Writer: Caryn
Name: Murray Davenport
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality orientation: Heterosexual
Play-by: Alex Pettyfer
Amherst crew info
Background: Military
Rank: Recruit
Specialization: none
Years of service: 0 (truly 4, but officially those years were struck from his record as a part of his punishment)
Appearance:
For all that he comes from military stock, genetics have made Murray a very pretty man. His hair is a sun-kissed blonde with a bit of a wave to it, unfortunately shorn ship-short. He has strikingly blue eyes and finely sculpted facial features.
Murray has a lean, athletic build with a musculature carefully toned through an active lifestyle (even shirkers can’t get away with no exercise in the Fleet). He’ll never be a broad, powerful sort of man but he is the picture of health and moves with the sort of whipcord grace that those of his build can learn to develop in compensation. He has a taste for fine clothing when he can persuade his family to provide it for him.
Personality:
Murray is a bit spoiled. Oh, he’s charming, polite, affable, gregarious- seemingly everything you could wish of a companion. But everything in his life has either come easily to him, or been given him on a silver platter. Before crashing horribly on a barbarian backwater mudball, he wasn’t above using his familial connections to get a certain privilege, or to get out of trouble. Murray is all about anything that’s fun or exciting, but has a habit of disappearing when there’s any real work to be done. He made it as far as he did in his service by relying on his intelligence and cunning than through putting serious effort into it. There’s always somebody who needs a favor done and Murray is happy to provide- for a price.
Murray is a proud young man, prone to keeping his own counsel on anything truly important to him. What he says and does isn’t always what he feels, and it can be awfully hard to tell which he’s showing at any given moment. Words aren’t as important to him as actions, and both come secondary to doing what he perceives is necessary. Words are cheap, a tool to use and discard, and Murray isn’t afraid to spend them like water in pursuit of a goal. He believes that giving people what they want to hear and see is the best way to deflect their attention from anything he doesn’t want discovered- like his own thoughts and feelings. Part of what makes him good at what he does is his excellent emotional control.
Murray can get overly impressed with his own cleverness from time to time, enjoying the heady feeling of power that a well-executed scheme can bring. But he is fairly smart and positively thrives on using his perceptions and intuition to navigate a situation on the fly with only the barebones of a plan in place. He’s secure enough to let things go and roll with the punches, because he has a deep belief that he can always find the right angle to work so he’ll come out on top. He’s tenacious and thorough, willing to put in the time to make something work and figure out how people tick. In his case, curiosity may not have killed the feline yet, but it’s still trying.
He has little fear, still believes in his own immortality, and prides himself on never refusing a dare or a challenge. While he’s not the first one to start trouble, he does have a history of being the one who goes ‘I bet it would go faster if we did this,’ or ‘here’s how we can do it and not get caught.’ He’s got the curiosity of a cat and a sense of adventure, and generally attracts people who will let him indulge his love of both.
If he were willing to work at it, Murray could develop his good points. He knows how to be caring and attentive to lovers, amiable and generous with friends, and respectful to those in authority. But there’s no telling what kind of event it might take to get him to think beyond himself.
History:
Yes, Murray is decidedly old for a recruit. Why is that? I’m glad you asked.
Murray Davenport was born to one of the oldest military lines in the FSP, studded with Admiralty aplenty. So long as there’s been a Fleet, family legend goes, there’s been a Davenport commanding at least one ship in it. He showed promise as a youth, scoring highly on his physical and academic testing. He built a sprawling web of connections among his peers and very few could claim to actively dislike the young man.
The first signs of trouble appeared during his tenure at the Academy, where unsubstantiated rumor that he hadn’t exactly earned the old-fashioned way culminated in a massive cheating scandal that rocked the Academy and saw ten cadets dismissed in disgrace and another twenty receiving official reprimands of some degree. Nothing was even proved of Murray’s involvement (though gossip among his peers would paint him the ringleader) and his family urged the review board to conclude the incident swiftly, so that the remaining cadets could move on to bigger and brighter futures.
Murray’s future moved on smoothly enough. His superiors reported him to be a bright and biddable young man, despite the odd grumble from his fellow recruits, and his supply Sergeant took the lad under his wing. Murray had spectacular organizational skills, a well-developed memory, and could generally be counted on to be able to find a connection that would gift him with any particularly hard-to-find items that the ship required.
It turned out that there was a reason the units around them were perennially short on important items. Murry, his Sergeant and three others were implicated for participating in the black market, selling military “surplus” to civilian clients for big profits. Officers all the way up the food chain, including his Captain, were also found to have taken bribes to look the other way on this business. He hadn’t been able to hide his tracks this time, though, and it looked to be an embarrassing end to a barely-started career for the Davenport scion.
His powerful family interceded for him, eager to salvage their wayward lamb (or perhaps simply to preserve their good name). He had obviously fallen victim to bad influences and a neglectful captain, the Admiralty concluded, and thus required re-education. He would be assigned to the Amherst, a small ship with a solid captain, and serve his time as a Recruit all over again. He’d be forbidden the Supply Technician path that had so tempted him last time and hopefully learn duty and morality under Captain Sanders’ strict standards. With a fighting unit.
…Pern might actually be the best thing that could have happened to him, in retrospect. If he can get past the trauma of: the Ovoid-That-Ate-Everything, the horrific crash that resulted from the incident, the random deadly rain and living among a herd of Civilian for the first time ever.
Dragon
Name: Partoth
Colour: Bronze
Hatching date: 10.8.28
It doesn’t seem like it should be a big deal, but there’s a weight of expectation that Partoth never asked for after being the first to hatch. True, he does seem to set the standard in perfect conformation; he is the type of flying and fighting machine they were all hoping for, especially compared to some of the others in the group. At least, this will be what it seems like out of the shell and he will end up going through some very awkward stages of growth that might be off-putting. In the end he’ll settle into being a somewhat gangling and skinny dragon that’s actually a bit smaller than the average of his colour.
And yet, there will be an interesting level of power to this bronze. Out of all of the males he will have the strongest will to stand against the golds, though he’s rare to show this defiance. If he’s going to fight it’s in the defence of friends or those weaker and because it’s the right thing to do. More than anything he’s a good dragon. He always has the interests of everyone at heart and will strive to do the right thing. He may not always succeed or make the right choice and he has a strong temper that rears its head sometimes, but his intentions are in the right place.
Then, he will really show his capabilities once he gets into the skies. All dragons are born to fly, of course, but Partoth will have such a natural grace and ease in the air that it’s like he doesn’t even need to try. He’ll have the spacial awareness to catch Thread that many would miss and a deadly accurate flame.
Name: Murray Davenport
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality orientation: Heterosexual
Play-by: Alex Pettyfer
Amherst crew info
Background: Military
Rank: Recruit
Specialization: none
Years of service: 0 (truly 4, but officially those years were struck from his record as a part of his punishment)
Appearance:
For all that he comes from military stock, genetics have made Murray a very pretty man. His hair is a sun-kissed blonde with a bit of a wave to it, unfortunately shorn ship-short. He has strikingly blue eyes and finely sculpted facial features.
Murray has a lean, athletic build with a musculature carefully toned through an active lifestyle (even shirkers can’t get away with no exercise in the Fleet). He’ll never be a broad, powerful sort of man but he is the picture of health and moves with the sort of whipcord grace that those of his build can learn to develop in compensation. He has a taste for fine clothing when he can persuade his family to provide it for him.
Personality:
Murray is a bit spoiled. Oh, he’s charming, polite, affable, gregarious- seemingly everything you could wish of a companion. But everything in his life has either come easily to him, or been given him on a silver platter. Before crashing horribly on a barbarian backwater mudball, he wasn’t above using his familial connections to get a certain privilege, or to get out of trouble. Murray is all about anything that’s fun or exciting, but has a habit of disappearing when there’s any real work to be done. He made it as far as he did in his service by relying on his intelligence and cunning than through putting serious effort into it. There’s always somebody who needs a favor done and Murray is happy to provide- for a price.
Murray is a proud young man, prone to keeping his own counsel on anything truly important to him. What he says and does isn’t always what he feels, and it can be awfully hard to tell which he’s showing at any given moment. Words aren’t as important to him as actions, and both come secondary to doing what he perceives is necessary. Words are cheap, a tool to use and discard, and Murray isn’t afraid to spend them like water in pursuit of a goal. He believes that giving people what they want to hear and see is the best way to deflect their attention from anything he doesn’t want discovered- like his own thoughts and feelings. Part of what makes him good at what he does is his excellent emotional control.
Murray can get overly impressed with his own cleverness from time to time, enjoying the heady feeling of power that a well-executed scheme can bring. But he is fairly smart and positively thrives on using his perceptions and intuition to navigate a situation on the fly with only the barebones of a plan in place. He’s secure enough to let things go and roll with the punches, because he has a deep belief that he can always find the right angle to work so he’ll come out on top. He’s tenacious and thorough, willing to put in the time to make something work and figure out how people tick. In his case, curiosity may not have killed the feline yet, but it’s still trying.
He has little fear, still believes in his own immortality, and prides himself on never refusing a dare or a challenge. While he’s not the first one to start trouble, he does have a history of being the one who goes ‘I bet it would go faster if we did this,’ or ‘here’s how we can do it and not get caught.’ He’s got the curiosity of a cat and a sense of adventure, and generally attracts people who will let him indulge his love of both.
If he were willing to work at it, Murray could develop his good points. He knows how to be caring and attentive to lovers, amiable and generous with friends, and respectful to those in authority. But there’s no telling what kind of event it might take to get him to think beyond himself.
History:
Yes, Murray is decidedly old for a recruit. Why is that? I’m glad you asked.
Murray Davenport was born to one of the oldest military lines in the FSP, studded with Admiralty aplenty. So long as there’s been a Fleet, family legend goes, there’s been a Davenport commanding at least one ship in it. He showed promise as a youth, scoring highly on his physical and academic testing. He built a sprawling web of connections among his peers and very few could claim to actively dislike the young man.
The first signs of trouble appeared during his tenure at the Academy, where unsubstantiated rumor that he hadn’t exactly earned the old-fashioned way culminated in a massive cheating scandal that rocked the Academy and saw ten cadets dismissed in disgrace and another twenty receiving official reprimands of some degree. Nothing was even proved of Murray’s involvement (though gossip among his peers would paint him the ringleader) and his family urged the review board to conclude the incident swiftly, so that the remaining cadets could move on to bigger and brighter futures.
Murray’s future moved on smoothly enough. His superiors reported him to be a bright and biddable young man, despite the odd grumble from his fellow recruits, and his supply Sergeant took the lad under his wing. Murray had spectacular organizational skills, a well-developed memory, and could generally be counted on to be able to find a connection that would gift him with any particularly hard-to-find items that the ship required.
It turned out that there was a reason the units around them were perennially short on important items. Murry, his Sergeant and three others were implicated for participating in the black market, selling military “surplus” to civilian clients for big profits. Officers all the way up the food chain, including his Captain, were also found to have taken bribes to look the other way on this business. He hadn’t been able to hide his tracks this time, though, and it looked to be an embarrassing end to a barely-started career for the Davenport scion.
His powerful family interceded for him, eager to salvage their wayward lamb (or perhaps simply to preserve their good name). He had obviously fallen victim to bad influences and a neglectful captain, the Admiralty concluded, and thus required re-education. He would be assigned to the Amherst, a small ship with a solid captain, and serve his time as a Recruit all over again. He’d be forbidden the Supply Technician path that had so tempted him last time and hopefully learn duty and morality under Captain Sanders’ strict standards. With a fighting unit.
…Pern might actually be the best thing that could have happened to him, in retrospect. If he can get past the trauma of: the Ovoid-That-Ate-Everything, the horrific crash that resulted from the incident, the random deadly rain and living among a herd of Civilian for the first time ever.
Dragon
Name: Partoth
Colour: Bronze
Hatching date: 10.8.28
It doesn’t seem like it should be a big deal, but there’s a weight of expectation that Partoth never asked for after being the first to hatch. True, he does seem to set the standard in perfect conformation; he is the type of flying and fighting machine they were all hoping for, especially compared to some of the others in the group. At least, this will be what it seems like out of the shell and he will end up going through some very awkward stages of growth that might be off-putting. In the end he’ll settle into being a somewhat gangling and skinny dragon that’s actually a bit smaller than the average of his colour.
And yet, there will be an interesting level of power to this bronze. Out of all of the males he will have the strongest will to stand against the golds, though he’s rare to show this defiance. If he’s going to fight it’s in the defence of friends or those weaker and because it’s the right thing to do. More than anything he’s a good dragon. He always has the interests of everyone at heart and will strive to do the right thing. He may not always succeed or make the right choice and he has a strong temper that rears its head sometimes, but his intentions are in the right place.
Then, he will really show his capabilities once he gets into the skies. All dragons are born to fly, of course, but Partoth will have such a natural grace and ease in the air that it’s like he doesn’t even need to try. He’ll have the spacial awareness to catch Thread that many would miss and a deadly accurate flame.