[Character Sheet] Micheal Rawlings

[Micheal_Rawlings]

The Basics
Name: Micheal Rawlings
Age: 37
Apparent Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 180
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Physique: Standard build
Race: Human
Language: Common
Religious affiliation: None
Homeland: Earth
Home/Location in Psychotopia: Corporate Headquarters
Heraldic Symbol/Colors: N/A
Companions/Friends: Laur/Till Doyle

Skills
Studies: Harvard business school, Masters in Business Administration
Apprenticeships: None
Natural Abilities: None
Occupation(s): Corporate CEO
Financial Status: Richest Character in the Dojo

Family
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Brothers: Unknown
Sisters: Unknown
Half/Step/Adopted Siblings: Unknown
Spouse: None
Children: None

Possessions -
Inventory Link
Clothing: Grey Suit
Jewelry: None
Weapons: An army of Mechs at his command
Armor: None
Magical Items/Artifacts (and their powers): Emerald Bow
Currency:
Tools/Utensils: None
Books/Scrolls: None
Food: N/A
Medicinal Items/Herbs: N/A
Are any of your possessions sentient? No

Character Depth

// Prequel to Corporate Development \\

"What do you mean they won't sell for any price? Everyone has a price."

"We had a conference with the Psychotopian officials and their leader. Apparently the surrounding land is to be used for the 'Art of the RP', whatever that means. Long story short, they're not planning on selling it."

"' Here we come across a perfectly unspoiled realm, completely unclaimed by any corporation scratch the relatively small companies that litter their capital, and they aren't willing to sell any significant portion of it. What on Earth do they need 100 square miles of forest for?"

Micheal bent over a map on his desk, completely confounded that anyone wouldn't want the price he was offering. He stood up in frustration, tossing his hands slightly into the air. He had spent three years and a large portion of the Corporate stock exploring warp technology and alternate realms for development. Rawlings had come across many alternate realities as he delved through the dimensions, but found few to either be deserted or governed by greedy overlords more than willing to sell out their own people in exchange for a monetary "donation." Mostly, they were uninhabitable.

Ten years ago, Micheal had foreseen the impending overpopulation problem on Earth. But more importantly, he had seen an opening for financial gain. The human race needed more space. Micheal could give them that. And so he had founded a company in which he developed technology to populate other realms. Eventually, humanity had no choice but to squander their money on the survival of their race. No one else on Earth had taken the risk of such an investment, and for Micheal, it paid off. It paid off a lot.

But it was not enough. It never was. And so The Corporation moved on to the next world and repeated the process. Other companies tried to push their way into the business, only to find that Micheal had a stranglehold monopoly on the industry. The strategy of new world development repeated without fail for three years, long enough for The Corporate stock to skyrocket, and for Rawlings' fortune to do the same.

Then came Blackstar. Micheal dismissed his secretary. As she left the room, Micheal began to shake off the disbelief, and reconsider the situation. His warp link would not be left undiscovered long. Soon the other multi-dimensional colonists would find it. Micheal would not accept that. He could sever the warp link, but that would cut him off from Earth, which would do him no good. There was the option of going back to Earth and then caving in the link from there, but links were difficult to find, and there was still the problem of someone else discovering it.

The only option was to take the Blackstar by force. Secretly, Micheal had been hoping for a world that would resist. With a slight grin, Rawlings pressed a button on his intercom.

"Mrs. Stacey, get me the Weapons Development Department. It's time to test their mech army in the field."

"Right away, Mr. Rawlings."

"Pets" (please fill this section out separately for each pet/pet group)
Name: Mech Army(Unit numbers if necesary)
Species: Mech
Coloration: Silver
Clothing: None
Armor: Thick titanium platings
Skills: Advanced combat with projectile weapons
Sentient: No

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