Application Quesitonaire: in character section
(It seems this would be a good icebreaker for the group, so I'm posting the answers to my initial application questionaire here. I thought it was a great questionaire)

Name: Dr. Gaius Baltar.

Occupation or Rank (if any):

Yes, I do have a rank, thank you for asking, my rank is Doctor. These days it seems the only titles that matter to anyone are the military ones, while a doctorate from a leading university, or three leading universities, which represent highest achievements of the civilization we’re all supposed to be trying to preserve, is little more than a ticket to countless tedious jobs, without a 'thank you', let alone respect. My current occupation is as Galactica’s resident Cylon expert, which is supposed to make me a valued and respected advisor at the highest levels of command, but in reality they view as an intruder in their military world, and then complain when I can’t produce miracles on demand. At least they’ve given me my own lab, so I get to spend plenty of time alone.



What makes you unique?:

Well, I am a super-genius, even Adama has to admit that. I’m only one we have left. That makes me a unique resource, like the Galactica mainframe, or the macro-ionic filter in Tillium refinery that we don’t have the resources to replace. Honestly, given how much I contribute, if there is one single object whose loss would put the fleet, no, humanity itself, in the most jeopardy, it’s not any of our military or industrial technology, it’s me. I may be the most powerful and dangerous single object in the universe. If they knew what they were doing, they’d have more security around me than around their nuclear warheads and a team of bodyguards around the clock. But I’m not going to be the one to point it out to them.

What are you afraid of?:

Her. It may sound crazy, but I’m not nearly so afraid of the attacking fleets and raiders and traps saboteurs – they’re all out there, with an entire Battlestar between me. But her, she’s inside, not even in this room, but inside, with access to what I already told you is the most powerful and dangerous resource in the universe – my mind. But as frightening as she is, I’m the one who has the least to fear from her. After all, I can see her, I know her, I can still be in control when I have to be. It’s the others, the ones who don’t even know that she exists, they’re the ones that should really be afraid. They don’t know her, they don’t love her, and they aren’t part of the plan.

What is your biggest regret?:

It wasn’t my fault. The destruction of the colonies was part of a larger plan, and it had to happen as it did, nothing could change it. I couldn’t change it, and I certainly wasn’t responsible for it. But they would never believe that. If they find out I was with her before the attack, they’d assume I was a traitor. They’d hold me responsible for all those billions... They’d probably even be so stupid as to... I don’t want to think about it. It won’t happen. It can’t. She won’t let it, right? It’s not part of the plan.

What pisses you off?:

They don’t give me the respect that I deserve. She’s right about that. They’ve never given me the respect that I deserve.

What keeps you going?:

She does. What else would? Certainly not my ‘friends and colleagues’ on Galactica who do little more than tolerate me as a necessary evil, or humanity which just seems to be degenerating into primitivism as the weeks drag on. I’m an intelligent man. I need intelligent discourse, not military barking, or the degenerating death-moans of a civilization cowering behind the old social conventions, jobs and politics which they can’t admit are meaningless now that humanity’s greatest hope is in surviving long enough to find a mystical home which, even if it exists, is certainly too far away for us to reach it before statistics whittle us down to nothing. She gives me intelligence. She gives me serious discussions, about the future, and about what has happened to me and to everyone. And I have other needs to, emotional and physical as well as intellectual. She satisfies them all.

What or who speaks to your heart?:

Now we all know the organs of the cardiovascular system have nothing to do with communication or emotion. But to answer your question, you’re going to think I have a one-track mind now, but I don’t have any other answer: her. She’s in every part of me, intellect, emotion, curiosity, ambition, paranoia, hope. There aren’t really any corners left she hasn’t touched. If I have a soul, she’s the one. So what if she’s not human; isn’t that what human companionship is supposed to be? Exploration, communication, love, facing the big questions and challenges of life together? If humanity is supposed to be superior to animals because of our ability to connect with others, to love and help one other understand the nature of this universe which our unique intelligence allows us to explore, then she’s the only person here who treats me like a human.