Post by Devon on Apr 25, 2018 22:59:35 GMT -5
Name: Devon Pratt
Age: 31
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Theseus
Occupation: Animal behaviorist, paleo-geneticist
Physical Description: One might call her attire tomboyish, if they didn’t know Devon spent most of her days with mostly wild and stinky creatures on a daily basis. Dusty blonde hair reaches down well past her shoulders, though Devon usually wears it up in a high ponytail, save for the curl of bangs reaching down into her blue eyes. She’s tall, standing close to 5’8”and usually wears something comfortable and sensible for her job. Her typical garb is a tank top with a long-sleeved, button-up shirt over the top to ward off much of the insect-life in her swampy abode. A bandana is usually tied around her neck. She’s prone to belted khaki shorts or leggings. Or both, depending on the weather. Black sneakers complete her outfit, and there’s not much of her clothing that doesn’t have some kind of stain or tear to it, based on the pure physical nature of her job. Along with that, Devon’s toned figure hints at her work. She’s fit, slender beneath the muscle, and her skin is tanned just enough to hint at the outside nature of her job.
Face Claim: Blake Lively
Mentality: Devon’s work is her passion, and her animal behaviorist role has taken her whole heart. She honestly seems to care more for the subjects she studies than for people around her, and she’s been prodded at and laughed at many times for her lack of relationships outside of work. She would much rather spend an evening in one of the pens, studying and interacting with one of the animals on this new world, than gallivanting about with the rest of the science community. She’s passionate about much, completely enamored by the living animals she works with, and fascinated by what the genetic code might tell them. She’s not anti-social, necessarily, but everyone has to be just a little bit less of a people person to sign up to live off-world in an experimental venture. She will defend her animals until the end, and her stubbornness and ethics often lead to colorful disputes over technique.
History: Devon’s experience in the field of paleo-genetics was originally what drew her to the Prometheus Project. The study itself was small and obscure, barely even delved into by Devon in her early 20s, as she struggled through her master’s degree and toward an eventual doctorate. On a dying earth, strained for resources, the idea of reviving long-dead animal species was laughable, at best. Certainly a field of study, but nothing Devon would ever truly impart upon the world. The world had too few resources as it was – more animals would compound the problem.
She fell into zoology as an additional background, and for a lack of job availability in her own field, began to work at one of the few places on earth that actually housed the remainder of the animals. With relics like the elephant and tiger long gone, Devon took to monitoring behavior attributes of the remaining large animals, the hardy ones, and, though she enjoyed the work, felt a certain melancholy for the dying world and the life that never would be.
The Prometheus project offered research, and a possibility of helping species to survive where they might fall into the extinction she’d studied for so long. And though her work as a zoologist would certainly benefit the teams, it was her genetic background that really landed her the position. She jumped at the opportunity to possibly have a chance to use her research, falling into the sleep and not waking until one of the later rounds as the ARC ships settled on the new world. Many other zoologists had been in the project, often with more seniority and time involved in the field than Devon had fielded. But it was the later time, after initial colonization and understanding of the world that Devon’s unique field would come into play.
Because many of the creatures around Theseus failed to match any behavior anticipated by the zoologists. And even with the energy walls in place, the team couldn’t begin to get a grasp on the enormity of their project at hand. Devon was awoken in one of the later rounds, in part, to fulfill a need for bodies, and in part, to fulfill her specific background knowledge of genetics to sort out just what creatures they were dealing with and just how they might be able to co-exist peacefully on their new world.
Devon currently works and lives at Theseus, not only continuing her genetic research with living samples in comparison to the bones of her old world, but she’s picked up a behaviorist role in dealing with some of the more unruly creatures afoot.
Additional Information: Devon has several key animal species that she works with on a regular basis, and several specific individuals within those species that she had bonded with as a trainer and observer.
Writing Submission:
“Everything’s the same, really. Everywhere. Even here.” Devon tapped the edge of her screen with a pencil, reading the words of the genetic sequence laid out before her. It wasn’t complete – clearly. Oh, this was only a small strand, a sample taken from one of the living projects they’d come to study within the facility at Theseus. And while the majority of her work consisted of actually working with those animals and understanding their behaviors, Devon found herself the rare moment to bask in the genetic field she’d come to love.
She glanced back over her shoulder to the other scientist, a tall man with short, wiry hair. “They’re not fundamentally different from any creatures we would have seen back home. I mean, different species, certainly. Different evolutionary lines. But even that.. see, that bit there? A bit of tweaking, and it could easily mimic one of the ancient rhinos back home.” Her eyes lit with delight at the implications.
The results really were stunning, and she hoped to have more time to study them over the next few weeks. But things had been busy, and with a chill in the air, the beasts around had come closer for a glance into the facility beyond the protective shielding. They couldn’t get through. They generally never did, but there had been accidents. Slip-ups. Everyone had been on high alert as of late, and even the beasts within the compound, seemingly happy within their enclosures, had grown restless. This might be her only reprieve for some time.
“Do you see what this means, then?” she finally asked, and the man nodded, not nearly as enthusiastic as her. Devon plowed forward, regardless. “It means that, fundamentally, we’re all made of the same stuff. At least, the animals. But even within our own genetic makeup, our own DNA, we have similarities to animals. It leads to questions of whether the Earth may have been populated from the same stardust that populated planets far away like this. And that life… well, fundamentally, that life all comes from one single source-…”
”Doctor Pratt?” A voice sounded from the doorway, cutting her off, and Devon looked up, just a little disappointment in her eyes at the interruption. ”I’m sorry, but we need you at the pens. Rudy is acting up again.”
Devon sighed, pushing back some loose strands of her blonde hair, as she shut off the screen and pushed herself back to her feet. “He always does. Tell them I’m on my way.”
Age: 31
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Theseus
Occupation: Animal behaviorist, paleo-geneticist
Physical Description: One might call her attire tomboyish, if they didn’t know Devon spent most of her days with mostly wild and stinky creatures on a daily basis. Dusty blonde hair reaches down well past her shoulders, though Devon usually wears it up in a high ponytail, save for the curl of bangs reaching down into her blue eyes. She’s tall, standing close to 5’8”and usually wears something comfortable and sensible for her job. Her typical garb is a tank top with a long-sleeved, button-up shirt over the top to ward off much of the insect-life in her swampy abode. A bandana is usually tied around her neck. She’s prone to belted khaki shorts or leggings. Or both, depending on the weather. Black sneakers complete her outfit, and there’s not much of her clothing that doesn’t have some kind of stain or tear to it, based on the pure physical nature of her job. Along with that, Devon’s toned figure hints at her work. She’s fit, slender beneath the muscle, and her skin is tanned just enough to hint at the outside nature of her job.
Face Claim: Blake Lively
Mentality: Devon’s work is her passion, and her animal behaviorist role has taken her whole heart. She honestly seems to care more for the subjects she studies than for people around her, and she’s been prodded at and laughed at many times for her lack of relationships outside of work. She would much rather spend an evening in one of the pens, studying and interacting with one of the animals on this new world, than gallivanting about with the rest of the science community. She’s passionate about much, completely enamored by the living animals she works with, and fascinated by what the genetic code might tell them. She’s not anti-social, necessarily, but everyone has to be just a little bit less of a people person to sign up to live off-world in an experimental venture. She will defend her animals until the end, and her stubbornness and ethics often lead to colorful disputes over technique.
History: Devon’s experience in the field of paleo-genetics was originally what drew her to the Prometheus Project. The study itself was small and obscure, barely even delved into by Devon in her early 20s, as she struggled through her master’s degree and toward an eventual doctorate. On a dying earth, strained for resources, the idea of reviving long-dead animal species was laughable, at best. Certainly a field of study, but nothing Devon would ever truly impart upon the world. The world had too few resources as it was – more animals would compound the problem.
She fell into zoology as an additional background, and for a lack of job availability in her own field, began to work at one of the few places on earth that actually housed the remainder of the animals. With relics like the elephant and tiger long gone, Devon took to monitoring behavior attributes of the remaining large animals, the hardy ones, and, though she enjoyed the work, felt a certain melancholy for the dying world and the life that never would be.
The Prometheus project offered research, and a possibility of helping species to survive where they might fall into the extinction she’d studied for so long. And though her work as a zoologist would certainly benefit the teams, it was her genetic background that really landed her the position. She jumped at the opportunity to possibly have a chance to use her research, falling into the sleep and not waking until one of the later rounds as the ARC ships settled on the new world. Many other zoologists had been in the project, often with more seniority and time involved in the field than Devon had fielded. But it was the later time, after initial colonization and understanding of the world that Devon’s unique field would come into play.
Because many of the creatures around Theseus failed to match any behavior anticipated by the zoologists. And even with the energy walls in place, the team couldn’t begin to get a grasp on the enormity of their project at hand. Devon was awoken in one of the later rounds, in part, to fulfill a need for bodies, and in part, to fulfill her specific background knowledge of genetics to sort out just what creatures they were dealing with and just how they might be able to co-exist peacefully on their new world.
Devon currently works and lives at Theseus, not only continuing her genetic research with living samples in comparison to the bones of her old world, but she’s picked up a behaviorist role in dealing with some of the more unruly creatures afoot.
Additional Information: Devon has several key animal species that she works with on a regular basis, and several specific individuals within those species that she had bonded with as a trainer and observer.
Writing Submission:
“Everything’s the same, really. Everywhere. Even here.” Devon tapped the edge of her screen with a pencil, reading the words of the genetic sequence laid out before her. It wasn’t complete – clearly. Oh, this was only a small strand, a sample taken from one of the living projects they’d come to study within the facility at Theseus. And while the majority of her work consisted of actually working with those animals and understanding their behaviors, Devon found herself the rare moment to bask in the genetic field she’d come to love.
She glanced back over her shoulder to the other scientist, a tall man with short, wiry hair. “They’re not fundamentally different from any creatures we would have seen back home. I mean, different species, certainly. Different evolutionary lines. But even that.. see, that bit there? A bit of tweaking, and it could easily mimic one of the ancient rhinos back home.” Her eyes lit with delight at the implications.
The results really were stunning, and she hoped to have more time to study them over the next few weeks. But things had been busy, and with a chill in the air, the beasts around had come closer for a glance into the facility beyond the protective shielding. They couldn’t get through. They generally never did, but there had been accidents. Slip-ups. Everyone had been on high alert as of late, and even the beasts within the compound, seemingly happy within their enclosures, had grown restless. This might be her only reprieve for some time.
“Do you see what this means, then?” she finally asked, and the man nodded, not nearly as enthusiastic as her. Devon plowed forward, regardless. “It means that, fundamentally, we’re all made of the same stuff. At least, the animals. But even within our own genetic makeup, our own DNA, we have similarities to animals. It leads to questions of whether the Earth may have been populated from the same stardust that populated planets far away like this. And that life… well, fundamentally, that life all comes from one single source-…”
”Doctor Pratt?” A voice sounded from the doorway, cutting her off, and Devon looked up, just a little disappointment in her eyes at the interruption. ”I’m sorry, but we need you at the pens. Rudy is acting up again.”
Devon sighed, pushing back some loose strands of her blonde hair, as she shut off the screen and pushed herself back to her feet. “He always does. Tell them I’m on my way.”
