sentries wouldn't chase the Torchwood team more than two hundred metres. From the sound of things, they were fast approaching that point.
Using the trees as cover, Aaron advanced to the edge of the clearing and sighted down the barrel of his weapon. Small arms didn't do much against Sontaran battle armour, but Aaron was using a PAW-20, a semi automatic grenade launcher that essentially used 20 mm cannon rounds with a cut down casing.
Aiming at the groin of the Sontaran, Aaron squeezed the trigger, sending off the first round. The recoil brought him up to the Sontaran's head and he fired again, almost before the first round hit. The result was devastating. The first round blasted through the Sontaran's armour and caused damage to vital organs and blood vessels, while the second round knocked the Sontaran off its feet, possibly killing it. Aaron put another round through the hole in the armour just to be sure.
The remainder of the magazine went through the open door of the Sontaran craft and destroyed the inside. Multicoloured sparks flew out the door and singed the grass, but what really got Aaron's attention was the lack of gunfire. He allowed himself a small smile. Jack's theory had been right, the Sontaran had been using his spacecraft to control the sentries.
"It worked, did it?"
While Aaron wanted to believe that everything had gone to plan, he knew better than to assume it had.
"Yeah, the sentries aren't being controlled any more. Good work."
Jack's voice was reassuring.
"Thanks, boss. I'll be with you in a tick."
Shouldering the now empty grenade rifle, Aaron made his way towards where the very confused, very scared civilians were. Now came the hard part, explaining things to the civilians long enough for them to calm down to the point where they could be given an amnesia pill. Yep, the Sontarans might be tough little bastards, but this was the hardest part of the job by far.
Rules: I've read them.
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 26 (23/2/1984)
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Munathanura, NSW, Australia
Character Portrayal: Ryan Corr
Hair: Medium length, brown.
Eyes: Blue.
Height: 5'8"
Individual Features: Aaron appears to be five years younger than he is, and he generally appears to be intense but dour.
General Appearance:
Thin and wiry, Aaron has a few distinguishing features, namely the remnants of weevil claw marks on the left side of his face and several more on his body, especially his arms.
Family: His parents, George (56) and Susan McGregor (53).
Friends: There are only four people Aaron would consider his "friends", and they are his old SASR patrol (Sergeant Ryan Post (36), Trooper Nathan Bedford (28), Trooper Nathan Bedford (31) and Trooper Bailey Hyman (34)).
Enemies: None at present.
Job: Weapons Specialist, Torchwood 3
Personality: Aaron could be best described as a stoic. He rarely expresses his emotion and can be almost single minded about getting the job done. Don't be fooled into thinking that he lacks a sense of humour, though. While it can be somewhat dark, Aaron does have a sense of humour, which tends to come out when the going gets tough and often comes at the most unexpected times. For example, he might be defusing a bomb with twenty seconds left on the timer and he'll make a joke about all the wires being red (even if they're not), while keeping his full attention on the task at hand.
In addition to his stoicism, Aaron is also relatively paranoid and, while he only flinches when touched without warning, he dislikes physical contact. Additionally, he maintains a high level of situational awareness, always tracking the position of everyone in the room and constantly evaluating the best way to get to whatever number of exits he's discovered.
Aaron's off duty behaviour depend son who he's with. If he's spending time with colleagues, then there won't be much of a change from how he acts at work. He might exercise a bit of sly humour or contribute to the conversation more than usual, but the change is barely noticeable.
Likes:
- Explosives
- Firearms
- Danger
- Pushing his limits
- Dark chocolate
- Books
- Tea (no sugar, one tube of condensed milk)
Dislikes:
- Al-Qaeda
- Civilians who condemn soldiers without having been in combat themselves.
- Idiots
- Racists
- Uwe Boll
- PMCs
Fears:
- Being burnt alive.
- Being drugged and raped again.
Powers: N/A
History:
Aaron grew up in the small country town of Munathanura. He was an only child, and would often be left to his own devices, as both his parents were nurses. As a result he developed a tendency to sit on the outside of groups. While this did bother his parents, he certainly didn't seem to bother Aaron or cause problems for him, so they eventually dismissed it.
A very intelligent, child, Aaron also developed an interest in explosives. He made his first match bomb at twelve and by the time he was thirteen he had moved on to primary explosives. His parents didn't know what he was doing precisely, and he continued to experiment, finding more and more ways to hide his hobby from his parents.
Despite graduating at the top of his class, Aaron chose to go into the infantry as just another foot slogger. He didn't want the responsibilities of command, and being a rifleman seemed to be more challenging. However, after two years, he found that the job was nowhere near as exciting or challenging as it could be. As a result, he decided to join the SASR.
Selection was brutal and even Aaron had to admit that he hated it. The feeling at the end, though, when you were badged, that was unbelievable and made Aaron feel that it had all been worth it. He spent another year training, taking as many additional courses as he could, especially in the fields of demolition, EOD and firearms familiarisation.
He put these skills to good use defending the base from Cybermen at the end of 2006, first helping to kill all those on base and then helping to defend civilians in a nearby town.
He deployed to Afghanistan in 2007 and spent most of his time there performing Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols, rarely coming into conflict with the Taliban, although his patrol did find and destroy an ammunition dump. All in all, it was a very boring tour.
His next tour of Afghanistan, in 2009, was a little more exciting. His patrol was engage by a dozen or more insurgents three times over the course of the year, and he was also involved directly in combat operations with 4 Commando, another of Australia's special operations teams. A total of 320 insurgents were killed over a 4 day period and an estimated 20 tonnes of munitions were discovered and, much to Aaron's disappointment, passed on to the Afghan army.
Following this deployment, Aaron spent his leave travelling the UK, looking at all the historical sights. He spent a few nights in Cardiff, one of them drinking at a pub. He doesn't remember much from that night, only waking up in an alleyway with his pants around his ankles and his arse hurting like Hell. It took a few minutes for him to work out what had happened, since the drug's effects continued after he had woken up, but once he did he spent the next five minutes throwing up.
Part of him knew that he should go to a hospital and report what had happened, but another part felt ashamed and didn't want to reveal what had happened to anyone. The shamed part of him won over and he began to stagger back to the hostel where he was staying.
While en route, he was attacked by a weevil. Despite still being groggy, Aaron managed to put up a decent defence against the creature, using a brick that he found lying on the ground to firstly break the creatures arm and then knock it out. This time he did call the police, but mostly because he had a severe gash across his left cheek, two on his left arm, three on his right and one across his stomach.
The police found him passed out next to the weevil and immediately took him to hospital. When he came to, he was questioned by someone he assumed was a plain clothes police inspector, dressed in a WWII great coat. As he was interviewed, Aaron realised that this wasn't a policeman and became very suspicious, especially when the stranger tried to feed him a line about being attacked by a druggie.
Still feeling helpless after being raped, Aaron began to sarcastically ask the stranger if he was MI5 or MI6 and talked over the top of him whenever the stranger tried to say anything. Eventually, the stranger left and, after confirming that the official report stated that he had been attacked by a druggie, Aaron checked himself out of the hospital and went underground. He didn't trust the stranger or his motives.
However, it was hard to hide from anyone with Torchwood's resources in his weakened state and so Aaron eventually found himself face to face with the stranger once again, this time inside a prison cell. The stranger introduced himself as Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood, a secret organisation aimed at protecting the people of Cardiff from aliens and alien artefacts which slipped through a rift in time and space that was centred on the city.
The captain told Aaron that, in light of his success against the weevil and his special forces training, he was a perfect candidate for the new position of Weapons Specialist for Torchwood 3. Apart from being well paid for the job, Aaron would be in charge of the Torchwood armoury, helping to outfit other members of the team and also providing supporting fire if the need arose.
It was as if the job was made for Aaron. Apart from the potential problems that could arise from dealing with disorientated aliens with superior technology, there was also the aspect of being in charge of the armoury of a secret organisation. It was just too tempting for Aaron to resist and he accepted the offer.
He resigned from the army, giving his mates the explanation that he was going to be working for a UK security company, much to their dismay. He has since joined Torchwood and has upgraded their armoury to the point where he is confident of being able to tackle anything short of a battleship.
Random Facts:
- Aaron considers pain to be a challenge
- Even when off duty, Aaron will have at least one firearm and one knife on him.
- Aaron doesn't drink anything if it doesn't come in an unopened battle/can and, if he ever has to leave his drink for some reason, he will buy a new one on returning.
RP Sample:
The Welsh countryside was much greener than the fields back home. If it wasn't for the seemingly constant rain and cloudy sky, Aaron might have thought that this was some kind of paradise. The rogue Sontaran officer who was brainwashing people, some of who had already killed Jack didn't help, either.
The main problem that this mission presented was the brainwashed humans. No one on the Torchwood team wanted to killed them, but their protective screen around the Sontaran was too thick to penetrate without killing some or all of them. Jack's death had proven that. As it turns out, shotguns have a surprising long range if you're unlucky.
At this point they might have tipped off UNIT and had them deal with the problem. The thing was, though, that no one had much faith in UNIT right now. There was such a huge perceived need for personnel and so many recruits that the overall quality of your standard UNIT trooper was low enough that the civilians would likely take heavy casualties.
As a result, they were going to try to take the clearing once more. This time, though, the Torchwood team would cause a diversion and draw the guards away from the perimeter. They had all noticed that last time the guards had all converged on them at once. It probably wasn't what the Sontaran had wanted, but it was doubtless difficult to turn several dozen civilians into mind slaves who doubled as sentries.
Aaron finally crawled into position. He was twenty metres from the perimeter, and about as close as he was confident he could get without being spotted. His left hand moved slowly from his weapon to the radio near his left shoulder and he clicked it twice, sending the signal to the others that he was in position.
What seemed to be an eternity later, the Torchwood team moved into position and initiated contact, shooting over the heads of the guards. As predicted, all the guards began to leave their posts and engage the Torchwood staff. About half of them actually had shotguns or weapons, while the rest were armed with weapons such as axes and shovels.
The Torchwood team fell back under heavy fire in an attempt to prevent themselves from being flanked and overwhelmed, which left Aaron free to engage the Sontaran, who had stopped whatever he was doing on his capsule to examine the battle. Aaron didn't have long - the sentries wouldn't chase the Torchwood team more than two hundred metres. From the sound of things, they were fast approaching that point.
Using the trees as cover, Aaron advanced to the edge of the clearing and sighted down the barrel of his weapon. Small arms didn't do much against Sontaran battle armour, but Aaron was using a PAW-20, a semi automatic grenade launcher that essentially used 20 mm cannon rounds with a cut down casing.
Aiming at the groin of the Sontaran, Aaron squeezed the trigger, sending off the first round. The recoil brought him up to the Sontaran's head and he fired again, almost before the first round hit. The result was devastating. The first round blasted through the Sontaran's armour and caused damage to vital organs and blood vessels, while the second round knocked the Sontaran off its feet, possibly killing it. Aaron put another round through the hole in the armour just to be sure.
The remainder of the magazine went through the open door of the Sontaran craft and destroyed the inside. Multicoloured sparks flew out the door and singed the grass, but what really got Aaron's attention was the lack of gunfire. He allowed himself a small smile. Jack's theory had been right, the Sontaran had been using his spacecraft to control the sentries.
"It worked, did it?"
While Aaron wanted to believe that everything had gone to plan, he knew better than to assume it had.
"Yeah, the sentries aren't being controlled any more. Good work."
Jack's voice was reassuring.
"Thanks, boss. I'll be with you in a tick."
Shouldering the now empty grenade rifle, Aaron made his way towards where the very confused, very scared civilians were. Now came the hard part, explaining things to the civilians long enough for them to calm down to the point where they could be given an amnesia pill. Yep, the Sontarans might be tough little bastards, but this was the hardest part of the job by far.
Rules: I've read them.