Byond ID:
Valkrae
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here):
Shiela 'Tank' Maldin
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use (Follows common naming rules, and requires a first name with no last name):
Jameson
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines (viewtopic.php?f=57&t=14417)?:
I am, indeed.
Synthetic Character Story (An ADEQUATE description and story of your Synthetics actions and involvement in a previous mission onboard the Almayer):
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>.... DESTINATION REACHED.
>......BEGIN DETHAWING SEQUENCE.
Jameson strolled through the quiet, and confined corridors of the Almayer, heading towards the Cryogenics Chambers. A song being whistled echoed throughout these corridors, perfectly toned, but no emotion present within the song. A dry, perfect rendition of John Denver's Take Me Home, Country Roads. His fingers whizzed at the consoles he came across, his eyes focusing on everything and anything that came into his eyesight. His eyes never blinked, never faltered from his task. It seemed almost.. mechanical. But there was a degree of care involved in the Synthetic's actions. He was programmed to understand the need to keep his Human counterparts alive, and he took an almost fatherly view of them. In this instance, he felt responsible for them. They were definitely vulnerable in this state, and any disturbance of the Cryogenics chamber would result in almost certain death for any Pods that were affected. Not that Jameson had ever thought of anything like that, but he understood the need for constant checks, double checks, and triple checks of all pods, consoles, and systems of the ship.
The dethawing sequence was always a mess for the crew. Some of the Marines would never get used to being dethawed, and always wretched their last meal out onto the floor. Jameson was always there, helping his compatriots gain their footing once again. He was, in certain terms, a rock for them to lean on. Although he got very strange and confusion fueled looks, he never minded. After all, he was different. He understood that, and he understood the Human fear of the unknown. Fortunately for them, he had no such fear. At least, not as strong as they did. Sure, he felt a need to preserve his own life, but not to the extent that Humans did. If it came down to it, Jameson would happily give his life to safe a Humans. They were his to protect, after all.
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"Synthetic. We have a problem." Commander Barnaby spoke, through a half-chewed pipe. Although it was against hundreds of regulations to light a pipe on a starship, He still kept it around to chew on. Jameson stood still, looking towards the Commander.
"Commander?" Jameson asked, a distinctly Kentucky accent tinging his voice, a very human-like gesture he used to make the Commander feel more at ease him. The Synthetic had always made the Commander uncomfortable, so he had attempted to add more human-like gestures to his interactions with him, to try and ease his uneasiness as it were.
"Delta Squad. One of their members was caught stealin' from the Requisitions Bay. We didn't catch the individual, but we saw their colors, yet none of them want to fess up. I don't want to put more men than I have to behind bars, so I need advice. What should I do?" He asked, obviously very uncomfortable asking the Synthetic for any form of assistance.
"A guilty dog barks the loudest, sir." Jameson replied, crossing his hands in front of him.
"Meaning?" The Commander asked, seemingly growing frustrated. "I don't have all day, James."
"Well, sir. If ya'll are questionin' them individually, the one that 'barks' the loudest, is likely the culprit, sir. But, that ain't entirely gonna prove who did it. But, you know what they say. A black snake knows it's way to the hens nest." James replied, gesturing with his hands to add emphasis (albeit very mechanically and precise.)
"Damn it, James! Stop with the damned proverbs already!" The Commander shouted, his frustration boiling over, but a look of understanding going through his eyes as the Synth spoke.
"A thief will continue to steal until caught, sir." Jameson explained the proverb, folding his hands behind his back once again. The Synth gave a light smile, which was not faked. He was genuinely pleased with himself, always the one to be of help to whoever needed it.
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Gunfire echoed in the distance, as Jameson lifted a very large piece of metal, and slammed it against a wall. An engineer gave him a thumbs up, and began to weld it to the wall. Jameson held it there until the Engineer gave him the all-clear. The synthetic was assigned to assist with FOB construction, and he was more than happy to help. Due to the Synthetic's increased strength, previously unmovable debris was relocated with ease. The Engineers, while uneasy initially, began to warm up to the Synth, and his various proverbs and sayings. The Engineers took a quick lunch break, lighting a small fire in the center of a ruined building. Jameson joined them for this, as they began to speak on their pasts.
"This shit is getting ridiculous. It seems like every time we kill one of their Generals, or officers, they just replace them as quickly. It's fucking insane." Lieutenant Ronald Stevenson remarked, shoving the pasta MRE in his face.
"A bull without horns, is still a bull, Lieutenant." Jameson remarked, sitting with his legs crossed, and his distinctive southern twang. He enjoyed these little conversations, as it did wonders to ease the minds of his human counterparts.
"James. You know you have to explain that shit." Sergeant Amy Delacourt remarked, with a roll of her eyes, humor in her voice. This caused an elated response from Jameson.
"Well, Sergeant. If you remove the horns of a bull, it still retains the intelligence and brute force of a bull. This relates to the current situation. Even if you remove the leadership of the enemy force, it still retains the strength and capability it once hand, albeit without one of it's advantages." Jameson stirred the fire, as it had began to die. His movements were less robotic than before, as he took great care in making sure that he appeared human to his counterparts, but it still appeared... off.
"Lunch breaks over, ladies. Let's get back to it." The Lieutenant called, and the fire was extinguished.
How do you intend to play your Synth (as in, describe HOW you will act/play your Synth and what support roles you’ll mainly focus on, what is your synthetics quirk)?
I'd like to play Jameson as a sort of backwoods psychiatrist. What I mean by this; He's been programmed with hundreds, if not thousands of old Southern proverbs and sayings, and uses those in situations that he feels might benefit a crew member. He'd be very protective of his crewmates, sort of like a big brother to the crew. In terms of gameplay, Jameson would likely stick towards Cargo, FOB Construction, or Medical on the off-chance he's needed there. Jameson would sort of exude the 'good ol' boy' of the Southern USA.
With speaking, there are two ways I could do this. One way, which is the way that might get declined, is to have a permanent accent on his speech. He would speak with a distinctly southern twang, and finish a good number of his sentences with a proverb, or a southern saying. However, if this is not an acceptable manner of speech, I would just restrict it to the proverbs/sayings of the South, instead of the whole accent. Most of my RP would come from my speech, and less from /me's. If possible, I'd also have Jameson 'chew' tobacco, to appear more human to his shipmates, as well as carrying around a flask that he would 'drink' from at random points in time.
How familiar are you with support roles?:
- Medical: Very familiar
- Science: Familiar
- MT: Adequate
- The Rest: Adequate
Why should we whitelist you?:
Honestly, I think I can bring something interesting with my Synth. Sure, everyone has the 'i don't know human conversational ticks' Synth. But, not a lot of people have a Synth that takes such a personal care of his shipmates mental state and wellbeing.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?:
If I have, I've not been aware of it. But, I don't think so.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?:
I think I'm banned from /tg/ for when I was a shitter, and tried to make a fire in Toxins. It got out of hand, and they understandably banned me for it. I like to think I've moved passed that type of player.
Do you understand that any player - donor or otherwise - can have their whitelist status revoked should they break our rules or the Synthetic Programming Guideline?:
Yes.
