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JEAN-LUC BENJAMIN TYLER

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IS IT A BIRD?
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FULL NAME: Jean-Luc Benjamin Tyler
NAME MEANING:
Jean-Luc- Compound of the names Jean (Hebrew- God is Gracious) and Luke (Ancient Greek- light). Truth be told, he was named after Star Trek’s very own Jean-Luc Picard.
Benjamin- Hebrew- Son of my right hand.
Tyler- Old English- Tile maker
NICKNAMES: Luke, John, Johnny
ALIAS: Omnissiah
SEX: Male
AGE: 24
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Presumes he’s straight. Never gives it much thought.
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
MEMBER GROUP: Rogue
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
CHARACTER TITLE: Final Boss of the Internet

IS IT A PLANE?
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FACE CLAIM: Matt Smith
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Dark Green
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5’11”. 148 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Kind of hovering between scrawny and mildly athletic.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: If anything, it’s his magnificently weird facial structure.
ABILITIES:
Technopath- Jean-Luc is good at machines. Really good at machines. In fact, he can even talk with them. Really! Well, okay, its not exactly that simple, but in essence its what he can do. Whenever Jean-Luc gets his hand on a bit of technology (quite literally. His powers demand physical contact for a reaction), he can make it do pretty much whatever he wants. Not that it doesn't come without its limitations. As mentioned before, Jean-Luc needs physical contact to jump-start his power with tech. Once it is performing as he desires he is capable of breaking contact, but actual touch is necessary for his power to take effect. He is also unable to make machinery perform outside its design parameters. While he can tune into foreign television channels on his TV without so much as a second though, Jean-Luc cannot use the device to, say, make a phone call. He needs a device with that sort of tech and design to access that.

It is unknown just how broad Jean-Luc's range of power is. For the most part, he (ab)uses his power only to get free TV channels, thoroughly terrorize cyberspace, and score easy money from banks and ATMs.

Intelligence- Unlike his talent in technopathy, Jean-Luc's enhanced intelligence has hardly manifested itself, and currently remains mostly latent. Jean-Luc has always been the smart kid growing up, but never to the remarkable degree that he's able to enroll in university by the age of nine or anything. He did skip the second grade though, so that's something?

All humor aside, Jean-Luc's enhanced mental capacity is most likely an effect that manifests and evolves with age and experience. He's already made some small progress and realization of its progress, though so far it has only been restricted to eidetic memory patterns, and even those only encompass the progress of his last year in life. Whether it will remain as merely a latent recall-type ability or not is a mystery, but so far Jean-Luc hasn't whirled up any fantabulous and insane mathematical equations or the like.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: There's nothing much to distinguish Jean-Luc from the throngs of 20-something year olds fluttering about the city as they live and work. He's of an average height, an average build, and tends to be rather unassuming about it. He's not all that handsome in a conventional sense, with his admittedly somewhat unusual facial structure, but hey. Not everyone can have perfect looks. Framing his features is a mop of brown hair, almost too long in its length to be considered in good taste. It's at a point where it can easily fall into an unruly disheveled mess, but Jean-Luc has managed to do an admirable job of keeping his hair in a surprising state of tidiness.

In terms of clothing, Jean-Luc sports a rather bland wardrobe. His style features a marked preference for button-up shirts and slacks, and if he wants to look a bit more professional he can easily add a tie and/or jacket to the ensemble. Its easy, its flexible for all occasions, and he finds the ensemble to be just as comfortable as t-shirts and jeans. Not that he doesn't occasionally dabble into more casual manners of dress on occasion, but in a city like New York, business casual can get you a lot further ahead.

Despite being a hero endowed with snazzy superpowers, Jean-Luc has not designed or acquired an outfit or costume of his own. His reasoning is simple: seeing how he does most of his work behind a computer screen, there's really no point to a special costume.

NO! ITS...
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LIKES:
+ Computers- They're his every reason for everything, be it work or pleasure. Like most young men and women his age, he's functionally useless without his laptop and an internet connection.
+ Smart phones- Its like having a second computer! Okay, not exactly. But close enough!
+ Kung-fu movies- Hell yeah. So badass.
+ Science fiction novels- He's a nerd. Raised by nerds. Sci-fi books were what he had easy access to growing up, and he still enjoys reading them.
+ Comic books- Much as that crap is coming to resemble real life, he still loves comics and superheroes... even if he's always taken a shining to the villains.
+ Alcohol- Jean-Luc is at that age where booze is still rather new and exciting for legal acquisition and consumption, so it is a rather magical thing for him.
+ Video games- Where its socially acceptable to be an utter ass. Also video games tend to have big guns and explosions and ridiculous shit, so there's that.
+ Spicy food- Especially curry. Mmmmm curry.
+ Terrible pop music- It's a guilty pleasure, sssh.
+ British television- According to Jean-Luc, if there's one thing the Brits can do, its television.
DISLIKES:
- Losing- Its true. Jean-Luc has a bit of an ego, especially when trolling the internet. He can be rather petulant in the cases where he gets one-upped.
- Power outages- Hell on Earth! Although he must admit, it is now significantly less hellish with the innovation of smart phones and wireless technology.
- Bell peppers- Eeeeew.
- Politics- BORING. Also politicians seem to all be crazy people.
- Football- Although he enjoys the occasional sporting event, Jean-Luc can hardly keep his eyes open for football games. They're just so SLOW!
- Small towns- Been there, done that. Too small, everyone knows you and what all is up in your business. There's little to no privacy in small town living unless you want to be shunned as a creeper.
- Reality shows- So fake it hurts.
- Boredom- Bad things happen when Jean-Luc gets bored. Bad things.
- Extravagant coffee names- Coffee is coffee. But tea is better anyways, so there.
- Hot, humid days- Sweaty and gross days are sweaty and gross. Thank goodness for air conditioning!
STRENGTHS:
+ Responsible
+ Practical
+ Careful
+ Methodical
+ Reliable
WEAKNESSES:
- Internet hate machine- putting him behind a computer screen initiates a Jekyll/Hyde transformation
- Egotistical
- Easily intimidated (in the real world)
- Uncreative
- Socially awkward
HABITS/QUIRKS:
~ Obsessively checks his phone for updates
~ Checks his watch before he lies
~ Bites his nails when nervous
OVERALL PERSONALITY: What one would have to say about Jean-Luc strongly depends on the method in which they meet and interact with him. If one was to meet him in real life, he's an easily forgettable figure- quiet, almost furtive in his shyness, but nice enough. He's the sort of fellow who likes to keep his head down and out of the spotlight, and just does his thing so he can get through life without any major issue or conflict. In today's day, age, and sometimes crappy economy, what greater ambition can one have other than having a steady cash flow and keeping the bills paid? Although he knows there's hints and hopes from his parents that he'll settle down soon and have a family, Jean-Luc pays little thought to that matter... or any romantic notions. As a graduate student in NYU, he has slightly more important and immediate concerns to worry about. School comes first, supplemented by his on-again off-again job repairing and building computers.

Al those with an unnaturally social view on life would be quick to label Jean-Luc as antisocial or unfriendly, he's really not a bad sort. He's really just the timid nerdy sort, unused to large social circles and rowdy exuberance. Put him with a small gaggle of like-minded friends and he flourishes. Large groups and crowds put him on edge, unless the crowd is related to an interest of his (say, a science fiction or comic book convention). With topics and people he can converse with he's quick to open up, and while he may not be the most charmingly graceful or wittiest of his small crowd, he's often a welcome voice in friendly conversation.

To those who have interacted with him on the internet, they have another story to tell.

It's a well-known fact that when you put a guy behind a computer screen and slap on an invented username or a label such as Anonymous, he is much more likely to be a snarky wiseass and jerk to the other people in the same cat room or forum or what have you. Anonymity is rather liberating like that: one can say what they want, how they want, and with much less fear of backlash and grave repercussions when no one knows who exactly you are.

With Jean-Luc, its like that. Only instead of becoming a vague internet tough guy, his transformation is more of Dr. Jekyll becoming Mister Hyde. Not only does he pull off the arrogant and shameless mannerisms that one would come to expect from chats and forums online, he takes a keen and savage delight in wreaking havoc across cyberspace. Under the moniker of 'Omnissiah,' Jean-Luc has abused his powers, to use popular internet terms, trolled countless systems, companies, and even a few governments "for the lulz." In cyberspace, nothing is safe from the Omnissiah should he choose.

And yet, while he's terrorized the internet since his father first signed up for dial-up, Jean-Luc has been quite careful to not let his flamboyant and malicious cyber-terrorist persona link back to himself personally. All incriminating evidence (should he ever deign to leave any for bait) is easily purged with the click of a few keys on the keyboard. He knows exactly what unpleasantness would befall him should he be finally caught. In that respect, he's very cautious. Tempting as it may be to stand high and proclaim one's victories for all to see, it seems to be the thing Jean-Luc should best save for one final hurrah. Best to generally keep one's antics limited and contained, or to use them as a distraction when doing something more quiet and underhanded... like siphoning from corporate assets to fill one's own bank accounts. What, like fixing computers is enough to pay for a New York apartment and college tuition? Come on!

IN THE BRIGHTEST DAY
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PARENTS:
Benjamin Lewis Tyler- 61- Postmaster- Alive
Carol Anne Tyler- 53- Nurse- Alive
SIBLINGS:
James Benjamin Tyler- 27- Mechanic- Alive
Christopher Benjamin Tyler- 25- Slacker- Alive
OTHER FAMILY:
Lewis Elliott Tyler- 86- Retired Postmaster- Alive
Sara Tyler- 82- Housewife- Alive
Robert “Bobby” Lewis Tyler- 58- College Professor- Alive
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OVERALL HISTORY: Jean-Luc was not always the tech-savvy college boy he is now. In fact, Jean-Luc is originally a small-town country boy from Bloomington Springs, Tennessee. Sound boring? You bet it was. His father was (and still is) the town's postmaster, while his mother served as a night shift nurse at the neighboring Cookeville's Regional Medical Center. As the youngest of three boys, Jean-Luc was always the little one tagging along after his brothers. Bloomington Springs was a quiet place, and there were plenty of fields to explore and mischief for three young boys to get into. After all, there wasn't much else the town had readily available.

Truly though, it was an unremarkable life. Go to school, play in the fields, and if they were very lucky, spend a weekend in Nashville to see their uncle Bobby. To Jean-Luc especially, going to see uncle Bobby was a treat. Not only did he get to see the grand bustling city of Nashville, but uncle Bobby's house was full of books upon books. Jean-Luc always delighted in flipping through the books, even though the advanced and bone-dry rhetoric of scientific texts and journals was often beyond his grasp. Still, they were fun to read, and his uncle would sometimes attempt to even break down the particularly tricky bits down into understandable explanations.

Even though he never saw as much as uncle Bobby as he would have liked, his uncle nevertheless had probably the greatest impact on Jean-Luc's interest in continuing his education after high school. Neither of his brothers did, and they're still stuck in Tennessee. Oh well. They like the small town life. Jean-Luc always found it dull in comparison to Nashville.

It wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted to do in college. All through his life Jean-Luc displayed a special affinity for technology and computers. Jean-Luc was aware of his unique talents, but kept his mouth firmly sealed on the matter for fear that he'd get shipped off to some secret lab like you see in the movies and comic books. To everyone else, he was just a natural with computers. He applied to several colleges (all in major cities), and was accepted to all of them. Although he had initially planned on going to Nashville to be close to family, he instead finally settled on NYU in New York City. Why not? It sounded exciting!

Although his parents were reluctant to see their son go so far away from home, they did support his decision to acquire the best education available to him. And so he was shipped off to The Big Apple, wide-eyed and... well, not quite ready for such a culture shock. Freshman year was rough, and Jean-Luc spent much of his time either at class or holed up in his dorm room, ignoring his roommate noisily making out with his girlfriend while he focused on taking out his frustrations on the internet.

He still managed to make a couple of friends, and luckily after his first year they were all able to pool their money together and rent a nearby apartment. Little has changed since. Most of them still live together, as they have decided to continue on with graduate school or simply remain in the city. He keeps in regular contact with his family in Tennessee, though they hardly ever get to see each other outside of holidays. No matter. He's come to love New York, and has little plan to move anywhere else for a good long time.

IN THE BLACKEST NIGHT
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[[Shamelessly stolen from an old Doctor Who RP]] “Come along, Ponds!” The cheerful voice uttered the phrase with the usual vibrant enthusiasm as it had for nearly half a hundred times past, his voice ringing slightly in the vaulted ceilings of the TARDIS' main console. Following the voice was the Doctor's long bandy-legged figure, skipping up the TARDIS' steps like an overexcited child on a race to the sweet shop or the toy store. A smile was stretched wide across his features, to match his skipping stride and cheerful tone of voice. Come along Ponds! He had rather liked the sound of that. It had just such a lovely ring to it! And it even rhymed a little, if he timed the syllables properly. True, while Pond in the singular worked a little better, he now had TWO Ponds to deal with and that was perfectly acceptable. Two Ponds was just as lovely as one! It had taken him a little while to warm up to Rory as he had as Amy, but now the skinny gawky thing was as welcome a companion as Amy had always been! With a practiced spin of worn dirt-encrusted soles on sleek glass, the Doctor turned to face his current pair of companions, looking (as usual in his gleeful moods) almost smug and utterly giddy with delight. “Come along, come along!” he urged, impatient. “We haven't got all day.” Well, they had. They had lots of days! Years! Time travel was fun like that; the Doctor could ignore any law or rule that he wanted (within reason), but still. Patience had never been his greatest of virtues, at least this time around. He had always been one who was keen to leap from place to place, running to and fro across time and space as quickly as he could. Rare was it for him to even consider pausing to catch his breath. Things went slow, then, and the madman with a box hated to do anything slow. Too much to see, too much to do! For a man who had a control of Time that most people could only dream of, he often found himself trying to cram it full of as many experiences as he could. There just never seemed to be enough time, silly though it sounded. Leaning over the protective railing (for the inevitable rough landing and shaking and getting thrown about like little rag dolls whenever he crashed into things), the Doctor's face split into a wide smile once again, the brief look of impatience fading away. “Where to, you lot? Anywhere you want. You know the rule: it has to be fabulous.” Always, it had to be somewhere fabulous. There was no shortage of it with him at the helm. No shortage of it, even though he had been running amok in the universe for centuries upon centuries. And if they couldn't think of anything fabulous, he could! There was simply so much magic in the universe for them to see, and always a bit of fun and trouble for them to get entangled in. It was still a game to him,the Doctor. And why not? He had only just recently reset the universe in a most lovely manner (if he did say so himself), he had taken the Ponds on a lovely honeymoon that had turned out to be even more fun for him (fish!). And now...! And now...! What would they think of, he wondered? Would the Ponds defer to his superior expertise in fabulousness in all of space and time? Would they opt for another romantic trip, leaving him to get into trouble all on his own? Or better yet, involve them like he had in Venice? Or would they find something wonderful that even he, with all his years and experiences, had managed to overlook? He did that sometimes. With so much out there, even the Doctor wasn't infallible. That was why he brought people along with him, after all. They could turn up the most interesting of things that even he, of all the creatures in the universe, could overlook. “Well?” He urged again, clearly unwilling to sit back and let them turn the question over in their heads for long. Not enough time, not enough time! They had to rapid-fire out ideas if they wanted to even hope to keep up with the sheer bundle of energy that was the Doctor. “Come on, you should be ready for this! Or shall I pick, hmm?” Spinning away from the rail in one of the grand turns he liked to do (not only was it fun to spin about on the TARDIS, he thought it made him look cool), the Doctor all but danced around the goofy hexagonal console, fiddling and fidgeting with the incomprehensible layout, warming up the TARDIS for... well, whatever it was they were going to go to! That is, if the Ponds could ever PICK a place to go to…

WHO HOLDS THE PEN?
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FULL NAME: Jean-Luc Tyler
YOUR NAME: Bug
AGE: 24
TIMEZONE: EST (though with my horrible sleep schedule, that counts for naught)
CONTACT: PM for others
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