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Character Name: Doctor Newton "Newt" Geiszler
Canon: Pacific Rim
Canon Point: Post-movie
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive
History: Newt's Entry @ the Pacific Rim Wiki
Personality:
Brash, bold, and boisterous, Doctor Newton Geiszler is a hard man to miss in a crowd. He's the kind of guy who refuses to let a dull moment enter his life, instead seeking out new scientific ventures when current ones grow stale. The kaiju, Newt's current and longest-going passion, have been his driving force for the last ten or so years. Ever since they arrived on the scene, he was instantly drawn to them, due to a combination of his fanboyish obsession with all things giant monster and also the fact that they were biologically amazing and incredible. His interest in the kaiju is often mistaken for love for them due to how devoted Newt has become to studying the creatures. He does have somewhat of an ambivalent attitude and often flip flops between fearing them and marveling at them.
Attending MIT while still a teenager automatically broadcasts the fact that Newt is one hell of a smart guy. He's very proud of it and likes to let everyone know, and yet, he doesn't want that to be the sole defining characteristic of his being. To him it's a great achievement that has led him on the path to becoming himself (and the rockstar he believes himself to be). During his time at MIT, he actually taught other students, and even pioneered research in artificial tissue replication, so when people look at his resume, they get an idea of what he can actually put his mind to when he's not trying to reject society as a whole. He's a package of good with the bad, and all his employers know it. With genius comes madness, after all.
Intelligence aside, Newt is not exactly the most eloquent speaker. His vernacular is peppered with various slang and misuse of words, and those around him aren't quite sure if he does it to ruffle feathers or if that's really how he is. Being professional is the last thing Newt worries about when presenting himself to others, instead choosing to stand out as the cool alternative to the average scientist. Secrets, protocol, conduct... all things Newt has little use for, instead choosing his own stylish route. He's always well aware that he's breaking rules when he does so, but always has an excuse lined up to fire when the accusations fly. Sarcastic quips are usually his go-to when someone comes around to bother him (usually Hermann), as he has little patience for polite conversation. Newt is not a people person. He hates having to mingle with people; nothing he says keeps their interest (or their disposition from turning sour) for too long. Breaking the ice usually results in long, rambling outpouring of his feelings on a variety of passions, including his research, the kaiju, his love for music and old movies, his absolute dislike of his lab partner Hermann Gottlieb, and how hardcore and holier-than-thou he believes himself to be. Newt is definitely not one for formalities. He hates titles (he doesn't even care if people refer to him as a doctor, because uh, only his mother calls him doctor, thanks) and therefore doesn't respect other people's titles, which can cause some friction. He also doesn't care much for authority figures. Sure, he understands why they're needed, but he doesn't see himself as a sheep in need of leadership and likes to think he's a special case, above the law and above boundaries. Then again, with the right amount of threats, that can be rectified and Newt WILL eventually listen.
The closest thing to a friend Newt's ever had is his long time colleague and lab partner, Hermann Gottlieb. Having spent a little over ten years working by his side, Newt developed a strangely parasitic yet volatile relationship with Hermann, even though they are both geniuses in their field and they can achieve great work together, their personalities clash like no other and the space they share is rarely without malice. Both of them are quite pretentious, overblown egos with the desire to be right in everything they do. They compete, they judge, and they attempt to shoot the other down so they can be the first one to cross the finish line. In the eyes of their employers, they're like two children fighting for the attention of their parents, doing their best to win over the other. Although they are definitely toxic for one another (and for anyone caught within their radius), the dynamic they radiate is like no other and in fact propels them to work harder than they would on their own. All attempts and trials to separate had ended in failure, and with one another craving the cruel jabs that they often throw back and forth at each other. While he may not directly admit it aloud, Newt does actually have respect for Hermann. Having ventured into the man's mind during a drift (which linked their minds and allowed him to see Hermann's memories and feel his emotions all at once), Newt has come to terms with the fact that he knows everything about Hermann and is probably considered to be closer to him than his own family members (even though he still loathes him from time to time).
Because of his troubles with people and interacting with human beings, Newt doesn't really have any other "friends." His teenage years were spent with school acquaintances who once shared his wild, idealistic attitude towards certain things, but years did pass and they all grew up and left all of those silly things behind them, realizing they were too foolish. Newt, however, is still just as young in spirit as he used to be in body. A 12-year-old in a 35-year-old's body might be the best way to put it. Newt would still easily pick up a guitar and rock out like no one was watching if given the chance while other people his age might roll their eyes at the thought. He still gets excited over monster movies and collects old paraphernalia, the walls of his living quarters plastered with old posters and shelves lined with figurines. He wears band t-shirts, fancies leather bracelets, gels up his hair, shaves every other day, and rocks a leather jacket just because he can.
Newt is in a constantly aware, and overwhelmed by his surroundings. He's twitchy, finicky, and always bouncing around on the soles of his feet. He doesn't stay still for long, and chances of him keeping in one place for too long are very slim. The only time he can be found stationary is when he's become completely exhausted and has collapsed from another late night in the lab, or he's somehow made it into bed and chosen to sleep of his own free will. Because the cogs of his mind are always turning, Newt is usually quick to think on his feet, coming up with solutions to problems before anyone else has time to process their surroundings. Of course, they may not always be the most orthodox methods, but they usually hold up well enough to get out of a sticky situation in the meantime.
Fighting is not in Newt's nature. Physical fighting, that is. He couldn't throw a solid punch to save his life. He has, however, taken many blows from other people on several occasions. Whether or not he deserved them (odds are damned good he did), he'll never tell the truth. He's got too much pride to uphold. Verbal spats are a whole other beast. Anyone who dares to start an argument with Newt better have a whole lot of time on their hands if they want to win, because he is stubborn to a fault and doesn't know when to draw the line. He's a sore loser, a very obnoxious winner, and an overall pain in the ass in any sort of competition. Cruel jokes, blackmail, mockery, and disregard for other people's feelings as a whole ensure that he'll keep going and going and going. Newt's sense of humor is not an easily understood one. Many of his jokes are the ones he makes about Hermann, and he loves to revisit them as much as he can (because he thinks he's such a comedian). Hermann looks like a vulture. Hermann's hair looks like it was cut by a blind dog groomer. Hermann sounds like his cane's been stuck up his butt too long. Immaturity at its finest. As assumed, Newt is usually the only person in the room who gets a kick out of these jokes. Awkward faces are about as close to a warm reception as he gets. Chalk thrown at his face is Hermann's applause.
Which leads into another subject Newt is dreadful with. Romance. Newt's never had an actual girlfriend. He's had plenty of one-night-stands, and has slept with enough people to know he quite enjoys sex. When it comes to everything else involved in a relationship, however, everything seems to fall apart for Newt. His abrasive personality and somewhat obnoxious quirks tend to drive people mad after too long, and he's quite a territorial person. Sharing space with someone, letting someone else into his life, frankly scares him a little bit. He doesn't want someone to know he's vulnerable or infallible. He also probably couldn't give someone enough attention to keep them longer than a few days. His mind is constantly focused on his work or his hobbies and can leave him with little time for anything else. That's not to say he might not give it a go if he really felt strongly for someone. He'd need to have a long established connection to this person for it to have any chances of working though. Everything else would only be superficial and mostly a friends-with-benefits thing.
Newt enjoys a bit of playful flirting if in the presence of the right kind of attractive company, even if it doesn't lead anywhere, and also enjoys having his ego stroked as a result of it. Most of the pick-up lines he uses tend to be bastardizations of quotes from various films and comics he enjoys. He's not exactly a master lothario. On the off-chance that any of his attempts at wooing work, he'll definitely come off a little like a try hard and pull out all the cliche stops to try to impress his company. Newt doesn't know the meaning of the word subtle.
The best way to see results from Newt is to use reverse psychology. When he's told something's impossible, dangerous, just plain "can't and should not be done," there's a definite chance Newt will plug his ears and go for it against all odds. He follows his gut, not logic, and just loves to prove people wrong. He lives for the wide-eyed look of awe on someone's face when he's achieved something they distinctly thought he'd never do. Some people might think it's courage, hell, even Newt goes as far as to tell people "fortune favors the brave, dude." In reality, it's all done for selfish reasons. For recognition, to be the first, to be the greatest. Newt wants fame and glory. Being a hero, that's just the icing on the sweet, sweet cake.
Abilities/Strengths and Weaknesses:
No super powers, no bulging muscles or catlike reflexes, and definitely no psychic abilities to be found in Newt's entire, puny body. Nope. His brain, however, is another story. Being a genius (because uh, six doctorates before the age of 30? Hello!?), Newt's mind is constantly at work; planning, mapping out, scheming, deconstructing and reconstructing, imagining-- there's really no shutting it off. He's got doctorates in technology and biology and can handle tinkering with machines to create, repair, or take them apart with little to no failure. He knows how to dissect lifeforms successfully and study their DNA to figure out what makes them work. He may not be a medical doctor, but if needed, he also knows enough about first aid to patch someone up.
Newt also has some musical talent. As his parents and uncle were musicians and musically inclined in their lines of work, Newt was bound to catch the bug through osmosis, and so he's able to play more than a few instruments. He's also got a good ear for notes and can play many songs by ear. Just don't ask him to sing. He's not exactly classically trained.
Also, he can make a mean stack of pancakes. Doing labwork 24/7 makes one hungry, dude.
As for weaknesses, Newt is curious to a fault. He's constantly putting himself in harm's way all in the name of science. He wants to be right, he wants to know more, he'll be the first to let everyone know that he'll be... well, FIRST. He's also a pest. He's not well-versed in social formalities, and has no idea how to be a friendly and approachable human being. He's almost guaranteed to piss someone off daily. That's just how he is. When Newt is in a dire and perhaps life-threatening confrontation, he tends to run. He's not exactly brave. He's selfish, cowardly, and not a fighter in the least. If he can strike up a bargain to get his ass out of a certain situation, you can bet he'll seal the deal in a heartbeat. Although he does want to be a good guy at heart, he may not be thinking about the "greater good" in the long term, and is bound to screw something up in an attempt to help someone (on the off chance he's actually being helpful).
Samples
Network/Action Spam Sample: Newt @ test drive!
Prose Log Sample:
This certainly wouldn't be the first time Newt had woken up with a crick in his neck and no clues as to where he was. Blinking the last niggling traces of sleep from his eyes, he readjusted his glasses and took a good look around at where he'd managed to pass out. Bed, side table, desk, very spartan decorating. Looked like a hotel room. A damn quaint one, but it hit all the usual notes.
Swinging sore legs over the side of the mattress, Newt took note that he was still fully dressed; boots, jacket, and all. Must have been one hell of a party. Now the cogs were beginning to turn. Defeating the kaiju meant they'd won the war. Winning wars equaled big damn parties, and Newt, being the hero he was, had probably partied all night long. Putting two and two together, he must have ended up in someone's hotel room after getting a little friendly with them.
Except. His clothes were on. Shit. Okay, maybe someone had gotten the hotel room for him because they went out for a night on the town? Didn't add up though. The style of the room was enough to tell him he wasn't in Hong Kong.
All of this was giving him a headache, surprisingly, not one resulting from a hangover. So if he wasn't hung over, then he must not have gotten drunk. Which means he came here of his own accord. He must have. Unless... was he kidnapped? Yeah, right. Whatever the case, Newt couldn't remember, no matter how hard he picked his own brain.
It was high time for an investigation. This was all too spooky and mysterious for him to stay put and twiddle his thumbs. Hopping on to his feet, and giving his rump a well-needed scratch, he began his trek to the door where beyond, he was bound to find answers.
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Character Information
Character Name: Doctor Newton "Newt" Geiszler
Canon: Pacific Rim
Canon Point: Post-movie
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive
History: Newt's Entry @ the Pacific Rim Wiki
Personality:
Brash, bold, and boisterous, Doctor Newton Geiszler is a hard man to miss in a crowd. He's the kind of guy who refuses to let a dull moment enter his life, instead seeking out new scientific ventures when current ones grow stale. The kaiju, Newt's current and longest-going passion, have been his driving force for the last ten or so years. Ever since they arrived on the scene, he was instantly drawn to them, due to a combination of his fanboyish obsession with all things giant monster and also the fact that they were biologically amazing and incredible. His interest in the kaiju is often mistaken for love for them due to how devoted Newt has become to studying the creatures. He does have somewhat of an ambivalent attitude and often flip flops between fearing them and marveling at them.
Attending MIT while still a teenager automatically broadcasts the fact that Newt is one hell of a smart guy. He's very proud of it and likes to let everyone know, and yet, he doesn't want that to be the sole defining characteristic of his being. To him it's a great achievement that has led him on the path to becoming himself (and the rockstar he believes himself to be). During his time at MIT, he actually taught other students, and even pioneered research in artificial tissue replication, so when people look at his resume, they get an idea of what he can actually put his mind to when he's not trying to reject society as a whole. He's a package of good with the bad, and all his employers know it. With genius comes madness, after all.
Intelligence aside, Newt is not exactly the most eloquent speaker. His vernacular is peppered with various slang and misuse of words, and those around him aren't quite sure if he does it to ruffle feathers or if that's really how he is. Being professional is the last thing Newt worries about when presenting himself to others, instead choosing to stand out as the cool alternative to the average scientist. Secrets, protocol, conduct... all things Newt has little use for, instead choosing his own stylish route. He's always well aware that he's breaking rules when he does so, but always has an excuse lined up to fire when the accusations fly. Sarcastic quips are usually his go-to when someone comes around to bother him (usually Hermann), as he has little patience for polite conversation. Newt is not a people person. He hates having to mingle with people; nothing he says keeps their interest (or their disposition from turning sour) for too long. Breaking the ice usually results in long, rambling outpouring of his feelings on a variety of passions, including his research, the kaiju, his love for music and old movies, his absolute dislike of his lab partner Hermann Gottlieb, and how hardcore and holier-than-thou he believes himself to be. Newt is definitely not one for formalities. He hates titles (he doesn't even care if people refer to him as a doctor, because uh, only his mother calls him doctor, thanks) and therefore doesn't respect other people's titles, which can cause some friction. He also doesn't care much for authority figures. Sure, he understands why they're needed, but he doesn't see himself as a sheep in need of leadership and likes to think he's a special case, above the law and above boundaries. Then again, with the right amount of threats, that can be rectified and Newt WILL eventually listen.
The closest thing to a friend Newt's ever had is his long time colleague and lab partner, Hermann Gottlieb. Having spent a little over ten years working by his side, Newt developed a strangely parasitic yet volatile relationship with Hermann, even though they are both geniuses in their field and they can achieve great work together, their personalities clash like no other and the space they share is rarely without malice. Both of them are quite pretentious, overblown egos with the desire to be right in everything they do. They compete, they judge, and they attempt to shoot the other down so they can be the first one to cross the finish line. In the eyes of their employers, they're like two children fighting for the attention of their parents, doing their best to win over the other. Although they are definitely toxic for one another (and for anyone caught within their radius), the dynamic they radiate is like no other and in fact propels them to work harder than they would on their own. All attempts and trials to separate had ended in failure, and with one another craving the cruel jabs that they often throw back and forth at each other. While he may not directly admit it aloud, Newt does actually have respect for Hermann. Having ventured into the man's mind during a drift (which linked their minds and allowed him to see Hermann's memories and feel his emotions all at once), Newt has come to terms with the fact that he knows everything about Hermann and is probably considered to be closer to him than his own family members (even though he still loathes him from time to time).
Because of his troubles with people and interacting with human beings, Newt doesn't really have any other "friends." His teenage years were spent with school acquaintances who once shared his wild, idealistic attitude towards certain things, but years did pass and they all grew up and left all of those silly things behind them, realizing they were too foolish. Newt, however, is still just as young in spirit as he used to be in body. A 12-year-old in a 35-year-old's body might be the best way to put it. Newt would still easily pick up a guitar and rock out like no one was watching if given the chance while other people his age might roll their eyes at the thought. He still gets excited over monster movies and collects old paraphernalia, the walls of his living quarters plastered with old posters and shelves lined with figurines. He wears band t-shirts, fancies leather bracelets, gels up his hair, shaves every other day, and rocks a leather jacket just because he can.
Newt is in a constantly aware, and overwhelmed by his surroundings. He's twitchy, finicky, and always bouncing around on the soles of his feet. He doesn't stay still for long, and chances of him keeping in one place for too long are very slim. The only time he can be found stationary is when he's become completely exhausted and has collapsed from another late night in the lab, or he's somehow made it into bed and chosen to sleep of his own free will. Because the cogs of his mind are always turning, Newt is usually quick to think on his feet, coming up with solutions to problems before anyone else has time to process their surroundings. Of course, they may not always be the most orthodox methods, but they usually hold up well enough to get out of a sticky situation in the meantime.
Fighting is not in Newt's nature. Physical fighting, that is. He couldn't throw a solid punch to save his life. He has, however, taken many blows from other people on several occasions. Whether or not he deserved them (odds are damned good he did), he'll never tell the truth. He's got too much pride to uphold. Verbal spats are a whole other beast. Anyone who dares to start an argument with Newt better have a whole lot of time on their hands if they want to win, because he is stubborn to a fault and doesn't know when to draw the line. He's a sore loser, a very obnoxious winner, and an overall pain in the ass in any sort of competition. Cruel jokes, blackmail, mockery, and disregard for other people's feelings as a whole ensure that he'll keep going and going and going. Newt's sense of humor is not an easily understood one. Many of his jokes are the ones he makes about Hermann, and he loves to revisit them as much as he can (because he thinks he's such a comedian). Hermann looks like a vulture. Hermann's hair looks like it was cut by a blind dog groomer. Hermann sounds like his cane's been stuck up his butt too long. Immaturity at its finest. As assumed, Newt is usually the only person in the room who gets a kick out of these jokes. Awkward faces are about as close to a warm reception as he gets. Chalk thrown at his face is Hermann's applause.
Which leads into another subject Newt is dreadful with. Romance. Newt's never had an actual girlfriend. He's had plenty of one-night-stands, and has slept with enough people to know he quite enjoys sex. When it comes to everything else involved in a relationship, however, everything seems to fall apart for Newt. His abrasive personality and somewhat obnoxious quirks tend to drive people mad after too long, and he's quite a territorial person. Sharing space with someone, letting someone else into his life, frankly scares him a little bit. He doesn't want someone to know he's vulnerable or infallible. He also probably couldn't give someone enough attention to keep them longer than a few days. His mind is constantly focused on his work or his hobbies and can leave him with little time for anything else. That's not to say he might not give it a go if he really felt strongly for someone. He'd need to have a long established connection to this person for it to have any chances of working though. Everything else would only be superficial and mostly a friends-with-benefits thing.
Newt enjoys a bit of playful flirting if in the presence of the right kind of attractive company, even if it doesn't lead anywhere, and also enjoys having his ego stroked as a result of it. Most of the pick-up lines he uses tend to be bastardizations of quotes from various films and comics he enjoys. He's not exactly a master lothario. On the off-chance that any of his attempts at wooing work, he'll definitely come off a little like a try hard and pull out all the cliche stops to try to impress his company. Newt doesn't know the meaning of the word subtle.
The best way to see results from Newt is to use reverse psychology. When he's told something's impossible, dangerous, just plain "can't and should not be done," there's a definite chance Newt will plug his ears and go for it against all odds. He follows his gut, not logic, and just loves to prove people wrong. He lives for the wide-eyed look of awe on someone's face when he's achieved something they distinctly thought he'd never do. Some people might think it's courage, hell, even Newt goes as far as to tell people "fortune favors the brave, dude." In reality, it's all done for selfish reasons. For recognition, to be the first, to be the greatest. Newt wants fame and glory. Being a hero, that's just the icing on the sweet, sweet cake.
Abilities/Strengths and Weaknesses:
No super powers, no bulging muscles or catlike reflexes, and definitely no psychic abilities to be found in Newt's entire, puny body. Nope. His brain, however, is another story. Being a genius (because uh, six doctorates before the age of 30? Hello!?), Newt's mind is constantly at work; planning, mapping out, scheming, deconstructing and reconstructing, imagining-- there's really no shutting it off. He's got doctorates in technology and biology and can handle tinkering with machines to create, repair, or take them apart with little to no failure. He knows how to dissect lifeforms successfully and study their DNA to figure out what makes them work. He may not be a medical doctor, but if needed, he also knows enough about first aid to patch someone up.
Newt also has some musical talent. As his parents and uncle were musicians and musically inclined in their lines of work, Newt was bound to catch the bug through osmosis, and so he's able to play more than a few instruments. He's also got a good ear for notes and can play many songs by ear. Just don't ask him to sing. He's not exactly classically trained.
Also, he can make a mean stack of pancakes. Doing labwork 24/7 makes one hungry, dude.
As for weaknesses, Newt is curious to a fault. He's constantly putting himself in harm's way all in the name of science. He wants to be right, he wants to know more, he'll be the first to let everyone know that he'll be... well, FIRST. He's also a pest. He's not well-versed in social formalities, and has no idea how to be a friendly and approachable human being. He's almost guaranteed to piss someone off daily. That's just how he is. When Newt is in a dire and perhaps life-threatening confrontation, he tends to run. He's not exactly brave. He's selfish, cowardly, and not a fighter in the least. If he can strike up a bargain to get his ass out of a certain situation, you can bet he'll seal the deal in a heartbeat. Although he does want to be a good guy at heart, he may not be thinking about the "greater good" in the long term, and is bound to screw something up in an attempt to help someone (on the off chance he's actually being helpful).
Samples
Network/Action Spam Sample: Newt @ test drive!
Prose Log Sample:
This certainly wouldn't be the first time Newt had woken up with a crick in his neck and no clues as to where he was. Blinking the last niggling traces of sleep from his eyes, he readjusted his glasses and took a good look around at where he'd managed to pass out. Bed, side table, desk, very spartan decorating. Looked like a hotel room. A damn quaint one, but it hit all the usual notes.
Swinging sore legs over the side of the mattress, Newt took note that he was still fully dressed; boots, jacket, and all. Must have been one hell of a party. Now the cogs were beginning to turn. Defeating the kaiju meant they'd won the war. Winning wars equaled big damn parties, and Newt, being the hero he was, had probably partied all night long. Putting two and two together, he must have ended up in someone's hotel room after getting a little friendly with them.
Except. His clothes were on. Shit. Okay, maybe someone had gotten the hotel room for him because they went out for a night on the town? Didn't add up though. The style of the room was enough to tell him he wasn't in Hong Kong.
All of this was giving him a headache, surprisingly, not one resulting from a hangover. So if he wasn't hung over, then he must not have gotten drunk. Which means he came here of his own accord. He must have. Unless... was he kidnapped? Yeah, right. Whatever the case, Newt couldn't remember, no matter how hard he picked his own brain.
It was high time for an investigation. This was all too spooky and mysterious for him to stay put and twiddle his thumbs. Hopping on to his feet, and giving his rump a well-needed scratch, he began his trek to the door where beyond, he was bound to find answers.