PAC Request
PAC Requesting Approval
PAC Requested (Which job): Sr. Doctor (And other non-combatant roles that use suits)
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:72847460
Photograph of PAC:
Character Lore
This is a rewrite of an older request of mine. It is a little less dense and doesn't include any anomalous abilities. I hope you enjoy reading it! In short: It follows an encounter with the GOC, subsequent capture and eventual acceptance into the Foundation. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Then it passed. The light pulled back and something was there — a presence, familiar but also not. It spoke to me in a language i couldn't understand or really make sense of, but i felt what it was feeling. Disappointment. Regret. I only learned much later what that moment actually was, and who exactly i had met: SCP-███.
And just like that i was somewhere else. Color everywhere. Noise. It was just too much. What am i? What was that?
And so my existence started. I wandered. I learned things. I survived. I didn't really know why i kept going, only that it felt like the right thing to do, so i did. For a long time i just lived quietly in a forest. Warm summers, gentle winters. It was peaceful mostly, eventful sometimes. But it didn't last. They found me eventually. People in strange clothes, lots of them, all shouting things i didn't understand yet. I remember lots of shouting. And then pain. Then nothing.
I woke up in a cold cell. They kept their distance, studied me from afar. Called me an anomaly, something that shouldn't exist. I learned their language slowly and pieced things together — i was too unusual to ignore but also too unusual to just get rid of apparently. I told them i knew very little. They didn't believe that. And somewhere in all of that i felt something for the first time myself: Fear. Real fear.
Then one night there were loud bangs and the lights went out and then it was just quiet. New people came in. They felt different. Not hostile. They moved me somewhere warmer and over time people in white coats came, talked to me, taught me things. Reading. Writing. What this world actually was. It was like something finally clicking into place.
One day someone came to visit that felt different from the rest. Calm, well dressed, long coat. He asked me what i wanted to do with all that time I had. Offered me something — not fieldwork, not combat. Documentation. Assistance. A place where someone is actually worth something to the people around them.
I agreed.
Game Master
Administrator
SCP-RP Staff
Platform Team
