| Gin Rummy; Not a Generic Raider, haaa | |
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| Big Boss | Nov 16 2016, 05:13 AM Post #1 |
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Under the cover of night, a tattooed, mohawked, and armored raider looks on at the hub of social interaction around here. A hint of an idea creeps into his sluggish brain, and he gets to work on making himself look somewhat normal. He knows one of his own likes to prowl the area and prey on the unarmed or the stupid, so he makes certain not to run into him.. as he descends upon Sanctuary, a dingo, or coyote at best, in people's clothing. General Information Full Name: Gin Rim Rummy Age: 23 Date of Birth: (Day #, Month # (Location of Relevance to those Numbers) and Space-Year Number) [Example: Day 1, Month 1 (Outpost) Space-Year 1111] Day 18 of Month 12, 3165 Race: Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Gunpowder Current Residence: The frickin' wastes Relationship Status: Married to violence Occupation: Raider Traits of Voice Accent (if any): Rummy speaks in a rough New England accent. Language Spoken: (Galactic Standard is Default) Barely enough of Galactic Standard Other Languages known: Nah Style of Speaking: Blunt, direct, rude Volume of Voice: Loud and obnoxious Physical Appearance Height: Between six feet and six foot two* Weight: 212 lbs Eye Color: Glassy blue Skin/Metal Color: Slightly darker face than the rest of him, but still a nice tan Shape of Face: Round Distinguishing Features: Mohawk Build of Body: Barrel-chested, broad-shouldered muscle guy Hair/Fur/Feather Color: Dusty blonde Hair/Fur/Feather Style: Windswept Complexion: Slightly charred Posture: Bit of a hunch Tattoos/Markings: Bunch of neck tattoos, a few teardrop tattoos from his eyes Piercings: Gold, silver, steel, you name it and he has many Typical Clothing: Disguised as a normal person, but generally wears raider gear Personality Likes: Drugs, booze, cars, and women Dislikes: Formality, quiet, and the smell of gasoline, ironically Education: Grade school graduate Fears: The primal fear of heights. Drugs eliminated all else. Personal Goals: "Fuckin' kill!" General Attitude: Hostile Religious Values: Doesn't even think about that stuff General Intelligence: Med-low General Sociability: High Health Physical Ailments (if any): Back pain Mental Illnesses (if any): The Raider Condition Allergies (if any): Honey Energy Level: High Eating Habits: Meat meat meat! Memory: Drug-addled Any Unhealthy Habits: Drugs and alcohol History Birth Planet: N/A Hometown: N/A Childhood: A bullying little snot whose father was a drunk and whose mother was a whore, James Rudding ran away from home before his twelfth birthday. He didn't make it far and his parents decide that, since he didn't want to live with them, they'd feed him to the raiders. Initially, he was to be subject to human trafficking, but even a raider can have a heart, and he was instead brought up as a murdering thug like them. His real family. Teen Years: Thugthugthugthugthuglyfe. Adult Years: Thugthugthugthugbrain? Rummy started to wise up when he turned 20, and it only got further along as he aged. He always felt a little better than his comrades, and maybe it was arrogance, but it was true - he was smarter than his friends. Not smart enough to function in normal society, but smart enough to be more than just some raider. Past Places of Residence: Junktowns and Raidervilles History of Family: RAIDERSRAIDERSRAIDERS Relationships Parents: John and Stella Rudding Siblings: John Jr., went by Jack Any Enemies (and why): Not raiders? Children: No fuckin' way! Friends: Raiders Important Friends/Relatives (explain): Not too close to anybody, but equally close with all comrades Love Interest (if there is one): WARWARWARWARWAR Combat Peaceful or Violent: Violent beyond violent Weapon (if applicable): Broken gin/rum bottle as his proud main weapon, and a sidearm to actually use Style of Fighting: Kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it Others Favourite Types of Food: Seared steak Favourite Types of Drink: Gin/Rum Hobbies: Shooting rats and then stepping on them so that their innards pop out. Y'know? Guilty Pleasures: Actually likes operas Pet Peeves: People teasing him about operas Pets: Thinks he has a cat, somewhere..? Talents: SMARTRAIDEROHSHIT Favorite Color: Ivory white Favorite Type of Music: THRAAASH |
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| williamcll | Nov 16 2016, 05:23 AM Post #2 |
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Maxie/Lankay/Maynes
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"a dingo, or coyote at best, in people's clothing." Does he eat babies like a raider? |
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| Big Boss | Nov 16 2016, 11:07 PM Post #3 |
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Eating babies violates his disguise parameters, so not at the moment. |
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