Post by Castoro Chiaro on Jul 24, 2012 2:38:37 GMT -5
Oof. Sorry for the delay on this one, Roger's just a difficult guy to summarize in so many words. Anyhoo, I felt like the Social Workers could use a Normal in their ranks, so here's this guy for that.
Name: Roger Norman
Age: 32
Occupation: Social Worker
Manifestation: N/A
Personality: Roger is a very difficult man to faze. Not to say he's apathetic or uninterested in what he's doing, as he's rather dedicated to his work. When he's on the clock. As soon as his shift ends, he's back to his civilian life and that's that. He's not a particularly courageous or proactive man; he just doesn't put his life on the line if he doesn't have to. He'd rather solve things with words rather than resort to brute force. Not to say he won't; the instant a situation becomes dangerous, he will not hesitate to attack. And even then, his focus is on protecting himself. If he covers you, it's usually because your survival coincides with his own. The other Social Workers fall into this category, as he's basically defenseless without them. He doesn't make a habit of saying that he'd rather look out for himself, though, so it might not be immediately apparent where his interests lie.
He doesn't see the Manifested that cause problems as being any different from the Normal criminals. You can throw fire from your hands? Great, as long as those firey hands can also sign the Manifest registration papers you conveniently forgot to attend to. You can turn me inside out? I'll be sure to add that to the report, don't worry. You'll get due credit on that.
He's not hard to get along with, as he's seen all types, according to him. He doesn't say any more or less than he needs to, and is happy to spend an entire shift without saying one word if it's a slow day. It's not out of resentment for other people, he just likes the quiet. Noisy as his life has been, it's nice to be able to just sit and listen to the wind blow. His insouciance comes from his experiences, as he's seen the worst of humanity and what they are capable of, and nothing could ever compare to that.
Roger's a pretty down to Earth guy. He doesn't idealize or wish for things. That doesn't get you anywhere in life. He sees his situation as it is, and appreciates it for what it is; he's never been one for reading into deeper meanings or symbolism or whatever. Reading into things is humanity's way of trying to put meaning to them, in his mind, and honestly, most things have no reason behind them. They just are. As long as he's not dead or dying, well then, life's going pretty good.
Skills: Roger has a wide assortment of skills, though a good number of them are kind of useless. He knows a bit of conversational Spanish, how to prepare a wide variety of dishes (most of which involve rice or anything that's easily transported a long distance without spoiling), hot to tie several different knots, and a few useful remedies for bug bites and stings.
He's retained his survival skills from his traveling days, such as how to build a fire, how to clean a wound and slow the bleeding (though he's not a particularly skilled medic, he's just got some basic knowledge), and how to build a fire.
Roger was taught from the time he was old enough to keep a steady aim to fire a gun; he prefers shotguns since it was his weapon of choice for the longest time, but after a raid on an abandoned police station, he and his father managed to scavenge some pistols and taser guns. He had a knife for the longest while, too, but it got lost somewhere along the way. He also has some self-defense training, but he prefers to keep out of the fray so it's very rare he'll take someone on hand-to-hand.
Equipment: His father's old fireman's jacket -- the only sentimental possession he has -- a ratty old tie, and his Social Worker gear -- a gun, his badge, a map of the city, and a canteen.
Background: It's them or me.
This has been the mantra Roger Norman has lived by for most of his life.
The time before that one, simple truth is rather hazy in his memory now. He only knows these facts to be true: 1) his father was a firefighter, one of the few in their small, sleepy town. 2) they were located in the cluster of towns and cities unfortunate enough to be near the center of one of the Fissure "storms" (called as such because of the catastrophic effect they had on the environment). When the disaster hit, it hit hard. And there was almost nothing they could do about it. The government wasn't coming to save them. They were lost to the world, completely out of touch as all their electronic equipment had been annihilated and a brutal windstorm had devastated the area, making it inaccessible to anyone that could really help. There was nothing to do but run.
Roger's first memories of his nomadic life were of watching the road go by, and the livestock that had been left behind laying in the fields, either dead or dying. He didn't understand what was going on. He asked his dad why the cows were napping, and his dad responded by telling him to shut up and sit still. He and his dad never had the closest relationship.
Even so, his dad did pass on some useful knowledge, so Roger respects him for that. They drove the car until it completely broke down, and from there, they walked until they came across a caravan of other survivors like them. It was a dangerous journey, and you never knew who you could trust. Roger witnessed the worst of human depravity, from people who turned to cannibalism when their supplies ran out, to those who killed families in raids. Attacks on the caravan were very common -- and, more than once, the caravan organized raiding parties to steal from other travelers as well -- and in those times, it was every man for himself. Roger learned very quickly that heroism got you no where; people that risked their lives for a fellow traveler would be left to die when they needed help in return. You had to protect your own. All that mattered was surviving another day.
Eventually the caravan passed by a safe zone, and it was here that Roger and his father parted ways. He never fully understood his father's reasons for going, nor does he particularly care to. As part of a precaution of taking residence in the safe zone, he had to go through the Fissure screening process...and he was found to be immune. This would have made him a shoe-in for Doctoring, but honestly, he'd never been good with first aid. He was good with defense, so he gravitated towards Social Work instead.
When asked why he was signing up when, as a Normal, he was at a distinct disadvantage and would most likely be killed, he simply shrugged and said that he'd be meeting dangerous people on the street whether he got the job or not. It just seemed like it'd be nice to have a legal firearm on his person when that happened.
Voice Actor: Clark Gregg (because admittedly Roger's kind of based on Agent Coulson and I cannot unhear him with that voice)
Appearance:
He has some muscle, though it's mostly athletic muscle; he values the ability to make things quick rather than stamina or direct combat. He has to keep himself in good shape in order to be a Normal on the Social Worker's team, so he can withstand a few hits before he goes down. Usually, though, he's retreated if it seems like it's come to that.
And his appearance is based on a younger Clark Gregg because I was having the damnedest time finding a face for him that conveyed what I wanted guhhhhh
Name: Roger Norman
Age: 32
Occupation: Social Worker
Manifestation: N/A
Personality: Roger is a very difficult man to faze. Not to say he's apathetic or uninterested in what he's doing, as he's rather dedicated to his work. When he's on the clock. As soon as his shift ends, he's back to his civilian life and that's that. He's not a particularly courageous or proactive man; he just doesn't put his life on the line if he doesn't have to. He'd rather solve things with words rather than resort to brute force. Not to say he won't; the instant a situation becomes dangerous, he will not hesitate to attack. And even then, his focus is on protecting himself. If he covers you, it's usually because your survival coincides with his own. The other Social Workers fall into this category, as he's basically defenseless without them. He doesn't make a habit of saying that he'd rather look out for himself, though, so it might not be immediately apparent where his interests lie.
He doesn't see the Manifested that cause problems as being any different from the Normal criminals. You can throw fire from your hands? Great, as long as those firey hands can also sign the Manifest registration papers you conveniently forgot to attend to. You can turn me inside out? I'll be sure to add that to the report, don't worry. You'll get due credit on that.
He's not hard to get along with, as he's seen all types, according to him. He doesn't say any more or less than he needs to, and is happy to spend an entire shift without saying one word if it's a slow day. It's not out of resentment for other people, he just likes the quiet. Noisy as his life has been, it's nice to be able to just sit and listen to the wind blow. His insouciance comes from his experiences, as he's seen the worst of humanity and what they are capable of, and nothing could ever compare to that.
Roger's a pretty down to Earth guy. He doesn't idealize or wish for things. That doesn't get you anywhere in life. He sees his situation as it is, and appreciates it for what it is; he's never been one for reading into deeper meanings or symbolism or whatever. Reading into things is humanity's way of trying to put meaning to them, in his mind, and honestly, most things have no reason behind them. They just are. As long as he's not dead or dying, well then, life's going pretty good.
Skills: Roger has a wide assortment of skills, though a good number of them are kind of useless. He knows a bit of conversational Spanish, how to prepare a wide variety of dishes (most of which involve rice or anything that's easily transported a long distance without spoiling), hot to tie several different knots, and a few useful remedies for bug bites and stings.
He's retained his survival skills from his traveling days, such as how to build a fire, how to clean a wound and slow the bleeding (though he's not a particularly skilled medic, he's just got some basic knowledge), and how to build a fire.
Roger was taught from the time he was old enough to keep a steady aim to fire a gun; he prefers shotguns since it was his weapon of choice for the longest time, but after a raid on an abandoned police station, he and his father managed to scavenge some pistols and taser guns. He had a knife for the longest while, too, but it got lost somewhere along the way. He also has some self-defense training, but he prefers to keep out of the fray so it's very rare he'll take someone on hand-to-hand.
Equipment: His father's old fireman's jacket -- the only sentimental possession he has -- a ratty old tie, and his Social Worker gear -- a gun, his badge, a map of the city, and a canteen.
Background: It's them or me.
This has been the mantra Roger Norman has lived by for most of his life.
The time before that one, simple truth is rather hazy in his memory now. He only knows these facts to be true: 1) his father was a firefighter, one of the few in their small, sleepy town. 2) they were located in the cluster of towns and cities unfortunate enough to be near the center of one of the Fissure "storms" (called as such because of the catastrophic effect they had on the environment). When the disaster hit, it hit hard. And there was almost nothing they could do about it. The government wasn't coming to save them. They were lost to the world, completely out of touch as all their electronic equipment had been annihilated and a brutal windstorm had devastated the area, making it inaccessible to anyone that could really help. There was nothing to do but run.
Roger's first memories of his nomadic life were of watching the road go by, and the livestock that had been left behind laying in the fields, either dead or dying. He didn't understand what was going on. He asked his dad why the cows were napping, and his dad responded by telling him to shut up and sit still. He and his dad never had the closest relationship.
Even so, his dad did pass on some useful knowledge, so Roger respects him for that. They drove the car until it completely broke down, and from there, they walked until they came across a caravan of other survivors like them. It was a dangerous journey, and you never knew who you could trust. Roger witnessed the worst of human depravity, from people who turned to cannibalism when their supplies ran out, to those who killed families in raids. Attacks on the caravan were very common -- and, more than once, the caravan organized raiding parties to steal from other travelers as well -- and in those times, it was every man for himself. Roger learned very quickly that heroism got you no where; people that risked their lives for a fellow traveler would be left to die when they needed help in return. You had to protect your own. All that mattered was surviving another day.
Eventually the caravan passed by a safe zone, and it was here that Roger and his father parted ways. He never fully understood his father's reasons for going, nor does he particularly care to. As part of a precaution of taking residence in the safe zone, he had to go through the Fissure screening process...and he was found to be immune. This would have made him a shoe-in for Doctoring, but honestly, he'd never been good with first aid. He was good with defense, so he gravitated towards Social Work instead.
When asked why he was signing up when, as a Normal, he was at a distinct disadvantage and would most likely be killed, he simply shrugged and said that he'd be meeting dangerous people on the street whether he got the job or not. It just seemed like it'd be nice to have a legal firearm on his person when that happened.
Voice Actor: Clark Gregg (because admittedly Roger's kind of based on Agent Coulson and I cannot unhear him with that voice)
Appearance:
He has some muscle, though it's mostly athletic muscle; he values the ability to make things quick rather than stamina or direct combat. He has to keep himself in good shape in order to be a Normal on the Social Worker's team, so he can withstand a few hits before he goes down. Usually, though, he's retreated if it seems like it's come to that.
And his appearance is based on a younger Clark Gregg because I was having the damnedest time finding a face for him that conveyed what I wanted guhhhhh