The Whacko

Battletrek SG-5

|Actor's Name: James LaRoche
|Actor Gender: Male
|Character's Name: Security Chief "Odie' McCracken
|Character Gender: Male
|Appearance:
Character Race: Human
|Character Job: Security Chief
|Character Trope: Stout Stength, Badass Normal, Lawful Good, Interspecies Romance,
|Actor Personality: James is best described, in the words of People, as a "Pretty cool dude." Still fairly humble, he hasn't let his brief rise to fame and subsiquent fall get the best of him. He manages a friendly personality with most people he meets, though his fanboys/girls can steadily wear at his patience at conventions.
|Actor Bio: There isn't too much to be said about this fellow. Born and raised in the heart of Lousiana, James spent most of his life in a metioric rise to mediocrity. During his brief stint as a stuntman, he was offered a role on Battletrek SG-5 as the young security chief. Since the show's cancelation he's been relegated to low B level stardom, appearing in typical 'Tough Guy' extra roles and in a few straight-to-DVD movies (The highlight of which being a staring role in a low-budget Punisher sequel.) Nowdays he mostly attends conventions and gets by on stuntman jobs, though he still holds out hope for another big role.

Fables Among Us

Sorry guys, think it'd be best if I stepped out of this one. Don't like keeping you waiting, but the scheduele sucks. Wish y'all luck with this.

Searching for Males, Originals Inside ( Ignore Post Count )

I'd be up for the Nerd/Jock thing, go ahead and send me a PM sometime.

Fables Among Us

"This is gettin' fookin' worse by the minute." Mickey grumbled sourly as he spat out the stub of his cigar onto his office floor, starting the first throws of a fit as he heard the goblin's story. Seemed like half the Woodlands building was out investigating the Dust trade, and it was pissing him off to no end. The stuff's profit margin was freaking amazing, but now he couldn't sell a damn ounce of the stuff with these little turds all going about sticking their noble noses into other people's business. Mickey swore up a blue streak as he fished out another cigar, cliping it and doing his best to light it while he went over the plan for how the hell he was going to deal with this.

"I ain't goin' back to bein' a fookin' nobody again. It's gonna be like the old days. Gonna be the damned best again. Jus' gotta deal wit' t'ese little shits..." He paused, rubbing at his stubbled chin. "Call up everyone. Hollis, Michaeles, Shrapes, Deych, Griffin, all of 'em. I want 'em payin' t'ese arseholes a visit. Want Boogey an' t'at little Nip bitch in boxes. Rozalin too if t'ey c'n manage it." The goblin was nodding vigorously with every word. He was a petty crook, desperate to keep the bills paid, and he was a good runner. Perfect for Mickey's line of work. He waited for the goon to leave the office before he picked up his phone and dialed The Boy Who Cried Wolf. He didn't bother waiting for Max to speak to deliver his message.

"Oi, laddy, best be stayin' clear of Boogey's place t'night. I'm sendin' some'a me boys t'shut him up, Momo too. Wouldn't want me best mate gettin' shot loike a fish in a barrel 'cos the trolls got trigger-happy."

Fables Among Us

And again I hate college math. Sorry for the wait, I'll get something up after classes today.

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Mickey looked in shock as both of his goons seemed to stop paying any sort of attention to the pair of Fables in front of them, his right eye starting to twitch quickly as he bit down on his cigar hard. He nearly cut it in two before he shouldered past, or at least seemed to shoulder past, Boogie and Rozalin, grumbling and swearing under his breath in a mix of English and old Gaelic.

"This ain't over, you two. Best watch yer arses. Lepreachauns don't ever ferget a slight."

Fables Among Us

Mickey turned to face the two newcomers with a vicious scowl. Oh, good. He enjoy the company of these two almost as much as Bigby's. He glared up at Boogie and blew smoke up toward the man's face, taping some of the ashes from his cigar as he spoke.

"Nah, I think I'll be stickin' around until my business is done, boyo. Best wait outside until then, else my boys here might get a little....nervous. They get stabby when they're nervous." The threat was a decent enough one, but it was weakened a little by the slight slip in his accent in the middle. Even the best of glamours weren't totally perfect. He didn't wait for a reponse before he turned back to Muffet, who was looking more than a little frigthened, or maybe outraged, it was hard to tell with a face like hers. "Now where were we?"

Fables Among Us

Sorry, boss. Busy time for me right now. College math hates me.

Fables Among Us

Little Miss Muffet's, Bronx

Mickey was really getting sick of Miss Muffet. She wasn't all that nice to look at, and her voice grated on his ears a bit. She also'd gotten brave over the last few months. Still, he had his business here, and it needed to be handle quickly. In addition to his fencing and dealing, he did a bit of protection for some of the poorer Fable business, though it was really closer to blackmail. Muffet was one of his 'clients', though she'd started getting behind on the payments until she wasn't making them at all. Mickey figured it was time to remind her of why she needed the 'protection' in the first place. He was in his glamoured form now, and with Brick and Hoss flanking him the trio of extra-large men made for an intimidating sight.

"Muffet, I think I remember goin' over this conversation last week. When you keep my wallet light, I can't ensure that some hood doesn't decide that this would make a nice little stop in his robbery string." He said, his glamoured voice deep any gravely to match the large, bald ilussion. He puffed on his cigar and blew smoke in the woman's face with a wicked grin. "Hell, could be tonight, even. And let's not forget that glamour situation. Those boys've yours in the kitchen ain't gonna be payin' the 13th Floor's prices anytime soon. Pretty soon they'll be lookin' pretty inhuman, I'll bet. Be a damned shame if suddenly my supply were to run out an' I had to tell Cole that those boys need to be making a trip down to the Farm." He grinned around his cigar, taking another long puff.

"Am I making myself clear? I think I'm making myself clear."

Star Wars: Dark Tidings

Dawnon, remind me to fill you in on some've the Mando lore later. I see a few holes in here. Not to be a jerk, just saying. And he's my CS.

What's your name?: Keenok Tetsu
How old are you?: 34
Where do you come from? Boy or girl?: Male
What do you look like?:

Keenok

Tell us about yourself: Keenok is a fairly good example of a Jedi Guardian. A just, honest man that, while he prefer to settle a dispute peacefully, is willing to fight for what is right and to defend the innocent. He prefers to operate alone, though in a group he rarely takes the role of leader, prefering to follow. He can still be a little emotional and sentimental, but for the most part he has a good hold on himself in that regard. In combat he doesn't limit himself to any one style, prefering to adapt as the situation demands, though he is most proficient in a moddified form of Shien.

What's your story?: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born on Rodia in the lands of the Tetsu Clan, he was found to be Force-Sensitive at an early age and sent to the Jedi on Coruscant at five. He excelled in the physicial aspects of training, making his path as a Guardian obvious to most that knew him. At seventeen he was taken as a Padawan by Jedi Master Caran Dojis, serving most in the Mid Rim to settle brushfire wars. The highlight of his time as a Padawan was during a dispute on Rodia, in which he was forced to defend a small band of pacifists from an attack by the Chattza Clan. Afterward, his father presented him with his family's sword, and gave Keenok a simple instruction.

"Go, my son. Show our people what it means to live with honor and justice."

Shortly after, Keenok was deemed ready to face the trials and was promoted to Knight. Thereafter he devoted himself to learning the ways of the ancient Jedi Weapon Master, training in a number of uncommon, unorthadox Jedi weapons. He continues to serve mainly in the Mid Rim, though now he's been instructed to return to Coruscant to assist with the investigation of a missing Jedi Master.

Anything extra that you want to tell us?: As a Weapon Master, he's armed to the teeth. He carries with him at all times a green lighsaber pike and a traditional Rodian scimitar. He also carries a holdout blaster when the situation permits, and on occasion thermal detonators as well.