Post by EDWARD DILLINGER JR. on Jan 15, 2011 12:42:33 GMT -6
( Edward Dillinger Jr. )
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( 30 , User , Cillian Murphy )
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Edward Dillinger Jr. is the son of former ENCOM Senior Executive, Edward Dillinger. Edward Dillinger Jr. was still quite young when Edward Dillinger was sent to jail to fraud. Edward Dillinger Jr. was seven years old when Edward Dillinger was released after a 5-year prison sentence. When Edward Dillinger returned home he was re-introduced to his son, they proved to be distant at first but soon became close friends. Edward Dillinger went to work for an unknown company as a programmer but whenever he was home he told young Edward Jr. all about the Grid, the MCP, and Sark; Jr. always thought these to all just be fancy stories to get him to become interested in computers and programming when he was older. Edward Dillinger Jr. was 14 when Edward Dillinger passed away, due to heart complications.
Edward Dillinger Jr. was home-schooled most of his life and left for college at the age of 16. Edward Jr. took some of the basic classes like English and Math but his primary focus was in computer and basic programming classes. At age 19 he left with a Bachelor of Science in Information Technology. Edward Jr. immediately brought all of his knowledge (and degree) to ENCOM, he soon became one of their greatest programmers and designed ENCOM OS 12, which landed him a spot on the board. On December 2010, ENCOM OS 12 was stolen by Sam Flynn and posted onto the internet in one his annual "pranks" on the company. The company followed Edward's advice following the incident, "Just say, we meant for it all to happen."
It was only a few short days later when it was announced that Sam Flynn would be taking over the company. Edward Jr. was understandably upset at first but went along with it. He was approached by Sam Flynn to help "fine tune" the Grid before making the system public, Edward Jr. agreed but was shocked at first, his dad's stories were true. From then on Edward Jr. pretended to be friends with Sam Flynn but in reality, he believed that the Grid was his fathers creation and that Kevin Flynn had originally sabotaged it and later stole it. Edward Jr. was always harboring something of a grudge against the Flynn family name but now his once disdain of them was now hate. Now Edward Dillinger Jr. wishes to stop the unveiling of the Grid and shut it down and thus has written the programs "Sark2" and "MCP 2.0."
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EXPERIENCE 10
CONTACT PM only
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The room was big and wide and set deep within the monastery, its purpose was to be used as an audience chamber. The room was nearly bare of furniture and had no windows, the room was only lit by a few burning candles set on tall stands. The only place to sit in the room was on a pillow, there were two long rows of purple pillows , each with twenty pillows.
Masurao sat in the middle of one the rows, facing a large wooden double door, the only way in or out of the room. Beside him was the torn remains of a blood-stained shirt. Masurao panted heavily, blood dripped down from a wound on his left arm and from a large scratch on his chest. It was the day of a total eclipse, Areythia's moon and two suns were perfectly aligned, blocking out the sun. The Kingdom of Night took advantage of this chance and set out, the Knothazian mountains were their third target, they had already quickly overrun the Dragotharians and the Westers. They had appeared on the mountains just minutes after Masurao heard the news. Masurao knew this was going to happen, the event was foretold in the scrolls.
It had been perfectly still and quiet, due to the room's location. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of loud footsteps in front of the door; Masurao stood, picked up his shirt and gathered a few pillows, picking them by their corners. Masurao tied the shirt around one of the pillows; the door burst open, a wolf-form worgen stood in the doorway. The Worgen walked into the room, he had been chasing Masurao for a while. Masurao already had a plan to deal with him.
Masurao expertly threw the pillows in different arcs and in rapid succession at the Worgen's head before running at him at full speed. The technique accomplished three things: Visual diversion as the pillows flew towards him they would draw his eyes, scent diversion as the pillow with the shirt tied to it would draw his nose, physical diversion as instinct would take over as the Worgen would undoubtedly either swat at the pillows or attempt to block or dodge them and leave him open to strike. This was all part of the Ghost Style.
The Worgen stepped back as his eyes darted from pillow to pillow, not noticing Masurao's sudden charge. The Worgen reacted fast, swatting away a few of the pillows, the others hit him. Suddenly, the Worgen noticed a scent, turned, and grabbed the source, it was the pillow with the shirt. The Worgen stood confused as Masurao quickly but silently ran up, jumped, and delivered a flying kick to his side. The attack did not knock the Worgen down but it pushed him back and certainly stunned him, he was obviously confused on what was going on. Masurao took advantage of this second opening and delivered a powerful palm to the center of the Worgen's chest. The Worgen clutched his chest as he back-pedaled out the door and into a hallway. Masurao charged once more, eyeing the fingers on the Worgen's hand, which were covering his chest. Masurao jumped and delivered a chain of flying kicks, striking the Worgen many times on his hands before landing. The Worgen roared for each strike and when the attack had ended, he decided that he had enough. The Worgen ran away with ten broken finger, two broken wrists, and two fractured hands.
Masurao sat in the middle of one the rows, facing a large wooden double door, the only way in or out of the room. Beside him was the torn remains of a blood-stained shirt. Masurao panted heavily, blood dripped down from a wound on his left arm and from a large scratch on his chest. It was the day of a total eclipse, Areythia's moon and two suns were perfectly aligned, blocking out the sun. The Kingdom of Night took advantage of this chance and set out, the Knothazian mountains were their third target, they had already quickly overrun the Dragotharians and the Westers. They had appeared on the mountains just minutes after Masurao heard the news. Masurao knew this was going to happen, the event was foretold in the scrolls.
It had been perfectly still and quiet, due to the room's location. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of loud footsteps in front of the door; Masurao stood, picked up his shirt and gathered a few pillows, picking them by their corners. Masurao tied the shirt around one of the pillows; the door burst open, a wolf-form worgen stood in the doorway. The Worgen walked into the room, he had been chasing Masurao for a while. Masurao already had a plan to deal with him.
Masurao expertly threw the pillows in different arcs and in rapid succession at the Worgen's head before running at him at full speed. The technique accomplished three things: Visual diversion as the pillows flew towards him they would draw his eyes, scent diversion as the pillow with the shirt tied to it would draw his nose, physical diversion as instinct would take over as the Worgen would undoubtedly either swat at the pillows or attempt to block or dodge them and leave him open to strike. This was all part of the Ghost Style.
The Worgen stepped back as his eyes darted from pillow to pillow, not noticing Masurao's sudden charge. The Worgen reacted fast, swatting away a few of the pillows, the others hit him. Suddenly, the Worgen noticed a scent, turned, and grabbed the source, it was the pillow with the shirt. The Worgen stood confused as Masurao quickly but silently ran up, jumped, and delivered a flying kick to his side. The attack did not knock the Worgen down but it pushed him back and certainly stunned him, he was obviously confused on what was going on. Masurao took advantage of this second opening and delivered a powerful palm to the center of the Worgen's chest. The Worgen clutched his chest as he back-pedaled out the door and into a hallway. Masurao charged once more, eyeing the fingers on the Worgen's hand, which were covering his chest. Masurao jumped and delivered a chain of flying kicks, striking the Worgen many times on his hands before landing. The Worgen roared for each strike and when the attack had ended, he decided that he had enough. The Worgen ran away with ten broken finger, two broken wrists, and two fractured hands.
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