Scribble Lasirus
Solovei
Hair: Medium-brown, wavy, reaches shoulder-blades
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Roleplay: Open|Closed
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Before he became a neo-hippie retrogeek data-pirate, Vic was a series of misdirected, unwise, and downright strange decisions over the course of three generations.
At some point way before Vic was even cosmic dust in the depths of space, a 16-year-old Irish-American girl from New York gave birth to his grandfather. Said grandfather was adopted by a young couple from Seattle. His adoptive mother insisted that she wanted a son to carry on her country`s heritage, and despite the boy`s lack of any Mediterranean roots, her husband agreed. Thus Vicente Salvarani came into the world.
Vicente somehow survived the dilemma of belonging to two different immigrant populations despite looking like neither of them, and went on to become an architect, designing and overseeing buildings in the increasingly modernizing the metropolis steadily growing on the Northeastern coast of the US. Eventually he married, spent some time in a hippie commune in Oregon, married again, and fathered a daughter named Johanna. No crazy mixed lineage names for her, he thought.
After college, Johanna found herself in an arranged marriage to William Emerson, a young businessman and realtor who was rising to be one of the biggest commercial landowners in the city. Neither she nor Vicente approved of this, but the man`s health was deteriorating fast and his wife was becoming ever more commanding as his replacement as head of the house.
Johanna had two sons with William, her father`s fortune paying for most of their expenses. Vicente died mere hours after the younger son was born. Upon inspection, a clause was discovered in his will; if the boys were to get anything at all, one child must bear his name; the name his mother gave to him, to carry on the legacy.
Enter Vicente Emerson, neo-hippie retrogeek data-pirate.
Living his childhood in luxury compared to most, he and his brother attended private schools for children of affluence much like him, kids of wealthy developers or transport moguls. Thomas, older by a year and a half, would often come in at the top of his class, winning debate championships and athletic competitions. As for Vic? He was happy being the seventh or eighth, tagging along and watching his brother be great at everything he took up. Every progress report said the same thing; Vicente is an able student, but needs to make an effort to truly succeed.
By their teenage years it became apparent that the boys were headed down different roads. Thomas spent his spare time working with his dad, learning the ropes of the business he would one day take over. Vic attended a lot of parties, learned everything he could about computers, had some bad trips, dressed up as Dark Elf rangers, and generally had a great time of it all.
And the truth of it was, nobody seemed to care. Even though they acted disappointed, as parents must, neither Johanna nor William ever pushed their youngest as much as they did Tom. Tom was the good one, the responsible one, the one who would be everything they were counting on. Maybe it was even decided beforehand. Thomas Emerson... That`s the sort of name you`d want to see on a billboard. Strong name, trust-worthy name. Vicente? Get real.
Vic did in fact work for his father for two years after graduating high school. (His yearbook quote: Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. ) He now describes them as the worst two years of his life, worse even than that one time when the QuestWar12 servers went down for a week.
It was during this time however, that someone had mentioned to him an underground bunker hidden somewhere in the abandoned tunnels. The conspiracy going around was that it was a secret command center for the US government. Vic didn't care. Where others saw mystery, he saw opportunity. ,/p>
When he was 24, the work on his underground hide-out was complete. He now had a place to go, a place vastly different from the two-faced world of the city elite. Voluntarily exiling himself from his family and the upper class, he began to run an illegal data pirating operation from the bunker, exploiting security loopholes in strategic points in the city's vast wireless network. Soon after, he started employing kids to do most of the work for him. Runaways, drifters, penniless hackers trying to make a dollar or two from an easy job - eventually the place turned into a sort of half-way house, with Vic taking over dispatch and most of the client relations.
Personality: Laid-back and levelheaded even in apparently stressful situations, Vic lets very few things bother him. It is hard to make him angry; the only arguments he's had since leaving his parent's home were about which gang they should deal with on any given day. He will try anything once, keeping an open mind and open ear about a great many things. Although he likes science, he often relies on gut feeling when making judgments about people or events.However, at his core Vic is a nerd. Plain and simple. He collects comic books, action figures, old sci-fi tapes, and all other manner of geekery. A kid at heart, he gets along well with young people and is seen mostly as the "cool uncle" type. He doesn`t hide his hobbies, and like many nerds cannot imagine that some people aren`t into the things he likes. If you try asking him a serious question he might just quote The Matrix at you.
Abilities/Special: Vic can recite entire Star Trek episodes by heart, and dance in his underwear to techno mash-ups of said episodes. Somehow he has connections all over The City, despite rarely going outside. If the underground bunker he calls home is any indication, he's adaptable and more quick on his feet than his relaxed demeanor suggests.
