Exit Void Apllication
player.
NAME/HANDLE: Jess
PERSONAL JOURNAL: truthoforange
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: yes
CONTACT:
[E-mail] truthoforange@gmail.com
[AIM] idealistictruth
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
character.
CHARACTER NAME: Alec Hardison
SERIES: Leverage
CANON POINT: Mid Season 3, Episode 13
AGE: 24
APPEARANCE:
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: n/a
PERSONALITY:
Hardison is a geek to his core. Positive and a bit immature, he takes pride in what he does and he does it well. He embraces his geekiness and incorporates a lot of his interests into his work, even giving cover identities he creates names of characters or actors from sci-fi or comics. Hardison takes a lot of pride in his work and is often underestimated by his teammates on the Leverage crew. Most of the time they seem to have little idea exactly how much work he puts into helping out behind the scenes, from the creation of cover identities and background research to surveillance and real time hacking during a con. He is not above calling the other members out on this, often claiming the team has no respect for what he does.
In spite of all of this, Hardison's overconfidence in his abilities remains constant throughout his time on the Leverage team. His grand claims of his abilities, real or imagined, have caused problems on several of the cons they run, even leading him to be kidnapped by a team of Russians under his persona of Ice Man. The immaturity and overconfidence he displays have led the other members of the Leverage team to question or criticize Hardison's dedication or ability to handle things at times, but in the end, he always comes through. He is loyal and considers the Leverage team to be like a family. He brings a lighter tone to some of the darker moments of life by cracking jokes or sarcastic wit. However, he is just as likely to gripe and groan about the little nuisances in the face of a bigger danger. He is not above falling back on accusing people of being racist when a problem arises, either.
Hardison's social skills come in handy for him on many occasions. He is a skilled conversationalist and very good at infiltrating social situations. Because of his friendly nature and skill for striking up conversations, he has an easy time earning the trust of strangers or talking his way out of a dangerous situation. He is a good improviser as well, creating and falling into false identities on the spot, even adapting the personality quirks and accents of certain stereotypes with ease. Although he can be immature and full of himself, Hardison is a pretty decent, fun-loving guy who is loyal to his friends and will do what needs to be done to help them out. He'll still gripe and groan about it along the way, and crack stupid, geeky jokes, but in the end, he'll pull through where he's needed.
ABILITIES:
Hacker
Recon information gatherer
CIA level cover stories
Video and Image Manipulation as well as video editing
Painter and Artist
Decent Chemistry skills
Well spoken, capable of talking his way out of situations as well as a number of believable accents.
Uniform creation skills
Excellent social skills
Some technical engineering (made an EMP hand-held canon as well as the bone conducting earbuds the team uses)
Violinist
Internet and Computer fraud, research and extremely Tech Savvy
Believes himself capable of also being the thief and the grifter roles (He really isn't)
POSSESSIONS:
Fingerless Gloves
Kevlar Vest
Police Radio
Police Baton
Boston PD Badge
Boston PD Uniform
Plain Navy Baseball Cap
Baseball Bat
Taser
Handcuffs (2 pairs)
Standard Issue Glock 22 .40 S&W 15 Round semi-automatic
Flash Bombs (3)
.40 S&W Clips (2)
Field First Aid Kit
Utility knife
Touch screen Smart Phone with tracking enabled
Back Pack with Laptop, Assorted False IDs, Earbuds, Headphones, Bluetooth Ear piece, Gummy Frogs, mini UV flashlight, flashlight, 2 bottles of orange soda, can of pepper spray and a decryption keycard with control box
samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE:
No, man.
That is Not. Cool.
15 minutes to make cover stories for everyone?
You know. None of you have any respect for what I do. There is no blueprint fairy and do you think all this background information I create for you guys just falls out of the magical nets of the mystical interweb? I'm not the Doctor, man. I can't hop into my little time machine and just reinvent all of you at the snap of your fingers.
No. I do not need this pressure.
Next time you want a cool back-story I'll make you Billy Keikeya from BSG.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
The confines of a van interior might seem an uncomfortable workspace to the average person, but Hardison was anything but average. Besides, Lucile was his baby. She was decked out with fancy tech and monitoring systems, wireless extenders, signal enhancers and signal inhibitors, and most importantly. a stow away mini fridge stocked up with orange soda. Currently, the all powerful blood elf mage of g33kdom was doing some simple reconnaisance. Translation: Long, boring hours, sitting in Lucille, watching the mounted cameras as well as the hacked video feeds of the company parking lot for a whole lot of nothing happening. He was pretty sure Nate was just trying to teach him a lesson about maturity and patience and some other etcetera etcetera he forgot to remember. Nothing was going to happen. It was midnight and the chances of anyone or anything happening in this parking lot in the next 5 hours were about the same as the TARDIS showing up in the next parking space.
Night shift was settled in, morning shift clocked in at 5:30 am. Absolutely nothing of interest anywhere in between. Cracking open another orange soda with a hiss of carbonation, Hardison turned back to the screens in front of him. Three rectangular video feeds rotated between all the hacked and placed feeds covering the lot as Hardison popped one of the gummy frogs spilled across his keyboard into his mouth. His green lantern figurine precariously balanced nearby. The fourth rectangle flipped onto the multi-colored world of WoW. He grinned as he slipped the headset on, logging into his badass account on the borrowed network login of one office employe Samuel Carter.
"Oops. Sorry Sammy. Maybe you shouldn't have used your birthday for a password." Chuckling to himself he opened up a new raid and cracked his knuckles, ready to get into the game. Glancing around as if someone might catch him, he pocketed his ear piece. Everyone was probably asleep, but the last thing he needed was Nate to overhear him talking World of Warcraft to his quest team when he was supposed to be 'learning responsibilities'.
"What is up, my homies. Ready to get our raid on?" He settled into the stereotypical slang, an amused grin on his face as he signed in under the nickname 'IceMan'. "Let's see what this new expansion can do." Oh, it was on. Game face time, baby. Thirty minutes later, he had lost all focus on anything but the intense battle against the new mob. This quest was off the chain. It was only by luck that movement on one of the screens caught his eye after a moment. A couple of skimasks hopping out of a dark van at the south side of the lot.
"Uh, Nate? Eliot? I thnik we might have a problem here." Shit. Earphone. Tugging his headphones off he looked back up just in time to see the worm that had just been released into his system.Fumbling to get the earpiece in he jumped on getting rid of it as fast as he could.
"No, no no no no! You are not doing that! " Instantly his hands were flying across the keys, running defensive malware, spyware, anything to slow it down, and jumping straight into the code to out maneuver that worm before it could dig it's way into the system core.
"Parker? Nate? Sophie? Eliot! Anybody? We've got company. Sure. Send Hardison alone. Just recon, they said. Let the black man go sit in the dark, empty lot all night. Someone get on the damn network already and answer the geek!"
NAME/HANDLE: Jess
PERSONAL JOURNAL: truthoforange
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: yes
CONTACT:
[E-mail] truthoforange@gmail.com
[AIM] idealistictruth
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
character.
CHARACTER NAME: Alec Hardison
SERIES: Leverage
CANON POINT: Mid Season 3, Episode 13
AGE: 24
APPEARANCE:
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: n/a
PERSONALITY:
Hardison is a geek to his core. Positive and a bit immature, he takes pride in what he does and he does it well. He embraces his geekiness and incorporates a lot of his interests into his work, even giving cover identities he creates names of characters or actors from sci-fi or comics. Hardison takes a lot of pride in his work and is often underestimated by his teammates on the Leverage crew. Most of the time they seem to have little idea exactly how much work he puts into helping out behind the scenes, from the creation of cover identities and background research to surveillance and real time hacking during a con. He is not above calling the other members out on this, often claiming the team has no respect for what he does.
In spite of all of this, Hardison's overconfidence in his abilities remains constant throughout his time on the Leverage team. His grand claims of his abilities, real or imagined, have caused problems on several of the cons they run, even leading him to be kidnapped by a team of Russians under his persona of Ice Man. The immaturity and overconfidence he displays have led the other members of the Leverage team to question or criticize Hardison's dedication or ability to handle things at times, but in the end, he always comes through. He is loyal and considers the Leverage team to be like a family. He brings a lighter tone to some of the darker moments of life by cracking jokes or sarcastic wit. However, he is just as likely to gripe and groan about the little nuisances in the face of a bigger danger. He is not above falling back on accusing people of being racist when a problem arises, either.
Hardison's social skills come in handy for him on many occasions. He is a skilled conversationalist and very good at infiltrating social situations. Because of his friendly nature and skill for striking up conversations, he has an easy time earning the trust of strangers or talking his way out of a dangerous situation. He is a good improviser as well, creating and falling into false identities on the spot, even adapting the personality quirks and accents of certain stereotypes with ease. Although he can be immature and full of himself, Hardison is a pretty decent, fun-loving guy who is loyal to his friends and will do what needs to be done to help them out. He'll still gripe and groan about it along the way, and crack stupid, geeky jokes, but in the end, he'll pull through where he's needed.
ABILITIES:
Hacker
Recon information gatherer
CIA level cover stories
Video and Image Manipulation as well as video editing
Painter and Artist
Decent Chemistry skills
Well spoken, capable of talking his way out of situations as well as a number of believable accents.
Uniform creation skills
Excellent social skills
Some technical engineering (made an EMP hand-held canon as well as the bone conducting earbuds the team uses)
Violinist
Internet and Computer fraud, research and extremely Tech Savvy
Believes himself capable of also being the thief and the grifter roles (He really isn't)
POSSESSIONS:
Fingerless Gloves
Kevlar Vest
Police Radio
Police Baton
Boston PD Badge
Boston PD Uniform
Plain Navy Baseball Cap
Baseball Bat
Taser
Handcuffs (2 pairs)
Standard Issue Glock 22 .40 S&W 15 Round semi-automatic
Flash Bombs (3)
.40 S&W Clips (2)
Field First Aid Kit
Utility knife
Touch screen Smart Phone with tracking enabled
Back Pack with Laptop, Assorted False IDs, Earbuds, Headphones, Bluetooth Ear piece, Gummy Frogs, mini UV flashlight, flashlight, 2 bottles of orange soda, can of pepper spray and a decryption keycard with control box
samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE:
No, man.
That is Not. Cool.
15 minutes to make cover stories for everyone?
You know. None of you have any respect for what I do. There is no blueprint fairy and do you think all this background information I create for you guys just falls out of the magical nets of the mystical interweb? I'm not the Doctor, man. I can't hop into my little time machine and just reinvent all of you at the snap of your fingers.
No. I do not need this pressure.
Next time you want a cool back-story I'll make you Billy Keikeya from BSG.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
The confines of a van interior might seem an uncomfortable workspace to the average person, but Hardison was anything but average. Besides, Lucile was his baby. She was decked out with fancy tech and monitoring systems, wireless extenders, signal enhancers and signal inhibitors, and most importantly. a stow away mini fridge stocked up with orange soda. Currently, the all powerful blood elf mage of g33kdom was doing some simple reconnaisance. Translation: Long, boring hours, sitting in Lucille, watching the mounted cameras as well as the hacked video feeds of the company parking lot for a whole lot of nothing happening. He was pretty sure Nate was just trying to teach him a lesson about maturity and patience and some other etcetera etcetera he forgot to remember. Nothing was going to happen. It was midnight and the chances of anyone or anything happening in this parking lot in the next 5 hours were about the same as the TARDIS showing up in the next parking space.
Night shift was settled in, morning shift clocked in at 5:30 am. Absolutely nothing of interest anywhere in between. Cracking open another orange soda with a hiss of carbonation, Hardison turned back to the screens in front of him. Three rectangular video feeds rotated between all the hacked and placed feeds covering the lot as Hardison popped one of the gummy frogs spilled across his keyboard into his mouth. His green lantern figurine precariously balanced nearby. The fourth rectangle flipped onto the multi-colored world of WoW. He grinned as he slipped the headset on, logging into his badass account on the borrowed network login of one office employe Samuel Carter.
"Oops. Sorry Sammy. Maybe you shouldn't have used your birthday for a password." Chuckling to himself he opened up a new raid and cracked his knuckles, ready to get into the game. Glancing around as if someone might catch him, he pocketed his ear piece. Everyone was probably asleep, but the last thing he needed was Nate to overhear him talking World of Warcraft to his quest team when he was supposed to be 'learning responsibilities'.
"What is up, my homies. Ready to get our raid on?" He settled into the stereotypical slang, an amused grin on his face as he signed in under the nickname 'IceMan'. "Let's see what this new expansion can do." Oh, it was on. Game face time, baby. Thirty minutes later, he had lost all focus on anything but the intense battle against the new mob. This quest was off the chain. It was only by luck that movement on one of the screens caught his eye after a moment. A couple of skimasks hopping out of a dark van at the south side of the lot.
"Uh, Nate? Eliot? I thnik we might have a problem here." Shit. Earphone. Tugging his headphones off he looked back up just in time to see the worm that had just been released into his system.Fumbling to get the earpiece in he jumped on getting rid of it as fast as he could.
"No, no no no no! You are not doing that! " Instantly his hands were flying across the keys, running defensive malware, spyware, anything to slow it down, and jumping straight into the code to out maneuver that worm before it could dig it's way into the system core.
"Parker? Nate? Sophie? Eliot! Anybody? We've got company. Sure. Send Hardison alone. Just recon, they said. Let the black man go sit in the dark, empty lot all night. Someone get on the damn network already and answer the geek!"