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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.

So begins...

Aleric Stockard's Story

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Aleric Stockard shook his head. "Fuck you Crestelle. It isn't my fault you're fucking retarded. I least I bandaged your fucking feet and let you sleep in my fucking bed while you fucking bleed on every fucking thing in my god damned room WHICH I NO LONGER HAVE because I had to save you from the asshole creep that was in your room, SO YOU'RE WELCOME. Oh, and why was that window broken at all? Oh yeah, because those people YOU'RE TOO FUCKING PATHETIC TO FIGHT ON YOUR OWN broke in. So what did I do? I SAVED YOUR FUCKING LIFE MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT ON ONE FUCKING HAND! And this is my fucking reward? FUCK YOU!"

Elizabeth sighed and hugged Crestelle back. "Sh sh Crestelle... He'll go away soon enough, okay?"

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Aleric Stockard rolled his eyes. "I don't give a fuck what they were. You just count that you're damned lucky your new girlriend isn't half the useless bitch you are. I TOLD YOU THAT STAYING WITH ME WAS DANGEROUS, but you didn't anyway, so fuck you on that fact too. It's a moot point!" He clenched his fists, but he wasn't going to hit her. He wouldn't get that angry...

"Sh sh Crestelle... c'mere..." Elizabeth closed her eyes and set the side of her head against the top of hers. "Aleric, I think ye've done enough yellin' for one even'n. Take'r advice'n'fuck off, would'ye lad? Thank you."

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Aleric Stockard looked at Elizabeth and he softened. "I..." he sighed again, this time in resignation rather than frustration. "It's not my fault you didn't listen to me," he said in a voice meant for just them to hear. He stuck his hands in his pockets and uncoiled his fists.

"Sh sh honey... it's okay.." She held Crestelle and rocked side to side slowly. "No one's gonna hurt you while I'm around."

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Aleric Stockard looked from Elizabeth to Crestelle. "Isabel..."
"Aleric, ye can't yell at a women and open with yer Isabel shit. Apologize'r get the fuck out, would'ye?"
Aleric was taken off guard but Elizabeth's sudden hostility. He took a step back and put his hands up innocently.

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Aleric Stockard saw himself out. Whatever.

"It's okay, Crestelle. He left, so we can hang out. Aleric's just a sour pus."

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Aleric Stockard aimed the Sa58 at Mystic, frowning under his fiber helmet. He took several steps towards the dart-holding asshole, threatening his semi-adopted-daughter-thing-awkward-relationship-details-go-here. "Put down the weapon. I swear to whatever God you worship I'll fucking kill you if you if you don't."

William looked down at Jewel. "Just stay behind cover, Jewel. No reason for you to get shot."