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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 shrugged again. He sat back and summoned up the little menu nonchalantly. "Eh... bit bored. Maybe a bit of company?" He looked back up at her indifferently.

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Aleric Stockard didn't think that one, she'd actually agree, or two that if she did, she'd come over to his table. He sat up again and blinked the menu off. "Well, hello Spartan. Mind if I don't salute; I don't think I fall anywhere in your chain of command." He looked at her MJOLNIR armor. It wasn't the same exact shape he had experience with, but the green and imposing style was as striking to him as the original schemes. There was a bit of envy in his eyes; his own body-armor was nonelectronic, offered no kinetic-reflecting shields, and offered no motion sensors. It was protective, but no where near as godlike.

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Aleric Stockard shrugged. "Because you don't look like a girl. I mean, you have breasts and everything, but you don't look like a normal girl." he shrugged. "I've been told it's an aftereffect to bioengineering and all that... stuff. Eh, how old are you?"

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "You haven't been a SPARTAN long then, have you?"

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Aleric Stockard brought up the little menu again. "Can I offer you a drink then, ma'am? I'd find it inhumane not to offer a... eh..." he tried to think of a less curt way of putting it. "..hmm... badass a meal."

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Aleric Stockard shifted through layers of the menu. "What would you like, ma'am?"

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Aleric Stockard normally would have gone for something cheap (as his money was running out faster than he'd like, between her, a child, and the girl who may or may not still be in his bed upstairs), but he looked back at her and sighed. "How's a cheeseburger?"

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Aleric Stockard ordered them both a cheeseburger, medium rare, fries, a beer for her, and himself some soda. "What brings you into Gambit's?"

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Aleric Stockard yawned. He didn't mean to be impolite, but he was tired. "I'll pretend I know where that is..."

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Aleric Stockard smiled. "Well, that's certainly... descriptive." He pulled his assault rifle off the table and set it in the seat next to him. "Can't say I've ever been out that way."

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Aleric Stockard shook his head quickly. "No, no, I do ma'am." he tried to sound sincere. "I've just never been there, and honestly hope to never end up between a SPARTAN and his or her objective anytime soon."

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Aleric Stockard chuckled when he thought about being hospitalized. "Some ODST soldiers tried to detain me one time. I didn't know what the fuck the UNSC was, but apparently I had entered their airspace and made an unauthorized landing. One of them went to pin me, so I broke his arm... By the way, the ODST is fucking tough as nails. Spartan-273 kicked me after that, when she was called down. Broke three ribs on my left side and dislocated my shoulder when I hit a wall. Only time I ever broke a bone."

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "I don't know why she told the ODST to stand down. The one with the broken arm... they've got a temper too, you know? Pulled his sidearm. Might have been enough to crack my chestplate, maybe not. Either way, she told him to stop, threw me over her shoulder... and I blacked out after that. Woke up in a hospital a few hours later, was questioned, and sent on my way." He shrugged. "I almost got her phone number, I think, but she scared the piss out of me every time I saw her."

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Aleric Stockard thought about it. "That was a long time ago, I think back with the twelve-millimeter pistols. The ones with the really ugly front-sight bulge? And I've seen UNSC soldiers with smaller, ten's and forty-five's. Either way, I probably owe her my life." Their food arrived. He thanked the waitress before she scurried off. He pushed her food and drink to her end of the table and pulled his to his own. "You aren't secretly here to kill me because the UNSC thinks I know too much, are you?"

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "As true as that is, I'd like to think I'd be able to put up some kind of fight..." He patted the rifle. "If your MA5B is can threaten our shields, I think my rifle could just as well, with a better fire rate, bigger magazine size, I think the same caliber, and armor-piercing rounds. But..." he shrugged and picked up his food.

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Aleric Stockard shrugged again. "That isn't the point. The point is, your shield isn't impenetrable." He took a bite and swallowed without tasting it. "How's your food?"

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Aleric Stockard sighed. "Sorry... I don't mean to start a pissing match..."

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Aleric Stockard looked at the table. "Is the burger good?"

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Aleric Stockard looked up at her. Monosyllabic responses usually weren't good. "Um.." he swallowed. "I'm Aleric, by the way."

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "I'm not familiar with the UNSC command structure, so I'm going to assume that's an important role."

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Aleric Stockard nodded again. "So yes, it is an important role. In the SnC, we ran on multiples of twenty for everything that wasn't armor, which was on series of twenty-five." He sighed. "It wasn't as efficient as a ten-man system, but it worked."

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Aleric Stockard looked at her with a cocked brow. "Uh.. fighting? Duh...?"

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Aleric Stockard smiled. "Oh, as in twenty units are a company, twenty companies are a division, twenty divisions is an army."

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Aleric Stockard nodded. "So... thirty soldiers to a company, or...? I'm not familiar with your style." It seemed a bit low, but it was his best guess.

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Aleric Stockard took another bite of his burger. "Alright, so you work with eight-man teams?"