Classified Information

Name: Solomon Dane Moore
Codename: Pending
Class: Intel

General Information

DOB: 27/12/2070
Sex: Male
Nationality: English
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 197 lbs

Character Analysis

Personality: In the simplest of terms, Dane is an asshole misunderstood. He can be arrogant, abrasive, and rub people the wrong way quite easily. It also doesn't help that he gets irritated on various different levels with people on a daily basis. He has an impeccable work ethic and has the remarkable ability to completely detach himself from any situation and make the call that works for the greater good, even if it makes him the asshole. He honestly doesn't care what others think about him, and works for tomorrow instead of today. He is generally quiet and self-kept, not really one to lose his composure in any way. He has really good self control and treats almost everything in life as if it were a business deal.

His good traits often turn out to be his bad ones as well. Though his attention to detail and pain-in-the-ass meticulous nature makes him a great administrative asset, it doesn't do so well when it comes to ensuring him a good social life. Dane has never minded too much, though. He finds that most people don't exactly live up to his incredibly high standards and he gets annoyed with them more often than not, that and he has an awkward hard-on for how much more neat and orderly paperwork and numbers are than people. Yeah, yeah, I know. Dane's a total weirdo, but he's honestly not that bad. He's just... That awkward stick-in-the-mud who doesn't know how to let go of his uptight nature. He just needs someone who can teach him how to have fun and survive that process.

History: Dane didn't have the best childhood-- But then again, in this day and age, who really did? His father was an overly strict ex-military man, and his mother was a woman with a soft spot for narcotics. It seemed as though his father did everything in his power to make sure his mother got clean, while his mother did everything in her power to make sure she didn't. Everyday was a constant struggle, everyday was a new challenge. It toughened him up, taught him to be objective and detached, even to those you were supposed to love. Then everything changed. His mother got pregnant, got clean, and all seemed well at home. June 10th, 2076 was the day that Dane fell in love with a small bundle of joy that he swore to protect with his life-- even though he was only seven. He went above and beyond what an older brother should have been, often taking over his parent's job of teaching her how do to a lot of things... Like riding a bike, or learning the difference between right and wrong... All of his efforts couldn't stop history from repeating itself, and dragging his sister down with it. See, Michele was mommy's little angel. Everything mommy did, she did. When she was 10 years old, mommy relapsed, and Michele was introduced to a world of drugs.

Once Dane's father realized what happened, there were no second chances. He didn't wait a single second to pack up and leave his seventeen year old son with the burden of caring for his drug-addict mother and sister. Without anyone there to control her, his mother overdosed. So here was Dane, 20 and now a 13 year old's father figure. He went through the next 6 years clinging to the idea that he could save her from herself, their past, and the world. For the most part it worked, five years down the road and Michele was clean, settling into her new job with ease. They shared a living space and lived happily, depending on only each other. It was them against the world...

And then one day, Michele never came home from work.

He drove himself into the ground searching for her, but with no success. He refused to give up, knowing that she wouldn't just up and leave despite claims that she'd gone back to her junkie ways and ran off with the first pimp who gave her a good taste of smack. Not his Michele, not his sister. He refused to believe it and continued to search until eventually, his search led him to Novak Industries... Bringing him one step closer to Michele... and revenge.

Positive Traits: Disciplined, attentive, intelligent, hard-working, honest, unbiased.
Negative Traits: Too detail oriented, honest, tactless, abrasive, cold demeanor.
Likes: Organization, music, cloudy days, modern designs, not you.
Dislikes: Disorder and chaos, uncleanliness, laziness, probably you.

Additional Information

● He loathes being called Solomon. Call him that and you will die. Very painfully.
● Only his family and Papaya know that his first name is Solomon and not Dane.
● He has a tendency to be an overly-meticulous, super-organized, neat-freak.
● He doesn't like messes, or messy people. Both in appearance and habits.
● That being said, Dane is always well groomed and dressed. No exceptions.
● He isn't too fond of pets or children. He thinks they lack discipline and are messy.
● He's cold and calculating and has no problem being the bad guy if it serves the greater good.
● He has a really high pain tolerance and doesn't know how to stay down, even when wounded.
● He has a sweet tooth for Watermelon and Cherry Jolly Ranchers, though he'll never admit it.
● He's probably not the best person to get into a romantic relationship with... Just saying...
● But that does't mean sexual ones are off limits. Ohhhh, yeaaaah! ;'D

Prompt Response

Your character has just been given their room assignment. This means it is also time for them to meet their new roommate. Show them reacting to, in their eyes, the world's worst roommate.

He could already see there was going to be a problem here. The room seemed to divided down the middle, a perfectly drawn line between cleanliness and disorder. He didn't think it possible for someone to make any living space look like this in only five minutes, but this stranger had done it. He made crisp and clean, unused room look as though it had been lived in for years. There were clothes strewn about, most of them dirty and smelling of disgusting body-odor and week old food. How was this even possible? Five minutes is not the equivalent of five months, weeks, or even days! The words his roommate spoke fell on deaf ears as Dane looked around the room, taking in the atrocity of the situation he was forced to be apart of. Maybe there was some way for him to ask to be relocated?

He flinched and swatted a hand away from his shoulder as his roommate obviously grew tired of not getting an answer to whatever question it was he asked and deemed it acceptable to physically disturb him. He looked down at his jacket and frowned when he saw the man's bright-orange fingerprints on his sweater. "You've got to be bloody joking..." Dane then looked sharply at his roommate, "Do not touch me. Ever."

He watched in both horror and disgust as this vile creature went after his suitcase with the intent of going through it like he had permission, like they had been friends forever and he just had the right to go through and touch whatever he wanted with those grimy, cheetos-covered hands! Dane stopped him with a simple movement of his hands, knocking him back and away from his things. He couldn't believe this. The situation was so absurd that---

"You know, you have a really nice skin." The voice suddenly spoke, his roommate's hand was on his chin. Obviously flat out instructions, implied ones, and slight force weren't enough to get through to this kid. That was fine, it had been a while since he had a constructive way of dealing with his anger.


Solomon Dane Moore © *noxSOMNIUM