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Out-of-Character Information

Name: Eek
Are you over 15?: Yes
Time Zone: EST
Personal Journal: eeknsqueekn
Reliable Method of Contact:
Plurk: Eeknsqueekn
Aim: Ickychips
Other characters in the game: None
Link to slot request if 6th, 7th slot:
Tegaki: Not required.
Anything Else?: NOPE!

In-Character Information

Name: Dr. Gordon Freeman
Game/Series: Hλlf-Life
Teacher/Student/Other: Teacher
Canon Point: Post-Ep. 2
Age: 27
Grade Level/Class Taught/Job: Physics, quantum and classical.
Dorm or Living Arrangement: Dorm, for the moment.

Personality: It's ironic that Gordon Freeman is arguably the grandsire of the modern cinematic FPS protagonist, because his personality is not what one would expect in a genre soaked in bullets and testosterone. With a doctorate in theoretical physics, one of the youngest to be awarded one through MIT, he sees himself as a scientist first and foremost.

He was always an order of magnitude more intelligent than those around him, even as a child, and that made articulating himself a little difficult. He would constantly talk over other people's heads, and take two leaps in logic where others would only take one and he would not understand why. This made him frustrated as a child and downright aggressive as a teenager, but adulthood finally tempered it into a long-suffering silence that comes off as gruff to a lot of people. It's not as though he never speaks, mind. He just lets others make their own mistakes rather than nay-say their decisions, because he knows most people don't understand or listen anyway. Those who call themselves his friends, however, will find in him someone driven, focused, perceptive and surprisingly humane for all he's been through.

Gordon is highly analytical, thinking of almost anything in terms of strategy. He's an impulsive problem-solver, to the point where people have had to physically pull him away from a problem he couldn't figure out.

He's surprisingly active, for someone of the lab-coated persuasion. Even before the "accident" He was an avid hiker and a sprinter in college. Being in such good shape was likely an impetus for his being in the HEV suit training program in the first place.

Backstory: He's taking this up as an extra job while he waits for ep.3 Oh okay, here you go.

EDIT: His first time to Final Destination City was... not exactly planned. He was used to being dropped unceremoniously into a place, but this time he'd managed to hit just the right angle on that forcefield generator with just the right amount of velocity using just the right kind of material hurled by his gravity gun. The next thing he knows he's dropped to the floor in the middle of the woods in a crackle of green static.

It didn't take him long to figure out what happened; the weakened dimensional membrane in his world permanently opened a stable brane overlap with Final Destination City, and he'd accidentally found just the right frequency phonon to squeeze through. As of this very moment, he's stranded there, but it won't be for long if he can help it. He'll develop a way back. But he'll need a job, and he'd heard rumors of the technology available at this Academy of theirs...

Anything Else?:

In-Character 1st person sample:



[The feed clicks on, and shows the Gordon fidgeting animatedly with papers and double-checking the equations on the blackboard behind him. He's obviously excited about something. When he turns back to the camera, he seems to remember he turned the thing on in the first place and centers himself on the screen.]

Students and faculty, this is an announcement for a colloquium in the hall of science tonight after evening sessions! I think... no, I know I've discovered something profoundly important! You see this little guy right here?

[He holds up a... a magnetite? A very confused-looking one at that. It blinks at the camera as it rests in his hand.]

What is contained in this unassuming electric-steel pokemon is in fact a real-life magnetic monopole! This validates a long-suspected link between Maxwell's equations and quantum magnetism! The implications are far-reaching! This could spell a whole new era in applied electromagnetism!

[The magnetite rolls its eye back to him as if to say "really, buddy?"]

I have some slides I need to finish, but I hope to see you all tonight! Come on, Gauss.

"Magg..." [Is it possible for a magnemite to shrug? It seems to, and takes to the air before Gordon slaps the END FEED button.]

In-Character 3rd person sample:



Gordon never figured he'd go up against half the crazy shit he has before. Giant antlion queens, zombies, floating psychic alien things, head-consuming space turkeys...

...And yet none of them could properly prepare him for this.

"Everyone get behind me! To the door of the greenhouse! GO!" He waves an arm to herd the students out while the clump of cells in the dish scrawled "Petey Piranha Meristem cells" had already broken the table from its fast growth, and had begun to grow legs while it held itself up by lashing leaf-like arms to the frame of the greenhouse. Glass crashed down around it. He should've known subbing for a biology class would be a BAD idea. The plant-thing made a hideous formative screech as it pops out one leg, then the other, and then reached down to grab one of the straggling co-eds from the group with squeal.

"Shit! Hold on!" He took the crowbar from his belt-loop and charged in. He may not have his suit, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Besides, he was faster this way. He swung and hit the critter's bulbous green body and it let out a screech of pain. Another blow, and another, and soon the thing dropped the girl with a squeak, and turned on its attacker with a leafy back-hand that sends Gordon against the glass wall with a crash.

As the glass, dirt, foliage and supplies tumble down around him he shields his head. It's only after he looks up that he sees something large, red and conical...

Is... is that a weed-sprayer? Well. It's better than nothing. He grabs the thing and yanks himself under a table and out of the drop zone of a sapling that Petey 2.0 is now using as a club. A quick blast of noxious green mist--why is it always green?--and the leaf-arm recoils in what seems to be pain.

That's right, you bulbous bastard! He's got you now.

What follows is a mess of green fog, yelps, swearing, screeching, crashes, flying glass, thrown dirt, and smashed flowerpots. In the end the class waits at the entrance to the greenhouse, exchanging worried looks, and then breaks into cheers when their abducted classmate and instructor appear. Gordon is a mess. His labcoat is covered in dirt, mud, grass stains and pollen. His glasses are so smudged it's a wonder he can see. There are plant bits in his hair. He just stands there for a moment, then when he opens his mouth to speak he coughs a plume of green fog first. Ugh.

"I hope... you all were taking notes on that. Now excuse me, I have a genetics department to go raise some hell in."