User Name/Nick: Ramen
User LJ: on file.
AIM/IM: on file
E-mail: on file
Other Characters: on file.
Character Name: Kevin Flynn.
Series: Tron!1982 version.
Age: Kevin's 33, but a young 33. He was born in 1949 and sort of rose through the usual roads of life rather quickly.
From When?: From just after RAM dies. His deal involves bring RAM back and making sure nobody else gets hurt on the grid in the course of trying to defeat the MPC.
However, Kevin wouldn't be adverse to the admiral deciding to do him an extra favor and get him the proof he needs that Dillinger stole his games, but that's another story and entirely
entirely up to the big guy.
( The Grid: A digital cluster of information. I tried to picture what it would look like... )Sample Journal Entry: [5-10 Sentences]
[There's a click and the video feed is
on and suddenly there's a young man with ruffled hair wearing a red shirt and jean jacket. Moving forward, he picks up the camera and pans it around the room. Viewers get unintentional video of a
very messy bedroom before he sets it back down and grins.]
Okay, why aren't you guys jumping up and down?
We're on a space ship. A space ship. How cool is this? I mean when the admiral guy said we were in space I thought uh...[he shrugs, exaggerated]
But here we are! [he bounces back up] Man, this is the
neatest thing I have ever seen. It ranks with Sony's trinitron monitors. And then there's this thing- [he picks up the communicator] It's user friendly
and the size of a paperweight. How
awesome is this? [he laughs] we are light years away from this back home.
Speaking of which. [He sets the camera back down with a thump] Introductions. Okay. I am. [he points at his chest] Kevin Flynn. Creator of Space Paranoids, Lightcycles, and others. Yeah,
I wrote those games, don't listen to what history tells you.
[He scratches his head] So I made a deal with the Admiral which is really kind of important. I mean lives depend on it guys. I'm not saying anyone else's deal isn't important! [he waves his hands ] I just uh-y'know-I've sort of had a really crazy 48 hours that range from finding out programs live in a different world to giant space ships....but I'll tell you about that later if you're interested.
Qualifications! [He makes an A-HA! face] I'm a doctor. Not an MD but like a...PHD. I got it in computer science and programming. The class was easy. I recommend it if bored. [he snorts] I certainly was. Greatest programmer CalTECH has ever seen gets written up for hacking the laboratory computers and changing...
[he bites his lip] yeah.
If this little guy is any indication however? I'd like to rent out my computer services. Apparently I am...
really behind on technical stuff and I want to see if I can still even navigate my way around a computer system. [he grins] Then again, it looks like a standard user interface. The monitors though are
neat So
thin.
...I think...that's it. Um. Except Admiral? Can I get a mini-fridge? If not that's totally cool. I run on coca cola.
[He frowns] Right. Okay. Uh. I'll take questions.
[There is a pause]
Hello? [he taps the device again]
I really hope I didn't break it.Sample RP: Kevin turned off his communicator and padded to the door to the barge proper, trying to sort out his impressions. He had been holding Ram before letting him gently slip through his hands as he'd crumbled into star dust and the guy had shown up.
The Guy. He couldn't even tell he was a dude. He looked like something that belonged on the Grid and didn't and...
It was fuzzy. A bad night at the arcade fuzzy, the night Lora dumped him fuzzy. He'd said the first thing that came into his head
bring Ram back because the poor guy didn't deserve a death like that. He was a user. He should have been able to do something.
Is this guy a user for m.. He didn't finish the thought as he closed the door to his room and pulled on a jacket. He changed his shoes to a pair of red converse. He studied the shoes for a moment. They were his favorite-he'd worn them to his graduation, wore them the day he'd met Lora ...
I should've won them last night. Kevin shook his head and tied the laces. He stood and stretched before straightening a few toys on his desk. He shot an angry look at the ceiling, "You'd better make sure everything goes back to normal when you put the room back."
He paused, "And that time actually stops."
It was like an intuitive sixth sense-the idea that time stopped. He knew he was in no danger, the guy wanted his help and somewhere somebody needed help. He was good at helping (always had been) and he could use all the good karma he could get if he ended up back facing the MCP. Thoughts of the MCP made him stop however. He sat back on the bed.
The MCP. A program he'd helped create that had apparently lost it's mind. He hadn't thought of it as something that would have a mind, but the computer had parts of him in it. It's cruelty and maliciousness...how much of that was him?
It's mostly Dillinger.That made him feel better. Dillinger was a scummy worm who'd be capable of doing something like oppressing thousands of computers. It might even have been a class in itself but it was a computer...
And you're on a space ship.He snorted, "Well shoot. That kind of invalidates the argument doesn't it?"
That meant programs had actual personalities. That people programmed bits of themselves, that there was no LIMIT to what a computer could accomplish. They could do anything they were told to do.
People were an entirely different matter. He'd been good with people-easy going and easy to make friends with. Sure he could be stubborn but Lora nonwithstanding...
He shook it out of his head. Straightening his jacket he hopped to his feet and opened the door. Grinning, he looked back at the neon room and shrugged his shoulders before heading out into the boat.
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