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[PROJECT ATLAS BORDERLINE]


[SUBJECTS: 4]

[STATUS: 1 ALIVE]


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Subject: William.

Date of birth: unknown.

Occupation: Truck driver; mechanic; engineer; architect; construction worker.

Likes: working at his own pace; music related to Sabaton or similar; lightly drinking alcohol; forging; mining; building; crafting; destroying; doing dangerous stunts.

Dislikes: Dishonesty (he'll be INCREDIBLY petty); cheap beer (prefers sugary alcohols or similarly sweeter tasting, like cider); his stuff being misplaced; someone being oblivious to what he deems as obvious (though this happens rarely); His contraptions being damaged.

Additional info:

William is completely terrified of anysort of dolls. The mere sight of one freezes him up or cause's him to loose control and attack the doll with anything on hand (giving him a weapon is entirely unadvised.)

William is confident when he knows he has somesort of backup that defends him, i.e. a suit of armor, cannons, traps and anything of the sorts that would guve him an advantage. But as soon as he doesn't have the backing, he becomes deathly afraid or shocked, in the same way a deer is when they get caught in the headlights of a moving vehicle.

Bio:

William is a overweight man who is believed to be in his fourties. He never discloses his origin and his birth certificate can not be found from any archive.

William owns several vehicle scrapyards, where presumably he gets his mechanical parts from, but he is willing to create his own parts using tools he has available.

William is capable of turning anysort of hunk of junk into a functioning prototype of... some kind. (I still have no ideas on what he can come up with.)

He also doesn't worry that much about money, as he is the owner of a few establishments relating to the automotive and mining industry.

He became a prime suspect for our project when we heard news of him trying to sell a "mobile battle fortress made of steel, bronze and lead, powered by coal" to the British.

They obviously turned him down, thinking he was a lunatic, but our organization looked deeper into it and found that he wasn't lying. He genuinely had a floating battleship, as in a flying battle ship out in the ocean.

This stunt made him one of the prime candidate for Project Atlas Borderline (or PAB, as I will shorten it as of now).

Additional Notes: He is a perfect candidate as an engineer. All we need is to someway coax him into building a stable way of travel across our world and to the other world, which we dubbed "Unseen" world.

Could use refinement, most likely to spill secrets about others.

Has an unstable mind. His insanity can be triggered by immense noise of clockwork. Theory is that he was in pure isolation for a long time, semingly tortured in the same way as the chinese water torture, albeit no water was involved and only ticking of a machine could've been heard.

Problematic Note: It seems the subject had expired after several years had passed through our world (I have no idea if the time dilation is at play here, so I am safely asuming here).

He seemed to have died due to an accident on a moving vehicle. While we didn't have anysort of video recording devices attached to our subjects, we did managed to attach audio recorders, which broadcast to us.

His last words were "My life has finally hit midnight, the clock is spinning to it's final resting place. I have no control." At which point, We heard a crash, followed by loud ticking, large and heavy piston engine noises and the sound of explosions.

Theory is that he died in a vehicular crash in air, possibly was shot down.


Subject: David "Dave" Smith Jr.

Date of birth: August 11, 1985.

Occupation: Mercenary; thief-for-hire; charter; valet; self-proclaimed "explorer".

Likes: Occasionally living rough; strip clubs; anything sexual and/or pleasurable with the opposite gender; exploring; info gathering; getting payed to kill/steal; challenge on his jobs; dressing up; acting; accrobatics.

Dislikes: Reminders of reality; somber tones; sad times; anything that would make him emotionally upset with sadness.

Bio: Born in the U.S.A. in a small town in the state of Alaska, Dave was an outback fisherman.

At the age of 15, he accidentally shot his parent and ran away into the woods, where he learned how to survive in the cold wilderness by stealing, scavenging and exploring the land.

At some point in his life he learned to drive a car at the age of 18, but that's because he traveled south through many major cities, until finally ending up in Las Vegas, where he learned to drive a car.

He soon after became a independent enforcer, being hired by many gangs and families to silence, bribe, spy, recruit and kill potential threats and/or people.

At the age of 27, he decided to retire from being a freelance mobster and decided to travel to Africa. Though, there he soon found himself in trouble as local forces were called and tried to arrest him, which made him shoot every cop that he came across.

He was then lost in the African wilderness instead and went all the way through north and reached Europe.

There he became a mercenary, hitman and a thief-for-hire (Reportedly, he assassinated major figures and managed to steal treasures from banks and museums. Also, might I add that he essentially sounds like a crappier version of Lupin? As in, the third? Genuinely, he does). He managed to earn enough of a living from it, that he made an illegal company dedicated to proffesional hitman.

He soon retired (again) at the age of 35, when he seemingly met William.

Originally William was a guy he was gonna steal from, but found his demeanour rather fun and the fact that William was always honest made it more appealing for Dave.

So the two chatted and became good friends with eachother in a bar, and also meeting and becoming friends with two others who will be named later in these documents.

Additional notes: The subject is useful for scouting, incredibly so. Perfect material for sample collecting and he has excellent cartography he can do.

Subject usally acts happy and devious in order to keep his grave depression (we assume at least) at bay, being a subject to cruelty of life changed his mind for the worst.

Subject is also known to disguise almost too well as another person, often tricking everyone and just passing by them. He is also capable of creating forged documents.

Has a ungodly desire to have intercourse with females, often paying hookers for the job.

Proplematic note: The subject expired. Presumably related to the same way William had possibly died, as the same noises was heard. His final words being "Ram it right up it's damn arse!" before expiring.


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