Once again I request for permission.
So let's meet the agents of RC #9001. Again.
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Agent #1 - Joseph Vladimir
Species: Human - Homo sapien sapiens
Gender: Male
Age: 20 (Born 29th April 1992)
Appearance: Joseph stands at around a hundred and eight centimetres - the average height for most people his age. He possesses black hair with a fringe that hangs over his forehead, a physical trait inherited from his father. However, his eye colour takes after his mother's - a warm brown. His choice of clothing includes a long-sleeved polo shirt in the standard PPC black, along with a grey windbreaker that has the Floater Department flash patch stitched on. He also wears dark blue jeans, along with white and black sneakers.
Personality: Joseph is a rather quiet person, preferring to wait for others to speak to him first, for he is usually too busy daydreaming or thinking. However, sometimes he does actually speak up to either remark on any strange going-ons or just communicate with shop-keepers so he can buy food.
Contrary to popular belief, Joseph actually does have a sense of humour, but rarely shows it due to his quietness. The belief that he is lacking a sense of humour comes from the fact that he takes things rather literally at times, a habit he has failed to suppress over the years. His responses to jokes are rather awkward, so he has switched to merely nodding whenever someone tries to be humourous.
Joseph also possess a rather varied taste in entertainment, being able to enjoy many different genres and series, no matter how radically different from each other they may be.
History: Joseph, as a human being that originates from the Earth of the 'Real World', lived a rather average life in a generic town somewhere in Victoria, Australia. Nothing out of the ordinary really happened to him during this time, the 'Real World' being pretty much empty of anything supernatural.
Born on the 29th of April 1992, the young man of Eastern European descent went to his local secondary college in his area of Victoria, and later went to study at university. After getting recruited by the PPC however, he decided to postpone his studies, knowing that becoming an agent would take up most of his time.
He does plan on resuming his studies at a later, unknown date however.
After a year of being an agent, he now works in the Department of Floaters, for he wishes to do a variety of things in his attempt at protecting the plot continuum.
Weapons: A Carving Knife, because it is perfectly possible to carry one around in the Real World without getting arrested, and it can be used while preparing dinner (after cleaning off the blood of Sues of course.)
Lust Objects: Nyarlathotep from Demonbane.
Fandoms: Anything that catches his interest.
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Agent #2 - Andrew Jones
Species: Human - Homo sapien sapiens
Gender: Male
Age: 19 (Born January 4 1993)
Appearance: Andrew is approximately a metre seventy-five in height; slightly shorter than his partner. He has messy reddish-brown hair, which is tied up into a ponytail. His eyes are a cloudy blue. His usual outfit consists of a standard PPC black t-shirt and navy blue jeans, but he is known to don a grey sweater at times. His Department of Floaters flash-patch is stitched onto the front of his t-shirt.
Personality: Andrew possesses a rather optimistic outlook on life, and subscribes to the theory that being positive can help one get past all the hardships. Yet he is known to be sarcastic at times, especially when he is in a grumpy mood or suffering from a lack of caffeine.
The nineteen year old is rather familiar with the Laws of Narrative, having been exposed to much fiction during his life. Yet this has lead to an annoying tendency of his, for, due to being a troper, he regularly spouts out trope names to classify those fictional elements, which gets rather irritating.
He is also prone to acting in a dramatic fashion whenever he feels like doing so.
History: Similar to his partner, Andrew was formerly a resident of the 'Real World' until his recruitment into the PPC. Much of his activities from prior to his recruitment are unknown, due to his lack of interest in talking about his past. It can be gleaned, however, from his uncaring attitude and lack of interest in the 'Real World', that he found it rather boring, which could have been a reason for him leaving immediately for the PPC.
When he first began working in the PPC, he was assigned to the Janitorial Division, and spent much of his time traveling through the halls of the HQ and cleaning the halls regularly. During this time he managed to get lost many, many times, until after getting bored of such work, he petitioned for a transfer to another department/division.
This lead to him being moved over to the Department of Floaters, where he works with his current partner.
Weapons: A long wooden stick. Possibly a broom without the fluffy thing. Good for bludgeoning things.
Lust Objects: Sen Yarizui from Ben-To
Fandoms: Random assortment of anime; Power Rangers; Star Trek; Star Wars; Stargate; Discworld; BIONICLE; Several fantasy and sci-fi series.
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Writing Sample
Andrew stared blankly at the Console of Response Centre Number 9001, watching the screen glow a sickly blue. He only had a vague idea of what he was actually trying to do, which was to stare at something for a long period of time so he would grow tired and attempt to fall asleep, allowing for a badfic to be reported so he could relieve his boredom by heading off on a mission.
Yet it had only been ten minutes since he had begun this endeavour, and he still had not fallen into the arms of Morpheus. Of course, it would be illogical to believe that he could fall asleep in such a short amount of time, but his patience was wearing thin, and he really wanted something to do.
He could try and deal with the assortment of newspaper puzzles lying on the nearby table, but he was too lazy to actually try and finish them. They weren't really his type of thing, and suited his partner more. He was rather fearful of the fact that the amount of puzzles was increasing daily, and the pile sitting on the table was slowly getting taller and taller.
The young man hoped that his partner would actually notice the puzzles and deal with them before their Response Centre became flooded with paper.
His musings were interrupted by the appearance of his aforementioned partner, who crawled out of their closet in a sleeping bag. Joseph had decided to spend a night within the closet in to obtain some sleep, and in order to avoid getting comfortable in a bed, leading to their Console alerting them to a new mission, he had come up with the idea of sleeping in an incredibly uncomfortable fashion - standing up in a sleeping bag and lying against the back of the closet.
"So," remarked Andrew as he turned to face his partner. "How was your night?"
"Neck hurts," was the reply from the other man.
"Well at least you managed to get some sleep. I can barely survive on instant coffee. Oh yeah, we're running out. Could you go get some more? Or even buy us a coffee machine?"
Joseph shook his head, and continued to shuffle along the floor in the sleeping bag towards his destination: the small fridge that lay nestled away in the opposite corner of the response centre from the closet. It was a rather strange sight, seeing a young man crawl determinedly across the generic floor, never giving up on his goal no matter how difficult it may be.
"You could just get out of the sleeping bag and walk to the fridge you know," Andrew said, an amused tone present in his words. "It isn't very difficult."
His friend turned to stare at him, before resuming the journey to the fridge.
"Seriously man. You should really get off the floor. It isn't healthy."
A sigh arose from Joseph, who reluctantly pulled himself out of the sleeping bag, before slowly getting back on his feet. He yawned as he craned his neck to the right, as well as stretching out his arms.
"Closet is very uncomfortable," he muttered, stating the obvious. "I believe I should try the floor instead."
"Well have fun with your attempts at having a good night's sleep," groaned his partner, moving away from the console, "because I'm off to get myself some coffee."
With those words, Andrew strode to the door of the response centre, pulled it open and promptly marched out into the hallway in search for the glorious drink of the gods - coffee, leaving Joseph alone within the rather bland room.
He shook his head once more, and headed off towards the fridge, which he reached with ease now that he was walking instead of shuffling across the floor like a worm. Opening it up, the nineteen year old rummaged around for a bit, before finally obtaining his prize: a bottle of iced tea. Triumphant, he closed the small door of the fridge, and walked over to the table where the puzzles sat on, pulling back a chair and sitting down.
With the lack of missions, pretty much the only way to pass the time was to finish the large stack of puzzles on their table. He had no problem with it, for to him, what could be better at helping pass the time that solving newspaper puzzles while drinking iced tea?
Pulling out a pen from his pocket, Joseph took the puzzle on the top of the pile and began to write down answers.