Dirty Dan

Marvel 2099

Hm I'll collab with Lantern when he's here.

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Jackson

Name:
Jackson Lee Smith

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Jack stands around the height of 6" or 6'1" or so, with a physically tough, lean, and muscular build that comes from years of hard labor and work underneath his father and, later on, his bosses. His skin is a fair color - a bit pale due to being stuck in a vault for literally all of his life, and his eyes are a deep blue color, going fairly well with his dirty blonde hair, which is generally in a 'blast back' style, the mismatched locks going down to the nape of his neck. His face could be considered well-defined, with one red scar going along the side of his jawline, from a rather intense scuffle that happened a while ago. Other-wise, his body lacks any blemishes or such. 'As healthy as an ox', as they say. His hands are a bit scarred and calloused from working with tools and weaponry. Generally, he wears the normal Vault jumpsuit, as ordered by the Overseer and such. the sleeves are usually rolled up to the elbows, to avoid any snagging. Only when he is on duty, does he wear his Vault security garb. He always keeps a baton on his side, but his 10mm pistol stays in his room unless he's on the job.

Occupation:
Security Guard/Part-Time Maintenance

Brief Bio:
Jack's biography isn't as exciting as you'd think. He grew up underneath the Chief Maintenance Engineer, IE his mother, and a regular ole' security guard, IE his father. They installed within him, the value of work, and ever since he was a child, he was pretty much busy being practical, which didn't leave him with much time for friends. His dad and mother brought him along with them on their jobs - when it was possible, of course, and he learned things underneath both of them. Repairing and maintaining machinery and weaponry from his mother, and how to fight and shoot a gun by his father - whenever they could get away with using the little .22 and BB gun. His natural reflexes and skill in gun-handling made his parents proud, and they were rooting for him when he went to the Overseer for an interview. He was elected as a security guard, but went even further, as to apply for a part-time internship in the maintenance department, for whenever a substitute was needed due to staff injury. Life has been busy so far, but rewarding, as well, and it keeps him busy, so that he doesn't have to think about the boredom and monotony life had fell into. Rinse, wash, and repeat...baah baah, we're all sheep. Yeah...he tries to forget that little rhyme, but it always pops back up. He's getting a promotion soon due to efficiency, however, so that's cool.

Personality:
Jack comes off as a pretty tough, standoffish, but over-all decent guy, born under the whole motto of 'Hard work beats all', which can make him quickly annoyed with cheaters and 'smooth-talking' folks. He tends to keep to himself, but not in a broody, depressed way - moreso due to the fact that he generally has stuff to do, and doesn't really find time to just sit down, pop a cola, and talk with others. This has made him pretty distant, emotion-wise. Not to say that he's emotionless, but he doesn't feel comfortable sharing his personal feelings with others, and usually keeps his sadness to himself. He tries to stay cool-headed most of the time, but he has a very...sharp temper, and can snap at times if you piss him off enough. He can come off as a bit of a cold-hearted bastard, but as stated before, he is an over-all decent guy, and will help out and do the right thing when the time calls for it. [To be developed.]

Marvel 2099

"Keep the change."

A tall, broad-shouldered man with dark, dirty blonde hair, a scruffy beard, and piercing amber eyes grabbed the pack of cigs off of the counter, looking to the left, towards the broken down TV hanging in the corner, so that he could avoid the grateful look in the old store owner's eyes. Jason Cage was in New Nueva, within the dirty, grimy, and dark slums of the over-all advanced city. His travels had unwittingly brought him here, after some romps with the savage Hulks back in the Badlands, and he had decided to stop by this dirty little streetcorner store to get a pack of cigarettes before he traveled up to meet with one of his contacts. A man by the name of Matt Daniels, he had some information that he had wanted to give to Jason himself, personally, and as Jason already owed the man a favor back from his gangster days, the biker decided to answer the man's calls, anyways.

Along with this, New Nueva had the permeating scent of Sin that he could smell, even hundreds of miles away, and the spirit inside of him really wanted him to cleanse and burn a lot of these corrupted souls. With an inward snort, Jason flicked open one of the cigs, the end of it lightning instinctively. He was still in the store, and a glance over showed that the old man was already busy securing his few bucks from today - not paying much attention to Jason. Not the best type of mentality to have, but who was he to judge, honestly? Jason himself had grown up in the slums, but this man was old. The news, although with shitty connection, was playing on the ratchet TV set in the corner, and Jason continued to watch as he killed the first cig of the morning. He didn't have much of a rush to go anywhere right now-

The slam of the store's already broken door being slammed in caused the old store owner to jump and pant, holding his heart, while the smoking Jason merely released a rough grunt/sigh, inhaling some more of the nicotine smoke from his cancer stick. The man that had kicked open the door stamped in. Tall, muscular, wearing raggedy clothes, a bandana mask, and wielding a purple and green mohawk...along with a sawed-off. Looks like the first trash of the day.

"On the ground, old man. Don't fuckin' move!" Mohawk yelled, pointing the shotgun at the old man. The store owner whimpered, falling to the ground and pressing his arms above his head. Mohawk laughed an ugly, snorting laugh, before turning his head around, apparently looking for more people to threaten. As Jason, smoking and watching the TV, was the only other person inside, Mohawk narrowed his eyes and shouldered up to the biker.

"Aye! Dontcha see this boom-stick, bitch? GET THE FUCK ON- ...GACK!" Mohawk was cut off as his throat was grabbed viciously by a calloused hand. Jason slowly turned his intimidating eyes to the thug, eyes seemingly beginning to smoke as he blew a cloud of hickory-smelling smoke right into Mohawk's face. "No...You get on the floor," Mohawk's eyes began to widen, his choking increasing as an inferno of fire blasted the flesh away from Jason's body, leaving behind a tall, scary ass skeleton, it's skull emblazoned with unnatural-looking Hell-Fire, "Bitch." His voice came out as a low, deep, demonic growl, Jason's skeletal fist clenching even more, forcing the now purple-faced Mohawked to let out a choked whisper.

Old Man Store-Owner peeked from behind the desk, and could only gape in horror, fear, and confusion, as the leather-wearing skeleton slammed the Mohawk Thug face-first into the rough concrete floor, cracking the stone-like material, and splattering blood. The skeleton then grabbed the thug by his mohawk, bringing his broken and torn face up, before growling demonically and slamming the face deeper into the fragment of concrete.

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The thug had to jump-start shit, didn't he? Ghost Rider exited the cornerstore, hearing a nearby hobo scream in shock as he caught sight of the flaming, leather-wearing skeleton from Hell. The smell of brimstone was thick in the air as a revving engine got closer and closer. A deep black, wickedly demonic motorcycle, it's wheels blazing with Hell-Fire, stopped in front of Ghost Rider, whom saddled his ride and slammed his boots into the kickstand. Squaring his shoulders, the Ghost Rider brought his non-existent nose into the air.

Sin was as thick as the smell of despair.

Sharply bringing his head down, the Ghost Rider revved his engine, the broken road underneath his wheels and boots melting from the pure heat radiating from him and his motorcycle. With another roar of the engine, the Ghost Rider blasted the gas, blurring down the street at a speed no other modern vehicle could challenge. Behind him, he left a blazing trail of Hell-Fire. He was honing in on the sin, and the screams of fear and shock from the slum humans did nothing to stop him. Everything around him was a blur, 'cause when he was riding, he was focused on one thing.

He recognized the back trail he had taken...he was going towards the former Central Park, now a forest death-trap. The sinful was there.

The Ghost Rider let out an inhumanly deep, warped wail to intimidate/demoralize the target, heavy rock music blasting through his skull - a sort of coping measure to deal with the constant lust for death the original spirit had left behind. Whomever sinful that was at his destination...they were gonna feel the true meaning of Hell.

Life In The Vault

Jackson

Name:
Jackson Lee Smith

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Jack stands around the height of 6" or 6'1" or so, with a physically tough, lean, and muscular build that comes from years of hard labor and work underneath his father and, later on, his bosses. His skin is a fair color - a bit pale due to being stuck in a vault for literally all of his life, and his eyes are a deep blue color, going fairly well with his dirty blonde hair, which is generally in a 'blast back' style, the mismatched locks going down to the nape of his neck. His face could be considered well-defined, with one red scar going along the side of his jawline, from a rather intense scuffle that happened a while ago. Other-wise, his body lacks any blemishes or such. 'As healthy as an ox', as they say. His hands are a bit scarred and calloused from working with tools and weaponry. Generally, he wears the normal Vault jumpsuit, as ordered by the Overseer and such. the sleeves are usually rolled up to the elbows, to avoid any snagging. Only when he is on duty, does he wear his Vault security garb. He always keeps a baton on his side, but his 10mm pistol stays in his room unless he's on the job.

Occupation:
Security Guard/Part-Time Maintenance

Brief Bio:
Jack's biography isn't as exciting as you'd think. He grew up underneath the Chief Maintenance Engineer, IE his mother, and a regular ole' security guard, IE his father. They installed within him, the value of work, and ever since he was a child, he was pretty much busy being practical, which didn't leave him with much time for friends. His dad and mother brought him along with them on their jobs - when it was possible, of course, and he learned things underneath both of them. Repairing and maintaining machinery and weaponry from his mother, and how to fight and shoot a gun by his father - whenever they could get away with using the little .22 and BB gun. His natural reflexes and skill in gun-handling made his parents proud, and they were rooting for him when he went to the Overseer for an interview. He was elected as a security guard, but went even further, as to apply for a part-time internship in the maintenance department, for whenever a substitute was needed due to staff injury. Life has been busy so far, but rewarding, as well, and it keeps him busy, so that he doesn't have to think about the boredom and monotony life had fell into. Rinse, wash, and repeat...baah baah, we're all sheep. Yeah...he tries to forget that little rhyme, but it always pops back up. He's getting a promotion soon due to efficiency, however, so that's cool.

Personality:
Jack comes off as a pretty tough, standoffish, but over-all decent guy, born under the whole motto of 'Hard work beats all', which can make him quickly annoyed with cheaters and 'smooth-talking' folks. He tends to keep to himself, but not in a broody, depressed way - moreso due to the fact that he generally has stuff to do, and doesn't really find time to just sit down, pop a cola, and talk with others. This has made him pretty distant, emotion-wise. Not to say that he's emotionless, but he doesn't feel comfortable sharing his personal feelings with others, and usually keeps his sadness to himself. He tries to stay cool-headed most of the time, but he has a very...sharp temper, and can snap at times if you piss him off enough. He can come off as a bit of a cold-hearted bastard, but as stated before, he is an over-all decent guy, and will help out and do the right thing when the time calls for it. [To be developed.]

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Badass avatar, by the way.

I'll probably get a CS up either tonight, or tomorrow evening/night.

Edit: Oh, and I didn't mean as a rebel or anything. I meant, like, groups of chosen guards or w/e sent up to gather news of the happenings, trade for things the vault can't produce on it's own, ETC.

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Quick question, Dende. Would a sort of 'Wasteland Scout' be accepted within the RP?

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Marvel 2099

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Marvel 2099

@Dirty Dan Hey happy birthday man. If you live in the U.S., congrats on possibly receiving a learner's permit soon.

@SuperTacticalDerp

Haha, thanks. I really need to start that stuff. I wanna drive myself...

Marvel 2099

i refuse.

Hyped for this RP tho.