Post by Jack on Jul 3, 2009 8:28:27 GMT -5
I can't even see
If this is really me
Name: Jack
Age: 33.
Gender: Male.
Face:Bruce Campbell[ (younger)
If this is really me
Name: Jack
Age: 33.
Gender: Male.
Face:Bruce Campbell[ (younger)
I was always brave, and kind of righteous.
Now I find I'm wavering.
Alliance: Good, for the most part.
Main Motive: Jack knows there's things out there that go bump in the night, he's willing to fight them, already has. That's how he got this arm. Meanwhile, he works at his own personal hardware store and might have a few magic things laying about.
Species: Human, slightly robotic... with his medival looking hand.
I've been going through the motions
Walking through the part.
Nothing seems to penetrate my heart.
Personality: Jack is Jack. He's a womanizer in the eyes of some, a genius engineer with a taste for taking old things and making them new. You can usually find him tinkering around in his shop, if he's not trying to make a sell or hit on a pretty lady. He likes a good beer, considers himself a manly man and can be a bit insensitive at times, been called one for non-serious gestures but he doesn't care.
Strengths:
Machinest, he's got a degree in engineering from Michigan State Universty.
He's a good hand to have around
Physical strength
He's the guy to call if there's a zombie invasion
Weaknesses: Women, if there's one thing he can't resist it's the charms of a lady or her call of distress.
Jack is bright, but sometimes when the answer's staring him straight in the face, he just can't see it. Or... he plaintively denies claims which could help out.
Some consider him kind of an ass at times, but hey, he's Jack.
Metal hand made from an old knight suit, he lost it after and it can have it's malfunctions or too much strength at times.
Likes: Women
Good beer
Tinkering with machinary
Dislikes:
Zombies
Vampires
And the whole undead of em
Still I always feel this strange estrangement
Nothing here is real, nothing here is right.
History: Back in the early nineties, Jack's father sent him off to school in his homestate of Michigan where he began studying engineering, Jack considered himself a pretty normal guy with a great girlfriend named Shelia, bestfriend Mark, one homosexual brother, and his boyfriend Ivan. They were all good friends back in College, there were parties but they studied much harder than that.
Then it happened... they planned a weekend trip down in Florida where an old castle resides, they rented a log cabin and decided to take a look around. Get a tour. It was all interesting, the learning was great, but they got sidetracked from the tour group and found themselves in a area forbidden. In this area held the long dead ancient rights of Machivellion, a book made from bone and flesh. Ivan, the brother's boyfriend, had been studying dead languages and couldn't help himself as they searched around the forgotten facility. He read the words that shouldn't have been read, ... outloud.
Soon the screams were heard through out the castle, they couldn't believe their ears, they were terrified, scared, they found the tour guide and the group killing each other off. Something had gotten a hold of them, and soon the group of five couldn't find a way out. Into the night they fought, they fought hard, but even they weren't invincible as each one was possessed by zombie spirits that wanted the flesh of the living. Jack had something in him that the others hadn't, the will to survive. With each one dead, his hand taken, he fought off the spirits and managed to close the portal in time before it sucked everything into whatever the hell it would have been.
Jack took the book and fled, he didn't want any fingers pointed at him for the murders of all those that died. He didn't want anyone reading that damned book again either. but he's always felt something more was out there, it had to be with what he witnessed. He managed to finish out his engineering degree with his mind set on that book every now and again. Ten years down the road after learning about Sunnydale California and what went on there, he decided to set up shop. Try to learn more about the book that caused the death of his friends. If it was going to be anywhere, it would have to be there.
Sample RP: Jack slid underneath the metal contraption that took up the back of the shop, his tool belt tight around his mid-section, jingling hard everytime he made a move to fix something. The bell hadn't rang all day, things were slow. Normal Monday morning, people usually didn't have things that needed fixing or tools that needed touching until somewhere around the middle of the week -- excuses like didn't have the time, wife thought I was buying more useless junk and it didn't need upgraded until now, were the usual topics. Women rarely came in and when they did he usually got a smack to the face or two for oogling, hey, hot lady buying out in the man's world? Had to be an interesting broad. But the smacks never stopped him either, they wanted him, they just didn't know yet.
The machine he was fixing was meant to grind down scrap metal for more useful things, he liked making odd little trinkets and weapons when enough metal accumulated. It broke down with his latest creation, he liked to call it The Bleeding Damsel, one swift move through a vampire, it clamped down, locked and took a body part with it if they tried to remove it. Try coming back from that, undead scum. It was definitely a beaut, and the reason this damn machine needed so much fixing.
A Future Plot Idea For The Character: That book might come back to kick some ass, but as of now, nothing. He could always be called into repairs for Sunnydale Highschool since things probably get broke around there.