{Forgotten heir} -- One x One with Dameron

[Spock and Kirk]

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗...

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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This is a role play between myself and Dameron
Please don't post unless one of us or a mod
Thank you!

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[Spock and Kirk]

With a thousand lies and a good disguise

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You're gonna go far kid.
Dᴏʀɪᴀɴ Cʟᴀʀᴋᴇ

Fc: jake short

☛Trained in hand to hand
combat
☛Speaks Hindi

see the lightning in your eyes
see him them running,
for his life their lives

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Dorian rarely speaks about his
past in truth for multiple reasons.
However he will spill bits and
pieces through lies. He grew up
in a dysfunctional household, his
mother leaving his less than
adequate father to care for him.
He lost said mother at the age of
14 to a work related accident.
This however was the same year
that he graduated high school
entering Harvard university. His
father often left him at home
alone while he was away working
trying to settle deals with
clients overseas. His father also
passed away in a work related
accident leaving him orphaned
at 17. He hopes to gain his PHD
in Molecular biology. Since he's
in his first year of Graduate school,
he is well on his way to achieving
this and taking over his fathers
business along the way.

☛ Skilled with throwing
knives

Charismatic, charming,
Power hungry, manipulative
are just some of the words
that his classmates have used
to describe Dorian. He was
diagnosed as a Psychopath
just as he entered
University. He often shows
little remorse towards
people and the emotion
that he does show is in
attempts to fit in to
the societal norm. He
is an oddball who often
comes across as slightly
egotistic. He can be
quite caring when you
get to his core, but
he rarely shows this to
anyone because of
this troubled past and
a need to keep his issues
to himself

☛ Pale
☛ inhumanly green eyes
☛ Black hair ☛ 6' 1"
☛ 20
☛ Bisexual

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhit em right between the eyes. Hit em' right between the eyes.

[danheng]

meet casanova, the only reason bee
wants to join the mission to evacuate the park.
nova is the last of her kind, an omivorous, jagged-toothed
bird-related species of dinosaur that functions in independent
packs. nova survived alongside two brothers, that
were killed in the indominus incident. bee is deeply
attached to nova, despite the fact that nova's wounded
her on many occasions. they share a level of respect
that one might consider... dynamic.

[[ beatrice torres ]]
22 - 5'2'' - female - pansexual
• former air force cadet, discharged
due to mild bpd and a misdemeanor
that lead to an aggressive fight with her
peers.
• went back to college to study animal
biology and archaelogy, became enthralled
with animal behavioralism and dynamic.
• she was outstanding in her field, but
known to endanger coworkers with her
emotional outbursts and lack of anger
management.
• ingen picked her up as a consultant
on their packs, and bee became attached
to a particular pack of troodons.
• after working in close contact with the
hatchlings, she reached out to her superiors
for a job more hands-on.
• she qualified for handler and has worked
closely with the troodon pack ever since.

[Spock and Kirk]

☛ --------Dᴏʀɪᴀɴ Cʟᴀʀᴋᴇ
"Fate has a way, of playing games/And i've been keeping score"
xxxxxxxxxxx~K flay
xxxxxxxyeexxxxxx||Male|| Grad student ||

xxxI never looked forward to having to do the interviews. I was the last person in the world I figured that they would ask to have to go through the hundreds of applications of handlers from the old park trying to get the herds that they raised out of there. They all knew the endgame. The fact that the park was being blown to bits. What shocked me the most is how much people cared about creatures that weren't even supposed to be here in the first place. The last interview was a bore, the caretaker even started sobbing half way through. They are just animals, I don't understand why people get to attached to them in the first place. Call me cold hearted, but thats the way I have always been. I suppose I am more attached to Kroor then anyone else would be. But he spends every second with me, eating, working out, running , everything done by my side. I suppose that is a different story.

xxxI was thankful for whomever suggested that instead of having no set time limit for these interviews that we made them twenty minuets tops so that people would get shown out after their time allotted. I checked the clock as the handler was shown out of the room. One more before I had a break. Finally, I could have some breathing room. Away from people begging me to save their species for this reason and that. I have a feeling that no one is really going to win me over. We can only save eleven, most of those being carnivores because of how much rarer they are to find in the wild. Some peace of me hated to see all of those assets killed off, but what needed to happen happened. I grabbed my clip board from my desk setting my fountain pen down on the desk. I am not sure why I am partial to using that sort of pen, most have called me out dated.

xxx I stood up straightening my shirt a little bit as it had become untucked by sitting at the desk all morning. I had also run out of the coffee that I had. It was not doing the job that I wished it was doing. I stepped out of the office turning the knob of the door slowly. I was glad to see that there was only one person outside the office in the waiting room. She appeared to be sound of mind, maybe finally there would be someone who would give me a good argument for why we should save her species of dinosaur. I looked down the list until I found her name. "Miss Beatrice Torres?" I called out. However I am certain that there would be no question about her identity. No one else was around.

[danheng]

[[ beatrice 'bee' torres ]]

she'd had enough of the waiting. she'd gone weeks without a word of update on the state of her pending request to save the last of the troodon pack, and finally was called in only to sit in the waiting room of a dull-looking office for over an hour. she was tired of the lack of action. knowing that every moment that passed by was another moment casanova was in danger, alone on that damned island. hell, bee didn't even know if nova was still alive out there. she was a smart creature, but small and incapable of defending herself against predators any bigger than her. she was prey to the carnivores of the island, at the mercy of their jaws.

bee was deep in thought when a voice cut through the quiet. she blinked, looked up. she hadn't even noticed the crowded lobby slowly empty, until it was just her. her, and the interviewer, a man peering out of the officer with a clipboard in his hands, looking a little exhausted- like he'd rather be anywhere else, and bee couldn't blame him. but that was not why she was here. she was here to save nova- and she would make a hell of a case, and a hell of an argument.

bee raised her head and stood, grabbing the messenger bag she had formerly had strapped across her chest and stepping forward to join the man in the office. he was notably taller than her, bee estimated maybe by a foot, and had a tired demeanor about him. she wondered, to herself of course, what he'd done before the island fell. if he was a handler, like her, or one of the scientists, or some arrogant higher-up that couldn't care less about the well-being of the species that roamed that island. bee could only hope he had an ounce of sympathy in him for the forgotten ones- the ones like casanova.

"before you say anything," bee spoke flatly as she neared him. "I want you to know I'm not leaving this office until you save my damn dinosaur." make an impression. let him know what she was here to do, and that she would do it. it was the only way she'd have it.

[Spock and Kirk]

☛ --------Dᴏʀɪᴀɴ Cʟᴀʀᴋᴇ
"Fate has a way, of playing games/And i've been keeping score"
xxxxxxxxxxx~K flay
xxxxxxxyeexxxxxx||Male|| Grad student ||

xxxNow, what I had expected was another person having to choke back tears as they explained why they wanted their species saved. Either that or they were some intern that the person had sent and they were clearly reading from a reversed script. Not really showing any sort of care for the animal whatsoever. What I had been given from this person was not at all what I was expecting. My eyebrows raised in surprise when she came at me with her comment, almost as though she were afraid of nothing. Something that I admired in another person, I suppose it was because of my ongoing irrational fears of things that I thought about far too much for my own liking.

xxxShe stormed into the room as though she were carrying a thundercloud behind her. One that struck down bolts of determination showing me just how much I should care. My surprise changed to an almost flirtatious smirk as she crossed into the room her hair flowing behind her like some kind of a dark cloud being carried by the winds of life. I kicked myself for being so poetic, I suppose it was the lack of sleep and my deprivation of coffee. I haven't been allowed a break until after this interview. "Noted" I responded trying to throw back a response that seemed professional and calm. The undertone was anything but that however.

xxxI crossed back to my desk feeling myself begin to tap the clipboard with some sort of nervousness. Why may I ask was I nervous? Probably how struck I found myself by the attitude of this applicant. She clearly more than cared about what she was here to do, she made me feel as though I should get up and fly to the island right now. Despite it being the last thing I wanted to do, the last time that I had been there it was for a reason that I barely thought about. I sat down and gestured for her to do the same. "Please, if you are going to be here for a while you may as well get comfortable" I said trying to keep my voice calm but it was far more difficult than I had figured. "Now, which species are you here to represent?". I picked up my pen dipping it in the inkwell that I had sitting on my desk as I opened the nearly full notebook writing her name in my handwriting at the top.

[danheng]

[[ beatrice 'bee' torres ]]

she didn't hesitate as she passed him, turning just slightly as he gestured to the seat and took his own. bee followed suit, setting down her bag and leaning over to pull out the file folder, letting it fall with a light thwap against the desk before crossing her arms over her chest. she took note of the pen in his hand, old-fashioned looking, odd. bee didn't know many people who used an inkwell to write, nor carried around a worn-looking notebook that seemed full of an inked nexus of words. then again, not many people carried a great amount of passion for a formerly extinct species of dinosaur.

"troodon." bee responded, leaning forward to flip open the folder and present the interviewer with three photographs. "that was amoretti," she placed one finger down on the left-hand-side photograph, nails bitten anxiously to the quick- an awful habit of hers. "his brother, desio," she shifted her hand to the photograph to the right, where a nearly identical looking creature was pictured. small, feathery, white with striking blue beneath the fluff of wings. "they died in the indominus incident. this is the oldest, casanova." her voice took a sharp turn, faltering and softening as she slowly moved to point to the center image, and her deep brown gaze flicked up to dorian. "she's the last of her kind. I'm getting her off of that island."

[Spock and Kirk]

☛ --------Dᴏʀɪᴀɴ Cʟᴀʀᴋᴇ
"Fate has a way, of playing games/And i've been keeping score"
xxxxxxxxxxx~K flay
xxxxxxxyeexxxxxx||Male|| Grad student ||

xxxBeatrice was very determined. The way that she spoke about the feathered dinosaurs as though they were her own family. Others had done this of course, they all got attached to their animals that they were chosen to be caretakers for. But there was just something else about her. There must be something else that makes her tick. Something that makes her so determined to get them off the island before it was bound to explode. I could see her studying my pen. I ended up allowing a few blots of ink to drop onto the paper though my own inobservance of what I was doing.

xxxI then realized that I had never introduced myself. I didn't bother with the others as they were free to read the name plate on my desk. I kept it far in the corner as it was irritating to me when people knew my name out me introducing myself. I shook the thoughts form my mind looking back at the one who was pointing to the small dinosaurs in the image. I assumed that they were small by the foliage around them. I was also curious as to when she took these pictures. I paused for a second, there could be a chance that they were no longer alive on the island. but first thing is first, I needed to tell her my name. "I apologize for being inconsiderate, I know your name yet you have yet to learn mine." The line was from something, Probably on the tip of my tongue and would come to me much later when it was no longer relevant "Dorian, Dorian Clarke" I spoke calmly feeling as though it would provide me with all the answers.

xxxI learned my throat wanting to change the subject, it was slightly unreasonable of me as this was the first time that I was meeting the person in front of me. "How can you be certain that she is still alive?" I am assuming that she is either a herbivore or an omnivore as the species was not on the list of those that were guaranteed to be taken off the island. Now if this is the case , which I am almost certain it is, its going to be risky sending teams trying to retrieve something that we don't even know is there.

[danheng]

[[ beatrice 'bee' torres ]]

bee paused. she had only realized when he brought it up that she never asked his name. a single glance at the nameplate could have answered that question, but in her hurry she had neglected to even bother. suddenly, bee felt a wash of embarrassment, flicking her gaze away but smiling softly as his introduction. "good to meet you, mr. clarke. call me bee." once more she looked up, feeling that something was out of the way now that they had really met.

he changed the subject swiftly, focusing back on casanova, and bee took in a breath. "I know her." she tried to mask the air of defensiveness to her tone- her protectiveness for nova. "she's smart. she can survive on her own- but she won't, if she doesn't get off of that island." hell, I'll go on the evac mission, bee wanted to add, but bit her tongue- held back.

[Spock and Kirk]

☛ --------Dᴏʀɪᴀɴ Cʟᴀʀᴋᴇ
"Fate has a way, of playing games/And i've been keeping score"
xxxxxxxxxxx~K flay
xxxxxxxyeexxxxxx||Male|| Grad student ||

xxxShe called me by my last name. Which seemed to make sense, honestly Its the usual. Everyone assumes that its what I would like to be called. It honestly couldn't be further from the truth. I just wanted to be called by my first name and nothing more. I took in a deep breath before responding with. "Please, call me Dorian." I was going to tack her name onto the last part of that but decided against it. There were better things to save that for. I allowed myself to smile a little bit but then went back to writing down a few notes. Where were mostly just scribbles that made no sense. I was so enthralled with the determined woman in front of me.

xxxShe clearly seemed to notice what her dinosaur was able to do. That she could survive on the island alone. However this still left me skeptical. Especially if an animal was used to living in a pack, its difficult to transition into being alone. however Beatrice (I was hesitant to use the nickname she suggested) seemed to believe the opposite with that. I jotted down a few more notes taking some more ink from the inkwell. "You are aware that InGen is only going to be able to save eleven species, most of them carnivores. What could your Troodon offer the company? Especially as the last of her species?" I asked. In reality I didn't care what her answer would be. I had a feeling that I had already made up my mind.