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Dec. 9th, 2011 03:11 pmPLAYER INFORMATION
Your Name: Teal
OOC Journal:
Under 18? If yes, what is your age?: NOPE
Email + IM: ryuutenshi@gmail.com | failscream
Plurk: lucid_seraph
Characters Played at Ataraxion: NOBODY
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Doctor Albert Wily
Canon: The Protomen (Megaman)
Original or Alternate Universe: The Protomen is an alternate universe of the Megaman universe
Canon Point: End of Act II, just after he sets his robot army on the City in the name of safety.
Number:
Setting: http://www.protomen.com
lyrics and liner notes
The universe of The Protomen is one much like our own, taking place in what is obviously meant to be a mid-sized Rust Belt mining town with a nearby iron and coal mine, a steel plant, and a factory. The primary difference is that while Act II (chronologically taking place first – confusing, I know) takes place in what we can assume is the late 1970s and early 1980s (mostly because the Act I takes place at least twenty years later in the early 2000's), the technology for advanced robotics and even artificial intelligence already exists.
History: Albert Wily was a brilliant scientist living in The City (which is never named). At some point, he and Thomas Light began to work together on a series of advanced robots, the first of which was called the Geological Unmanned Terraforming System, or GUTS. Thomas' plan was to make the work of mining easier, so as to lower the fatality rate among miners, but Albert had other plans; namely, to replace the entire workforce with machines. Thomas expressed reservations about some of Albert's plans: what would replacing the whole workforce do to the economy? And why on earth was Albert pushing for arming these machines with guns, what purpose did that serve?
Albert pushed back, retorting that the people of this city were looking for leisure, were looking for a way out and for someone to do the work for them, that they were nothing more than weak and ignorant and that he and Tom deserved recognition for their work. For most of their adult lives they'd both been seeking for a way to serve these people, they'd been making their lives better and for what? For almost no reward. Here, at last, was a chance to take that reward, to gain the recognition they deserved.
But Thomas turned away from Albert, still uncertain. They'd worked so hard, but this... this seemed dangerous. Weapons? And what would happen to the people of this town when they had no jobs? Albert watched his best and only friend walk away with the intention of undoing all the work they'd done over the past ten years.
He would not stand for this. Could not stand for this. His goals, his plans, they would come to fruition regardless of Thomas' hesitations. And so as Thomas walked to his apartment, Albert sped past him in his car, heading to the same place. Before he left, he ordered one of his new machines—a sniper model—to follow him. He did this with some hesitation: he did not want to have to resort to violence, but it was best to keep one's options open.
Albert rifled through Thomas' notes, his heart filling with rage. How dare Tom tell him that he was wrong, how dare he take his vision away? So perhaps a few people might have died if Albert's plans had been set into motion, so what? All for the greater good. So the economy would have been ruined and everyone out of work, it wouldn't have mattered because they'd all be so well taken care of by his perfect machine that they wouldn't even know they'd been caged, and what's the difference there? So what?
He was interrupted, however, by the arrival of Emily Stanton, Light's beloved. Initially, he offered to take her away, to help her leave this dead end of a city and to live with him in peace and comfort, but she refused, saying that she believed in Tom's take on the matter, that what Albert was doing was wrong. Seeing that she, too, rejected his vision (and by extension, himself) he silently signaled his robot companion to kill her. He made his escape through the window, leaving Light to come in after and discover Emily's corpse... just as the police arrived to investigate the disturbance.
Just as planned.
There was no turning back now: he had set himself on a particular path and he had to see it through to its end. He could see it unfolding before him, every last part of what he would now have to do.
The next day, Albert stood at a press conference he'd had scheduled for months: the unveiling of an invention of his very own, something that had been, until this moment, completely overshadowed by Tom's work in robotics. A city-wide network of giant telescreens and speakers, primed to broadcast information to entire metropolitan area at all hours, free to the public.
Free to the public, and controlled entirely by his company, of course.
Much to his consternation, all the reporters would ask him about was the disappearance of Thomas and the dead woman found in Tom's apartment. Their curiosity was useful to him, but not the damn point. It didn't matter, of course.
He addressed the reporters, expressing regret over the situation, reinforcing their assumption that Light was the perpetrator (it had been Light's robot, after all; Light's creation, in Light's apartment, who else could it be?), and then promising them all that the murderer would pay for his crimes. He, Albert Wily, would ensure it. Eventually he left the clamoring reporters behind, entering his private broadcast studio, and for the first time turned on his broadcast system.
“People of the city,” he said, smiling down at them like a benevolent god (which he was. Which he would be). “A terrible crime was committed last night. Rest assured, the man behind it will be brought to justice. Your city will be safe again.”
Days later, Light was captured. Wily ensured that the trial became a media frenzy, that Light's face was plastered across every screen in the city, that he was denounced as a monster and a murderer, that the public was riled up and convinced. He continued to promise them that this man would be brought to justice, that they would be served.
Seeds to be planted.
During the trial, the judges reviewed the evidence. They could not find who had done the deed, but their forensic experts determined that Light had clearly entered the apartment after Emily had died. It seemed that one of Light's machines was indeed the perpetrator, but if that was the case it was easily attributed to a malfunction. The good doctor was innocent. This ruling, of course, played right into Wily's hands (indeed, it's even possible he took pains to ensure that this was the verdict).
The people of the city would not accept this. Could not accept this. Wily appeared again on the screens.
“People of this city, a second tragedy has occurred on this day. We know—all of us—that the man named Thomas Light is a monster and a criminal. Yet today he has gone free. Your justice system has failed you. Your government has failed you! Now is the time to take matters into your own hands!”
Light was escorted by the police out of the city, and Wily shouted from the screens, singing of injustice, singing of the failure of elected government. As Light vanished, the people turned to Wily, begging him for justice.
He would give it to them. And he would give them wonders. It did not take long before Wily was elected to office, and it did not take long before he had dismantled the government, leaving himself the sole ruler of this dominion.
And he did work wonders.
The city was transformed into something sleek and silver, something bright and shining and sterile. The homeless, criminals, those that did not conform simply vanished, and no one questioned where they had gone or how. Why would they? The men and women who once toiled in the sweat and grime of the mines found themselves now without work but with rich severance packages that they could spend on the city's new wonders, they now found themselves comfortable and taken care of. Why question providence? Wily was doing as he'd promised.
But there was an unspoken fear. After all, sometimes undesirables still surfaced. And sometimes they vanished. And sometimes it was people you knew. Perhaps your neighbor expressed a complaint, a whisper of dissidence, and then he vanished. Sometimes, people thought they saw the culprit: a creature with a single glowing red eye, with a body of steel. Most felt this was an acceptable sacrifice. Don't speak. Don't stand out. Wily takes care of us. Wily protects us. Everything is fine. The machines protect us, don't speak a word against them, speaking against them could bring back the darkness, could bring back work and toil, could undo everything that's been done. It's good that the dissident are removed. They could undo everything. It is good. Everything is fine.
Except there were those who disagreed.
A boy named Joe was one such person, dissatisfied and disillusioned, having heard stories of a different time. His parents had both been taken by the machines and he was left only with an empty, cold house and a motorcycle to his name. He went in search of answers, and was strong enough to even stand up against Wily's Sniper, at which point he was joined by Light.
They made a plan to destroy Wily's broadcast tower, to set a bomb to blow it up and disable Wily's citywide surveillance system. With that done, Tom could sneak in and kill Wily.
Unfortunately for Joe, the bomb he planted went off too early, destroying the tower but killing him. Unfortunately for everyone else, Wily wasn't stupid. He'd anticipated someone challenging his rule in such a simplistic and short-sighted way. Of course he had a secondary control system, of course he had a second broadcast tower.
In fact, this, too, was simply part of his plan. He gave the order. Over the years he had secretly built an army, and this gave him an excuse to unleash it. Soon, robots poured into the city.
“We have control. We keep you safe. We are your hope. Please return to your homes lest you be mistaken by our automated protection units as insurgents. You are safe.”
Somewhere secluded in the bowels of his fortress, Wily smiled. He was in control. And so he would remain.
Personality: On the surface, Wily is charming, clever, witty, and trustworthy. He will tell you exactly what you want to hear and always seem to have your best interests at heart. You feel like you can really listen to him, like he really cares about your problems and your feelings.
Completely charming. Like most sociopaths are. And Wily is a sociopath. Humans are, to him, little more than pawns in a vast game, tools to be used, stupid as sheep and as easily herded to slaughter. Indeed, he has little use for them beyond the feeling of power and control he gets from manipulating them.
And that's what Wily is about: power and control. He hates not being in control more than anything else, and cases in which he has a loss of control (see: Tom turning his back on their project, Emily rejecting him) he tends to react violently (if in a calculated manner). When not in control, he does everything he can to re-establish that control. His charm? Just another means to that end; after all, one can kill with kindness as easily with cruelty.
Wily is also extremely calculating and almost never caught unprepared. Even when he is, he's a master at improvising and turning situations to his advantage. It is almost impossible to fluster him or to catch him unprepared. Throw him a curveball and he'll build a better robot to hit it. By the same token, Wily knows better than to broadcast his true intentions to anyone, regardless of circumstances.
Note that there was, perhaps, a time when Wily wasn't quite this far gone; though he's always had difficulty relating to others and more ambition than is probably healthy, there was a time once when he might have turned back and reconsidered. But that time is passed and been forgotten; these are the paths that we must take...
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Wily is a perfectly normal human with no superpowers to speak of.
He is, however, a genius electrical engineer and roboticist, well capable of feats of ingenuity most can barely dream of. After his canon point he creates six Robot Masters to cement his control over the city, and he created the public broadcast system on his own. His weakness in this area is computer programming: try as he might, he can't quite create true artificial intelligence like Light is eventually able to. Instead, he can only simulate it.
In addition, Wily is a powerful public speaker, extremely persuasive and charismatic. It's very easy to believe everything he says, and very easy to trust him, regardless of his intentions.
He is also an excellent singer and pretty damn boss on the guitar and ukelele. Insult his ukelele at your own peril (this is mostly headcanon drawing from the fact that the man who does his voice also plays the guitar and ukelele. Because ukelele :| )
Inventory: Several very nice tailored suits, several very nice hats, and a ukelele.
Appearance: Canonically, Wily looks like the man who sings his part, Turbo Lover (this is the only case of this with the band)
See: here
here
whee
And... wait WHAT
As the singer in question would likely be uncomfortable with having his face used for ridiculous pretendy funtime games, I'll be using fanart from this blog
Age: Probably in his early to mid thirties.
AU Clarification: The Protomen is technically an AU of Megaman. The primary difference between Albert Wily in The Protomen and Wily in Megaman Classic is that Protomen Wily is terrifyingly competent. Classics!Wily tries ten times to defeat Doctor Light and conquer the world, and fails every time; he's also an overblown uncharismatic loudmouth. Protomen!Wily conquers the entire city using only a single robot (a robot who in the Megaman games is one of the most common and lowliest enemies) and his own wit and charm. Protomen!Wily is also significantly younger than Classics (by about thirty years), and furthermore while Classics!Wily is shown as never killing anyone despite the massive collateral damage he causes (it's a kid's game, after all), Protomen!Wily murders a hell of a lot of people in the name of keeping his city under control.
TL;DR – it's Alan Moore does Megaman the rock opera.
SAMPLES
Log Sample: Those who saw Wily in the corridors might have mistaken him for almost chipper. He greeted everyone when he saw them with a smile, he made intelligent posts on the network, he was generally agreeable and he promised--promised--that he'd do everything in his power to solve this problem. To take them home.
They would be wrong.
In his private moments he glowered, he seethed, he stared at the walls and clasped his hands almost as if in prayer, thinking, calculating. He sat in his quarters and wrote in a shorthand only he could read, he pondered, he reflected, he considered. With one hand he shook hands and with the other he wrote down everything about everyone he met, he kept track of who was useful and who was dangerous and who would make an excellent scapegoat.
This place had stolen his city from him. This place had stolen his city from him. It had stolen his city and so there was only one thing left to do: steal this place. Unlock its secrets. Bring the ship to its knees before him, chain and cage each one of its inhabitants while at the same time making them worship him despite themselves.
So it was that Doctor Wily planned...
Comms Sample: [Video! This is a pleasant looking man of difficult to determine age (thirtyish?) with high cheekbones and green eyes. He has on a hat and an extremely nice suit.]
Greetings, Tranquility.
[WINNING SMILE]
For those of you who don't know me, my name is Doctor Albert Wily. For those who do, well, hello again! I hope you're all having as pleasant a day as we can in these circumstances.
[His smile gets slightly tighter at that last sentence, a bit forced.]
Which is, indeed, what I wished to speak to you about today. As you've all no doubt noticed, our esteemed captain has done a rather, shall we say, shoddy job of keeping order on this ship so far. We are plagued by known murderers and madmen and yet they are permitted to run free, risking everyone on board. If we are to find a way home and survive, we cannot abide by this. Then there is, of course, the general lack of answers, the obfuscation...
What I'm saying here, is that perhaps we need a little change of leadership. Now! I'm not like some of the riff-raff around here, I'm hardly suggesting that I be placed in charge. But I am suggesting that we have a nice long discussion on how best to deal with these... dissident individuals, and consider our options here. Perhaps a police force is in order...? I've a few nominations for such an effort... and a few suggestions on how to contain these dangerous individuals.
[BIGSMILE]
Just something to consider. Have a wonderful day.
Your Name: Teal
OOC Journal:
Under 18? If yes, what is your age?: NOPE
Email + IM: ryuutenshi@gmail.com | failscream
Plurk: lucid_seraph
Characters Played at Ataraxion: NOBODY
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Doctor Albert Wily
Canon: The Protomen (Megaman)
Original or Alternate Universe: The Protomen is an alternate universe of the Megaman universe
Canon Point: End of Act II, just after he sets his robot army on the City in the name of safety.
Number:
Setting: http://www.protomen.com
lyrics and liner notes
The universe of The Protomen is one much like our own, taking place in what is obviously meant to be a mid-sized Rust Belt mining town with a nearby iron and coal mine, a steel plant, and a factory. The primary difference is that while Act II (chronologically taking place first – confusing, I know) takes place in what we can assume is the late 1970s and early 1980s (mostly because the Act I takes place at least twenty years later in the early 2000's), the technology for advanced robotics and even artificial intelligence already exists.
History: Albert Wily was a brilliant scientist living in The City (which is never named). At some point, he and Thomas Light began to work together on a series of advanced robots, the first of which was called the Geological Unmanned Terraforming System, or GUTS. Thomas' plan was to make the work of mining easier, so as to lower the fatality rate among miners, but Albert had other plans; namely, to replace the entire workforce with machines. Thomas expressed reservations about some of Albert's plans: what would replacing the whole workforce do to the economy? And why on earth was Albert pushing for arming these machines with guns, what purpose did that serve?
Albert pushed back, retorting that the people of this city were looking for leisure, were looking for a way out and for someone to do the work for them, that they were nothing more than weak and ignorant and that he and Tom deserved recognition for their work. For most of their adult lives they'd both been seeking for a way to serve these people, they'd been making their lives better and for what? For almost no reward. Here, at last, was a chance to take that reward, to gain the recognition they deserved.
But Thomas turned away from Albert, still uncertain. They'd worked so hard, but this... this seemed dangerous. Weapons? And what would happen to the people of this town when they had no jobs? Albert watched his best and only friend walk away with the intention of undoing all the work they'd done over the past ten years.
He would not stand for this. Could not stand for this. His goals, his plans, they would come to fruition regardless of Thomas' hesitations. And so as Thomas walked to his apartment, Albert sped past him in his car, heading to the same place. Before he left, he ordered one of his new machines—a sniper model—to follow him. He did this with some hesitation: he did not want to have to resort to violence, but it was best to keep one's options open.
Albert rifled through Thomas' notes, his heart filling with rage. How dare Tom tell him that he was wrong, how dare he take his vision away? So perhaps a few people might have died if Albert's plans had been set into motion, so what? All for the greater good. So the economy would have been ruined and everyone out of work, it wouldn't have mattered because they'd all be so well taken care of by his perfect machine that they wouldn't even know they'd been caged, and what's the difference there? So what?
He was interrupted, however, by the arrival of Emily Stanton, Light's beloved. Initially, he offered to take her away, to help her leave this dead end of a city and to live with him in peace and comfort, but she refused, saying that she believed in Tom's take on the matter, that what Albert was doing was wrong. Seeing that she, too, rejected his vision (and by extension, himself) he silently signaled his robot companion to kill her. He made his escape through the window, leaving Light to come in after and discover Emily's corpse... just as the police arrived to investigate the disturbance.
Just as planned.
There was no turning back now: he had set himself on a particular path and he had to see it through to its end. He could see it unfolding before him, every last part of what he would now have to do.
The next day, Albert stood at a press conference he'd had scheduled for months: the unveiling of an invention of his very own, something that had been, until this moment, completely overshadowed by Tom's work in robotics. A city-wide network of giant telescreens and speakers, primed to broadcast information to entire metropolitan area at all hours, free to the public.
Free to the public, and controlled entirely by his company, of course.
Much to his consternation, all the reporters would ask him about was the disappearance of Thomas and the dead woman found in Tom's apartment. Their curiosity was useful to him, but not the damn point. It didn't matter, of course.
He addressed the reporters, expressing regret over the situation, reinforcing their assumption that Light was the perpetrator (it had been Light's robot, after all; Light's creation, in Light's apartment, who else could it be?), and then promising them all that the murderer would pay for his crimes. He, Albert Wily, would ensure it. Eventually he left the clamoring reporters behind, entering his private broadcast studio, and for the first time turned on his broadcast system.
“People of the city,” he said, smiling down at them like a benevolent god (which he was. Which he would be). “A terrible crime was committed last night. Rest assured, the man behind it will be brought to justice. Your city will be safe again.”
Days later, Light was captured. Wily ensured that the trial became a media frenzy, that Light's face was plastered across every screen in the city, that he was denounced as a monster and a murderer, that the public was riled up and convinced. He continued to promise them that this man would be brought to justice, that they would be served.
Seeds to be planted.
During the trial, the judges reviewed the evidence. They could not find who had done the deed, but their forensic experts determined that Light had clearly entered the apartment after Emily had died. It seemed that one of Light's machines was indeed the perpetrator, but if that was the case it was easily attributed to a malfunction. The good doctor was innocent. This ruling, of course, played right into Wily's hands (indeed, it's even possible he took pains to ensure that this was the verdict).
The people of the city would not accept this. Could not accept this. Wily appeared again on the screens.
“People of this city, a second tragedy has occurred on this day. We know—all of us—that the man named Thomas Light is a monster and a criminal. Yet today he has gone free. Your justice system has failed you. Your government has failed you! Now is the time to take matters into your own hands!”
Light was escorted by the police out of the city, and Wily shouted from the screens, singing of injustice, singing of the failure of elected government. As Light vanished, the people turned to Wily, begging him for justice.
He would give it to them. And he would give them wonders. It did not take long before Wily was elected to office, and it did not take long before he had dismantled the government, leaving himself the sole ruler of this dominion.
And he did work wonders.
The city was transformed into something sleek and silver, something bright and shining and sterile. The homeless, criminals, those that did not conform simply vanished, and no one questioned where they had gone or how. Why would they? The men and women who once toiled in the sweat and grime of the mines found themselves now without work but with rich severance packages that they could spend on the city's new wonders, they now found themselves comfortable and taken care of. Why question providence? Wily was doing as he'd promised.
But there was an unspoken fear. After all, sometimes undesirables still surfaced. And sometimes they vanished. And sometimes it was people you knew. Perhaps your neighbor expressed a complaint, a whisper of dissidence, and then he vanished. Sometimes, people thought they saw the culprit: a creature with a single glowing red eye, with a body of steel. Most felt this was an acceptable sacrifice. Don't speak. Don't stand out. Wily takes care of us. Wily protects us. Everything is fine. The machines protect us, don't speak a word against them, speaking against them could bring back the darkness, could bring back work and toil, could undo everything that's been done. It's good that the dissident are removed. They could undo everything. It is good. Everything is fine.
Except there were those who disagreed.
A boy named Joe was one such person, dissatisfied and disillusioned, having heard stories of a different time. His parents had both been taken by the machines and he was left only with an empty, cold house and a motorcycle to his name. He went in search of answers, and was strong enough to even stand up against Wily's Sniper, at which point he was joined by Light.
They made a plan to destroy Wily's broadcast tower, to set a bomb to blow it up and disable Wily's citywide surveillance system. With that done, Tom could sneak in and kill Wily.
Unfortunately for Joe, the bomb he planted went off too early, destroying the tower but killing him. Unfortunately for everyone else, Wily wasn't stupid. He'd anticipated someone challenging his rule in such a simplistic and short-sighted way. Of course he had a secondary control system, of course he had a second broadcast tower.
In fact, this, too, was simply part of his plan. He gave the order. Over the years he had secretly built an army, and this gave him an excuse to unleash it. Soon, robots poured into the city.
“We have control. We keep you safe. We are your hope. Please return to your homes lest you be mistaken by our automated protection units as insurgents. You are safe.”
Somewhere secluded in the bowels of his fortress, Wily smiled. He was in control. And so he would remain.
Personality: On the surface, Wily is charming, clever, witty, and trustworthy. He will tell you exactly what you want to hear and always seem to have your best interests at heart. You feel like you can really listen to him, like he really cares about your problems and your feelings.
Completely charming. Like most sociopaths are. And Wily is a sociopath. Humans are, to him, little more than pawns in a vast game, tools to be used, stupid as sheep and as easily herded to slaughter. Indeed, he has little use for them beyond the feeling of power and control he gets from manipulating them.
And that's what Wily is about: power and control. He hates not being in control more than anything else, and cases in which he has a loss of control (see: Tom turning his back on their project, Emily rejecting him) he tends to react violently (if in a calculated manner). When not in control, he does everything he can to re-establish that control. His charm? Just another means to that end; after all, one can kill with kindness as easily with cruelty.
Wily is also extremely calculating and almost never caught unprepared. Even when he is, he's a master at improvising and turning situations to his advantage. It is almost impossible to fluster him or to catch him unprepared. Throw him a curveball and he'll build a better robot to hit it. By the same token, Wily knows better than to broadcast his true intentions to anyone, regardless of circumstances.
Note that there was, perhaps, a time when Wily wasn't quite this far gone; though he's always had difficulty relating to others and more ambition than is probably healthy, there was a time once when he might have turned back and reconsidered. But that time is passed and been forgotten; these are the paths that we must take...
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Wily is a perfectly normal human with no superpowers to speak of.
He is, however, a genius electrical engineer and roboticist, well capable of feats of ingenuity most can barely dream of. After his canon point he creates six Robot Masters to cement his control over the city, and he created the public broadcast system on his own. His weakness in this area is computer programming: try as he might, he can't quite create true artificial intelligence like Light is eventually able to. Instead, he can only simulate it.
In addition, Wily is a powerful public speaker, extremely persuasive and charismatic. It's very easy to believe everything he says, and very easy to trust him, regardless of his intentions.
He is also an excellent singer and pretty damn boss on the guitar and ukelele. Insult his ukelele at your own peril (this is mostly headcanon drawing from the fact that the man who does his voice also plays the guitar and ukelele. Because ukelele :| )
Inventory: Several very nice tailored suits, several very nice hats, and a ukelele.
Appearance: Canonically, Wily looks like the man who sings his part, Turbo Lover (this is the only case of this with the band)
See: here
here
whee
And... wait WHAT
As the singer in question would likely be uncomfortable with having his face used for ridiculous pretendy funtime games, I'll be using fanart from this blog
Age: Probably in his early to mid thirties.
AU Clarification: The Protomen is technically an AU of Megaman. The primary difference between Albert Wily in The Protomen and Wily in Megaman Classic is that Protomen Wily is terrifyingly competent. Classics!Wily tries ten times to defeat Doctor Light and conquer the world, and fails every time; he's also an overblown uncharismatic loudmouth. Protomen!Wily conquers the entire city using only a single robot (a robot who in the Megaman games is one of the most common and lowliest enemies) and his own wit and charm. Protomen!Wily is also significantly younger than Classics (by about thirty years), and furthermore while Classics!Wily is shown as never killing anyone despite the massive collateral damage he causes (it's a kid's game, after all), Protomen!Wily murders a hell of a lot of people in the name of keeping his city under control.
TL;DR – it's Alan Moore does Megaman the rock opera.
SAMPLES
Log Sample: Those who saw Wily in the corridors might have mistaken him for almost chipper. He greeted everyone when he saw them with a smile, he made intelligent posts on the network, he was generally agreeable and he promised--promised--that he'd do everything in his power to solve this problem. To take them home.
They would be wrong.
In his private moments he glowered, he seethed, he stared at the walls and clasped his hands almost as if in prayer, thinking, calculating. He sat in his quarters and wrote in a shorthand only he could read, he pondered, he reflected, he considered. With one hand he shook hands and with the other he wrote down everything about everyone he met, he kept track of who was useful and who was dangerous and who would make an excellent scapegoat.
This place had stolen his city from him. This place had stolen his city from him. It had stolen his city and so there was only one thing left to do: steal this place. Unlock its secrets. Bring the ship to its knees before him, chain and cage each one of its inhabitants while at the same time making them worship him despite themselves.
So it was that Doctor Wily planned...
Comms Sample: [Video! This is a pleasant looking man of difficult to determine age (thirtyish?) with high cheekbones and green eyes. He has on a hat and an extremely nice suit.]
Greetings, Tranquility.
[WINNING SMILE]
For those of you who don't know me, my name is Doctor Albert Wily. For those who do, well, hello again! I hope you're all having as pleasant a day as we can in these circumstances.
[His smile gets slightly tighter at that last sentence, a bit forced.]
Which is, indeed, what I wished to speak to you about today. As you've all no doubt noticed, our esteemed captain has done a rather, shall we say, shoddy job of keeping order on this ship so far. We are plagued by known murderers and madmen and yet they are permitted to run free, risking everyone on board. If we are to find a way home and survive, we cannot abide by this. Then there is, of course, the general lack of answers, the obfuscation...
What I'm saying here, is that perhaps we need a little change of leadership. Now! I'm not like some of the riff-raff around here, I'm hardly suggesting that I be placed in charge. But I am suggesting that we have a nice long discussion on how best to deal with these... dissident individuals, and consider our options here. Perhaps a police force is in order...? I've a few nominations for such an effort... and a few suggestions on how to contain these dangerous individuals.
[BIGSMILE]
Just something to consider. Have a wonderful day.
