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Post by bloodyvalentine on Sept 22, 2013 12:54:25 GMT -5
Exactly. I gotta do what I gotta do, y'know? Not really any good to think about why I'm doin' it. You need dough, you do what you're told. And if the people I gotta fuck over piss themselves when I walk in the room, that's the icing on the cake. Name: Tank Look: Cold eyes, Muscled body, Casual but clean dress, and Scars. Tank is a big guy of mixed race, think Michael Clark Duncan big. He has shaggy black hair and steely grey eyes with cafe-au-laut colored skin, a sort of dangerous kind of hot because of multiple scars across his body from his various jobs, with a long thin one across his right cheekbone from a knife fight a few years back. He's in his late 20's. He's actually sexy when he smiles, but that almost never happens. Stats: Name 1, Hush 1, Brass 2, Wise -1, Straight 0 Moves: UnstoppableWhen you take the hard way and miss, you may choose all three options to turn it into a hit. Yeah, BossWhen you take an order without objecting, negotiating or asking questions, take +1 forward to carry out that order. Special Move: when you double-cross another PC, regain the Hard Bastard move if you had it and erased it; otherwise, take +1 debt with them. Debt: After everyone has shared the details of their characters, choose a different PC for each of the following: ○ You helped each other through school when you were growing up together; take +2 debt with each other. ○ You had to hurt them once as part of the job you were doing; they take +2 debt with you. ○They got you the sack from a job when you looked the other way for them; take +1 debt with them. ○ You don’t get involved in anyone else’s business; tell everyone else to take -1 debt with you. Family: He has a younger brother, goes by the handle of Little John. Quick kid, known to have sticky fingers and a devious mind. Parents died in a car crash when Tank was about 18, so he's bee taking care of Little John since then. The kid's about 18, has a job at Wendy's, and gets by. As long as he keeps his head down, he's good. Lil J took more after their dad, he's a little darker with close cut black hair and brown eyes. |
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Post by alfred.r on Sept 23, 2013 18:03:07 GMT -5
Let's talk Stats!
Name 1, Hush 1, Brass 2, Wise -1, Straight 0
You've got a better, more respected name than most on San Car Boul, and you keep quiet when its time to keep quiet. You're one of the tougher motherfuckers this side of Downtown, but you're not that great with planning, forethought, and the like. And hey, you're certainly no honest joe but you're not a thug or goon either.
So, questions. Answers these now, some of them now, none of them now, maybe just one of them -- whatever! -- or wait until the map of the hood is filled in some more? I dunno! It's up to you! Go wild! Have fun! Build the world!
•What are you known for, and what groups, gangs, or crowds does your rep carry weight with?
•How did you cover for Little John when he got in trouble last week? To whom? What was wrong?
•Who on San Carl do you usually find yourself beating the shit out of, and why?
•What badness did you bring down on Ms. Gomez's apartments because you just don't fucking plan ahead?
•Who do you find yourself doing a lot of work for, and what connections do they have that keep you looking legit? Why do you feel comfortable/not like a crook when you do their jobs?
And
•What do you want to do when you finally make it big?
•What's been keeping you in the 'hood?
•Do you work a 'respectable' day job?
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Post by bloodyvalentine on Sept 23, 2013 23:11:56 GMT -5
Ooooh...those are good questions! Alright, let's go one by one...
- I'm pretty well known for being effective and brutal when need be. Generally, the groups that I'm known in are the bouncers at bars, the dock workers/truck unloader dudes, and people who need shit done now and with no fuss. I don't ask questions, their shit gets moved, everyone wins.
- Fuckin' Lil J, man. Dumbass tried to pick some guys pocket on the street, and the guy turned on him. Lucky for him, I was nearby and managed to pull it off like he had just picked the wallet up and was returning it. The guy needed a few hard looks to get the point, and I may have had to shove the wallet into his chest, but he took the hint and got the fuck out of there.
- There's this one skeevey guy, Tim. He always seems to be on the wrong side of everything. Starts fights in bars, steals shit, and tries to mug people around the bar area. And he's this puny little jackass! So I have to kick his ass almost weekly when he starts getting going, especially in the bars. Can't have my good time ruined by some little fuck face.
- Gah, man. I've never been any good at planning shit out. So Mrs. Gomez has this policy about no pets because they can bring in bugs and mess up stuff, right? But I started feeding this cat scraps out back, and it stuck around. I thought it would just go after it was fed, but it didn't. So it turns out that the cat stopped hunting when I fed it, and rats moved into the complex. Mrs. Gomez had to call an exterminator, and the only person who could do it was this fucking shark of a guy who's been bleeding her dry with fees and interest on the payments. I don't know how long he's gonna keep doing that, but I might have to take care of it soon.
- I feel pretty comfortable with the bouncing I do in the bars, and the general moving that I get hired to do. Occasionally I get hired for protection. My main hire is this guy, Big Geno. He owns the main bar on San Carl called Oasis, and sometimes he needs me to pull guard duty for his daughter Brianna, go with some other muscle to move shit, be a bouncer, and occasionally come with him to pressure people into paying their debts. It's better that most of the other jobs guys like me do, and since Big Geno generally only does things that don't directly hurt people (unless they deserve it), I'm alright with him being my main source of income.
- When I finally make it big, I wanna have a good job somewhere, as far away from here as I can get. I wanna get away from the memories, the gangs, the douchebags, everything. I wanna go somewhere and give my brother a better way to live. Maybe a job in construction or at a gym.
- What's keeping me here...Shit, I dunno. The economy sucks, I can't get a real job, no way to move, no car to move, no money to move, and no clue or what I'd do if I ever left this hellhole. I guess habit. Fucked if I really know.
- Yeah, Big Geno's bar has me as a regular bouncer at Oasis unless he has another job for me to do. Technically, it's a night job but whatever.
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Post by bloodyvalentine on Sept 25, 2013 23:24:01 GMT -5
So, for my debt, I'm going to assign the
○ You had to hurt them once as part of the job you were doing; they take +2 debt with you.
to Reaper. As she said, we definitely duked it out once when I was working for this guy who had paid me to protect him and his office from outsiders. This sneaky bitch got around me, and took out the guy before I even knew she was there. Well, I was still supposed to protect the shit in the office, so I beat the shit out of her. She go me back though. I was singing soprano and seeing double for a week, and that black eye took forever to fade. I heard something crack, pretty sure it was her ribs, but she managed to walk away. She didn't kill me either, so I guess I owe her big time for that.
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Post by bloodyvalentine on Sept 26, 2013 0:06:57 GMT -5
So, for another debt option I have
○They got you the sack from a job when you looked the other way for them; take +1 debt with them.
I think this should go to Switch. I was supposed to help him out, give him a pass into the VIP room of this club I bounced for for a few weeks. Turns out the manager, guy by the name of Alphonse, HATES Switch, and was in the VIP room that night where he was meeting a client. Alphonse explodes, pitches Switch out on the street, and then finds out I was the one who let him in, so I get the boot, too.
Sound good to you Switch? That'll give me +1 Debt with you.
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Post by Jote on Sept 26, 2013 10:42:29 GMT -5
Sounds good to me.
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Post by bloodyvalentine on Sept 29, 2013 2:47:29 GMT -5
So again, because I think too much about my characters, here's a little mini-scene from Jenny and Tank's breakup:
She was mad at me again. Seems like she's been that way for a while now. There's always somethin' I did or didn't do that pissed her off. I don't know what she wants anymore. She's yelling, and I feel bad because even though she's so angry, I still think she looks amazing. Her green eyes are sparking and her hair is sort of floating around her in an auburn halo. She looks like an angel. And I'm the hell spawn bringing her down.
"Tank, you just don't try! You haven't for weeks now, and I'm tired of trying for the both of us," she says, thunking her head down on the table. We're at her place, always have been because I wouldn't let her come to mine. It's not good enough for her.
I come forward and try to put a hand on her shoulder. She jerks away as soon as I make contact. I ignore the sting from her rejection. "Jenny, I'm sorry. I am trying, I just..." I trail off, not sure what the fuck I need. Time? Fuck that, it's been what, 7 years now? Space? Nah, I need her in my life somehow. There's too much empty, you feel me?
She sighs and runs a hand through the tangled red mass of hair she has. She always looks killer, just amazing, even when she doesn't believe me. But I don't lie to her. I might omit shit, but I don't lie. She's beautiful to me.
"Every time I try to get closer to you, you pull away. You won't commit, won't give me a label or define what we have. You won't give me anything but your physical presence a few times a week! What the fuck as I supposed to do with that? That's not what a relationship is!" I can see her grind her teeth from across the room, and feel that stab of guilt in my gut. But it's better this way. She's so pretty, so pure, I can't contaminate her with my past, my filthy secrets.
I clear my throat and rub the back of my neck. "I just...can't do that right now, true? I've had a lot of shit go on, and I have to take care of my brother. I mean, I would never hurt you on purpose, sometimes I just have to prioritize things and..." I realized too late what I was saying. Fucking idiot.
I can see the sheen of tears in her eyes, see them spill over and run down her cheeks. I feel like I've been gutted. I try to come forward, but she holds out a hand and I see her green eyes harden, like emeralds now. She never was one for bullshit or being led in circles.
"I see," she says and swipes a hand over her cheeks. She locks eyes with me, and I can feel her anger like a blade. "Fine. I'm not a priority to you. I get it. I'm not going to wait around for you to work your shit out. You can just get the fuck out of here. I don't wanna see you again unless we have to work together. We're fucking over!" She shouts her final words, and storms to her front door, yanking it open and glaring until I cross the threshold outside onto the concrete stoop. She slams the door behind me.
I swallow heavily, and turn to place a hand on the door. "I'm sorry. I just...can't," I whisper, and head home, playing back my failures like a skipping record. God, I'm an idiot.
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