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player info.
name/handle: kiwi
contact info: aim: hiyokugetsumei
personal journal: corps
previous characters: n/a
character info.
character name: Sergeant Weller, Gabe
canon & medium: Dead Space: Extraction, a video game
age & species: 40, human
appearance: here he is, looking awesome and a little less than impressed
timeline: POST game, as he, McNeill, and Lexine are heading for the Sprawl
background/history link:
His wiki page and a summary of game events
personality: Weller's personality is abrasive at best and downright mean at its worst. People just aren't usually worth the time of day and he makes a point to let them know this little gem as quickly and efficiently as possible. He isn't one to waste time or words. Weller gets to the point and gets on with his life, end of story. There isn't time to dawdle around and mince words when there are things to get done and Weller would rather shoot himself in the foot than get suckered into long, meaningless conversations.
Which isn't to say the man is short on words- far from it. When he has something to tell you, you're going to hear it and you're probably going to hear it at an unreasonable volume. Any whiners in the group will get no sympathy from Weller and more often than not he'll tell them to suck it up. He has no patience for people who do nothing but bitch and moan when they could be doing something about it, so he tends to come off as apathetic to the casual observer. Weak individuals may as well not exist in Weller's mind as he doesn't make any attempt to accommodate them, even when it might seem reasonable to any normal person [example: slowing down for civilians not used to running around all day? pft. forget it! they're necromorph chow!] Weller isn't exactly heartless per say, but he does know what needs to be done and he knows when to give up on someone as a lost cause.
Proving yourself a capable person who can take care of themselves is the quickest way to get on Weller's good side and stay on it. He has respect for anyone who can hold their own in any situation and will act in a more civil manner towards those few individuals. Being in charge of his own little section of Ishimura's security, he does have his own team to boss around and seems to enjoy showing off his prize soldiers with relish while giving his newbies a hard time. It's a form a tough love, surely, as he seems largely buddy-buddy with the members of his unit who have proven themselves to him. He places great faith and confidence in these individuals and likely would trust his lives with them- even if he would never feel the need to rely on another person so heavily.
Hardheaded and stubborn, Weller doesn't often change his mind once he's made it up. A first impression goes a long way with him and if you mess up the introduction, it's very rare you'll make up for it. It's his way or the highway and he makes it painfully clear if you're not for his ideas or coming up with any of your own that sound reasonable then you're on your own. He doesn't willingly admit when he's wrong and doesn't make it a habit to apologize when he's rude. Chances are he thinks whatever happened was their fault, anyway.
Even when Weller isn't in charge of a particular group or situation, he usually acts as if he is anyway. He gives out orders and commands like they're going out of style and without a hint of humor. When he tells someone to do something he really does expect them to get it done and there will likely be consequences if it isn't. Even people who might know more about what's going on aren't immune from Weller's commanding and demanding nature, which either leaves them amused or annoyed with him. Weller couldn't care less, as long as they end up doing what he wants.
While his speech is largely matter-of-fact and he tends to roll his eyes at other people's immature antics, he isn't beyond making jokes- even if they're not all that funny. He can be sarcastic to a point and does seem to enjoy ribbing people he considers his friends. For all the shit he gives them he does appear more at-ease and relaxed around people he genuinely likes, and Weller almost appears to be an amiable guy. Almost. The wrong words or the wrong people come into the situation and suddenly Weller's back to being a frosty hard-ass with clipped words and fierce scowls.
abilities:Time in the military has kept Weller physically fit and active, even if he has been slacking a bit since his transfer to the Ishimura a scant 6 months ago. Still, he has amazing aim with a firearm and the know-how to use them- provided they're still available in his time-line [so he might not get the hang of some more archaic guns right away.] He's good at assessing situations and keeping a level head, ready and willing to do what needs to be done. Otherwise, he is an unremarkable human with no supernatural or superhuman abilities.
any plans for your character here? Not much beyond seeing how Weller reacts to a situation somehow stranger than the one back home!
possessions:
samples.
sample journal entry: [and this here is a voice post. someone sounds Extremely Unimpressed] What on Earth is this archaic little thing? I can't believe it actually had me type... [he trails off, likely to inspect the device further, before he grunts in annoyance]
Either way... [he clears his throat, onwards to no-nonsense tone] This is Sergeant Gabe Weller from the USG Ishimura. Despite my... baffling surroundings, anyone else who has found themselves stranded here from either the Ishimura or Aegis VII should report in immediately for a head count.
And that goes double for you, McNeill.
third-person sample: Weller grit his teeth and ignored the wave of nausea that passed through him as he stumbled to his feet, pistol at the ready despite his shaking hands.
Lexine would need his help, even if the blood that flowed from his side showed no sign of stopping, and he would have to keep an eye on her if he wanted out of this. Largely useless from the start, he'd been surprised at her tenacity and was suitably impressed she'd managed to make it this far despite his early predictions of her quick death in the Megavents. She had shot him full of enough painkillers to get him back on his feet and for that he was grateful- grateful enough to provide her cover and stand side-by-side with her as they waited for McNeill to arrive.
The scream of the oncoming wave of necromorphs did little to settle his stomach, but Weller pushed it down viciously. He could ignore the lingering pain, ignore how his body begged for rest if only for a little while longer. "Get ready, Lex!" He barked out to her, more out of his eagerness to get this over than any real anger towards the girl. She seemed to understand well enough and nodded her head- the fear in her eyes as clear as day but it was the determination there that almost made him chuckle.
People could certainly pull it together when they had to, he mused to himself. Not everyone of course- not that backstabbing traitor Eckhardt and not his poor damned rookie but Lexine, for looking like a lapdog, had all the tenacity of a pit bull when she wanted to. It was a small wonder McNeill seemed to get along with her.
The first clawed limb broke through the vent near the shuttle and Weller shot it off before the creature could even scrape into the open. Naturally it didn't stop the damn thing from pulling itself back into view with its other clawed arm but at least it wouldn't be coming at full-speed.
A hopeless, winless situation that Weller was almost certain they'd die from. McNeill was nowhere in sight and lost on comms while he and Lexine both had no idea how to fly the damn shuttle not 20 feet away from them.
But still they pressed on, and still Weller refused to admit defeat. They would find a way to pull through this damn thing even if Weller had to start ripping the limbs off these deranged creatures himself. No voices in his head and no writings on the wall would persuade him otherwise- he wouldn't entertain ideas of a glorified death. There was no glory to be found in death, not when the dead came back looking like that.
"Just hang on. McNeill will be here any minute- and we'll finally be off this fucking ship." Weller wasn't good at reassuring, never wanted to make a career of it, but the words weren't just for Lexine's benefit at this point as much as he wanted to ignore the anxiety that settled in his stomach.
Hurry up, McNeill he thought while he shot another limb free from another mangled body. We're not going to be able to do this forever.
name/handle: kiwi
contact info: aim: hiyokugetsumei
personal journal: corps
previous characters: n/a
character info.
character name: Sergeant Weller, Gabe
canon & medium: Dead Space: Extraction, a video game
age & species: 40, human
appearance: here he is, looking awesome and a little less than impressed
timeline: POST game, as he, McNeill, and Lexine are heading for the Sprawl
background/history link:
His wiki page and a summary of game events
personality: Weller's personality is abrasive at best and downright mean at its worst. People just aren't usually worth the time of day and he makes a point to let them know this little gem as quickly and efficiently as possible. He isn't one to waste time or words. Weller gets to the point and gets on with his life, end of story. There isn't time to dawdle around and mince words when there are things to get done and Weller would rather shoot himself in the foot than get suckered into long, meaningless conversations.
Which isn't to say the man is short on words- far from it. When he has something to tell you, you're going to hear it and you're probably going to hear it at an unreasonable volume. Any whiners in the group will get no sympathy from Weller and more often than not he'll tell them to suck it up. He has no patience for people who do nothing but bitch and moan when they could be doing something about it, so he tends to come off as apathetic to the casual observer. Weak individuals may as well not exist in Weller's mind as he doesn't make any attempt to accommodate them, even when it might seem reasonable to any normal person [example: slowing down for civilians not used to running around all day? pft. forget it! they're necromorph chow!] Weller isn't exactly heartless per say, but he does know what needs to be done and he knows when to give up on someone as a lost cause.
Proving yourself a capable person who can take care of themselves is the quickest way to get on Weller's good side and stay on it. He has respect for anyone who can hold their own in any situation and will act in a more civil manner towards those few individuals. Being in charge of his own little section of Ishimura's security, he does have his own team to boss around and seems to enjoy showing off his prize soldiers with relish while giving his newbies a hard time. It's a form a tough love, surely, as he seems largely buddy-buddy with the members of his unit who have proven themselves to him. He places great faith and confidence in these individuals and likely would trust his lives with them- even if he would never feel the need to rely on another person so heavily.
Hardheaded and stubborn, Weller doesn't often change his mind once he's made it up. A first impression goes a long way with him and if you mess up the introduction, it's very rare you'll make up for it. It's his way or the highway and he makes it painfully clear if you're not for his ideas or coming up with any of your own that sound reasonable then you're on your own. He doesn't willingly admit when he's wrong and doesn't make it a habit to apologize when he's rude. Chances are he thinks whatever happened was their fault, anyway.
Even when Weller isn't in charge of a particular group or situation, he usually acts as if he is anyway. He gives out orders and commands like they're going out of style and without a hint of humor. When he tells someone to do something he really does expect them to get it done and there will likely be consequences if it isn't. Even people who might know more about what's going on aren't immune from Weller's commanding and demanding nature, which either leaves them amused or annoyed with him. Weller couldn't care less, as long as they end up doing what he wants.
While his speech is largely matter-of-fact and he tends to roll his eyes at other people's immature antics, he isn't beyond making jokes- even if they're not all that funny. He can be sarcastic to a point and does seem to enjoy ribbing people he considers his friends. For all the shit he gives them he does appear more at-ease and relaxed around people he genuinely likes, and Weller almost appears to be an amiable guy. Almost. The wrong words or the wrong people come into the situation and suddenly Weller's back to being a frosty hard-ass with clipped words and fierce scowls.
abilities:Time in the military has kept Weller physically fit and active, even if he has been slacking a bit since his transfer to the Ishimura a scant 6 months ago. Still, he has amazing aim with a firearm and the know-how to use them- provided they're still available in his time-line [so he might not get the hang of some more archaic guns right away.] He's good at assessing situations and keeping a level head, ready and willing to do what needs to be done. Otherwise, he is an unremarkable human with no supernatural or superhuman abilities.
any plans for your character here? Not much beyond seeing how Weller reacts to a situation somehow stranger than the one back home!
possessions:
- ONE [1] standard issue P-SEC PISTOL (DIVET)
- ONE [1] PCSI-SEC issue RIG unit
- ONE [1] standard PCSI-SEC uniform
samples.
sample journal entry: [and this here is a voice post. someone sounds Extremely Unimpressed] What on Earth is this archaic little thing? I can't believe it actually had me type... [he trails off, likely to inspect the device further, before he grunts in annoyance]
Either way... [he clears his throat, onwards to no-nonsense tone] This is Sergeant Gabe Weller from the USG Ishimura. Despite my... baffling surroundings, anyone else who has found themselves stranded here from either the Ishimura or Aegis VII should report in immediately for a head count.
And that goes double for you, McNeill.
third-person sample: Weller grit his teeth and ignored the wave of nausea that passed through him as he stumbled to his feet, pistol at the ready despite his shaking hands.
Lexine would need his help, even if the blood that flowed from his side showed no sign of stopping, and he would have to keep an eye on her if he wanted out of this. Largely useless from the start, he'd been surprised at her tenacity and was suitably impressed she'd managed to make it this far despite his early predictions of her quick death in the Megavents. She had shot him full of enough painkillers to get him back on his feet and for that he was grateful- grateful enough to provide her cover and stand side-by-side with her as they waited for McNeill to arrive.
The scream of the oncoming wave of necromorphs did little to settle his stomach, but Weller pushed it down viciously. He could ignore the lingering pain, ignore how his body begged for rest if only for a little while longer. "Get ready, Lex!" He barked out to her, more out of his eagerness to get this over than any real anger towards the girl. She seemed to understand well enough and nodded her head- the fear in her eyes as clear as day but it was the determination there that almost made him chuckle.
People could certainly pull it together when they had to, he mused to himself. Not everyone of course- not that backstabbing traitor Eckhardt and not his poor damned rookie but Lexine, for looking like a lapdog, had all the tenacity of a pit bull when she wanted to. It was a small wonder McNeill seemed to get along with her.
The first clawed limb broke through the vent near the shuttle and Weller shot it off before the creature could even scrape into the open. Naturally it didn't stop the damn thing from pulling itself back into view with its other clawed arm but at least it wouldn't be coming at full-speed.
A hopeless, winless situation that Weller was almost certain they'd die from. McNeill was nowhere in sight and lost on comms while he and Lexine both had no idea how to fly the damn shuttle not 20 feet away from them.
But still they pressed on, and still Weller refused to admit defeat. They would find a way to pull through this damn thing even if Weller had to start ripping the limbs off these deranged creatures himself. No voices in his head and no writings on the wall would persuade him otherwise- he wouldn't entertain ideas of a glorified death. There was no glory to be found in death, not when the dead came back looking like that.
"Just hang on. McNeill will be here any minute- and we'll finally be off this fucking ship." Weller wasn't good at reassuring, never wanted to make a career of it, but the words weren't just for Lexine's benefit at this point as much as he wanted to ignore the anxiety that settled in his stomach.
Hurry up, McNeill he thought while he shot another limb free from another mangled body. We're not going to be able to do this forever.