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Aleric Stockard

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nevermore90

Description

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Aleric Stockard
Eye Color: Grey-brown
Hair color: Brown
Height: 6'2
Weight: 185ibs
Accent: Aleric isn't affected by any "Accent," although his vernacular isn't American standard; when he talks to girls, he normally uses "Lass" instead of their name.

Aleric is the picture of perfect physical health in a high-technology setting. He's mostly lean muscle (the kind developed with running and gymnastics, not weight lifting), square-jaw, attractive build-though not through natural design gene treatments, injections, and all other manner of non-surgery went into making Aleric the best looking he could possibly be. He's as strong as a man should be in his prime and just as athletic.

Personality

ImageAleric likes to think of himself as being someone who likes to be secluded, quiet, alone, left alone, not bothered, and unencumbered by the company of others, but just about the opposite is true; he unconsciously yearns for the attention and companionship of other, like-minded individuals. He's a natural caretaker, husbandmen, and confidant. He also enjoys fights and killing a lot more than he would ever admit. Aleric is also a big pessimist.

Philosophy: If the first shot doesn't kill me, you better pray to whatever God you worship the next one does.

Aleric currently lives on the second floor of Gambit's hotel-section.

Equipment

Image7.62STANAG assault rifle

History

Aleric grew up the bastard child of one of the Multiverse's worst misbegotten relationships. Neither of his parents really gave a damn one way or the other as to what he did with himself during the day or whether he made it home at night. The SnC (The parenting nation he grew up in) didn't really give a damn, either, until he was 17, and showed academic potential far surpassing what would be expected from such an unfortunate childhood. He wasn't an attention-getter, didn't like attention, didn't want it-but it found him and thrust itself upon him in a very unexpected way.
One afternoon, shortly after lunch, Aleric was called down to Head-Dean Warrick's office. Never haven gotten into trouble before save a minor scuffle in the ninth grade, this naturally scared the piss out of him. When he arrived, the dean was accompanied by one Sargent Lockerlaker, who offered him a contract for military service. The SnC had encroached on colonies of a bug-like race that was kicking their ass back to SnC's home planet, and they needed a guinea pig for the E.L.F. program (E.D.E.N. project of Longevity and Fertility), which was essentially the second-largest publicity stunt since the SPARTAN2 program went public in UNSC-controlled space.
Aleric (as far as he knows) was the first and only test subject. Everything went so well, he was put on the battlefield and was portrayed as almost single-handedly saving humanity from the bug-monster-aliens. (That wasn't the whole truth, of course, but it was close) Aleric returned to SnC-controlled space for R&R and 6 months of fame in which every man, woman, and child wanted pictures, autographs, or sex. It was great, though he was world-weary and wanted nothing more than sleep after the years he spent on ass-backwards planets eating sawdust and fighting for his life.
Well, it was great until those six months ended, and Aleric was framed for rape, murder, assassination, treason, tyranny, and a slew of other crimes. He was incarcerated in the MAG6, the SnC's worst prison on a bone dry-desert planet and the edge of their colonies. He escaped of course, being the genetically-altered freak-of-science that fought off SnC's impending doom only a year ago. He collected a stripped down version of his old armored suit, a stylish jacket to wear over it, a few guns, and plenty of ammo. Getting off planet was easy, though getting out of SnC space wasn't.

Now Aleric is in Wing City, working security in Gambit's by day and fathering a 13 year old science-freak like himself by night.


Aleric Stockard pushed the bar's entrance door in, guessing that only suicidal SnC soldiers would start a fight in a place who's very mention sent shivers down many one's spine. It had its happy moments, sure, but it was all too well known for attempts at mass murder, zombie attacks, god-on-god war (or... worse), terrible plagues, and bad service. With its... interesting assortment of orderable items, it also served the purpose of helping Aleric obtain some cheap painkillers-addictions are hard to kick.
With a little sigh, Aleric pulled his second-head from off his face and folded the material into a jacket pocket. It looked like flimsy cloth when it was off, but the mesh was bullet-proof-and warm. No longer in the rain (which his jacket protected him from regardless), he could afford to shed a bit of his extra skin. Barrel-down and strapped across his back, an assault rifle bounced gently against his ass as his strolled in, found himself an empty seat, and ordered a likely stupid combination of medication and alcohol.
A small serving robot, as NPCs were cheaper and easier to write for when they lacked any reason to have a personality, shuffled around the endless storage room for "Trimium Patch-ups" and a small bottle of vodka. Rather than physically bring it to him, however, the items (as if by magic but more likely through high technology), disappeared and reappeared on his table. The price-worth of money, at he same time, similarly left his wallet. Life was simple, the vodka burned, and the painkillers but his nerves at ease.

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Aleric Stockard shrugged. "If you care to share it, I'm sure it's worth listening to."

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "Sounds fun. The covenant use dirty nukes, right?"

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "So it was something clean, then?"

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Aleric Stockard thought about it. "Minimal radiation and fallout. Safe for small, tactical deployment before troop movement."

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Aleric Stockard shrugged. "More or less. Yeah. Nasty business." He took another swig. "So I'm hoping you caught him..."

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Aleric Stockard looked at her. "Well, that's good..."

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Aleric Stockard decided to avoid the potential for (again) the girl leaving before her food was eaten. Preemptively, Aleric purchased two meals, one for himself and one for Eleesa if she wished to make herself known. He sat silently in a corner of the bar nursing a bottle of whiskey (as his wallet was running too dry for the vodka he preferred), waiting.

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Aleric Stockard looked down at her from over the bottom of his drink. As his mouth was occupied, he offered a hand in greeting, them motioned to seat across from him. "Please," he asked with as swallow of weak alcohol, "Do actually eat this time. Thank you."

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Aleric Stockard ignored her for several minutes, giving her time to eat. He finished his drink off and it was taken by a passing waitress, then he started on the second half of his dinner.
After what probably seemed like an awkward, boring time for a child, Aleric did speak. "How are you today, Ms. Eleesa?"

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Aleric Stockard leaned forward in his seat. The child scared the hell out of him constantly; every little shy gesture she took made him either feel terrible for scaring her or like he should be killing someone else who was. "It's okay, Eleesa. I won't let anyone hurt you, alright?"

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Aleric Stockard sighed. "Thank you. Do you have somewhere to live, Eleesa?"

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Aleric Stockard looked at the stairs that led into the upstairs apartments. He sighed and looked over his shoulder at the bar's entrance, then back at her. He realized his knife was flicking between the fingers on his left hand. It was a compulsive habit of his, when he thought, to pull out a pencil or pen and flick it around, even before military service. Now all he had was the knife that could poke through the back of Eleesa's head without striking the hilt. "Sorry..." he put it back slowly.

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Aleric Stockard shook his head. "Nothing. Nevermind. Are you still hungry? Thirsty?"

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Aleric Stockard summoned up the menu and looked away from her. Her eyes could bleed his wallet dry if he let them. "Okay..." Small coke, some more fries. He hit "Enter" and looked around the bar. me dinner for once>

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Aleric Stockard sighed and looked down at her again. "I don't have a lot of money, Eleesa, so unless I get a job soon, I can't buy you dinner tomorrow." He looked back at the table, feeling decidedly pathetic.

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Aleric Stockard shook his head. "I have three ideas and I'd say no to all of them, but go ahead and say it anyway."

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Aleric Stockard rolled one hand forward, bading her to explain. "Spit it out, lass."

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Aleric Stockard cocked one brow. "The fuck do you mean your body?"

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Aleric Stockard stood up, side-stepped the table, and pulled her hood off. "Eleesa, what the hell do you mean!?"

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Aleric Stockard grabbed her shirt and forced her back into her seat as hard as he could. He craned his head down to be at eye-level. "Don't you fucking ever let anyone touch you again, Eleesa. I'll break their fucking legs, and I won't buy you dinner anymore. Don't let anyone touch you. Okay!?" He wouldn't let go of her until she swore she wouldn't.

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Aleric Stockard spoke in a quieter but no less harsh voice. "Eleesa, promise me you won't let anyone touch you. Ever. No sex, no kissing, no grabbing. Nothing. And you tell them that Aleric Stockard will fucking murder them otherwise. Swear it."

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Aleric Stockard sighed and closed his eyes. He put his forehead into her shoulder and let go of her shirt, putting her in a half-hug for a few seconds before letting go and stepping away from her. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Eleesa... but you don't have to do anything. I'll take care of you, okay?"

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "Yeah, she's back there... I'm sorry for scaring you Eleesa. You can come see my friend if you want to. She's nice." With a sigh, he turned away from Eleesa and slowly made his way over to Anna. He slid into the seat next to her and crossed his arms on the countertop. "Hey."

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Aleric Stockard shook his head. "N-no no, it's fine." His voice was a bit raspy. He ordered something to drink. "I'm sorry you had to see it..." Aleric didn't feel proud, threatening a child, but someone had to. It was then that he noticed Eleesa had followed. "You need help onto a seat?"

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Aleric Stockard put a (hopefully) comforting arm around Eleesa's shoulders and gave her a small squeeze. When his drink arrived (a glass of water, which was one of the few free things on Gambit's menu), he finished about half in a swallow.