Post by Evan Cross on Nov 9, 2015 7:42:54 GMT 10
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Name: Evan Matthew Cross
Nickname: None
Callsign: None
Date of Birth: December 1, 1979
For all that I can give,
Branch: Civilian
Rank: Doctor
Division: Engineering
Service Record: N/A
Promotions: N/A
Education:
- Hawthorne Elementary School (K-8)
- Beverly Hills High School (9-12)
- Harvey Mudd College – Bachelor of Science – Engineering
- Stanford University – Masters – Mechanical Engineering
- Stanford University – PhD – Mechanical Engineering
Face Claim: Sebastian Stan
Symbol of my faith in who I am,
Personality:
Personable and laid-back, but ever the rational scientist. Evan possesses a quiet, self-assured confidence. He knows his own intelligence but doesn't brag about it. Instead he performs his job with precision and skill – not because he needs to prove anything to anyone, but because he expects nothing less than the best from himself. Some might go so far as to label him a perfectionist. But Evan lives by a simple belief: if something is worth doing, it's worth doing right.
I won't let my heart control my head,
Likes:
- The never-ending search for knowledge that is science.
- Kicking back with a cold one and watching a good game of baseball or football (one of his fondest memories from his childhood is his father often taking him to see the Los Angeles Dodgers play).
- Socializing with friends.
- Getting the opportunity to return to California and visit with his family.
Dislikes:
- Having to take a time-out to clarify tech speak he already explained in perfectly good English.
- A work environment that's too stiff and professional.
- Closet intellectuals (he strongly believes that you shouldn't hide what you've got, but rather put it to good use).
- People associating with him because his parents are rich and influential.
Aims:
- Be a key part of furthering the expedition's knowledge of alien technology.
- Expanding upon the rudimentary combat training he's already received from the SGC in order to make himself more useful in the field.
Fears:
- Heights (though he's fine with flying).
Skills:
- Highly intelligent and innovative. Possesses a wealth of engineering knowledge, alongside a strong understanding of physics, and a natural knack for technology – whether he's studying existing designs or putting together an invention of his own making.
- Speaks French (took it as his foreign language in high school). It's a little rusty, but he can still get his point across.
- Data analysis. Evan has an eye for detail that lends itself well to that kind of work.
Habits:
- Has a tendency to talk himself through new technology.
- Gives stern lectures if someone untrained messes with alien technology they don't understand. Yes, it's potentially dangerous.
- Eats peanut butter when he's anxious.
- Keeps his workspace in a state of "organized clutter," as he calls it. And he can find everything just fine, thank you very much.
I keep the memory of you and me inside
Marital Status: Single
Love Interest: None
Offspring: None
Parents: David & Carolyn Cross
Siblings: Alexandra Chase, Mikaela Michaels
Fulfil your destiny,
Is there within the child,
History:
Born on a warm December evening in Beverly Hills, California, Evan grew up the youngest of the three Cross children. His family was an extremely wealthy one, his father being the CEO of Cross Consolidated (a large, multi-national conglomerate headquartered in nearby Los Angeles), while his mother stayed at home to raise him and his sisters.
Always the diligent student, Evan excelled at his studies with math and science coming especially easy. Taking things apart to figure out how they work held a special sort of fascination for him, but he was bound and determined to solve the finer mysteries of ordinary household appliances. Certainly, his parents did nothing to discourage his interest in science and everything to encourage it, though it meant replacing a whole slew of electronics and toys.
As Evan got older what had been an intense curiosity had become a real passion. Although friends told him that science was for geeks, by the time he'd graduated from Beverly Hills High School, his mind was already made up and he wasted no time in seeing his dreams come to fruition.
He selected Harvey Mudd College for its ability to produce well-rounded engineers as part of its general engineering program, which focused on subjects such as continuum mechanics, materials science, electrical engineering, chemical engineering and computer engineering. And four years later, he walked across the stage to receive his bachelors degree. It wouldn't be the last time he received a diploma.
Studying at Stanford University for his postgraduate work in mechanical engineering, Evan would also begin an internship at NASA's nearby Ames Research Center. His dissertation was considered to be particularly brilliant and brought with it continued interest from a number of private sector research and development corporations hoping to pry him away from his father's company – a futile effort, though he did bask in the attention.
His blossoming young career was marked by work at Cross Consolidated until someone with ties to Doctor Leland Fairchild (the SGC's head of engineering) read Evan's thesis and, recognizing the work as building upon Leland's, passed the paper on to him. His own ideas were good, good enough that Leland did some checking into him. Evan, he noted with strong interest, possessed a strong aptitude for technology. So, going through the appropriate channels, Leland secured Evan an invitation to a scientific conference, where the SGC would begin to court him.
After receiving an invitation to the symposium, Evan took a couple of personal days that would change his life. He attended the conference where the "latest" technologies – but were, in fact, flawed designs of advanced alien technologies – were being showcased to the public. Following the presentation, Evan was approached by Doctor Bill Lee and the two got to talking about one of the weapons shown earlier that morning and Evan discussed its design, describing in great detail what he would have done instead.
Lee, on behalf of the SGC, presented Evan with a job offer. But Evan was cautious about the deep space radar telemetry program out of Cheyenne Mountain. He appreciated the offer, but he had to decline.
A week later, he was once again approached by the SGC, but with a different offer. If Evan signed on the dotted line, he could see exactly what he'd be doing and who he'd be working with. If he wasn't 100% convinced, he could go back to work for Cross Consolidated, no strings attached.
It wasn't until after he signed the non-disclosure agreement and showed up for his meet-and-greet did he discover there was a lot more "deep space" than "radar telemetry" happening under Cheyenne Mountain.
Evan was tapped as a recent addition to the Vedas expedition. Leaving behind his lab position at the SGC, he arrived in the distant Vedic galaxy aboard the USS Aeneid.
The king of hearts, the joker's wild,
The heartbreaker being this face is Rob and I hail from the United States of America
I have been RPing for 10? Years
I agree with the TOS and the Site rules.
Every ounce of me must see it through,
Role Play Sample:
Evan couldn't help but sigh, as the elevator began its gradual descent. Trying to talk to this Lieutenant Colonel Donovan was like pulling teeth. If he was fortunate enough to actually get a response, it was some variation of 'I'm not authorized to answer that.' The rest of the time was punctuated by long, uncomfortable silence. Frustrating, to say the least. Certainly, Evan had been promised answers – the type of work he'd be doing and the people he'd be working with – and the longer this stretched on the more curious he became. And that meant more questions. You couldn't blame a guy for trying. He tried again.
"Quite the security you have here. For a... 'deep space radar telemetry program,' was it?" Because between the heavy SF presence maintaining their vigilant guard over the Cheyenne Mountain facility to what looked like prototype scanners and detecting equipment back at the checkpoints, that just had to be completely excessive for any operation handling data transmitted back to Earth. Right? A thin, almost mischievous, smile played at his lips. "I mean – what? Are you keeping aliens down here? I thought that was supposed to be Area 51."
The numbers continued to tick past – 20, 21, 22 – before settling on 27. As the doors opened, Lieutenant Colonel Donovan proceeded to lead him down the hallway. "So, on a scale of one to ten, one being spot-on, how close am I?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not–"
"Permitted to answer that. No. Of course you're not."
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