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Player Info
Player Name: Kumiko
Player LJ: Kuroda_Kumiko
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM: Kaleykim, Skype: Kuroda-Kumiko
Player Email: onewithrussia@gmail.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Yes.
Character Info
Character Name: Wheatley Stephens
Character’s Age: 32
Fandom: Portal 2
Timeline: Before both games.
Appearance: Wheatley is fairly tall and scrawny, though he does have a bit of a pudge. He's not in any real shape at all. His hair is short and red and usually has at least one strand out of place even after he's brushed or styled it.
He's almost blind without his glasses, even going so far as to carry a spare pair around with him. But they don't detract too much from his bright, blue eyes and obvious laugh lines. He's always smiling and it will be rare to see him down or depressed in any way.
Wheatley is a nerd. Pure and simple. He wears an Aperture Science lab coat, even though he's not a scientist, with his Aperture Science name tag and carries around pens and pencils with his spare glasses in the pocket protector on his shirt. Under the coat is long-sleeved work shirt and a bright red tie that he's constantly fiddling with to the point where it gets severely wrinkled.
History: Wheatley's in-canon history hasn't happened yet, and he is still human at this point and not a Personality Core.
He was born into a family of five, including himself, in Bristol, England. He never quite got along well with his older brothers, but his mother was always very caring and sweet. Even though his father was always in the office.
To him the year is 1982 and he is currently a computer jockey for Aperture Science. Typing up the lab reports mostly. He also likes to think he's an excellent hacker. But that's neither here nor there.
Before he was assigned to this position he was in charge of keeping the "Volunteers" in check, but once that was phased out, and the mandatory employee testing began, they moved him to where they thought he would do the least damage. He's fairly content with his job for now, but he has entertained the idea of quitting and perhaps finding a job with Black Mesa...
Personality: Most people would call him a straight-up moron, but he highly objects to this statement. He'd much rather be called absent-minded. And possibly a bit spacey. Maybe. Tiny bit.
He's usually pretty upbeat about everything and tries to keep a positive point of view, but his self-esteem isn't really that great. His highly successful brothers definitely made sure of that. He's tried his whole life to be better than them at something, anything, but it really hasn't gone too well.
He's also quite rambly at times, going off on any tangent. Especially ones that he comes up with himself. When he gets started talking about something he isn't likely to stop until he's told to shut up.
Wheatley might not be the dumbest person at the facility, but he's certainly not the smartest either. So don't expect anything too bright to come out of his mouth at any given time. Though he will occasionally have one or two clever ideas, it's usually some kind of coincidence or sheer stroke of luck.
As for the hacking...He assumes he's the best ever at it and none surpass him. Unfortunately, this is not in any way true and he's rather terrible at it. Though again, he will get lucky every now and then.
He does tend to overreact to the smallest thing and doesn't really handle pain well either.
Powers/Abilities: None. He's just a normal, slightly out of shape, human. Though he'd tell anyone that asks that he's an amazing hacker.
Limitations: The same as any normal human. Just...He's a tad slower. Mentally.
Writing Samples
Third Person Sample:
Wheatley is running through the labs, panting with exertion as he carefully looks around the corner. They were close. But he has long legs and fear on his side.
"What...What do they even want with me...? I've been doing my job....Haven't even quit yet." He takes another deep breath, running into the hall once he's sure the coast is clear.
"I mean...Sure, I've been thinking about it...But how could they know that....Unless...They've been bugging my office!? ...No, no...That's silly. Why would they do that?"
Suddenly an alarm blares, making him jump in surprise and duck into the nearest empty room. "B-bloody hell...They've got the whole facility looking for me now, don't they?" He whines, biting at his thumb.
"What should I do...? Well. Should stop bleeding talking to myself for one...One of the first signs of insanity, isn't it? Haah. And I still haven't stopped." He sighs, fiddling with his tie.
"'M not insane...Least I don't think so. Hope they're not trying to shove me into the testing...That would be awful. Don't like that idea at all..." The door slams open, causing him to shriek and try to scramble away, rather unsuccessfully. They caught up, grabbing his arms and holding them behind his back. He tries kicking, but they just grabbed his legs as well.
"L-let me go! What do you want!? Is-Is that a needle!? Get that thing away from me!" He tries to flail harder, butting his head back. But all that does is hit his head against the man's helmet.
"O-ow...That really hurt..." But he isn't given much time to complain as they immediately inject him with sedative.
"What...What was in that thing...? I don't...So tired..." He slumps over, the guards keeping him from hitting the floor. When he next wakes....Everything's changed. For the worse.
First Person Sample:
[Ansaphone message to his mother.]
Um. Hello. Mum. Hi. Yeah. I, uh. I know it's been a while since I've called, but...Well, they've been monitoring the phones at work and I've, uh....Kind of lost my service at home. Aha.
B-but it's okay! Nothing's wrong at all and...I'm just checking in! No, uh...No worries! Just a bit of a problem with the phone company....But never mind that! Call me back when you get this message, yeah?
A bit of an update on the family would be nice and all...I know you get busy in the kitchen. And Dad's still in the office...Even though he's retired... Buuuut, yeah! Call me!
Player Info
Player Name: Kumiko
Player LJ: Kuroda_Kumiko
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM: Kaleykim, Skype: Kuroda-Kumiko
Player Email: onewithrussia@gmail.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Yes.
Character Info
Character Name: Wheatley Stephens
Character’s Age: 32
Fandom: Portal 2
Timeline: Before both games.
Appearance: Wheatley is fairly tall and scrawny, though he does have a bit of a pudge. He's not in any real shape at all. His hair is short and red and usually has at least one strand out of place even after he's brushed or styled it.
He's almost blind without his glasses, even going so far as to carry a spare pair around with him. But they don't detract too much from his bright, blue eyes and obvious laugh lines. He's always smiling and it will be rare to see him down or depressed in any way.
Wheatley is a nerd. Pure and simple. He wears an Aperture Science lab coat, even though he's not a scientist, with his Aperture Science name tag and carries around pens and pencils with his spare glasses in the pocket protector on his shirt. Under the coat is long-sleeved work shirt and a bright red tie that he's constantly fiddling with to the point where it gets severely wrinkled.
History: Wheatley's in-canon history hasn't happened yet, and he is still human at this point and not a Personality Core.
He was born into a family of five, including himself, in Bristol, England. He never quite got along well with his older brothers, but his mother was always very caring and sweet. Even though his father was always in the office.
To him the year is 1982 and he is currently a computer jockey for Aperture Science. Typing up the lab reports mostly. He also likes to think he's an excellent hacker. But that's neither here nor there.
Before he was assigned to this position he was in charge of keeping the "Volunteers" in check, but once that was phased out, and the mandatory employee testing began, they moved him to where they thought he would do the least damage. He's fairly content with his job for now, but he has entertained the idea of quitting and perhaps finding a job with Black Mesa...
Personality: Most people would call him a straight-up moron, but he highly objects to this statement. He'd much rather be called absent-minded. And possibly a bit spacey. Maybe. Tiny bit.
He's usually pretty upbeat about everything and tries to keep a positive point of view, but his self-esteem isn't really that great. His highly successful brothers definitely made sure of that. He's tried his whole life to be better than them at something, anything, but it really hasn't gone too well.
He's also quite rambly at times, going off on any tangent. Especially ones that he comes up with himself. When he gets started talking about something he isn't likely to stop until he's told to shut up.
Wheatley might not be the dumbest person at the facility, but he's certainly not the smartest either. So don't expect anything too bright to come out of his mouth at any given time. Though he will occasionally have one or two clever ideas, it's usually some kind of coincidence or sheer stroke of luck.
As for the hacking...He assumes he's the best ever at it and none surpass him. Unfortunately, this is not in any way true and he's rather terrible at it. Though again, he will get lucky every now and then.
He does tend to overreact to the smallest thing and doesn't really handle pain well either.
Powers/Abilities: None. He's just a normal, slightly out of shape, human. Though he'd tell anyone that asks that he's an amazing hacker.
Limitations: The same as any normal human. Just...He's a tad slower. Mentally.
Writing Samples
Third Person Sample:
Wheatley is running through the labs, panting with exertion as he carefully looks around the corner. They were close. But he has long legs and fear on his side.
"What...What do they even want with me...? I've been doing my job....Haven't even quit yet." He takes another deep breath, running into the hall once he's sure the coast is clear.
"I mean...Sure, I've been thinking about it...But how could they know that....Unless...They've been bugging my office!? ...No, no...That's silly. Why would they do that?"
Suddenly an alarm blares, making him jump in surprise and duck into the nearest empty room. "B-bloody hell...They've got the whole facility looking for me now, don't they?" He whines, biting at his thumb.
"What should I do...? Well. Should stop bleeding talking to myself for one...One of the first signs of insanity, isn't it? Haah. And I still haven't stopped." He sighs, fiddling with his tie.
"'M not insane...Least I don't think so. Hope they're not trying to shove me into the testing...That would be awful. Don't like that idea at all..." The door slams open, causing him to shriek and try to scramble away, rather unsuccessfully. They caught up, grabbing his arms and holding them behind his back. He tries kicking, but they just grabbed his legs as well.
"L-let me go! What do you want!? Is-Is that a needle!? Get that thing away from me!" He tries to flail harder, butting his head back. But all that does is hit his head against the man's helmet.
"O-ow...That really hurt..." But he isn't given much time to complain as they immediately inject him with sedative.
"What...What was in that thing...? I don't...So tired..." He slumps over, the guards keeping him from hitting the floor. When he next wakes....Everything's changed. For the worse.
First Person Sample:
[Ansaphone message to his mother.]
Um. Hello. Mum. Hi. Yeah. I, uh. I know it's been a while since I've called, but...Well, they've been monitoring the phones at work and I've, uh....Kind of lost my service at home. Aha.
B-but it's okay! Nothing's wrong at all and...I'm just checking in! No, uh...No worries! Just a bit of a problem with the phone company....But never mind that! Call me back when you get this message, yeah?
A bit of an update on the family would be nice and all...I know you get busy in the kitchen. And Dad's still in the office...Even though he's retired... Buuuut, yeah! Call me!