Aug. 3rd, 2012

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[nick / name]: Tasha
[personal LJ/DW name]: kilobites
[other characters currently played]: N/A
[e-mail]: sergeantskittles@gmail.com
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[series]: Bioshock
[character]: Andrew Ryan
[character history / background]: Right here!
[character abilities]: He has no supernatural or Plasmid related abilities (he's probably one of the few people left in Rapture you could characterize this way). Despite being powerful, wealthy, and extremely intelligent and well-educated on matters of economics, business, and industry, he's a regular human with no powers.
[character personality]: Andrew was born in Russia at the turn of the twentieth century as Andrei Rianofski. From a young age, he was unhappy with the way he saw the tsarist regime leading Russia, and believed that there had to be something better, disliking the monopoly of power the tsars had over Russia. However, in 1917, he saw the Russian Revolution firsthand, a revolution that led to a socialist government taking power. He was even less impressed by the socialists than by autocratic rule -- this developed in him one of his strongest personality traits: the belief that "parasites" (i.e., the Bolshevik party in the Revolution) got in the way of great men accomplishing great things. In order to be truly great, he believed, one must stand on their own merits, and work for themselves alone, not be seduced by the false promises of communism and the lure of becoming less than productive. This led to his lifelong pursuit of financial stability and faith in capitalism. In 1919, he left Russia, changed his name to the more American sounding Andrew Ryan, and went to the United States, where he believed he could be successful in business.

Even starting out in the United States, he was the consummate politician, ruthless and sadistic, though he wouldn't want to hear anyone describe him that way. His distaste for politicians and government is obvious -- he believes that cities should be run more like a corporation than a governed body. However, he is also an idealistic man -- he genuinely believes in the ideals of capitalism and objectivism. His ambition is great, and his distaste for censorship and government control are strong. For these reasons, he became very successful in business throughout the 1920s and 1930s, getting involved in several industries such as mining, engineering, and the railroads. He made a fortune through wise investments and clever business practices, but during the 1930s, he began to become suspicious of the "New Deal" politicians, who he believed reflected the ideals of socialism just a little too much. 

He is not a trusting man, and he hates the idea of any government trying to enforce state social programs. He inherently believes that people are trying to gain something from him or use him for their own purposes--after all, that's what he does to other people. During the 1930s, he built his own forest for his personal enjoyment, using the money he'd made through his business. The government moved to nationalize the forest and turn it into a park. Instead, he chose to burn it to the ground instead of letting them do so. This is an example of his stubbornness and hot-tempered nature --
 when someone disagrees with him or tries to forbid him from doing something, his answer is to simply go around them, or, if they get in the way too much, eliminate them entirely. He is not always directly confrontational -- he can be more manipulative, often choosing to use people's words and actions against them, rather than being outright confrontational or destructive. However, if really provoked, he will flare up quickly against people who seriously irritate him, and go out of his way to hurt them both physically and economically.

By the end of the Second World War, Andrew had had enough of the United States, frustrated with the US's use of the atomic bomb to end the war. This, he thought, was a misuse of science, science used for destructive means by people he thought no better than the 'parasites' he'd left back in Russia. So, with the fortune he had amassed, he chose to build his own city, a city where no government could touch him. This city was built underneath the Atlantic Ocean, and was named Rapture. It was opened in 1946, and he invited scientific geniuses, artistic talents, and industry luminaries to populate it, creating a city that he believed would be a paradise for the free market. 
Perhaps needless to say given the example above, Andrew is very confident, maybe even overly egotistical. He is used to getting what he wants, and not having to make too many demands to do so. He is genuinely confused when people don't do as he says. Used to the power and cache that come with being a wealthy businessman and then the wealthy creator of a "utopian" city, he finds it hard to acknowledge when people question him or his city.

By 1957, however, things in Rapture were no longer so idyllic. Although the city had been relatively prosperous, problems had arisen. A substance, called ADAM, was discovered, which was found to have amazing properties. The use of it allowed people to splice their genes, allowing them to take on supernatural abilities such as increased speed, increased intelligence, and even the ability to fling fireballs from their hands. Because Andrew believes firmly in the importance of the free market, he did not regulate the use of this substance, even though it soon proved to become dangerously addictive and even caused insanity in many people. His stubbornness also means that he refuses to allow anyone to communicate with the outside world -- the only law in Rapture -- which has led to a rise in black market goods and smugglers. After eliminating (as far as he knows) the chief smugger in Rapture, Frank Fontaine, he is embroiled in a bloody civil war with the leader of a revolutionary group, who calls himself Atlas.

Recent events and attacks have shaped his personality in some ways -- making him more distrustful, more angry, and more set in his ways -- but they have also simply emphasized several key traits: Despite being an incredibly selfish man, who often seeks to get what he wants by toying with people, he rarely pretends to be someone's friend when he isn't. It is very clear to those who oppose him, like Fontaine or Atlas, that he doesn't like them and will actively seek to destroy them. When he does something, he makes it clear that he's doing it because it benefits him. Sometimes, he will try to convince people to do what he wants "for the greater good", but often he will be blunt about his own selfishness. He's distrustful of people who claim to be acting in an altruistic fashion, and, in fact, only trusts those who make it clear they're looking out for number one, just like him.

He is generally inclined to make lofty speeches, touting the importance of his ideas. While he doesn't want to be viewed as a "politician" -- "visionary" will do just fine, thank you very much -- he understands that people are likely to see him as a politician. If someone wants to discuss his ideas with him, he's more than willing to oblige, but he'll also speak to just about anyone who looks willing to listen. As long as he has an audience, he will go on at great length about capitalism, objectivism, and the perceived evils of various governments.

[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: New Years Day, 1959, just after the attack on the masquerade ball in the Kashmir Restaurant.

[journal post]:

First things first. Where the hell am I?

[The audio is on, and there's a clunking sound, like something just got dropped or kicked.]

I demand an answer. If this is some sort of kidnapping attempt, I assure you, it won't go over well. I'm not some sort of cringing child that can be ordered around and made to jump at shadows. Show yourselves! Explain what you want with me.

[A long pause.]

If you're not willing to do that, then I suppose I'll just have to come find you. You've made a terrible mistake. You've made me very angry.

[The audio shuts off.]

[third person / log sample]:

He never would have admitted it, not even to himself, most of the time, but it was very hard to concentrate on one's work when one's city was falling down around their ears. Every few seconds, he looked up from the paperwork, hearing some sort of sound, some suggestion that someone, somewhere, was coming for him, weapon in hand, or worse, Plasmids in hand. It was paranoia, of course, he recognized that well enough, and he tried to shake the thought off. The security was strong. His sanctuary would hold.

He put one hand on his forehead and sighed, pausing for a moment before bringing his other hand up to slowly massage his temples, wincing a bit at the headache that he already felt starting right behind his eyes. It had been a long day. They were all long days, but this one had been worse, somehow, perhaps because they had been pressuring him again. They wanted answers, but they didn't understand -- there were no easy answers, there was only effort, hard work, pushing himself forward. He could achieve what they could only dream of, and none of them understood.

He'd tried, usually successfully, to channel all of his energy into work, to avoid the worries about anything else. But somehow, those niggling concerns still crept in, even as he spread more and more paperwork over the desk to push them away. He had blueprints to concentrate on; a proposed addition to Hephaestus had him concerned about the rising costs of labor, and McDonagh had been pressuring him to make improvements to the sewage system. It was New Year's Eve. He should have been somewhere else, somewhere celebrating, a pretty girl on his arm. But he was here.

Lighting a cigarette, he leaned back in his chair, taking the office around him, as familiar to him as anything now. It was the place he spent most of his time, the place he retreated to when things got serious. After a few moments of contemplation, the phone rang, its shrill noise jarring his moment of solitude. Reluctantly, he picked it up. "Ryan."

It was Sullivan, voice frantic. "Mr. Ryan. There's been an attack at the Kashmir." 

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