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Bright

'Want to one-up someone? I've got the perfect dirty trick to hide up your sleeve. Or in your arm, leg, foot, chest...'

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a character in “You've Been Selected”, as played by Vinn

Description

♆ Cohen Bright ♆

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♆ Basics ♆

Name: Cohen Abner Bright
Occupation: Doctor Bright, bionics engineer.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Still figuring things out. May or may not have a hard on for the big uglies on the outside.



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♆ Delving Deeper ♆

Personality: Bright is a very expressive person, unconcerned with how his emotions show on the outside. And like his speech, he tends to change rapidly from one face to another. He thinks both aurally and visually, talking to himself or anyone who would listen, as well as charting out his thoughts on paper. It makes him a bit of a rambling man which can tire out a lot of people. Rather than have great strong opinions about a subject, Bright is more likely to argue for both sides even if the debate had already come to conclusion. In the case of 'good' or 'bad', that is neither here nor there. However, in making decisions he will play aggressive. Because of his past transgressions, he has become much more alert, if slightly paranoid.

History: Bright came from a pretty stable family of his two parents and himself, living on the low side of middle class. He grew up rather alone, on the outside in school and not really a part of his own family.

Everything came down to his self drive, and it's also what landed him in prison for a time. Bright wanted to go out with the Voyagers, see the creatures on the outside, study the unknown. To do that, he would have to prove to be the best.

Being resourceful, Bright managed to steal incredibly important materials and blueprints for bionics and hid them throughout with varying instructions to contacts both unwillingly or unknowingly forced to follow through his plans. His last snatch got him thrown in jail. Incarcerated, right alongside Darius 'Darwin' Holtford, the most brilliant inventor of black market bionics known to man. Even in jail, if Darwin were to acknowledge Bright, there would be no way for his reputation to go any higher.

All of Bright's materials arrived in his cell as per the plan. With Darwin's supervision, Bright outfitted the deadliest, most vicious criminals with volatile augmentations exceeding industry standards by a mile. They broke out and Bright continued work with Darwin, until finally the government caved to his conditions; complete immunity for himself, as well as a position working with military expeditions into the wild. And for his help, half of Darwin's sentence chopped off to at least give him some enjoyment when he got to old age. Bright threw the off switch on the augmented convicts, putting them into catatonic state, but with the reminder that both he and others knew ways to turn them on again.

At the age of 21, Bright had successfully blackmailed his way into his dream job, with the best pay available as a bonus.

Likes:
    † Talking
    † Anything to do with creature physiology
    † Alcohol. Maybe too much.
    † Creating better tech
    † Documenting everything
    † Being surrounded by tech
    † Tv Shows
    † Movies
    † Gaming

Dislikes:
    ‑ Getting hurt. It... hurts.
    ‑ Complete silence
    ‑ Being called by first name
    ‑ Grease
    ‑ Arguments over trivialities
    ‑ Ex-wife
    ‑ Physical labour
    ‑ His strange accent
    ‑ Being alone in wide open spaces

Secrets:
  • Technically, Bright has been married once to an essential pawn that was part of his previous plans. His wife wanted to continue the relationship afterwards, but she was someone Bright just could not stand.
  • Cohen was his grandfather's name, who had the plug pulled prematurely to rake in the inheritance money.
  • His plan to debut his skills to the world was almost entirely funded by charity money which he swindled from over fifty major organizations and resulting in the deaths of nearly a hundred because of loss of financial aid.


Fears: Not being able to keep up with the advancement of biotech. Bright must always stay at the top of his game and be the very best at enhancing technology for the Moors or he will lose his job and his contract would be forfeit. Without the terms of his contract to protect him, Bright would be eliminated.



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♆ Relationships ♆

Crush: TBD
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: TBD
Other Affiliates: TBD
  • Darius 'Darwin' Holtford - A tall, slender 36 year old man, African American, glasses and clean shaven. Darwin still resides in prison, but can be contacted securely through means that Bright has devised. He has become a close friend and consultant.
  • Vulkn - Bright's never done anything personal to the guy. In fact, he quite likes to have their little chats and buddy up to the moody moor. But it seems that Vulkn can never forgive him for his past actions.
  • Frost - They're not close, but it's not hostile. Discussions are quite enjoyable.
  • 'Jinx' - An online friend, Jinx is a proficient hacker. He chats with her as 'N0lt5', and they often share information. And jokes.
  • Jessica Boone - Bright once had a hand in the acquisition and conversion of her young sister for the Moorden school, and so has gained her hatred.


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♆ The Outside ♆

Height: 5'5
Build: How is he built? Not very well. Little muscle definition, soft, unassuming.
Looks: Bright is a boy-ish and generally cheerful looking guy. His crop of dark brown hair is constantly being smoothed back and then flopping forward, as well as changing which side it is parted on nearly every day. He dresses in plain clothes, mostly crinkled button up shirts and black jeans, and one of about twenty lab coats that reside in his closet, all the same pristine white. For looking at anything small and up-close, Bright dons a pair of rectangular wire frame reading glasses.
Distinguishing Features: Bright is almost always followed by hovering displays projected by external mechanisms that function similar to technological augmentations of the Moors'. The bright blue-white lights usually present charts and graphs relative to any one of a number of current projects.



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♆ Other ♆

Other: Bright keeps extensive video logs and journals in which he records nearly everything. Oftentimes, he will have several cameras on, documenting whatever he is currently observing instead of recounting everything at the end of the day.
Bright will also always have a bit of alcohol on hand. It doesn't take much at all to get a good buzz going, so there is little fear that he will drink himself out of house and home. However, without the alcohol, he would resort to painkillers, injections, or worse. The stimulation given to him by these substances keeps him firing on all engines, makes him feel more awake and alive.

So begins...

Bright's Story

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#, as written by Vinn
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Bright.


In nothing but his boxers and a pair of cotton socks, Doctor Bright reclined in his large, tiered office space overlooking the lab adjoining. It was a real luxury set-up, with banks of glass monitors lining the walls, and projected monitors winking in and out of existence. He had his feet up on the lab's control deck and staring up at several of these monitors, reviewing yesterday's notes and recorded video while low grumbles and electronic clicks of an eclectic assortment of music crackled around the room.

A notification window sprung up, light blue and transparent. It hovered near his face, listing the names of several of his consorts; DRw!n, Jinx, Pr4g^n, and N;;n. The first name was blinking.

[5:52]DRw!n: Check weapons system configuration Ξ΄ right away for human dna compatibility, possible complications with the Bellier mutagens we found yesterday. Also go over all ΞΆ prototypes.

"Uuuugh it's not morning, it's not morning." Bright mumbled when he noticed the time stamp. His hands dragged across his face and rubbed his tired eyes, causing his voice to be muffled. Unfortunately, he still had his chat client set to translate speech to text and what came out was:

[5:52]N0lt5: UUuuHJRGhiieissmmmmrgggg

Which, he could proudly say, was quite accurate.

[5:53]DRw!n: Sure thing. Just get that done before your nice little Moor buddies start looking like Jabba the Hutt.

Bright chuckled at the little historical film reference. But his old friend was right, there were holes in system Delta that they had not quite considered before. Zetas weren't as important, more of an experimental project pushing the boundaries of machine versus human cognitive decisions. Bright hopped down into the lab space and orally commanded for system Delta to be brought out.

Walls slid around, rearranging themselves as out from his lab's storage chambers came long transparent containers and platforms. Bright plodded over, his socked feet making little pattering echoes in the large space. Most of the platforms that hovered around him held different bits of metals, peculiar little mechanics that whizzed to life pulsating or cycling to display their functions. They were just additions or enhancements to Delta, so Bright waved them away, back behind the wall panels and into storage.

The transparent containers were cylinders of various sizes, encasing their subjects in glass and liquid. An arm here, a leg there, many organs and delicate nervous systems. Each equipped with tiny cybernetic enhancements, for Delta was, and still is, his closest effort at making a near undetectable system. He liked to imagine that one day he would be installing a finished system Delta to an assassin. It would be glorious.

Bright waved over the largest container. It contained a tall, lank human, supposedly male, but without any defining genitalia. Most of his systems were displayed with these non-gendered blanks. He liked to keep the itty bits in separate containers.

Pressing his finger to the glass, he intoned, "Weapons system configuration." A bright red light switched on within the container, and suddenly the subject's skin became translucent, allowing Bright to view the network within. Readouts began flooding the surface of the glass, so he slid his finger along the surface and flung them out into the air, allowing more and more information to be displayed in glowing blue projected panels about him. The configuration was in place to give the Moors specific readouts while in combat, advanced targeting systems in the eyes, and general compatibility with the vast assortment of tools put in use. Pretty much anything was plug-and-play. The problem here was when manufactured mutagens are deployed, they start to eat away at the host cells, confusing them and causing them to reject the enhancements.

He spent the next few hours going over every part of the Delta project, moving from one lab table to the next. If the Bellier mutagen would be able to affect Delta's weapons system in any way, it was possible the whole thing would go kaput. Bright cursed Parv Bellier for his stupid invasive viruses, but the only way to progress was through testing. And that would require more parts.

After a quick shower, some nibbles, and actually remembering some clothes, Bright exited his residential suite. He grabbed his lab coat from his office and donned a strange gauntlet that had been hanging from its charger. He had to roll up the sleeves of his white coat to allow room for it on his arm, but they allowed him to continue projecting information into the air whilst outside of his work space.

Bright took the office exit, meaning he had to pass through a much smaller corridor than the lab's exit. Machines scanned him up and down and inside out as he walked through, searching for any anomalies that would not do to reach the outside world. At the end door, a pop up appeared in front of him, merely saying he should drink more water and take a day off. He shrugged and waved it away. The door slid open to reveal that, in fact, it was an elevator. An elevator with a single button. It was pushed and so he went up.

Sun flared through floor-to-ceiling glass walls when he stepped out. Bright checked the digital display on his gauntlet, which had turned clear and hovered around his arm in geometric pieces. 11:03.

It was so radiant and all he wanted was to grab the pieces and get back underground. He grumbled for the storage area. His device lit the way. His lab was located at the very center of the Moorden property, but the storage area was not far. A few minutes and he stood before a door. Someone's dog gave him a curious stare as he waved at the door's keypad.

When he entered, Bright was surprised that he was not alone today, though the pet dog should have clued him in on that. "Alright?" he greeted. "Haven't seen your round these parts before. New? Contract work?"

Navigating his gauntlet's display interface, Bright brought up the list of items he would need to acquire to continue his research downstairs. "Scan" he muttered, and when held out his left hand, a blue pulse of light swept over the piles of junk. And then, "Locate", and many objects glowed blue. They were all the items that fit the description on Bright's little shopping list. His program had done half the work locating all the possible ones for him, but it would take some astute work to find and choose the best bits.

Bright cracked his knuckles as readouts began popping up all around him, displaying the specifications of each object. "An expedition in the search of buried treasure. Great morning, hm?"