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^- that, but i didn't want to be that guy
A great, raucous laughter filled the brothel as Jack, Harry and Rebecca entered the den of debauchery together.
“Oh! And dear god, did you see his face?! He was all ‘Where’d all th’ cash go?’ While you’re running down the street with what musta been about a dozen sacks of cash and coin! I tell you Harry, if I didn't know you so well I’d say you were a master thief!” Jack burst out in laughter as he paraded his group of friends to the entrance to the Guild Hall.
“Evnin’ Paul, how about we catch a drink sometime, ‘ey old chum?” Jack spoke as he brushed off his drenched shoulders and shook his wet, shaggy hair. It was a great night, he was already drunk, alongside of his friends and he still had a fresh palm print across his cheek from his night of trying to snag a pretty girl into his bed for the night. “Ah, what’s the point, you never move too far from this door anyhow. You just be a good guard dog and watch for any miscreants, other than myself of course.” He loved to joke with Paul, loved to see how far he could push the man. Jack wondered how he’d fair in a bout of fisticuffs with the old brute, but then he remembered the last guy who tried and quickly straightened up.
“Well that’s enough of that, any word that I’ll be getting past you? Or does Snow still have that stick up her ass about me? Lovely gal, she… I’d love to get her between my sheets if you know what I mean. Don’t ya Paul? She’s a right beauty she is, and boy the things I’d do to her if I could just- Ahem… I got to be a professional, see; I’m part of this here esthabilshment and… oh my, Harry! Catch!” He shouted as he collapsed backwards into Harry’s waiting arms, laughing in his drunken stupor.
“Sorry for that Paul, Jack had a might have had too much of the whiskey tonight and may have had his block knocked off by a proper lady. Can we uh, get him to his room now? Becky, grab his damn legs already, he’s too heavy for me to drag around, the ass can’t seem to keep settled for one night after a successful ‘job’. I swear it’s like he thinks he’s some sort of genius.” Harry spoke as Rebecca moved around Harry to grab Jack’s legs.
“Yea, see, this is about where I want to see you, Becky. Right there. Right in between me… oh no…oh no… Oh!” Jack sputtered as he shook his head. “Alright that’s enough, the room is spinning and I’d like to get off. Harry! Rebecky! To my room! HYAH!” He shouted with a drunken laugh as Rebecca shook her head at his comments.
A few forgotten moments passed and Jack found himself still not in his room, still dressed and still with a terrible spinning headache. “God damn, I told you to my room. You dunderheads!” He shouted as the commotion within the brothel got louder as more patrons were coming in from the rain. “Ah, hell with it, I’ll just sleep here until Snow or Elle wake me, maybe they’ll send me on a real job instead of one I make up for a quick buck.” Jack mumbled then closed his eyes, not drifting into slumber, but more into a state of not giving a flying shit about the rest of the room unless someone called his name.
It wasn’t peaceful, but it sure beat the room spinning in circles while his head was pounding and his cheek still tingly with the stinging sensation of the slap he had received from a beautiful British lass he had met earlier that night. Recounting the events of that encounter, he chuckled and smiled to himself. “She’da been a right naughty little girl in my bed if I just got her there.” He laughed then raised his hand up. “Harry, one of these days I’m gonna score me a great woman, and damn me if it happens to be Rebecca. She is quite a wonderful woman you know… I just aint got the courage to tell her… ya’know?” Jack spoke then had a gentle hiccup. “She’s right here still isn’t she?” He spoke when he noticed that he didn't hear Harry’s voice, until just after his question.
“Ya, she sure is Jack. But it’s okay, I don’t think she heard you.” Harry said with a wink to Rebecca, this was a common occurrence whenever Jack got drunk. He’d say something he’d likely regret later, but not remember he’d said it at all.
“Oh! And dear god, did you see his face?! He was all ‘Where’d all th’ cash go?’ While you’re running down the street with what musta been about a dozen sacks of cash and coin! I tell you Harry, if I didn't know you so well I’d say you were a master thief!” Jack burst out in laughter as he paraded his group of friends to the entrance to the Guild Hall.
“Evnin’ Paul, how about we catch a drink sometime, ‘ey old chum?” Jack spoke as he brushed off his drenched shoulders and shook his wet, shaggy hair. It was a great night, he was already drunk, alongside of his friends and he still had a fresh palm print across his cheek from his night of trying to snag a pretty girl into his bed for the night. “Ah, what’s the point, you never move too far from this door anyhow. You just be a good guard dog and watch for any miscreants, other than myself of course.” He loved to joke with Paul, loved to see how far he could push the man. Jack wondered how he’d fair in a bout of fisticuffs with the old brute, but then he remembered the last guy who tried and quickly straightened up.
“Well that’s enough of that, any word that I’ll be getting past you? Or does Snow still have that stick up her ass about me? Lovely gal, she… I’d love to get her between my sheets if you know what I mean. Don’t ya Paul? She’s a right beauty she is, and boy the things I’d do to her if I could just- Ahem… I got to be a professional, see; I’m part of this here esthabilshment and… oh my, Harry! Catch!” He shouted as he collapsed backwards into Harry’s waiting arms, laughing in his drunken stupor.
“Sorry for that Paul, Jack had a might have had too much of the whiskey tonight and may have had his block knocked off by a proper lady. Can we uh, get him to his room now? Becky, grab his damn legs already, he’s too heavy for me to drag around, the ass can’t seem to keep settled for one night after a successful ‘job’. I swear it’s like he thinks he’s some sort of genius.” Harry spoke as Rebecca moved around Harry to grab Jack’s legs.
“Yea, see, this is about where I want to see you, Becky. Right there. Right in between me… oh no…oh no… Oh!” Jack sputtered as he shook his head. “Alright that’s enough, the room is spinning and I’d like to get off. Harry! Rebecky! To my room! HYAH!” He shouted with a drunken laugh as Rebecca shook her head at his comments.
A few forgotten moments passed and Jack found himself still not in his room, still dressed and still with a terrible spinning headache. “God damn, I told you to my room. You dunderheads!” He shouted as the commotion within the brothel got louder as more patrons were coming in from the rain. “Ah, hell with it, I’ll just sleep here until Snow or Elle wake me, maybe they’ll send me on a real job instead of one I make up for a quick buck.” Jack mumbled then closed his eyes, not drifting into slumber, but more into a state of not giving a flying shit about the rest of the room unless someone called his name.
It wasn’t peaceful, but it sure beat the room spinning in circles while his head was pounding and his cheek still tingly with the stinging sensation of the slap he had received from a beautiful British lass he had met earlier that night. Recounting the events of that encounter, he chuckled and smiled to himself. “She’da been a right naughty little girl in my bed if I just got her there.” He laughed then raised his hand up. “Harry, one of these days I’m gonna score me a great woman, and damn me if it happens to be Rebecca. She is quite a wonderful woman you know… I just aint got the courage to tell her… ya’know?” Jack spoke then had a gentle hiccup. “She’s right here still isn’t she?” He spoke when he noticed that he didn't hear Harry’s voice, until just after his question.
“Ya, she sure is Jack. But it’s okay, I don’t think she heard you.” Harry said with a wink to Rebecca, this was a common occurrence whenever Jack got drunk. He’d say something he’d likely regret later, but not remember he’d said it at all.
Hurry people like me that are human and make mistakes!!! Mine while likely be grammatical or using weird words in weird places. But still likely that ill be like you guys and put people where they clearly are not supposed to be. Im supergood at the putting people in odd places
All I know is this is victorian era and all of that
On that topic, Malachi reminds me of mordecai from bl1. And we all know what happened to bloodwing
I think we have everything any good vault hunting party needs. A support, a stealth user, a manic physical fighter and a gun toting machine using badass
Course my personal favorite part is in his magical abilities
yea, i'm hoping to post later tonight, i managed to type this up during my kids nap
Full Name: Jack Smythe
Alias: Sawyer
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Homeland: St. Petersburg, Missouri.
Appearance:
Languages: English.
Height/Weight: 5’8’’ 160 Lbs
Outfit/Armor: Jack commonly wears a white button up shirt with a black vest over top of that, alongside of a black tie. Accompanying this formal get up is a pair of black dress pants which are held up by a belt holster. He is often seen carrying around a pair of black leather gloves and is most noted for his black leather shoes. He enjoys dressing nice and enjoys looking like the man that he wants to be, not the man that he is inside.
Hunting Gear: Brass Knuckles and Leather Gloves- Jack uses these as his primary self defense when in extremely close quarters, as he is quite adept at hand to hand combat and can knock out most men in a few punches.
- Jack’s weapon of choice when trying to take down targets from a great distance, as it is faster than most other rifles due to its bolt-action, magazine-fed repeating fire capabilities. It fires a .303 caliber round, making it the deadliest weapon in Jacks arsenal. It has a long barrel and he has nick-named this rifle “Freebird”.
- Jack carries two of these revolvers on his belt holster in case he runs out of ammunition for his rifle or he’s in a jam and needs to take down his mark faster than it would take for him to beat them silly with his Brass Knuckles. They fire a .31 caliber and are fairly potent in midrange combat. Jack chose this revolver over many other because he just prefers the look and feel of them, he’s a pretty simple guy. He just likes pretty guns… and ladies.
Likes/Dislikes: Jack enjoys his tricks, and not the magic kind. He enjoys being a con-man, tricking people into doing things for him, or giving him what he wants by tempting them with a lie, a really damn good lie. On top of that he loves his guns, not more than he loves women and the pursuit of them, but he loves his guns nonetheless. If he’s not polishing and fixing the sights on “Freebird” or making sure his craftily acquired revolvers are in good and working order, Jack is likely found at a bar somewhere in the city or town that he has a job in. At said bar, he’s more likely to get slapped in the face or have a drink thrown in it for his lewd comments and gestures, but who could blame the man for trying.
Jack is not known, however, for having a fine taste for the arcane and mystical. He finds the whole thing eerie and unholy, not that he’s incredibly religious (He did manage to make a whole church believe he was a pastor), but regardless, he disagrees with anyone who tells him magic is real even though he has seen it first hand on many occasions. Not fond of magic and not much fond of horses, Jack will do anything in his power to avoid riding horseback, even horse drawn buggies, carts and carriages are pushing it for him. He would much rather travel by steam engine or boat to get to where he’s going. And of course, lastly, Jack hates… absolutely hates losing a bet, or anything to the like. He loves making wagers, but absolutely hates it when he loses those wagers, mostly because he loves to apply his cunning tricks to win, and feels like a moron when he’s outsmarted, as he tends to think of himself as quite a smart fellow.
Occupation: Jack was a con-man, running around from town to town working out his little schemes until he and a couple of his buddies were picked up by an American agency to beat criminals at their own game. He became something of a spy for several years, infiltrating crime syndicates and learning their secrets before reporting them to his higher ups. His talent for being cunning and tricky earned him the right to move up in the force to become some sort of backwards lawman. The police didn’t trust him, course no one trusted him, He was a bit of a liar and the Guild seemed to think that would come in handy for their purposes, whatever it was.
Skill Set: Theft, Marksmanship, Boxing, Talking his way out of poor situations, Infiltration, Sneaking around to get information.
Magic Abilities: Jack was gifted with an ability to have no cars in the world for magic whatsoever. He has no powers and doesn’t care to have any. If you were to ask him what his power was, he would likely answer “My power is the ability to not shove my foot up your ass when you ask me a stupid question.”
Pets/Companions: Jack arrived with two friends; Harry “Huck Finn” Thompson and Rebecxa Thatcher. Harry and Jack had been friends for what seemed like forever, they've known each other since childhood, and Rebecca had been a friend of his since he joined the American Secret Service, and left with him when the Guild picked him up. Harry and Jack we notoriously great together when pulling off Jacks schemes to trick criminals into giving up their plans and identities, these plans were what caught Becky’s attention and drew her to learn more about the dynamic duo.
Personality: Jack can be a bit of a rough and tumble kind of guy. Always looking for a good scrap when man to man with a bad guy, but if the odds don’t favor him, he’s more likely to be reasonable than to throw a right hook. Jack is rather crafty and smart, willing to use his intelligence to get the better of his opponents and use whatever tricks he can come up with to outsmart them, even if it means getting down and dirty with some unsavory people. He holds himself in high regard for his ability to acquire information and items vital to his assignment and has a bit of an ego when it comes to wooing women (though this ego is totally undeserved). Jack outside of work is the same man, fairly confident and lacks decent judgment about situations concerning women and the arcane. He’s not known for being able to take the right course of action, but when he sets his mind to a task, he will complete it in his own way and do it to his own liking… kind of a solo act if you were to ask him when Harry’s not around.
Background: Jack grew up in an orphanage, with Harry, which is where he learned his tricks. They were self taught, but he had to learn to trick the nuns that watched over him and the rest of the children in the orphanage. He grew up hearing talk about family and what it was supposed to mean, but he never cared for any of that, what kind of family just dumps a little kid off at an orphanage and doesn’t look back? He felt abandoned for many years and felt like family was just a big waste of time and energy, so because of this, he never did get adopted. Once he was old enough, Jack hit the streets, conning people out of money, food, you name it. He had his faithful friend Harry running point for him when he was breaking and entering, leaving with whatever he could carry to keep his life going. A few years into this criminal behavior, authorities started to take notice, noticing that this young man had manage to evade the law and trick nearly every person he met. Luck soon ran out and Jack and Harry found themselves on the wrong end of a bad deal, finding that Jack himself had been tricked by a group of bank robbers. These robbers left him and his pal looking red handed at the scene of a crime that these robbers had committed, allowing them, for the first time, ever, to be arrested. This opened his eyes and gave him a new perspective, what if he could use his talent for lying, cheating and stealing to catch bad guys like those robbers? Him and Harry started doing freelance work, catching these criminals all over the country until their work became noticed by several agencies wanting to use his unique tactics to bust large crime operations safely and with minimal casualties. Jack gladly accepted a job with the American Secret Service, traveling the whole globe in search of baddies. Little did he know that there were bigger plans for him. The secret service had him tracking down groups of monsters in crime organizations and had him bringing them to justice, but this had eventually caught the eye of the Guild, and they quickly took him from the Secret Service and started paying him handsomely for his ability to trick anyone or anything into giving him what he wanted, so long as the end result was that target either dead or behind bars. Jack enjoyed this new life, even though he had a great disdain for magic, he enjoyed the idea of ridding the world of these evil things and being called a hero, heroes get the ladies… that’s what he thought at least. When he joined the Guild, his partner in the service as well as his best friend joined him in the Guild, giving Jack the freedom to operate fairly freely without the help of others unless the job required more brute force, or more finesse in certain areas that he couldn’t really handle with his small team of close friends.
Unique Abilities: Jack is smarter than the average human, and he can outsmart nearly anyone he comes up against, save for that crafty Merlin. He was always able to see though Jack’s tricks. He has a knack for accomplishing a nearly impossible task with the most ridiculous of plans, as he utilizes ingenious ploys and tricks to be able to outwit and dunderhead willing to try and test his mind. Jack is very adept at shooting as well. His time in the Secret Service allowed him to learn how to fire a rifle at long range and gave him the confidence to be able to take out primary targets from a good distance without being detected.
Other: Jack and his friends recently came to the guild hall and have spent more time perusing their own endeavors than they have trying to get any jobs in the Guild, mostly due to the fact that Harry and Jack were nigh inseparable until recently, when Harry started to want to take the Guild seriously.
Alias: Sawyer
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Homeland: St. Petersburg, Missouri.
Appearance:
Languages: English.
Height/Weight: 5’8’’ 160 Lbs
Outfit/Armor: Jack commonly wears a white button up shirt with a black vest over top of that, alongside of a black tie. Accompanying this formal get up is a pair of black dress pants which are held up by a belt holster. He is often seen carrying around a pair of black leather gloves and is most noted for his black leather shoes. He enjoys dressing nice and enjoys looking like the man that he wants to be, not the man that he is inside.
Hunting Gear: Brass Knuckles and Leather Gloves- Jack uses these as his primary self defense when in extremely close quarters, as he is quite adept at hand to hand combat and can knock out most men in a few punches.
Likes/Dislikes: Jack enjoys his tricks, and not the magic kind. He enjoys being a con-man, tricking people into doing things for him, or giving him what he wants by tempting them with a lie, a really damn good lie. On top of that he loves his guns, not more than he loves women and the pursuit of them, but he loves his guns nonetheless. If he’s not polishing and fixing the sights on “Freebird” or making sure his craftily acquired revolvers are in good and working order, Jack is likely found at a bar somewhere in the city or town that he has a job in. At said bar, he’s more likely to get slapped in the face or have a drink thrown in it for his lewd comments and gestures, but who could blame the man for trying.
Jack is not known, however, for having a fine taste for the arcane and mystical. He finds the whole thing eerie and unholy, not that he’s incredibly religious (He did manage to make a whole church believe he was a pastor), but regardless, he disagrees with anyone who tells him magic is real even though he has seen it first hand on many occasions. Not fond of magic and not much fond of horses, Jack will do anything in his power to avoid riding horseback, even horse drawn buggies, carts and carriages are pushing it for him. He would much rather travel by steam engine or boat to get to where he’s going. And of course, lastly, Jack hates… absolutely hates losing a bet, or anything to the like. He loves making wagers, but absolutely hates it when he loses those wagers, mostly because he loves to apply his cunning tricks to win, and feels like a moron when he’s outsmarted, as he tends to think of himself as quite a smart fellow.
Occupation: Jack was a con-man, running around from town to town working out his little schemes until he and a couple of his buddies were picked up by an American agency to beat criminals at their own game. He became something of a spy for several years, infiltrating crime syndicates and learning their secrets before reporting them to his higher ups. His talent for being cunning and tricky earned him the right to move up in the force to become some sort of backwards lawman. The police didn’t trust him, course no one trusted him, He was a bit of a liar and the Guild seemed to think that would come in handy for their purposes, whatever it was.
Skill Set: Theft, Marksmanship, Boxing, Talking his way out of poor situations, Infiltration, Sneaking around to get information.
Magic Abilities: Jack was gifted with an ability to have no cars in the world for magic whatsoever. He has no powers and doesn’t care to have any. If you were to ask him what his power was, he would likely answer “My power is the ability to not shove my foot up your ass when you ask me a stupid question.”
Pets/Companions: Jack arrived with two friends; Harry “Huck Finn” Thompson and Rebecxa Thatcher. Harry and Jack had been friends for what seemed like forever, they've known each other since childhood, and Rebecca had been a friend of his since he joined the American Secret Service, and left with him when the Guild picked him up. Harry and Jack we notoriously great together when pulling off Jacks schemes to trick criminals into giving up their plans and identities, these plans were what caught Becky’s attention and drew her to learn more about the dynamic duo.
Personality: Jack can be a bit of a rough and tumble kind of guy. Always looking for a good scrap when man to man with a bad guy, but if the odds don’t favor him, he’s more likely to be reasonable than to throw a right hook. Jack is rather crafty and smart, willing to use his intelligence to get the better of his opponents and use whatever tricks he can come up with to outsmart them, even if it means getting down and dirty with some unsavory people. He holds himself in high regard for his ability to acquire information and items vital to his assignment and has a bit of an ego when it comes to wooing women (though this ego is totally undeserved). Jack outside of work is the same man, fairly confident and lacks decent judgment about situations concerning women and the arcane. He’s not known for being able to take the right course of action, but when he sets his mind to a task, he will complete it in his own way and do it to his own liking… kind of a solo act if you were to ask him when Harry’s not around.
Background: Jack grew up in an orphanage, with Harry, which is where he learned his tricks. They were self taught, but he had to learn to trick the nuns that watched over him and the rest of the children in the orphanage. He grew up hearing talk about family and what it was supposed to mean, but he never cared for any of that, what kind of family just dumps a little kid off at an orphanage and doesn’t look back? He felt abandoned for many years and felt like family was just a big waste of time and energy, so because of this, he never did get adopted. Once he was old enough, Jack hit the streets, conning people out of money, food, you name it. He had his faithful friend Harry running point for him when he was breaking and entering, leaving with whatever he could carry to keep his life going. A few years into this criminal behavior, authorities started to take notice, noticing that this young man had manage to evade the law and trick nearly every person he met. Luck soon ran out and Jack and Harry found themselves on the wrong end of a bad deal, finding that Jack himself had been tricked by a group of bank robbers. These robbers left him and his pal looking red handed at the scene of a crime that these robbers had committed, allowing them, for the first time, ever, to be arrested. This opened his eyes and gave him a new perspective, what if he could use his talent for lying, cheating and stealing to catch bad guys like those robbers? Him and Harry started doing freelance work, catching these criminals all over the country until their work became noticed by several agencies wanting to use his unique tactics to bust large crime operations safely and with minimal casualties. Jack gladly accepted a job with the American Secret Service, traveling the whole globe in search of baddies. Little did he know that there were bigger plans for him. The secret service had him tracking down groups of monsters in crime organizations and had him bringing them to justice, but this had eventually caught the eye of the Guild, and they quickly took him from the Secret Service and started paying him handsomely for his ability to trick anyone or anything into giving him what he wanted, so long as the end result was that target either dead or behind bars. Jack enjoyed this new life, even though he had a great disdain for magic, he enjoyed the idea of ridding the world of these evil things and being called a hero, heroes get the ladies… that’s what he thought at least. When he joined the Guild, his partner in the service as well as his best friend joined him in the Guild, giving Jack the freedom to operate fairly freely without the help of others unless the job required more brute force, or more finesse in certain areas that he couldn’t really handle with his small team of close friends.
Unique Abilities: Jack is smarter than the average human, and he can outsmart nearly anyone he comes up against, save for that crafty Merlin. He was always able to see though Jack’s tricks. He has a knack for accomplishing a nearly impossible task with the most ridiculous of plans, as he utilizes ingenious ploys and tricks to be able to outwit and dunderhead willing to try and test his mind. Jack is very adept at shooting as well. His time in the Secret Service allowed him to learn how to fire a rifle at long range and gave him the confidence to be able to take out primary targets from a good distance without being detected.
Other: Jack and his friends recently came to the guild hall and have spent more time perusing their own endeavors than they have trying to get any jobs in the Guild, mostly due to the fact that Harry and Jack were nigh inseparable until recently, when Harry started to want to take the Guild seriously.
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