» Fri May 27, 2011 3:06 pm
Ian recoils back in pain as the screen of Noah's PipBoy hits his nose hard.
Ian: Yeeow!! At least let me read the message! And Jaden, I'd rather not have a gun in my face.
Okay, keep calm. They won't really shoot you, will they? Will they?
Ian pushes both the gun and Noah's PipBoy away, and then looks at the message. He mumbles things while reading, like "Richie, you have gomne and done it again." and "Didn't you know this would come back to haunt you?"
Wow. I guess I won the war after all, eh? Now the world is against you. But this punishment is too kind. I'll deal with you.
Ian: Okay. Well, first of all, that isn't me. Second of all, This was commited after the war. During that time, I was locked in a vault IN SPACE. I didn't lie about anything.
Ian opens a pocket and removes a wallet. It contains pre-war money, several pictures and cards. He removed one picture and unfolded it. It showed Ian as a baby, dressed all nicely in a dark blue cloth overall with the initial I.M embroidered on, sitting in a sky blue background. He's staring curiously into the camera, smiling, and is drooling slightly. There is another baby next to little Ian, eerily looking exactly the same, having exactly the same face, wearing the same clothes but with the initials R.M embroidered on instead. The other baby is looking away at something to its left, outside the photo. Ian shows it to both Noah and Jaden, and points to the other baby. He also hands out small playing card-sized photos of the twins at age 8 staring at each other menacingly.
Ian: That's my identical twin brother, Richard. We were born in the east coast, Philadephia. We were luckily dichorionic and diamniotic, so we didn't have any complications. We were intellectually equal and very above average. Richard had no concience or morality, and grew up to be quite violent and destructive, like a bully. But he wasn't the normal kind of bully. He'd plan his attacks, far in advance, talking care of many of the likely situations, forging an escape plan, blaming it on others, framing, almost always succeeding. Becuase he succeeded so often and escaped blame, he wasn't very aware of the concequences. Now that is one of the harder bullies to take care of. We'd wage wars against each other with whatever materials we could find at home. But since he started this habit earlier than me, I usually lost and got the blame for the carnage and "damages" upon my brother. Naturally, that caused stress. I tried my best to not be like him, to try show my parents that I was actually good. I bottled up my anger for years, but one day, that bottle burst. While I was around 4 to 6, I usually put effort in the war. But during the ages 6-12, I just accepted the punisment and blame, banishing any illusions of grandeur of "winning" against my brother, tolerating the abuse, trying to be pacifistic, vowing not to be like my brother. But he did a quite serious attack once, which ended up in several kids being injured. He framed me for the attack, and succeeded. My parents got pulled in, but instead of the classic "defending parents" role, they aided in the prosecution, mentioning the long list of things that Richard successfully framed me for. there was no defender. It was that moment in which the bottle broke. I began creating detailed and elaborate pland for revenge and also began refining my skills in the art of deception and persuasion, practicing grand strategy hour upon hour upon hour, giving up many nights of sleep just to learn that last strick or remember that last piece of information. Ironically, my plans for revenge and distancing myself from my brother and elaborate battles simply made me more likely into the role of the sociopath and bully that Richard created in my parents' minds, and made Richard even more of the favourite son. I became fascinated by programming and scripts, in awe of how much could be written to prepare for what could be years ahead. In scripting and electrinocs I thought I had found the weapon to exact revenge .And when the time came to rush for the vaults, my parent had already booked. I was to be sent as far away from home as possible, obviously because nobody wanted me around, so I ended up entering Vault 99, which was in the west coast then, when it was on the ground. Richard entered the west coast vaults, and I never saw him again.
{OOC: Read it all. You need it all. This is the reason he's up to his knees in gadgets, why he's not too good socially, and he prefers to trick his enemies, shown by the rescue of Ryan. this also shows why he's not very trustful. He became slightly paranoid, explaining the social skills and slow-to-trust attitude, and planned way in advance which explains the gadgets. Phew! That was LONG!}
