Post by Javier Delgado on Oct 19, 2011 1:08:45 GMT -5
CONFIDENTIAL
FILE OF:
DELGADO, JAVIER
FILE OF:
DELGADO, JAVIER
BASIC DETAILS:
PERSONAL INFORMATION:
FULL NAME: Javier Joshua Delgado
GENDER: Male
AGE: 26
D.O.B.: August 27
PHYSICAL PROFILE:
HEIGHT: 6 ft 0 in
WEIGHT: 180
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Brown
DISTINCTIVE FEATURES: None
PSYCH. EVALUATION:
LIKES:
- Unusual animals
- Strolling through nature
- Learning about the animal kingdom
- Collecting secrets
- Languages
DISLIKES:
- Complicated machines
- People knowing his secrets against his will
- Tidying up
- Being unable to understand what someone is saying
FEARS:
- Afraid that the animorphs' animal reserve will be discovered
- He worries that if he dies, the animorphs won't be able to find someone to replace him.
PERSONALITY:
Javier is a bit of an animal eccentric. Name a random animal and he can probably ramble off more facts about it than you care to know. While he likes all animals regardless of cuteness, he especially likes the ones with more unique body types. His love and knowledge of animals made him an ideal candidate to help manage the animorphs' animal reserve.
Javier is also interested in gossip, especially if it is true. He absorbs secrets like a sponge wether someone specifically tells him something or if he simply overhears it. He has even been suspected of deliberately eavesdropping once or twice. However, Javier rarely ever shares secrets that aren't his to tell. He merely collects them to fill his own mental vault.
It may be this enjoyment he gets from listening to others that inspired Javier to learn many languages. He is fluent in English, Spanish, and Latin, and also knows enough to carry on basic conversations in Russian, Hindi, and Galard.
While Javier can keep all sorts of facts and information sorted and organized in his mind with ease, he is a total slob in real life. You would be lucky to catch him so much as pick up his dirty laundry if the original animorphs themselves were planning on stopping by. He has to be constantly reminded and prodded to get any kind of substantial cleaning done. The one exception is cleaning the cages of animals he cares for.
BACKGROUND:
HOMETOWN: Salt Lake City, Utah
HISTORY:
Javier moved to Salt Lake City when he was eight, along with his mother, father, and four brothers (three older, one younger). They were always moving around before that, so Salt Lake City was the first place Javier really considered to be home. He had a pretty average childhood. Going to school, hanging out with friends, dating, etc. It wasn't until after high school that things really started to get interesting.
Javier was taking college courses in zoology at Cornell University when the news about the alien invasion first hit. It was a confusing time and there were many talks about closing the school and postponing classes, but then the invasion ended and life started to get back to normal.
Javier was working on graduate school fieldwork in the Seattle area when the second invasion started. Through a series of questionably fortunate events, Javier ended up joining with the animorphs in their efforts and works at helping to maintain their animal reserve. When he isn't out helping with missions, that is. He has had a chance to let his family know that he is alright and that they shouldn't expect him home any time soon, but he in an effort to protect them, didn't tell them what exactly it was that he was doing.
OTHER NOTES:
PLAY-BY: Rudy Youngblood
STARTING MORPHS:
Land: Pangolin
Air: Atlantic Puffin
Bug: Walking Leaf
Water: Chambered Nautilus
Battle: Komodo Dragon
Rox wasn't sure how long she was out. It could have been ten seconds or ten days for all she knew. Well, probably not ten days. But the one thing she did know was that she was in pain. Excruciating, unbearable pain.
She barely had room to move her head and could only move her left arm, so she had to check over her body mostly through the sense of touch. The sense that hurt the most to use.
Well, she was stuck, that much was obvious. The enormous hunk of rock that was shattering her pelvis made sure of that. She could wiggle the toes of one foot, but the condition of the other was a mystery to her. One of her arms felt scraped up pretty badly, but mostly still usable. To bad it was pinned underneath her. The other arm was fine too, but the wrist attached to it was broken and the hand a mangled mess. She would probably never be able to use it again.
Rox almost laughed at the thought, since she would never be able to get out of this crack anyway, but a sharp pain in her stomach and nose stopped her. Her nose was broken and a pointed rock was jabbing her in the side. She couldn't be sure if it broke the skin or not, but it was a hazard to her health either way.
"Well this sucks," Rox coughed. How was she supposed to get that rock off of her? She couldn't wait for a rescue party, and she didn't even know if Justin survived the avalanche. He could be in worse shape than she was.
Then it hit her, plain as day. Morph, you bozo. The thought almost made her laugh again. How had she missed such an obvious solution? Probably because her mind didn't automatically jump toward superpowers as a way to solve all her problems. Especially when she wasn't thinking all that clearly.
But what should I morph? Fish and Shark were automatically out. Her bear morph was probably strong enough to move the boulder on top of her, but there wasn't nearly enough space in the crack she had fallen into. That just left the pelican and dove as her options. Unfortunately, it looked as if the same boulder that was pinning her was also being held up by her. So if she morphed, there was a good chance that it would shift and possibly crush her. If she were a fragile bird, that is.
"Well, you gotta try something." Rox was about to concentrate on her dove morph, hoping the smaller size would reduce the chances of her getting crushed, when she noticed something wiggle out of the corner of her eye. On the bottom of one of the rocks that had fallen off the cliff with her, there was some caked-on dirt that was coming loose. And between the dirt and the rock she spotted a little grey bug trying to squish itself into the limited shadows.
"Pillbug," Rox whispered matter of factly. As much as she despised the idea of turning into a creepy crawly critter, she realized it may be her best chance at survival. When she morphed, if the boulder shifted, then hopefully she could still sneak into the cracks between the rocks below. Something a dove couldn't do. Now all she had to do was acquire it.
Rox reached over her head with her free arm, wincing as her bloody pulp of a hand came into view. With a very determined amount of concentration, she steadied her hand and touched the hiding bug. She expected it to try and scurry away, but the acquiring trance must have worked even on simple animals like this one. As soon as she was sure she acquired it, Rox concentrated on morphing.
The first change, much to Rox's relief, was the appearance of armor-like skin. It formed awkwardly in the tight space, but it formed, and that was Rox's main concern. Even so, she was starting to get a little short of breath for a bit until the shrinking began. Then there suddenly seemed to be plenty of space. Rox would have tried to get out of there right then and there, except her arms were exceedingly short by that point and her eyes all but disappeared. There was an awkward moment when her lungs effectively evaporated and she suddenly found herself breathing through gills of some sort. As more legs sprouted from her body and the transformation was complete, Rox felt a great rumbling. The boulder above must have fallen.
But Rox couldn't have cared less. She was in a cool dark spot. She could have sat there for days as long as she had a bit of rotting wood to munch on. Mmmm, rotting wood. The thought drove Rox to go exploring for some. Maybe deeper into the rocks.
As she crawled between the cracks, something clicked in her mind. <<What are you doing? Get ahold of yourself,>> she said to herself. The bug's instincts had gotten the better of her. But now that Rox was in control of herself again, she started crawling up instead of down. Not that it was easy to tell which way that was.
When Rox reached a border between shadow and light, the critter's instincts fought especially hard. Apparently pillbugs and sunlight didn't mix well. But Rox pressed onward. For what felt like an eternity, she crawled over mountains of solid stone, hills of pebbles, and forests of gravel. Finally, when Rox was sure she was far enough away from where she started, Rox demorphed.
Standing on the mountainside in nothing but her bra and underwear, Rox looked around to get her bearings. She was about five feet from where her clothes were half covered by rocks. She went over and pulled them out, loosing half a pant leg in the process. As soon as she had her tattered clothes back on, Rox set out to look for Justin.
"Justin! Justin!" Maybe he was still okay. Maybe...
She barely had room to move her head and could only move her left arm, so she had to check over her body mostly through the sense of touch. The sense that hurt the most to use.
Well, she was stuck, that much was obvious. The enormous hunk of rock that was shattering her pelvis made sure of that. She could wiggle the toes of one foot, but the condition of the other was a mystery to her. One of her arms felt scraped up pretty badly, but mostly still usable. To bad it was pinned underneath her. The other arm was fine too, but the wrist attached to it was broken and the hand a mangled mess. She would probably never be able to use it again.
Rox almost laughed at the thought, since she would never be able to get out of this crack anyway, but a sharp pain in her stomach and nose stopped her. Her nose was broken and a pointed rock was jabbing her in the side. She couldn't be sure if it broke the skin or not, but it was a hazard to her health either way.
"Well this sucks," Rox coughed. How was she supposed to get that rock off of her? She couldn't wait for a rescue party, and she didn't even know if Justin survived the avalanche. He could be in worse shape than she was.
Then it hit her, plain as day. Morph, you bozo. The thought almost made her laugh again. How had she missed such an obvious solution? Probably because her mind didn't automatically jump toward superpowers as a way to solve all her problems. Especially when she wasn't thinking all that clearly.
But what should I morph? Fish and Shark were automatically out. Her bear morph was probably strong enough to move the boulder on top of her, but there wasn't nearly enough space in the crack she had fallen into. That just left the pelican and dove as her options. Unfortunately, it looked as if the same boulder that was pinning her was also being held up by her. So if she morphed, there was a good chance that it would shift and possibly crush her. If she were a fragile bird, that is.
"Well, you gotta try something." Rox was about to concentrate on her dove morph, hoping the smaller size would reduce the chances of her getting crushed, when she noticed something wiggle out of the corner of her eye. On the bottom of one of the rocks that had fallen off the cliff with her, there was some caked-on dirt that was coming loose. And between the dirt and the rock she spotted a little grey bug trying to squish itself into the limited shadows.
"Pillbug," Rox whispered matter of factly. As much as she despised the idea of turning into a creepy crawly critter, she realized it may be her best chance at survival. When she morphed, if the boulder shifted, then hopefully she could still sneak into the cracks between the rocks below. Something a dove couldn't do. Now all she had to do was acquire it.
Rox reached over her head with her free arm, wincing as her bloody pulp of a hand came into view. With a very determined amount of concentration, she steadied her hand and touched the hiding bug. She expected it to try and scurry away, but the acquiring trance must have worked even on simple animals like this one. As soon as she was sure she acquired it, Rox concentrated on morphing.
The first change, much to Rox's relief, was the appearance of armor-like skin. It formed awkwardly in the tight space, but it formed, and that was Rox's main concern. Even so, she was starting to get a little short of breath for a bit until the shrinking began. Then there suddenly seemed to be plenty of space. Rox would have tried to get out of there right then and there, except her arms were exceedingly short by that point and her eyes all but disappeared. There was an awkward moment when her lungs effectively evaporated and she suddenly found herself breathing through gills of some sort. As more legs sprouted from her body and the transformation was complete, Rox felt a great rumbling. The boulder above must have fallen.
But Rox couldn't have cared less. She was in a cool dark spot. She could have sat there for days as long as she had a bit of rotting wood to munch on. Mmmm, rotting wood. The thought drove Rox to go exploring for some. Maybe deeper into the rocks.
As she crawled between the cracks, something clicked in her mind. <<What are you doing? Get ahold of yourself,>> she said to herself. The bug's instincts had gotten the better of her. But now that Rox was in control of herself again, she started crawling up instead of down. Not that it was easy to tell which way that was.
When Rox reached a border between shadow and light, the critter's instincts fought especially hard. Apparently pillbugs and sunlight didn't mix well. But Rox pressed onward. For what felt like an eternity, she crawled over mountains of solid stone, hills of pebbles, and forests of gravel. Finally, when Rox was sure she was far enough away from where she started, Rox demorphed.
Standing on the mountainside in nothing but her bra and underwear, Rox looked around to get her bearings. She was about five feet from where her clothes were half covered by rocks. She went over and pulled them out, loosing half a pant leg in the process. As soon as she had her tattered clothes back on, Rox set out to look for Justin.
"Justin! Justin!" Maybe he was still okay. Maybe...
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