Thank the robotic gods for google maps (damn it Ornie!)

2015-01-16T17:16:14Z

Player Name: Xantox
Character's Name: Hal Emmerich
Character's username metalgearwrecks
Game Series: MGS
Link to previous app: Plus one nervous nerd
Age (If there is a change):
Dorm or Living Arrangement: Room TD-20

Canon point changes (If any): None
Additional history that happened since the last application (their history at the school before they left, what happened and caused them to return): Intending on taking a visit to the fascinating floating island above the academy, Hal happened upon a slight problem with his beloved Ornie, his little robotic ornithopter friend. A plan was made, a trajectory was set, but alas, a wrong button was pushed...

After an extremely uncomfortable number of weeks on an island in the middle of an unknown sea in a completely foreign location, Hal finally mended his troublesome automaton and returned to Smash Academy, an even more hapless form of his former self.

Personality Changes (ie, some characters grow are are different based on where they are taken from. Please write down any changes in personality compared to the first app):

In-Character 1st person sample:
[Feeling particularly nervous, Hal clumsily walks into the laboratory where he will be teaching his first robotics class of the semester]

Good morning class. My name is Professor H-hal Emmerich. Oh God.

[His palms and brow now beginning to sweat, he approaches the teaching lab bench]

T-today, I'm going to be, ah, telling you about robotics.

[Noticing that the class is paying very little attention, he begins become more nervous and a little agitated. Bits of student paraphernalia are being flung across the room. A ball of what he hopes is wet paper traveling at high velocity strikes Hal in his already extremely moist face. Not knowing how to react, he wipes his brow and continues with the class]

Now class... eh, please settle down. Let's start by going through the basic tenants of, eh, robotics.

[Just as he's about to start describing the tenants, a loud noise emanates from the other side of the wall he's standing in front of.]

Huh....

[As he turns to see what's going on, there's a loud BANG and a large crack appears in the wall. A green slime begins to seep through the wall]

HOLY....

[Hal dives under the workbench in a state of panic]

Oh no, n-not again.

[At this point, Hal is now curled up in the fetal position, urinating his trousers]

In-Character 3rd person sample:
Despite the late hour, and the fact that he has been in the lab for twenty hours straight, Hal is working like a crazy, coffee-fueled scientist in an attempt to complete his latest brain-child, the MetalGear Chef. While working on the finishing touches of the controlling program, a thought occurs to him. If he were to replace the for loop on line one hundred and twenty seven with an if statement, the efficiency of the automatonic chef would increase ten fold!

After a short while, the final touches are made to the program, and the relevant wires are connecting the robot to the controlling computer system. Hal finds his index finger hovering over the final key that needs to be pressed before the the project is initiated for the first time. As with all of his other robotic projects, Hal is feeling particularly nervous. Beads of sweat are beginning to form on the front of his brow. Finally, after a minute and a half of anticipation, he decides to push the enter key. He hears a click. Then another click. Finally, the sound of pneumatics slowly beginning to pump and motors reving up from within the robot fill Hal's ears. Chef's head lift and turns to face Hal. "How may a delight your taste buds today" says the robot, in an accent that can only be described as a monotonic drone. A smile begins to form on Hal's face, and his eyes start to well up. It's the small touches in his creations that always pluck his heart strings.

After a moment of tearful gloating, Hal looks down at his watch. Realizing that he hasn't eaten in at least ten hours, he decides that a bite to eat wouldn't be such a bad idea. As usual, he forgot to pack the sandwich that he so craftily constructed the previous morning. With this in mind, he tells Chef that he would like a ham sandwich. The words "One Hal sandwich, coming right up" drone from Chef's metallic mouth. At this point, the meat cleaver attached to Chef's right arm begins to rise. "Wait a minute", says Hal. "Did he just say a Hal sandwich???". Chef turns sharply towards his creator and lurches forward. "Oh no!". Hal swiftly turns and runs in the opposite direction. "I said ham! HAM!!!", he shouts towards the now menacing mechanical chef. "Damn you, autocorrect!"

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2014-10-03T16:26:00Z

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Application for smashacademy

2014-08-11T03:54:33Z

Out-of-Character Information

Name: Xantox
Are you over 15?: Yes
Time Zone: EST
Personal Journal: metalgearwrecks
Reliable Method of Contact: plurk
Other characters in the game:
Link to slot request if 6th, 7th slot:

Tegaki: Not required.
Anything Else?:

In-Character Information

Name: Hal Emmerich
Game/Series: MGS
Teacher/Student/Other: Teacher
Canon Point: End of MGS2
Age: 29
Grade Level/Class Taught/Job: Robotics
Dorm or Living Arrangement: Dorm

Personality: Although starting out as a cowardly computer nerd, Hal's many adventures have led him to become a braver, more grizzled, version of his former self. In spite of this, he is still an extremely nervous computer nerd, and will inevitable leave a droplette or two in his pants either during or after a particularly terrifying situation. Old habits die hard.

With an IQ of 173, Hal is both a genius and a visionary. His ultimate vision is to construct a social bridge in order to close the gap between the current state of human existence and one of a more peaceful, prosperous nature, using the media of science and engineering. Unfortunately, this vision is coupled with a dangerous naivete that has led Hal to pour his genius into the creation of some of the world's most deadly weapons of mass destruction. An unending guilt has followed Hal for a large part of his adult life because of this. Besides the guilt, Hal views himself as a person with a great burden of responsibility to bear. He recognizes that he has made some terrible mistakes, and he wants to make amends for them through whatever means possible.

Unfortunately, being surrounded by socially adept, famous people gives Hal the impression that he is also socially adept. However, coupled with his scientific and engineering genius is the complete inability of Hal to read people or understand how they function. This lack of social adeptness is derived from his sheltered existence as an engineering student at the renowned Massachusetts Institute of Technology. (At this center of excellence, engineering brilliance is born and social retardation is seemingly encouraged.) Being a devout follower of Manga and Anime certainly did not assist his social development. It is the fault of this art form that Hal only harbors physical and emotional attraction to women who either display a powerful disposition, or are 'moeblobs', with no affinity for women of an in-between disposition.

Backstory: As with most who are associated with the legendary Solid Snake, Dr. Hal Emmerich is a man of many strengths and many MANY weaknesses. Hal's life has progressed like a car along the Massachusetts Turnpike, generally in a straight line with some potholes and the occasional massive accident.

Since a young age, Hal has been an Otaku, with a deep interest in Anime robots and robotics. As a boy, he would return from school, itching to watch the latest episode of Super Bio Artillery O!! Fueled by this passion, he attained a Doctorate in Engineering with a focus on Robotics and Computer Science from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

With his background interest and visionary nature, he was recruited by the ArmsTech Corporation as part of the Metal Gear project. Although he believed that the project was one of peaceful implications, he was sorely deceived. The ultimate goal of the Metal Gear project was to build the non-detectable nuclear warhead-launching mechanoid Metal Gear REX. Despite Hal's good nature and penchant for vision, it was this team that led to the events of the Shadow Moses calamity in 2005, something that he has to contend with every waking hour of his life.

The Metal Gear project was one his his greatest regrets. However, after the Shadow Moses incident, himself and Solid Snake founded Philanthropy, an organization dedicated to the eradication of the mistakes and the resulting propagation of the Metal Gear project. In 2009, the Big Shell (a colossal and extremely dangerous derivation of Metal Gear REX) was destroyed, in no small part due to the efforts of Hal Emmerich.

In the latter half of 2014, Hal realized that he was suffering from a mild form of post-traumatic stress disorder. With the restless nights, the waking up in a pool of sweat, and the inability to function throughout the day, it was definitely time for a change. He needed a break from the life of a freedom fighter. He had heard whispers of an academy in the middle of nowhere that housed some of the most interesting books on robotics and engineering in existence. He had also heard tell of the possibility of there being an opening as a lecturer at the academy. With some luck, he would be able to take advantage of this collection, with the permission of the librarian of course. He would also be able to pass on the engineering knowledge that he has acquired over the years to a younger generation. Leaving behind his comrades in arms, he set out on a quest to find this academy and some peace.

When it comes to women, Hal has a relatively poor track record. It was his lack of social sensibility that led to his first proper sexual encounter, which was with his step mother. On discovering that this dalliance took place, his father committed suicide. During the Shadow Moses incident, the women he fell in love with was killed by his soon-to-be best friend. His step-sister, who was clearly in love with him (a fact that he was completely oblivious to) died for a cause that he believed in. It's no surprise that to this date, he has avoided intimacy with members of the fairer sex, for fear of causing anymore harm.

Hal, in a nut shell, is a genius with great vision and a knack for social incompetence. A number of decisions that he has made in the past have led to some major atrocities. Burdened by the guilt of these events, Hal has fought for many years to liberate his conscience and to make the world a safer place. Now it is time for him to retire to a quieter life, passing on the knowledge that he has used in his time as a engineer and scientist to the younger generation at Smash Academy, for the betterment of humankind.

Anything Else?:

In-Character 1st person sample: [Feeling particularly nervous, Hal clumsily walks into the laboratory where he will be teaching his first robotics class of the semester]

Good morning class. My name is Professor H-hal Emmerich. Oh God.

[His palms and brow now beginning to sweat, he approaches the teaching lab bench]

T-today, I'm going to be, ah, telling you about robotics.

[Noticing that the class is paying very little attention, he begins become more nervous and a little agitated. Bits of student paraphernalia are being flung across the room. A ball of what he hopes is wet paper traveling at high velocity strikes Hal in his already extremely moist face. Not knowing how to react, he wipes his brow and continues with the class]

Now class... eh, please settle down. Let's start by going through the basic tenants of, eh, robotics.

[Just as he's about to start describing the tenants, a loud noise emanates from the other side of the wall he's standing in front of.]

Huh....

[As he turns to see what's going on, there's a loud BANG and a large crack appears in the wall. A green slime begins to seep through the wall]

HOLY....

[Hal dives under the workbench in a state of panic]

Oh no, n-not again.

[At this point, Hal is now curled up in the fetal position, urinating his trousers]

In-Character 3rd person sample: Despite the late hour, and the fact that he has been in the lab for twenty hours straight, Hal is working like a crazy, coffee-fueled scientist in an attempt to complete his latest brain-child, the MetalGear Chef. While working on the finishing touches of the controlling program, a thought occurs to him. If he were to replace the for loop on line one hundred and twenty seven with an if statement, the efficiency of the automatonic chef would increase ten fold!

After a short while, the final touches are made to the program, and the relevant wires are connecting the robot to the controlling computer system. Hal finds his index finger hovering over the final key that needs to be pressed before the the project is initiated for the first time. As with all of his other robotic projects, Hal is feeling particularly nervous. Beads of sweat are beginning to form on the front of his brow. Finally, after a minute and a half of anticipation, he decides to push the enter key. He hears a click. Then another click. Finally, the sound of pneumatics slowly beginning to pump and motors reving up from within the robot fill Hal's ears. Chef's head lift and turns to face Hal. "How may a delight your taste buds today" says the robot, in an accent that can only be described as a monotonic drone. A smile begins to form on Hal's face, and his eyes start to well up. It's the small touches in his creations that always pluck his heart strings.

After a moment of tearful gloating, Hal looks down at his watch. Realizing that he hasn't eaten in at least ten hours, he decides that a bite to eat wouldn't be such a bad idea. As usual, he forgot to pack the sandwich that he so craftily constructed the previous morning. With this in mind, he tells Chef that he would like a ham sandwich. The words "One Hal sandwich, coming right up" drone from Chef's metallic mouth. At this point, the meat cleaver attached to Chef's right arm begins to rise. "Wait a minute", says Hal. "Did he just say a Hal sandwich???". Chef turns sharply towards his creator and lurches forward. "Oh no!". Hal swiftly turns and runs in the opposite direction. "I said ham! HAM!!!", he shouts towards the now menacing mechanical chef. "Damn you, autocorrect!"

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