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Cold Front

Oh hey I'm still here and alive. Got a post out too, which is... nice.

Cold Front

Nervous was probably the best word to explain Jack upon boarding the plane. His first trip through the air, and a damn long one at that. He had not been looking forward to the experience, and he was certainly looking forward to it a hell of a lot less considering he would be alone on the flight. Throughout the entire boarding process, though he smiled, the facade was broken by his shifty eyes and shaking hands. On taking his seat, he made the acquaintance of a sweet sounding woman -something in her accent was foreign, but Jack wasn't entirely sure from where. The first words he heard from her was a question -something about whether or not he had flown before. Jack had clenched his hands tightly when he realized the question was more than likely prompted by the shivering in his fingers.

Itching at his leg, he had told her that he had of course flown before, but her chuckle had shown him that she wasn't entirely convinced. The up until takeoff, the two got to know each other. Kumiko was her name -she was from Tokyo, but had been visiting family in Minnesota before coming back up to Anchorage for the flight. Apparently Kumiko's family got around quite a bit, although Jack wasn't even sure how possible that really was. Despite Jack's earlier anxiety about the flight, talking with Kumiko soothed his fears quite effectively -to the point where Jack hadn't even noticed the takeoff.

A couple hours at most passed, before Kumiko suggested Jack get some sleep, and did the same herself. Though Jack was able to drift off into the clutches of sleep, it was an uneasy sleep. Time and time again, Jack woke in a panic, sure that the plane was about to crash. Waking up the third time, he found Kumiko's head resting on his shoulder, and he fell into the clutches of sleep again, now more deeply as he realized just how silly his fears of a plane crash were. A blanket of slumber fell over Jack's mind, numbing him to the outside.

AAAAAAUUGGGGH

EVERYBODY GET OFF THE GODDAMNED PLANE!

OH MY GOD

HEY! IS ANYONE ELSE ALIVE?!

The cacophony of misery in the air mingled with the stinging heavy smell of smoke and blood that filled the plane, and roused Jack from his slumber. His awakening was slow at first -narrow and blurry vision showed him nothing but the black and red blur of deadly flames that tread ever closer and closer with crackling footsteps. As the world around him grew only more chaotic, Jack was shaken more roughly into action. Furious fingers fumbled with his seat belt momentarily, before a click signaled his freedom. A look crossed his face similar to that of a man who realized he left the stove on at home, and he turned to the seat next to him. He shook Kumiko perhaps a bit too roughly -she couldn't be dead, he was sure that he saw her take in a breath.

Attempt after attempt failed to rouse her, and the gentle brush of heat against his back warned Jack that he was out of time. He let out an angry shout, before accepting her death -perhaps her head resting in the seat just behind the rest of her body should've been his first indication of such. Almost ripping the door off of the overhead compartment in his anger, Jack took a two handed hold on the tweed material of his suitcase as he rushed -or rather, stumbled, away from the ever approaching embrace of the flames. He felt numb, cold, and sore -how very nice it would be to simply sit in the flames and let them warm him. More screams from within the orange curtain shook him from the trance like state, and he continued his unsteady limp towards the back, and other survivors.

A younger white woman, a man of similar color and age, and an older black man wielding a fire axe. Though a bit late to the party, it seemed, in the chaos he had seen the older man attempt to open the emergency doors to no avail. Not that he didn't trust the man's strength, Jack simply trusted his own strength more. Dropping the suitcase near the feet of the young white man, Jack approached the emergency door with the unbroken lever, and pulled with all the strength he could muster. When he felt the lever shudder rather than budging in the way he had hoped, he backed away, not wishing to break this as well. He growled gutterally, a noise more animal than human, kicking against the cabin wall. He then followed the black man's gaze to the darkness in the back, and took it as a cue to act.

Taking hold of the fire extinguisher still lying on the floor, Jack walked with purpose towards the already busted door -had that always been there? Jack could've sworn that area had been a wall earlier in the flight. Not taking the time to second guess himself terribly much, Jack simply moved, shoving the broken door aside. Flickering light from the wall of orange and red approaching from the front -or what was once the center of the plane, illuminated the inside of the chamber just enough for Jack to make out a small table with a sink of some kind, and something on the floor. He stumbled inside, dropping the fire extinguisher in the corner as he leaned against the table. He had had high hopes for escape through this James Bond secret chamber, and it appeared to only be a dead end.

"Shit. Fuck. Fucking goddamn shit."

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Made a minor edit to Jesse, hope no one minds. Just noting his lack of a sense of smell

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

ENCLOSED ARE FILES PERTAINING TO PRISONER 9666 (JESSE 'ONE-ARM' MCCOY). FILES ARE CONFIDENTIAL, AUTHORIZED EYES ONLY.

Jesse "One-Arm" McCoy

"Justice is bull. There are no rules, no greater good holding this scummy universe together. All that separates the weak from the strong is dumb luck -care to roll the dice?"
Theme Song

Photograph

_{"Did you get my good side?"}

A L I A S
"The One-Armed Bandit"

_{"That was also my nickname in high-school."}

P R I S O N E R I D N U M B E R
9666

_{"Darn, I could've sworn I had a joke for this one. It'll come to me, trust me. It'll be hilarious."}

S P E C I E S
Human

_{"Just because I'm human doesn't make me a racist. I just like humans more than every other race."}

G E N D E R
Male

_{"Of course, I'll bat for either team."}

A G E
32

_{"I know, I know. I don't look a day over twenty. I've heard it before."}

F O R M E R F A C T I O N
N/A

_{"I work for three people. Me, myself, and I."}

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N

Description Form

H E I G H T
5'9"

_{"Five foot nine of pure masculinity."}

W E I G H T
150 lbs

_{"All muscle, baby."}

E Y E S
Brown

_{"What do you mean, brown eyes are boring? Ladies love brown eyes."}

H A I R
Black/Gray

_{"No, for the thousandth time, I'm not going to go bald. It's a style choice."}

S K I N
Caucasian

_{"What? Some of my best friends are Vaxir.}

I D E N T I F Y I N G T R A I T S
Tattooed across most of body, save for neck and face. He sports a tattoo under the left eye, of two rows of three vertical dots.

_{"Okay, so I've made some regrettable decisions. Just do yourself a favor, and don't ask about the tattoo under my eye."}

F A C E
See photograph

_{"Wow. I am just... wow."}

C L O T H I N G
Most often dressed in suits, trending towards lighter colors, rather than dark.

_{"Dress to impress, that's what I always say. Especially in a shootout. Then they can't see the bulletproof vest."}

A U G M E N T A T I O N S
A scanner/general computer is within his left eye, allowing him to access many functions in a concealed manner.

_{"Big brother is watching. And by big brother, of course I mean me... because the eye? No? Okay."}

W E A P O N S O F C H O I C E
Stallion 200bl Revolver- A simple revolver utilizing laser technology for maximum precision damage. Holds six shots.

_{"Did I fire six shots, or only five?"}

.45 Silenced Pitbull-A small pistol, silent and easily concealable. Though it only chambers one round, it packs enough punch to stop just about anyone short. Unique construction materials make them near undetectable when hidden on the body.

_{"Don't bother patting me down. You won't find them all."}

YK60 Odomo blast charges- Essentially more advanced C4, these round charges can be dropped flat to stick to surfaces using interior magnetic systems, or locked into a spherical shape to be thrown/rolled.

_{"I'm not saying we need to blow anything up, but if we do..."}

C H A R G E S

The Damages

• Aggravated Assault / Battery
  
  _{"He was asking for it! You should've seen the look on his stupid face just before I gouged his eyes out."}
• Bribery
  
  _{"It's not a crime if they accept it, right?"}
• Drug Trafficking/Distribution
  
  _{"You're telling me it's illegal to be flying with 1 kilo of Stardust in the cargo hold?"}
• Extortion
  
  _{"Someone told me once that you can get away with extortion if you just break their kneecaps so they can't tell the cops about it. That someone is an idiot."}
• Forgery
  
  _{"I'm telling you, that really was the signature from the queen of Iodomo Prime. In the flesh!"}
• Identity Theft
  
  _{"This John Doe was just asking for me to take his money, I'm telling you! Leaving his credit card out in the open... of his pants pocket..."}
• Illegal Gambling
  
  _{"There was no money exchanging hands, I swear! It was all digital."}
• Kidnapping
  
  _{"It was a slumber party, not a kidnapping. I swear those Gromarians are so dramatic!"}
• Voluntary Manslaughter
  
  _{"I was just minding my own business chopping up some carrots, when this poor guy just happened to put his neck in between my knife and the carrot! I swear on my mothers grave!"}
• Money Laundering
  
  _{"What do you mean, 'it's ridiculous for a car wash to be making millions of dollars!' It's a perfectly legitimate operation!"}
• First-Degree Murder
  
  _{"Okay, yeah, you've got me on that one. But I want the record to show that he did insult my mother just before I shot him."}
• Prostitution
  
  _{"For both our sake, I'll leave you in the dark as to which end I was on."}
• Robbery
  
  _{"It was just once, and it was in Carlondo! You're telling me that's illegal in Carlondo?"}
• Vandalism
  
  _{"Well I didn't technically break his property. Oh? I did? Spaceships break when you light them on fire? Huh. How about that."}
  
  Among dozens of others to which hard evidence has not been found.

S K I L L S
Inside Man: If there's a crime to commit, odds are Jesse's committed it. Need illegal hookups of any kind, he's your man, especially with his previous gang relations.

_{"Have I done some things I'm ashamed of? Oh absolutely. Would I do them again in a heartbeat? Oh absolutely."}

Sleight of Hand: Jesse has had to smuggle some heavy heat into very high security areas many times before. It's best to assume that at any moment, he's got a firearm stashed within arms reach. On the same note, his sleight of hand skills are something of legend, which assists him heavily in his gambling.

_{"You do not want to know where this gun has been for the last hour."}

Trigger Finger: Gunplay is Jesse's forte. If he fires six shots from his revolver, you can bet on your life that six people are going to be dropping.

_{"Six. It was definitely six shots."}

Bet Against Me: Jesse is a master at reading situations to stack odds in his favor. His gut seems to feed him a constant stream of winning information, and he trusts it to a fault. This, along with grand observation skills, allow him to constantly make and win his classic bets.

_{"You want to lose everything you own? Bet against me."}

F L A W S
Not Exactly Scarface: Though Jesse plays at the 'criminal mastermind' image, he is anything but. No tactical genius, no charismatic leader skills- hell, he isn't even rich enough to pull it off.

_{"I AM a criminal mastermind. Who said I wasn't? I'll find them and... I'll insult their mother!"}

No Killing: While Jesse has done some terrible things, it was always with justification. He has and follows a very strict code of honor unique to his own needs. While to outsiders it may seem hypocritical, it is only logical in his mind. This code of conduct tends to hold him back when preforming criminal activity, because in the end he is good at heart.

_{"I've never shot a man who hasn't wronged me first. Yes, cutting in front of me at the grocery store counts as 'wronging me'."}

Time to Think: Frequently, Jesse tends to overthink everything around him. Especially with his enhanced eye, he simply takes in too much data, and misses the obvious things while he's busy trying to keep track of everything.

_{"What do you want from me? My brain only moves so fast, I'm not a goddamn cyborg."}

High Stakes: Jesse is, at his very core, a gambling man. Perhaps his most defining feature, Jesse lives to gamble and gambles to live. He tends to ignore risks, preferring to allow his luck to handle the consequences of his actions. This leads to many faulty decisions, including him taking any and all bets posed towards him.

_{"I'd say it was a calculated risk, but I'm going to be honest with you. I failed calculus."}

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Enclosed is a written transcript of Prisoner 9666's interaction with resident psychologist, along with notes from said psychologist.

Doctor Herrman: Hello, Jesse. May I call you that?
Prisoner 9666: All due respect, doc, but I'm cuffed up over here. Hardly in any position to be making demands of you.
D.H.: Jesse, do you know why you're here?
9666: Is it because I'm the millionth visitor to your moon jail, and you're offering me a free cruise?

Doctor's note: In the face of adversity, Prisoner 9666 displays a lack of sincere behavior, and a negative attitude.

...
D.H.: Okay, clearly this isn't working. Take a look at this picture, and tell me what you see.
9666: I see... a woman in a dress.
D.H.: Alright... and this one?
9666: A rose.
D.H.: Interesting. And what do you see in this image?
9666: Two people, dancing.

Doctor's Note: The subject has illusions of grandeur, and an affinity for the luxuries of life-

9666: Well, on second thought, it kinda looks like a couple people going at it.

Doctor's Note: And a peculiar propinquity for sexual innuendo.

...
D.H.: Okay, now we're going to do some simple word association. I'm just going to say a word -you say the first thing that comes to your mind. Dog.
9666: Train.
D.H.: House.
9666: Shelter.
D.H.: Night.
9666: Dream.
D.H.: Mercenary.
9666: Payment.
D.H.: Wife.
9666: [Expletives Redacted]
D.H.: Jesus! Where the hell did he get a gun?
[Gunshots can be heard periodically over the rest of the recording]

Doctor's Note: The subject shows noble behavior, and is generally honorable.

Final notes from Doctor Herrman:
As noted above, Prisoner 9666 faces adversity with a devil-may-care attitude, and a lack of seriousness in his day to day life. Illusions of grandeur and love for luxury are clear in his behavior, despite displaying much noble behavior. Though his ruthlessness should not be underestimated, it is still of note that Prisoner 9666 cares very much about innocent life almost as much as he cares for personal glory. As noted in classified transcripts, Prisoner 9666 has a very strict code of conduct to which he clings tightly.
[An attached note reads: At risk of your own life, do not mention the subjects ex-wife.]

B I O G R A P H Y
For the first fifteen years of Jesse's life, it was rather uneventful. Son of an accountant and a housewife, Jesse was what one could expect from the son of an accountant. Bored. In his boredom, Jesse found his way into trouble the best he could, doing some very bad things that a fourteen year old shouldn't even be thinking of, let alone doing. Illegal? No, not technically. But certainly not promising for his outlook as a citizen. A particularly intense outburst from Jesse prompted action from his parents on his fifteenth birthday, who believed a vacation out to another planet might do the kid some good.

The day the family set out on a charter ship to a new planet, was the day everything went wrong. A slaver ship took control of the ship, killing most of the passengers, and enslaving more. When the slavers came to kill a Mr. and Mrs. McCoy, they hadn't expected their son to strangle one of their own with a watch chain, then shoot two more with the fallen slaver's gun. While a short lived vengeance, it was rather effective, at least in the opinion of the leader of the slavers.

By some miracle, the leader (a Vaxir by the name of King Sanso) admired the fight in Jesse, and -rather than executing him on the spot, took him under his wing. Unsurprisingly, Jesse wasn't all too willing to go along with the bandits that killed his parents in front of him, but he was beaten into submission. He was trained by the slavers, and eventually gave in to Sanso's will. In addition to getting his hands dirty in the slave trade business for multiple years, Jesse also took care of monetary problems that the slavers faced, knowledge gained from his earlier years with his true father.

Though he was a part of the slaver crew, Jesse still resented his new 'family', if you could call it that. Time and time again, he attempted mutiny, but was beaten down as a result. Still, Sanso kept him alive despite multiple murder attempts, for reasons unknown, possibly to either of the two. When Jesse finally got his attempt at justice for his family, he took it gladly. Federation soldiers stormed the slaver ship, taking down the operation once and for all, it seemed. In the chaos, Jesse stole Sanso's gun from out of his hands, and painted a red splatter of justice across the walls.

Though Jesse assisted the Federation soldiers in taking the slavers down, he was still by definition, a criminal. While he was jailed for a sizeable sentence, good behavior and circumstance ended in his early release -under the condition that he joined up with the Federation soldiers. Jesse took the deal, and gladly. Though he should've felt satisfied in his victory over the slavers who took his parents from him, he felt the need to bring justice to the galaxy from the scum that was The Black Stars.

During his time in the Federation, he met a woman, with whom he fell madly in love with. The feeling was mutual, and after a year they were married. She eventually enlisted, and due to some family connections, soon rose to be even Jesse's superior. This ended in the first blow to Jesse's trust -she soon grew tired of her husbands constant disregard for protocol in favor of glory, and not only took him out of her squad, but took him out of her life as well.

His service with the Federation was not long lived. In a firefight against a small group of Black Stars, Jesse lost his eye, and was taken out of the front lines for a few months to recover. Over his time in recovery, he spent most of his time taking in news feeds, having nothing else to do from his hospital bed. He found some information pertaining to some of his superiors in the Federation that he very much did not want to know in this time, and soon lost his trust in the very people he was serving.

When he was recovered enough to stand, he was shocked to hear he was being sent straight back onto the front lines. In that moment he realized that if justice was truly his calling, there were far better places to find it. Calling in a favor from an impartial source he knew from his days with The Black Stars, Jesse was able to flee from the Federation, and strike out on his own. Settling down on a smaller planet, he slowly begun stretching out an influence from the shadows, slowly manipulating money to fund his plans.

Over the course of two years, he grew his funds into something sizeable enough to fund a small army, and that he did. Every hired gun, every mercenary, and every gang member that he could afford was soon under his payroll. Jesse's campaign followed everyone who he felt was doing wrong, from The Black Stars, to the Federation, to Homines Primum. Though he was largely successful in his antics for quite some time, eventually his hunt for glory got him caught and sent to the LMSIF.

P E R S O N A L B E L O N G I N G S
A pair of dice, a poker chip, and a deck of cards, each made from an iridescent pink/purple metal
A silver pocket watch
A pair of matching diamond wedding rings

O T H E R
Jesse has no sense of smell -it was lost after the surgery removing a bullet from his skull.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Prisoner Data Form: Prisoner 9666

ENCLOSED ARE FILES PERTAINING TO PRISONER 9666 (JESSE 'ONE-ARM' MCCOY). FILES ARE CONFIDENTIAL, AUTHORIZED EYES ONLY.

Jesse "One-Arm" McCoy

"Justice is bull. There are no rules, no greater good holding this scummy universe together. All that separates the weak from the strong is dumb luck -care to roll the dice?"
Theme Song

Photograph

_{"Did you get my good side?"}

A L I A S
"The One-Armed Bandit"

_{"That was also my nickname in high-school."}

P R I S O N E R I D N U M B E R
9666

_{"Darn, I could've sworn I had a joke for this one. It'll come to me, trust me. It'll be hilarious."}

S P E C I E S
Human

_{"Just because I'm human doesn't make me a racist. I just like humans more than every other race."}

G E N D E R
Male

_{"Of course, I'll bat for either team."}

A G E
32

_{"I know, I know. I don't look a day over twenty. I've heard it before."}

F O R M E R F A C T I O N
N/A

_{"I work for three people. Me, myself, and I."}

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N

Description Form

H E I G H T
5'9"

_{"Five foot nine of pure masculinity."}

W E I G H T
150 lbs

_{"All muscle, baby."}

E Y E S
Brown

_{"What do you mean, brown eyes are boring? Ladies love brown eyes."}

H A I R
Black/Gray

_{"No, for the thousandth time, I'm not going to go bald. It's a style choice."}

S K I N
Caucasian

_{"What? Some of my best friends are Vaxir.}

I D E N T I F Y I N G T R A I T S
Tattooed across most of body, save for neck and face. He sports a tattoo under the left eye, of two rows of three vertical dots.

_{"Okay, so I've made some regrettable decisions. Just do yourself a favor, and don't ask about the tattoo under my eye."}

F A C E
See photograph

_{"Wow. I am just... wow."}

C L O T H I N G
Most often dressed in suits, trending towards lighter colors, rather than dark.

_{"Dress to impress, that's what I always say. Especially in a shootout. Then they can't see the bulletproof vest."}

A U G M E N T A T I O N S
A scanner/general computer is within his left eye, allowing him to access many functions in a concealed manner.

_{"Big brother is watching. And by big brother, of course I mean me... because the eye? No? Okay."}

W E A P O N S O F C H O I C E
Stallion 200bl Revolver- A simple revolver utilizing laser technology for maximum precision damage. Holds six shots.

_{"Did I fire six shots, or only five?"}

.45 Silenced Pitbull-A small pistol, silent and easily concealable. Though it only chambers one round, it packs enough punch to stop just about anyone short. Unique construction materials make them near undetectable when hidden on the body.

_{"Don't bother patting me down. You won't find them all."}

YK60 Odomo blast charges- Essentially more advanced C4, these round charges can be dropped flat to stick to surfaces using interior magnetic systems, or locked into a spherical shape to be thrown/rolled.

_{"I'm not saying we need to blow anything up, but if we do..."}

C H A R G E S

The Damages

• Aggravated Assault / Battery
  
  _{"He was asking for it! You should've seen the look on his stupid face just before I gouged his eyes out."}
• Bribery
  
  _{"It's not a crime if they accept it, right?"}
• Drug Trafficking/Distribution
  
  _{"You're telling me it's illegal to be flying with 1 kilo of Stardust in the cargo hold?"}
• Extortion
  
  _{"Someone told me once that you can get away with extortion if you just break their kneecaps so they can't tell the cops about it. That someone is an idiot."}
• Forgery
  
  _{"I'm telling you, that really was the signature from the queen of Iodomo Prime. In the flesh!"}
• Identity Theft
  
  _{"This John Doe was just asking for me to take his money, I'm telling you! Leaving his credit card out in the open... of his pants pocket..."}
• Illegal Gambling
  
  _{"There was no money exchanging hands, I swear! It was all digital."}
• Kidnapping
  
  _{"It was a slumber party, not a kidnapping. I swear those Gromarians are so dramatic!"}
• Voluntary Manslaughter
  
  _{"I was just minding my own business chopping up some carrots, when this poor guy just happened to put his neck in between my knife and the carrot! I swear on my mothers grave!"}
• Money Laundering
  
  _{"What do you mean, 'it's ridiculous for a car wash to be making millions of dollars!' It's a perfectly legitimate operation!"}
• First-Degree Murder
  
  _{"Okay, yeah, you've got me on that one. But I want the record to show that he did insult my mother just before I shot him."}
• Prostitution
  
  _{"For both our sake, I'll leave you in the dark as to which end I was on."}
• Robbery
  
  _{"It was just once, and it was in Carlondo! You're telling me that's illegal in Carlondo?"}
• Vandalism
  
  _{"Well I didn't technically break his property. Oh? I did? Spaceships break when you light them on fire? Huh. How about that."}
  
  Among dozens of others to which hard evidence has not been found.

S K I L L S
Inside Man: If there's a crime to commit, odds are Jesse's committed it. Need illegal hookups of any kind, he's your man, especially with his previous gang relations.

_{"Have I done some things I'm ashamed of? Oh absolutely. Would I do them again in a heartbeat? Oh absolutely."}

Sleight of Hand: Jesse has had to smuggle some heavy heat into very high security areas many times before. It's best to assume that at any moment, he's got a firearm stashed within arms reach. On the same note, his sleight of hand skills are something of legend, which assists him heavily in his gambling.

_{"You do not want to know where this gun has been for the last hour."}

Trigger Finger: Gunplay is Jesse's forte. If he fires six shots from his revolver, you can bet on your life that six people are going to be dropping.

_{"Six. It was definitely six shots."}

Bet Against Me: Jesse is a master at reading situations to stack odds in his favor. His gut seems to feed him a constant stream of winning information, and he trusts it to a fault. This, along with grand observation skills, allow him to constantly make and win his classic bets.

_{"You want to lose everything you own? Bet against me."}

F L A W S
Not Exactly Scarface: Though Jesse plays at the 'criminal mastermind' image, he is anything but. No tactical genius, no charismatic leader skills- hell, he isn't even rich enough to pull it off.

_{"I AM a criminal mastermind. Who said I wasn't? I'll find them and... I'll insult their mother!"}

No Killing: While Jesse has done some terrible things, it was always with justification. He has and follows a very strict code of honor unique to his own needs. While to outsiders it may seem hypocritical, it is only logical in his mind. This code of conduct tends to hold him back when preforming criminal activity, because in the end he is good at heart.

_{"I've never shot a man who hasn't wronged me first. Yes, cutting in front of me at the grocery store counts as 'wronging me'."}

Time to Think: Frequently, Jesse tends to overthink everything around him. Especially with his enhanced eye, he simply takes in too much data, and misses the obvious things while he's busy trying to keep track of everything.

_{"What do you want from me? My brain only moves so fast, I'm not a goddamn cyborg."}

High Stakes: Jesse is, at his very core, a gambling man. Perhaps his most defining feature, Jesse lives to gamble and gambles to live. He tends to ignore risks, preferring to allow his luck to handle the consequences of his actions. This leads to many faulty decisions, including him taking any and all bets posed towards him.

_{"I'd say it was a calculated risk, but I'm going to be honest with you. I failed calculus."}

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Enclosed is a written transcript of Prisoner 9666's interaction with resident psychologist, along with notes from said psychologist.

Doctor Herrman: Hello, Jesse. May I call you that?
Prisoner 9666: All due respect, doc, but I'm cuffed up over here. Hardly in any position to be making demands of you.
D.H.: Jesse, do you know why you're here?
9666: Is it because I'm the millionth visitor to your moon jail, and you're offering me a free cruise?

Doctor's note: In the face of adversity, Prisoner 9666 displays a lack of sincere behavior, and a negative attitude.

...
D.H.: Okay, clearly this isn't working. Take a look at this picture, and tell me what you see.
9666: I see... a woman in a dress.
D.H.: Alright... and this one?
9666: A rose.
D.H.: Interesting. And what do you see in this image?
9666: Two people, dancing.

Doctor's Note: The subject has illusions of grandeur, and an affinity for the luxuries of life-

9666: Well, on second thought, it kinda looks like a couple people going at it.

Doctor's Note: And a peculiar propinquity for sexual innuendo.

...
D.H.: Okay, now we're going to do some simple word association. I'm just going to say a word -you say the first thing that comes to your mind. Dog.
9666: Train.
D.H.: House.
9666: Shelter.
D.H.: Night.
9666: Dream.
D.H.: Mercenary.
9666: Payment.
D.H.: Wife.
9666: [Expletives Redacted]
D.H.: Jesus! Where the hell did he get a gun?
[Gunshots can be heard periodically over the rest of the recording]

Doctor's Note: The subject shows noble behavior, and is generally honorable.

Final notes from Doctor Herrman:
As noted above, Prisoner 9666 faces adversity with a devil-may-care attitude, and a lack of seriousness in his day to day life. Illusions of grandeur and love for luxury are clear in his behavior, despite displaying much noble behavior. Though his ruthlessness should not be underestimated, it is still of note that Prisoner 9666 cares very much about innocent life almost as much as he cares for personal glory. As noted in classified transcripts, Prisoner 9666 has a very strict code of conduct to which he clings tightly.
[An attached note reads: At risk of your own life, do not mention the subjects ex-wife.]

B I O G R A P H Y
For the first fifteen years of Jesse's life, it was rather uneventful. Son of an accountant and a housewife, Jesse was what one could expect from the son of an accountant. Bored. In his boredom, Jesse found his way into trouble the best he could, doing some very bad things that a fourteen year old shouldn't even be thinking of, let alone doing. Illegal? No, not technically. But certainly not promising for his outlook as a citizen. A particularly intense outburst from Jesse prompted action from his parents on his fifteenth birthday, who believed a vacation out to another planet might do the kid some good.

The day the family set out on a charter ship to a new planet, was the day everything went wrong. A slaver ship took control of the ship, killing most of the passengers, and enslaving more. When the slavers came to kill a Mr. and Mrs. McCoy, they hadn't expected their son to strangle one of their own with a watch chain, then shoot two more with the fallen slaver's gun. While a short lived vengeance, it was rather effective, at least in the opinion of the leader of the slavers.

By some miracle, the leader (a Vaxir by the name of King Sanso) admired the fight in Jesse, and -rather than executing him on the spot, took him under his wing. Unsurprisingly, Jesse wasn't all too willing to go along with the bandits that killed his parents in front of him, but he was beaten into submission. He was trained by the slavers, and eventually gave in to Sanso's will. In addition to getting his hands dirty in the slave trade business for multiple years, Jesse also took care of monetary problems that the slavers faced, knowledge gained from his earlier years with his true father.

Though he was a part of the slaver crew, Jesse still resented his new 'family', if you could call it that. Time and time again, he attempted mutiny, but was beaten down as a result. Still, Sanso kept him alive despite multiple murder attempts, for reasons unknown, possibly to either of the two. When Jesse finally got his attempt at justice for his family, he took it gladly. Federation soldiers stormed the slaver ship, taking down the operation once and for all, it seemed. In the chaos, Jesse stole Sanso's gun from out of his hands, and painted a red splatter of justice across the walls.

Though Jesse assisted the Federation soldiers in taking the slavers down, he was still by definition, a criminal. While he was jailed for a sizeable sentence, good behavior and circumstance ended in his early release -under the condition that he joined up with the Federation soldiers. Jesse took the deal, and gladly. Though he should've felt satisfied in his victory over the slavers who took his parents from him, he felt the need to bring justice to the galaxy from the scum that was The Black Stars.

During his time in the Federation, he met a woman, with whom he fell madly in love with. The feeling was mutual, and after a year they were married. She eventually enlisted, and due to some family connections, soon rose to be even Jesse's superior. This ended in the first blow to Jesse's trust -she soon grew tired of her husbands constant disregard for protocol in favor of glory, and not only took him out of her squad, but took him out of her life as well.

His service with the Federation was not long lived. In a firefight against a small group of Black Stars, Jesse lost his eye, and was taken out of the front lines for a few months to recover. Over his time in recovery, he spent most of his time taking in news feeds, having nothing else to do from his hospital bed. He found some information pertaining to some of his superiors in the Federation that he very much did not want to know in this time, and soon lost his trust in the very people he was serving.

When he was recovered enough to stand, he was shocked to hear he was being sent straight back onto the front lines. In that moment he realized that if justice was truly his calling, there were far better places to find it. Calling in a favor from an impartial source he knew from his days with The Black Stars, Jesse was able to flee from the Federation, and strike out on his own. Settling down on a smaller planet, he slowly begun stretching out an influence from the shadows, slowly manipulating money to fund his plans.

Over the course of two years, he grew his funds into something sizeable enough to fund a small army, and that he did. Every hired gun, every mercenary, and every gang member that he could afford was soon under his payroll. Jesse's campaign followed everyone who he felt was doing wrong, from The Black Stars, to the Federation, to Homines Primum. Though he was largely successful in his antics for quite some time, eventually his hunt for glory got him caught and sent to the LMSIF.

P E R S O N A L B E L O N G I N G S
A pair of dice, a poker chip, and a deck of cards, each made from an iridescent pink/purple metal
A silver pocket watch
A pair of matching diamond wedding rings

@Heat

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Sorry for the short post, not much time for RPing as of late, and I've got a couple others to attend to as well.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Baron's fingers loosened as the conversation continued around him. He had half expected the kid to strike out, scream and shout in defiance -something, anything to justify his outburst. Against all odds, after a short skulking around, the kid actually apologized. Goddammit, he sounded sincere, too. Baron pressed his face into his fingers for a moment, before raising his face with a smile splitting the otherwise blank expression. "No, no, don't apologize. I'm being an ass." He said, glancing at Kenya with a defeated shrug. "We all did great. Goddamn if we aren't the best at what we do."

Baron meandered over to Coal and placed a hand on the witch-boy's shoulder. The kid was stupid, brash, and arrogant. Hell, Baron had to do some serious searching to find the potential in the kid -a mirror image of Baron before his second hibernation. Maybe the kid wasn't so bad after all. "You did good, ki- Coal. You did good." He said, reassuring the young boy. He raised his glass just a bit, bionic arm still resting on the boy's shoulder. "Celebrate we shall. If that episode wasn't indication enough, clearly I need to... how you say? Fall into a drunken stupor?" He chuckled, as the Pit made an exit.

Baron drunk deeply, a surprisingly sincere smile resting on his face. Though thoughts danced though his head of Jaklo's condition, it was beyond his powers of perception to tell the hunter's condition until he emerged from the office of Markiel. Though Mithias walking out red-handed certainly wasn't a good omen for the young man's future, the vampires embarrassment soothed Baron's worry. While the vampire had some class, he likely would've been a bit more shameless about the blood if Jaklo hadn't survived. So at least for now, Baron could rest easy with his drink, which he took another sip from.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

-Space Cowboy in progress here-
EDIT: Space Cowboys are stupid. Space Gamblers are so much cooler.

God Neon

I mean I felt a little dirty posting so soon after God and mine (my? I's? English is hard.) megapost, but I guess if no one else has something in the works/objects, I can try and crank out a post tonight, help keep the ball rolling.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound (Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure)

I'm interested, if you've still got the room