Name/Alias // Shell
Age // 24
Gender // Female
E-mail address // firstname.lastname@example.org
Name // Meredith Riker Skylar (goes by 'Riker' formally, 'Rick' in the informal)
Age // 31
Birthday // May 15
Birthplace // Junon
Gender // Male
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Mother // Eselda Skylar, a very famous (in certain circles) dominatrix, known for her very popular women's seminars on sexuality.
Father // Archibald Skylar, "Archie Skye", the owner of a very large and widespread chain of themed, upscale strip clubs.
Siblings // Jacob Skylar (38) brother, lead singer in the popular rock band Bleeding Heart, currently well known to be an alcoholic, cheating husband, and due in court soon for his 8th unlicensed DUI; Aemilia Skylar (36) sister, now releasing her twelfth priced-to-own adult movie collection; Anya & Alia (26, twins) sisters, very popular stripping pair in Archie Skye's Junon-based main strip club, The Golden Goose.
Marital status // Single
Children // None
Pets // A Chia Pet. It's the only pet he doesn't have to remember to feed, and he often forgets to water that.
Eyes // Very light brown
Height // 5 feet 9 inches
Weight // 134#
Hair color/style His hair isn't long, but he's missed a trim or two. It's a bit shaggy, still kept neat, and is a deep auburn.
Complexion Golden/olive; hispanic origin
Distinguishing marks // None
Build // He's a healthy weight, but he's got little to no muscle and has the stereotypical Mad Scientist thin look.
Voice // Rick's voice is in a medium range, with the very often used potential to hit high pitches when in distress, irritation, surprise, etc.
Clothes // He's a neat and tidy guy, with glasses, tie and labcoat. He usually makes sure to wear nice slacks and a shirt when at work, and whatever he happens to throw on the rest of the time. He has utterly no discernable 'style'.
General Appearance // He has a perpetual surprised expression, as if he's always coming to some new conclusion he hasn't thought of before, and tends to be labeled spacey, scatterbrained, or a combination thereof. He's a nice guy, good looking enough, but much better looking without the glasses or labcoat.
Brief Personality // Rick's a rebel, by which I mean he's the only member of his family to have four different college degrees and absolutely no background in the sex industry (unless you count the odd contraptions his sisters call 'toys' and always get him for Christmas; They're all still in their boxes in his closet because he feels bad throwing them away but really can't find a good use for them other than paperweights). He genuinely loves science and learning, spicy food, video games, and basketball. Most people think his personality is better fitted for a seventeen-year-old than somebody in his thirties, but that's only because he's just not as jaded as most people his age. With his background, he's very hard to faze and has almost never been uncomfortable in any situation others might find unbearable.
Brief Background // Rick started out his rebellious career early, being skipped two grades when he was only seven and winning a county-wide math competition against students four years his senior. His brother and sisters were bringing home the boyfriends and girlfriends, and he spent his time bringing home awards and academic competition trophies. He had a very uneventful life (as far as trauma goes), and has a very caring and loving family in spite of their unconventional career choices. When he decided he wanted to attend the highest ranked university on the continent his parents shelled out the money without question, most of which he was pleased to be able to return to them when he recieved numerous scholarships throughout his academic career. He started working for a biomedical company in their research department fresh out of college, but his research proved to be too advanced for their resources. He began working for ShinRa just after Advent Children's events, in their science department, and was promoted to head of the department a year previous to the current timeline when his predecessor retired.
Skills // Rick has a lot, but his specialty is cooking and baking.
Occupation [if any] // Head of the Science Department
Weapon(s)[if any] // No regular weapons, but if he really needs one he'll borrow one from the test units.
Note // Rick's primary research is in the field of 'biological weapons' for defensive purposes. His current pet projects include the creation of a defensive unit in the form of an android (still in its testing stages to flesh out the newly installed A.I.) and the development of androids using organic materials as well as implantation of artificial weaponry in human subjects. These last two projects are coming along somewhat slowly, as he is paying strict attention to the ethical treatment of specimens in the former and taking only volunteer subjects in the latter.
"The thing-a-ma-jig's connected to the whatsit," Deputy Head Brandis sang to the tune of 'Dem Bones, giving what looked like a random wire a jab into place in a small circuit box.
"The whatsit's connected to the thing-a-ma-bob," Rick continued on his turn, giving another seemingly random piece a twist with his wrench.
"The thing-a-ma-bob's connected to the whosit..."
"The whosit's connected to the... this-thing-I-haven't-come-up-with-a-name-for yet..."
Brandis looked at Rick over the top of the object they were working in, frowning. It took Rick a moment to realise their vocal stride had been broken, and he returned the glance.
"You missed your line," he pointed out.
"Nah, you killed the flow," Brandis answered, checking his watch. "Almost midnight. I think we should give it a rest for the night."
Rick gave a small grunt and hauled his legs out from under the pod they were working on. At least, to an outsider it looked like a pod. To him, it was a housing unit for his recharging little princess, his crowning achievement if he could ever get her to work. A completed android with a nearly complete A.I....the future of defense. No more losing good men to war or street violence when soldiers or police had to be called in. This baby was going to change the world someday.
"So, you decide what you're going to name her?" Brandis asked, packing away his tools into his kit and pulling himself off the floor. "Going to need a Christening. Bad luck to not have a Christening."
"A.I.O.N.I.O.S.," Rick answered without hesitation. "Aoin for short."
Brandis looked at him with noncoherence clear on his face.
"Artificially Intelligent Observational Networked Internally Ordered System," Rick clarified. "Aionios is Greek for 'Everlasting'. Aoin is another form, it means 'Eternal'."
That Brandis could wrap his mind around. The two of them talked amiably as they cleaned up their mess and walked to the exit together. When they reached it, Rick heaved a sigh and announced he'd left his car keys, and after a brief goodbye they parted. Then, when he was sure Brandis was gone, he returned to his office and booted the computer back up.
He had coffee, he had candy, and he had six hours of peace and quiet before anybody else came into work. His princess's AI still needed some tweaking.