To be honest, I can play it anyway you guys need it. It doesn’t look like (at least so far) that the science is going to be too daunting, so I can give it a shot at an assistant character, but I can throw down as a grunt too. There’s always that wild-card character, like Eli, from SGU. That could be fun…here’s a little of each<br/><br/>Assistant – Gregory Witherspoon – 27 - Computer Science Grad out of UC Berkeley. My own knowledge is limited in that field, so it all will depend on how deeply scientific you wanna go ^_^. He’d be 6 feet and around 190 pounds. Surprisingly athletic and social when he wants to be, but tends to feel weird around groups. He dressed in clothes a tab bit bigger than his normal size, which gives him more of a lankier look than he deserves. It’s almost like he wants to avoid notice by appearing the everyday egghead. His being picked to go into the program was a perfect mix of opportunity and skill. While some higher ups in uniform were running calculations on gate function and power consumption, he noticed an error in the program they were using. A small thing, really, which made it hard to see. That  little hard to see thing saved the government a few million, and the uniforms at least six months on their timetable. Without his knowledge, he was surveyed…his life held under a microscope. The background check was completed quietly and his dossier in the archives awaiting activation. It just so happens that his number was about to come up.<br/><br/>Soldier – Major Mathew “Cash” Price – 30 – USMC Force Recon – I would want this guy to a little heavier 6’2 210 pounds of government issued pisstivity. Fresh out of a feeler mission in Iran, Major Price received word that his presence would be needed in Colorado Springs. He was told that he was going into a new playground, with new rules. The Major could only guess that this was about that battery of tests that were run on him before Iran. The one where they kept asking him weird questions about “adverse environments”. What the hell did they mean by that? He could walk out of his barracks on a calm day and still be in an “adverse environment”. Before he even saw the facility he was approached with a choice. A deployment of a lifetime, with very little chance for a personal life, or a chance to finally go out and make a life that he’s been fighting for others to keep thus far. His answer was simple, yet heartfelt. If they needed him, they got him. Life never gave him a reason live, other than to make sure that life was worth living for others. From that point on, everything changed.<br/><br/>Wildcard – Charles Meriwether – 23 – 5’11, 175. Charlie would be the son of a prominent scientist that was brought onto the project in its early stages. Growing up, Charlie didn’t really understand a lot that was going on, or that his father was teaching him chunks of Ancient and Egyptian hieroglyphics. It was all some game to him, and the only thing that kept them together after his mother died in an accident 4 years ago. His father buried himself in his work, and Charlie worked hard at their little game to slice off a piece of personal attention. Even when Charlie left school, and his father exploded, they would be able to make some semblance of piece, by piecing together something else…something big.  On the day before his father’s death, Charlie went to his study and finally confronted him. Things were starting to come together…something about a doorway to the heavens. After a long, hard look, his father shook his head and gave his son the hardest hug he’s had in years “if you’re asking, it means it’s time for us to stop. I’m so sorry, but the less you know, the better off you are.” Charlie couldn’t understand until a year after the “lab accident” took his father’s life. The government had paid for everything, though Charlie took on a job at a local coffee shop to pass the time. While walking home, a black limo smoothly slowed beside him, keeping pace as the back window rolled down “Charles Meriwether?” The man asked. Apprehensively, Charlie nodded “I’m Dr. Chandler” the man said smoothly, holding out a photo ID “I know your father”. Charlie’s face frowned, and he turned to walk faster home “You might not have heard, Doc. My father’s dead”. Dr. Chandler could only smile and shake his head “No…we’re very sure you’re father is still alive. And he, no, we all need your help to find him again”<br/><br/>Any of these can be tweaked to the story's specs. I may have to do a little background research to round out who I play, but we can just play it by ear. I appreciate you both considering me for a spot!