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Voltron: New Alliances Persona Sheet

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Mundane information:

Name: Wil Gillis II

E-mail address: wil_power@hotmail.com

Address: Pennsylvania

Birthday: 16/4

Age: 20

Computer: Acer 1240 AMD K5-166 (really only 116MHz), 48MB RAM, Voodoo3 2000, 15GBHD

Hobbies: Reading novels and science essays. Collecting comic books, anime, and martial arts movies.

Homepage: HTTP://www.oocities.org/wil_power.geo/main1.html

Anything you'd like to do for New Alliances?: I'd like to contribute to the maintenance of the page and maybe contribute some plot ideas.

Your persona:

Name: LT. Peter Gilmoure

Nickname: Wilpower

Position/Occupation: Xenotechnologist- Sea Team Pilot

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Birthdate: 16/4/2649

Birthplace: Earth? Assumed see background

Parents and family:

Mother: Dr. Sharyl Lucas-Gilmoure 30/6/2614

Occupation: Professor of Anthropology Millersville University

Father: Col. Jakob Gilmoure 27/2/2614

Occupation: Retired soldier. He hires himself out as a security consultant.

Siblings:

Sister: Jaqueline Gilmoure-Pearson 28/10/2632

Occupation: Homemaker and mother

Brother: Mikal Gilmoure 7/7/2635

Occupation: V.P. marketing of Mechadine INC.

Brother: Sgt. Paul Gilmoure 16/4/2649 -Fraternal twin

Occupation: Soldier (M.I.A.)

Physical description:

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 225 pounds

Eye shape/color: His eyes are light brown but you would never know it, eyes almost always appear half closed as if he is always looking down.

Facial features: A wide but well trimmed grey peppered black beard that makes him look several years older than he is. There is also a small scar that creeps out of his left eyebrow.

Hair color/style/texture: His Black hair is short and his sideburns are trimmed to meet his beard.

Complexion: Oak Brown (his a African-American)

Build: He is a big man for his height. He looks stocky but athletic. Arms and legs are evidence of years of weight training but at the same time he almost appears to be unassuming.

Identifying marks: claw shaped scars on his left forearm and back, which he received at 17. When he saved his nephew, Gregory Pearson d.o.b.24/10/2659 from a mountain lion attack.

Handiness: prefers his right hand but has exhibited high ambidextrous capabilities due to his training in the martial arts

Dress: Peter normally wears Uniform on days he is on duty to be at the ready. On days off he tends to wear an off-white sweater, jeans, and thin wire black rectangular glasses as if he were attending a lecture somewhere.

Jewelry: A simple Multifunction black rubber banded watch

General Background: Peter Gilmoure's childhood was an odd one. He really has doesn't know where he and his twin brother Paul spent most of there time growing up all he remembers is that he spent a lot of time in space on military transports and that he didn't meet his two older siblings in person till he was four. When they had Christmas holiday at GG HQ on earth right before being sent to join the other siblings at a prestigious boarding school.

Peter & Paul became known as the wonder twins because they excelled at school. They started school in 6th grade at 6 then moved on to 10th at 9 and graduated at 11. His mother got a job as a professor in Pennsylvania; shortly there after his father Jakob came to join them.

However their father thought their physical education was neglected and made sure they where thoroughly trained by him in the martial arts and survival techniques. Which was a mistake. The resentment that developed in the twins grew to the point where they and their father one day got into a physical altercation.

The day had started as usual at 5:00am with a 10Km run in the freezing morning air followed by calisthenics for an hour then breakfast but this morning their father said there would be no breakfast because Paul was being lazy and that we would be no meals or breaks till Paul caught up. Paul decided he had enough and said no and locked his eyes on his fathers'.

Jakob noticed the fire in his son's eyes and asked his son if he thought he could take him. Paul nodded and dropped into his fighting stance. Before Peter could utter a word of protest the contest had begun.

Paul made the first move. He threw a jab at his father, which missed by a mile. Jakob ducked easily out of the way and countered with a knee to Paul's stomach sending him backwards. The blow knocked the wind out of him but Paul recovered quickly and in the same motion as his falling back twisted his body and kicked his father under his left rib. A sound as if a muffled board cracking was heard.

Paul landed and quickly resumed a fighting stance with a look of victory on his face. Jakob stumbled back with a look of pride on his face as he looked at Paul then over to Peter as if silently saying, "this is what I've wanted from you."

Peter stood there in awe at the ferocity of his father and brothers' battle. It had gone well beyond being simply a contest of wills but to all out war. "This is what my father wants?" Peter said to himself. "For me to be this bloodthirsty, to be this rage filled, to be this out of control. No, never, I won't let him make me that way and I won't let him make Paul that way either, but am I too late." He launched himself into the fray.

"Dad, Paul, stop this now before one of you get seriously hurt." said Peter.

"Naw, His had this coming a long time and I aim to give it to him." Paul responded during a brief pause before dodging a triple sweep combo only to be hit be by backhand to the face making his lip bleed.

"Boy, the only thing your giving me is a bad reputation if you ever where to join Galaxy Garrison. I taught you better then this or you like your brother here trying to be an do'cha (pronounce Dough CHA, roughly translated egghead) like your Mother."

Peter was shocked by his father's words. Never in his whole life did his father use his grandfathers' tribal tongue to insult someone unless he meant it. For Peter, this was the final insult but instead of him joining in the fight like he knew his father wanted him to he did something all together unplanned.

"PAUL, we're leaving come." Peter said with a timber in his voice that seemed to push both Paul and Jakob three feet away from him with every syllable.

Jakob looked into his son Peter's eyes and slightly trembled. If he lit a fire in Paul he opened a door straight to hell in Peter. How his son was containing his fury was a complete mystery to Jakob but he knew that Peter now was the true challenger not Paul.

Paul replied. "I..I am not going anywhere I'm not finished." Spitting the blood from his mouth.

"Yes. You are." And faster then either Jakob or Paul could believe Peter was standing there in front of Paul staring him down with his right hand pointing towards the house and his left fist planted squarely in Paul's stomach.

"Now, go." And Paul started half-limping towards the house holding his gut as if trying to hold in the contents.

"Thank you son, for what you did for Me." said Jakob.

"I didn't do it for you. I did it for him. Now he'll hate me instead of you." Replied Peter with slight touch of that grave timber still in his voice. "That I can live with."

"I guess we'll dispense with training for today and start again bright and early tomorrow."

"No."

"What do you mean No?"

"When I said we're leaving I didn't mean the woods." Peter points in the direction of their home.

Peter watched as the shock set in on his fathers face. "You can't do that where would you go?

"I don't know yet but it won't be with you." With that said Peter turned and walked away towards the house. "Oh and one more thing. Paul was right you did have this coming for a long time." Alone, in the cold Jakob stood there watching both his sons walk towards the house. Snow began to fall. A snowflake landed on the side of his face melted and ran down hi cheek as if it were a tear.

True to his word Peter arranged for he to move in with his sister Jaqie's family and Paul to move in with their brother Mikal. Peter continued his education focusing his Technological expertise with his knowledge of anthropology to get a M.A. in Xenotechnology at M.I.T. and was accepted as a doctorate candidate before being recruited by Galaxy Garrison at 17. Paul hearing that his brother was joining Galaxy Garrison signed up as well

To celebrate him and Paul joining Galaxy Garrison their sister Jaqie arranged a family camping vacation before they left for boot camp. Everyone came Jaqie, Jaqie's Husband Jibri (pronounced Juh-brE), their 6yr old son Gregory, and their mother Sharyl. Ok, everyone except their father.

Their mother tried to pass off their fathers' absence as him being called away for duty, but Peter knew his father didn't want to be there because he was ashamed.

The camping trip was a wonderful experience. On the first day everyone got a good laugh watching Jibri try to put together the tents for 3 hours. Once accidentally getting an expanding rod somehow stuck through his shirt sleeve to sleeve. The second day all the guys went fishing. Gregory showed them all up by bringing in not only 4 fish himself but also a whopping size 15 wading boot.

On the third night things got well out of hand. Jaqie and Jibri retired to their tent early. Sharyl sat looking up at the stars. Paul went to get some more firewood and Peter was writing a letter in his tent to his friend Carmily Santos trying to decide if he should write as a friend or something more after what happened the last time they saw each other. And Gregory was somewhere where exactly he didn't know and neither did anyone else except a predator on the hunt that night.

Paul returned with the firewood only to see his mother sitting by the fire watching the stars. She looked over at him and asked him where Greg was. This surprised Paul he hadn't seen Greg in an hour when he left he assumed he was at the camp. His mother told him that Greg took off after him a few minutes after he left. Paul dropped the wood where he stood and ran to the tent he and his brother shared. Paul huffed "Is Greg in here?" Peter immediately dropped the pad and ran out of the tent. And began yelling with his brother "Gregory! Gregory!!"

The yelling stirred Jaqie and Jibri. They quickly dressed and ran out of the their tent. "Where's our son?"

"Greg wondered away." Sharyl said not mentioning that he went after his uncle. This gesture was unnecessary cause Paul was too worried about his nephew to be concerned about blame.

Paul blurted out "He apparently tried following me but I didn't know he was behind me. I never would have let him out of my sight if I'd known."

Jaqie replied, "It's not your fault. Lets go looking for him. We'll form small groups, me and Paul, and Peter your with Jibri. Mom you stay here in case he comes back."

Peter snapped his fingers. "Everybody grab a flare gun that way whoever can signal that they have found Greg. Oh wait there is only three. All right one for mom, one for Jibri and one for Paul. Paul lead the way."

They followed Paul into the woods to where he left the trail. Right there they choose for Paul to back track the way he went with Jibri, Jaqie to continue up the trail and for Peter to follow what appeared to be set of tracks that seemed the right size for Greg.

Peter followed the tracks for nearly an hour & a half when a sound coming from a nearby rockface caught his attention. He looked up to see his nephew approximately twenty feet up in a crevice cursing and throwing rocks at a mountain lion on the level below him.

Peter yelled up to his nephew. "Gregory, you do know when we get back to camp your getting the whooping of a lifetime; right."

Greg looked down and smiled. "UNCLE PETE!" he almost fell out of his spot.

Peter looked around and found a branch to his liking and snapped it off the tree then broke so it in two so each half was about a meter. "This should do."

"Hey Unc, I'm running out of rocks up here!" Greg said winding up to pitch one straight into the cougar's snout making it roar in pain.

Ok it was time for Peter to reveal his plan. "Gregory, jump!" Greg looked down asset the odds himself and shook his head no. "Trust me I'll catch you." Looked into his nephew's eyes.

Greg sat there another moment thinking but the cat scratching on the rock beside him letting him know it now had a grip prompted him into action. "Shiiit!"

Peter barely got under his nephew in time he wasn't expecting to jump so far out. He caught Gregory and rolled with the impact about 6 feet. "And where did you learn to curse like that young man?" Greg smiled a lopsided mischievous grin, the trademark of all Gilmoures and Peter responded in kind. "Here take this and shoot it straight up in the air." He fished the flare gun out of his pocket and handed it to Greg.

Peter looked up and saw the mountain lion was coiling it self to pounce. "MOVE!" and pushed his nephew away from him. The cougar landed on Peter's back a claw managed to cut through his vest down to the flesh. Peter cried out in pain. Then there was a blinding red flash and the weight of the cat was off his back.

Peter looked up to see Greg pointing a smoking flare gun at him. A look of wow was on his face. "Sorry." Peter got up and looked for the flare. He found it lying on the ground a few meters from where he was laying and right beside it with a burnt patch of fur on it's rear the mountain lion teeth bared staring at the two of them.

Peter grabbed the two sticks and handed one to Greg. "In case it gets past me. Now back off." Peter moved towards the cougar wielding his stick like a sword.

He approached the cat with the tip of the stick towards it poking the air trying to gauge the big cat's speed as it swiped at the stick. The cat leapt pass the stick and at the man. Peter managed to get his left arm up in time to block the blow but his exposed arm was cut.

Peter's counterstrike was beautiful if he had been wielding a sword instead of a branch he would have killed the animal instantly. He released three crushing blows while the cat was still in the air. He first brought the stick from right to left across the beast's chest, then back to the right, and quickly snapped his wrist to drive the cracked tip into its sternum breaking the branch.

The feline now injured backed away a little but then began charging towards Peter as if determined not to die alone. Peter braced himself for another pass this time prepared to end the cat's life, but this was never to be just as the cougar was about a meter away from Peter a red beam lanced through the cat and into the rock face leaving a smoldering pockmark. The cougar fell dead at Peter's feet.

A cheer came up from behind Peter from Gregory. "Pop Pop!" Peter turned to see his savior. There his father was, standing in his GG uniform holstering his sidearm. Greg ran to his grandfather and gave him a big hug. "Nanny said you weren't coming."

"Of course I came didn't I always say I'd be there when you need me?" looking more at his son then Gregory. "Peter, good job son, but next time don't be so nice. I know you could have killed it with one blow."

Peter looks at his father as if to retort but changes his mind. "Let's go." He walks back to camp slightly ahead of his father and Greg. Listening to their conversation.

"Pop Pop, you bring me anything?"

"Yep, and something special for your uncles too."

Back at the camp Peter lay on his cot while his mother bandaged him up. Outside he could hear his nephew retelling his story of how Uncle Pete fought the "giant saber-toothed tiger" to a standstill and how Pop Pop came to his rescue. Through the flap of the tent he could see Greg re-enacting the fight with a stick. "Mom, when I have kids I, hope to god they don't turn out like him." His mother "accidentally" poured the antibacterial directly on his back. "OUCH. What I meant was he's a little too wild. Too much like his..."

"His Uncles." Sharyl said covering the back wound.

Peter said, "Well, maybe, but I don't remember us doing anything quite that stupid." as he sat up.

"Oh really." His mother handed him a shirt. "Do you recall a certain riot at Dayspring Academy when you where 7? As I recall two young men by the name of Gilmoure had to have a third young Mr. Gilmoure come to their rescue when they decided they were going to fight the Lopez brothers."

"Hey, how was I supposed to know there were 6 of them? I know at least one was a cousin." A lopsided grin appeared on his face. "Besides they started it."

His Mother punched him in his right arm. "My point is he is just like all the rest of you Gilmoure men. Stubborn, arrogant, and cute even when you don't want to be." She pinched his cheeks like when he was a little kid. "Now finish getting dressed so we can head into town to check you out"

On the way into town Peter and Paul rode with their father in his transport. "Paul do you see that box behind your seat. I got something for you and Peter inside." Paul reached behind the seat and opened the box inside were two meter long black rectangular tubes and two backpacks. Paul grabbed a tube and pulled on the end of it. Out came a black blade.

"Swords?!!" The twins said in unison.

"Yep, A little something I got some friends in R&D to make for you. If you notice the blades aren't metal but a ceramic polymer twice as strong as cobalt steel. Capable of withstanding level 3 laser fire though I wouldn't suggest you test that out and it'll never rust." Jakob looked back at his sons their faces lit up like it was Christmas day. "The bags are designed to hold the scabbards in place. Inside are general orders allowing you to take them anywhere in the planetary alliance."

The twins thanked their father for their gifts. It was dawn by the time they got to town. The fourth day they enjoyed giggles at the name of Peter's doctor L.P. McQuack as he stitched him up and asking him if he knew a Drake Mallard.

Two weeks later Paul left for boot camp one month later Peter joined him. Peter served in several campaigns before he was assigned to the Spaceborne Smithsonian to research the hybridization of Denubian/Terran technologies.

Personality: He often appears reserved if not outright cold and analytical. This comes from being taught as a child not to express ones true emotions to strangers and observing his parents at many political and high society functions. However this is only his surface layer. Peter is really a very compassionate person and quite selfless but due to his upbringing he takes time to reveal his true feelings. One emotion Peter tries his hardest to hide is his anger or better yet his rage.

He inherited his fathers' furious temper which if not for years of self-training could erupt into a murderous berserker rage towards an offending party. Alas in the months since his brother Paul's disappearance his control of his temper is waning.

Peter's calm under fire has served him and those around him well. While many maybe panicking or hesitant Peter calmly analyzes the situation and proceeds to his goal. Which has oft gotten him labeled a loner because by the time the rest of his unit has decided to act he is on his well on his way.

Peter also has a dry wit that more often offends then imparts a sense of camaraderie. What may come off, as an insult is really just a simple barb. When he really insults you he'll do it in a way you'll have to think about what he said. Example. Once Peter was waiting to see a Dean at Dayspring Academy when he got the attention of the secretary. She said, "Sorry, sorry, I only have two hands."

To which Peter replied, "But alas no brain." He meant this only in jest but the secretary responded back.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" Now Peter was feeling challenged he had to push the envelop on this confrontation.

"You heard what I said. Where is your failure to comprehend? Is it the vocabulary or is it the SYNTAX?" She sat quietly for moment then her face flushed red then she got up and came over to him pointing her finger in his face and was going to say something when the Dean came out of his office and motioned Peter to come in. "Have a nice Day." And joined the Dean in his office. When his meeting was over he walked out of the office obligatory to the secretary trying to get his attention. She chased him down three corridors and out of the building before she caught up with him.

"You know what you said up there to me was rather rude. I think you should apologize."

"What did I say?" Peter said just hoping she would repeat the words.

The secretary scowled at him. "You said I had no brain."

"Oh, that's right." Peter snickered. "For that I do apologize. I meant to say you had the attention span of a 3year old on a sugar rush." The Secretary's jaw went slack. "It was good seeing you again. But I've got to get to class, bye." He walked away leaving the shocked secretary standing where she was.

Pets: Shaderunner, an Alaskan husky currently is being taken care by his nephew Gregory Pearson.

Hobbies: reading, writing poetry, camping, piano, martial arts (jujitsu, Kempo, and a family style of native American martial arts)