Post by Juggers on Jun 27, 2006 14:12:06 GMT -5
[Again, I'll create a proper profile once he is approved 
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Name: Bolivar Trask
Codename(s): None
Affiliation: Natural Human
Age: 52
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance: Tall, dark and imposing, Trask is the embodiment of the American soldier. He is broad and powerfully built and keeps his head clean shaven, a left-over from his time in the services. Though he is no longer an active service-man Bolivar wears his uniform with pride and will always make a point of wearing it for public appearances. Even his casual-wear is impeccable and his only nod to individuality is a spent bullet casing that he wears on a chain around his neck. This is most often concealed beneath clothing and he never discusses its origins.
Personality: Trask has a quick mind and is a brilliant strategist. He considers service to his country both an honour and a duty and will most likely do so until he is forced to retire. He is practical and considerate and rarely makes a rash decision. Cool, even under pressure, Bolivar was an excellent officer and is now an excellent military advisor. A first meeting with Trask tends to leave an image of a stern and somewhat intense man who is slow to trust. Proven loyalty will reveal a comradely side to him that is friendly, if not overly warm however.
Powers and Abilities: None, Trask is a natural human, born and bred.
Weaknesses: Trask is human and is thus subject to all the frailties that entails. He has also been caught out by the unpredictability of mutants, something he is working hard to rectify.
History: Bolivar Trask was born in Poughkeepsie, New York and lived there with his family until the age of eighteen. One of three children his younger brother Donald and sister Lorraine all suffered from the usual sibling rivalries during their early years. His school days were unremarkable. He had a good mind and did well at maths, physics and the sciences and might have had a promising career in engineering had he been so inclined. He also enjoyed football, his size making him a natural defensive guard. He could also have had a promising career in the direction had he so desired.
He graduated from high-school and attended college with similar success. It was clear that young Trask had a bright future. What his parents could not have predicted was his overwhelming patriotic streak. The days that the world stood still for the Cuban missile crisis had a profound effect on the teenage Bolivar. Three years later, the outbreak of the Vietnam War convinced him that his patriotic duty was clear. He would join the armed forces in defence of his country. The decision shocked his parents to the core who were all too quick to point out that he could make no such decision until he was eighteen. Many long evenings of argument were to follow.
Bolivar was as good as his word and three days after his eighteenth birthday he enrolled in the army. His parents took it badly and it was many years before they were able to reconcile their differences.
Trask served only a few months in Vietnam before the tactical withdrawal brought an end to the conflict, a decision that he has always seen as weak and unjustified. In the peace that followed Bolivar completed his special-forces training and was employed in covert operations across the world, more than a couple of them black ops in the middle-east and Korea. It was during this time he came to know Captain William Stryker. For several years the two worked together, until Stryker returned to America to work on a clandestine project he called Weapon X.
The outbreak of the Gulf War saw Bolivar serving on the front lines, finally fighting the sort of tyrannical enemy he had always imagined. His leadership qualities gained him recognition and promotion to the rank of Major. Shortly after returning from the conflict his mother passed away, the united grief of the family finally reconciled the differences between father and son.
After the events of September the eleventh Trask became convinced that new steps needed to be taken to improve the American armed forces. In collaboration with a unit of military scientists he submitted a design for the Sentinel mechanised infantry unit. Much to his dismay the idea was rejected in favour of a full-scale war on terrorism. Operation Enduring Freedom, as it was called, seemed a fools errand to Bolivar. While he fully supported the defence of his country he firmly believed that the conventional army was not the way forward. Troops were only as good as the tools they were given.
To that end he set about getting himself into a position to gain the support he needed. His work throughout Enduring Freedom netted him yet further promotion to the rank of Colonel and his brilliant planning that brought about the capture of more than a dozen rebel cells got him a commendation from the President.
The catastrophe at Liberty Island lead to the dismissal of the former military advisor and a week later Trask found himself filling the vacant position on the back of a recommendation from Stryker. The near-disaster with the national leaders brought the threat of mutants to the attention of the world; never before had there been such a powerful or insidious enemy. Bolivar swore that he would be its equal.
He once again submitted his plans for a new, updated Sentinel project. One that would keep the nation safe from the mutant menace, and still reeling from the shock of Liberty Island, the president granted his request. Development began immediately.
Sample post:
The scientist waited, a clip-board of notes pressed close to his chest; the colonel was on the phone. He waited patiently, he knew that his news would be well received and though he was buzzing with excitement about the contents of his report he would hold his enthusiasm in check. The colonel liked that in a person; a bit of self-control.
"Yes Mr. President." Trasks deep voice rumbled from behind the desk.
"William Stryker was a disgrace to his country sir and I assure you that our research and development here is well within the boundries you have set."
"No sir."
"Yes sir, I understand that public-relations are paramount, now more than ever, but we must be seen to be taking action against what is a threat to this and every country."
"I understand that sir."
The scientist was glad it wasn't him on the phone, he wasn't sure he could have been so diplomatic. He had watched the footage of Alcatraz in absolute horror. An entire regiment ripped apart at what looked like an atomic level. The researcher in him wished that he had been there to see it first hand, study what must have been a fascinating display of power. The human in him was repelled by the notion. Soldiers, good men, had died in that maelstrom.
"We should be ready for testing very soon Mr. President."
"Yes sir."
"I'll be sure to keep you informed."
"Thankyou sir, and a good-night to you too."
Trask hung up the phone and turned his gaze to the waiting scientist. The man resisted the urge to flinch. He knew that the presidents military advisor was a good man with the best interests of his country at heart, but the intensity of that gaze was sometimes unnerving.
"How are we doing Simmons?" Trask asked.
The scientist glanced down at his notes and gave a small smile.
"We've successfully integrated the modified Cerebro circuit sir," he flipped a page. "Stryker may have been a fanatic but he was also a genius."
Trask raised a questioning eyebrow.
"The possibilities are ... " Simmons continued.
"Will it work?" The colonel interrupted.
Simmons shuffled his notes uneasily, "ah, it should do, I mean, compared to the original work it is much simpler. We were about to go ahead with testing sir, that's why I'm here."
Trask stood, his uniform clad frame easing from behind the immaculately tidy desk.
"Then let's see it Simmons, lets give the President something to smile about."
Screenname(s): Ballistichimp
Email: Blood4bloodgod@hotmail.com
IMs: NA
RP Experiance: This one, among others ļ
]Name: Bolivar Trask
Codename(s): None
Affiliation: Natural Human
Age: 52
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance: Tall, dark and imposing, Trask is the embodiment of the American soldier. He is broad and powerfully built and keeps his head clean shaven, a left-over from his time in the services. Though he is no longer an active service-man Bolivar wears his uniform with pride and will always make a point of wearing it for public appearances. Even his casual-wear is impeccable and his only nod to individuality is a spent bullet casing that he wears on a chain around his neck. This is most often concealed beneath clothing and he never discusses its origins.
Personality: Trask has a quick mind and is a brilliant strategist. He considers service to his country both an honour and a duty and will most likely do so until he is forced to retire. He is practical and considerate and rarely makes a rash decision. Cool, even under pressure, Bolivar was an excellent officer and is now an excellent military advisor. A first meeting with Trask tends to leave an image of a stern and somewhat intense man who is slow to trust. Proven loyalty will reveal a comradely side to him that is friendly, if not overly warm however.
Powers and Abilities: None, Trask is a natural human, born and bred.
Weaknesses: Trask is human and is thus subject to all the frailties that entails. He has also been caught out by the unpredictability of mutants, something he is working hard to rectify.
History: Bolivar Trask was born in Poughkeepsie, New York and lived there with his family until the age of eighteen. One of three children his younger brother Donald and sister Lorraine all suffered from the usual sibling rivalries during their early years. His school days were unremarkable. He had a good mind and did well at maths, physics and the sciences and might have had a promising career in engineering had he been so inclined. He also enjoyed football, his size making him a natural defensive guard. He could also have had a promising career in the direction had he so desired.
He graduated from high-school and attended college with similar success. It was clear that young Trask had a bright future. What his parents could not have predicted was his overwhelming patriotic streak. The days that the world stood still for the Cuban missile crisis had a profound effect on the teenage Bolivar. Three years later, the outbreak of the Vietnam War convinced him that his patriotic duty was clear. He would join the armed forces in defence of his country. The decision shocked his parents to the core who were all too quick to point out that he could make no such decision until he was eighteen. Many long evenings of argument were to follow.
Bolivar was as good as his word and three days after his eighteenth birthday he enrolled in the army. His parents took it badly and it was many years before they were able to reconcile their differences.
Trask served only a few months in Vietnam before the tactical withdrawal brought an end to the conflict, a decision that he has always seen as weak and unjustified. In the peace that followed Bolivar completed his special-forces training and was employed in covert operations across the world, more than a couple of them black ops in the middle-east and Korea. It was during this time he came to know Captain William Stryker. For several years the two worked together, until Stryker returned to America to work on a clandestine project he called Weapon X.
The outbreak of the Gulf War saw Bolivar serving on the front lines, finally fighting the sort of tyrannical enemy he had always imagined. His leadership qualities gained him recognition and promotion to the rank of Major. Shortly after returning from the conflict his mother passed away, the united grief of the family finally reconciled the differences between father and son.
After the events of September the eleventh Trask became convinced that new steps needed to be taken to improve the American armed forces. In collaboration with a unit of military scientists he submitted a design for the Sentinel mechanised infantry unit. Much to his dismay the idea was rejected in favour of a full-scale war on terrorism. Operation Enduring Freedom, as it was called, seemed a fools errand to Bolivar. While he fully supported the defence of his country he firmly believed that the conventional army was not the way forward. Troops were only as good as the tools they were given.
To that end he set about getting himself into a position to gain the support he needed. His work throughout Enduring Freedom netted him yet further promotion to the rank of Colonel and his brilliant planning that brought about the capture of more than a dozen rebel cells got him a commendation from the President.
The catastrophe at Liberty Island lead to the dismissal of the former military advisor and a week later Trask found himself filling the vacant position on the back of a recommendation from Stryker. The near-disaster with the national leaders brought the threat of mutants to the attention of the world; never before had there been such a powerful or insidious enemy. Bolivar swore that he would be its equal.
He once again submitted his plans for a new, updated Sentinel project. One that would keep the nation safe from the mutant menace, and still reeling from the shock of Liberty Island, the president granted his request. Development began immediately.
Sample post:
The scientist waited, a clip-board of notes pressed close to his chest; the colonel was on the phone. He waited patiently, he knew that his news would be well received and though he was buzzing with excitement about the contents of his report he would hold his enthusiasm in check. The colonel liked that in a person; a bit of self-control.
"Yes Mr. President." Trasks deep voice rumbled from behind the desk.
"William Stryker was a disgrace to his country sir and I assure you that our research and development here is well within the boundries you have set."
"No sir."
"Yes sir, I understand that public-relations are paramount, now more than ever, but we must be seen to be taking action against what is a threat to this and every country."
"I understand that sir."
The scientist was glad it wasn't him on the phone, he wasn't sure he could have been so diplomatic. He had watched the footage of Alcatraz in absolute horror. An entire regiment ripped apart at what looked like an atomic level. The researcher in him wished that he had been there to see it first hand, study what must have been a fascinating display of power. The human in him was repelled by the notion. Soldiers, good men, had died in that maelstrom.
"We should be ready for testing very soon Mr. President."
"Yes sir."
"I'll be sure to keep you informed."
"Thankyou sir, and a good-night to you too."
Trask hung up the phone and turned his gaze to the waiting scientist. The man resisted the urge to flinch. He knew that the presidents military advisor was a good man with the best interests of his country at heart, but the intensity of that gaze was sometimes unnerving.
"How are we doing Simmons?" Trask asked.
The scientist glanced down at his notes and gave a small smile.
"We've successfully integrated the modified Cerebro circuit sir," he flipped a page. "Stryker may have been a fanatic but he was also a genius."
Trask raised a questioning eyebrow.
"The possibilities are ... " Simmons continued.
"Will it work?" The colonel interrupted.
Simmons shuffled his notes uneasily, "ah, it should do, I mean, compared to the original work it is much simpler. We were about to go ahead with testing sir, that's why I'm here."
Trask stood, his uniform clad frame easing from behind the immaculately tidy desk.
"Then let's see it Simmons, lets give the President something to smile about."
Screenname(s): Ballistichimp
Email: Blood4bloodgod@hotmail.com
IMs: NA
RP Experiance: This one, among others ļ
