Re: The Glorious Championship! [Grand Battle S3G5] [Signups Open!]
04-20-2011, 02:59 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by granolaman.
Username: Granolaman
Name: James Jeremy Jacobs
Gender: Male
Color: Bitchin Blue.
Species: Human
Equipment/Abilities: Life on the streets has left JJ with a profound talent in running. Specifically away. More specifically away from pissed off cops, pissed off gangsters, and the occasional pissed off mutant rodent. JJ ‘owns’ a little shotgun roomsweeper pistol and even has a couple of spare shells for it floating around in his pockets for when running seems out of the question.
His left forearm and hand have been replaced with a cybernetic limb which has definitely seen better days. The Commlink computing device embedded into it seems brand new though, and certainly outside of his budget, as does the large mysterious cylinder strapped to his back actually. The commlink holds a number of skill programs which can be coupled with the system of wires running through JJ’s nervous system left over from a stint in manual labor. When combined, JJ becomes capable of whatever skill his program is running, be it kung fu to helicopter flying to juggling. Naturally these codes were pirated.
Inhabiting JJ’s commlink is an incredibly smart AI unit named Sheila, yet another thing seemingly out of place with JJ. Sheila is capable of interfacing with most computerized systems and, given enough time, can hack into any secure network. Other than controlling objects linked to the network though, Sheila has no effect on the material world.
Other than that, JJ has an assortment of surprisingly new gadgets in various locations on his body. Most of these he simply just hasn’t gotten around to pawning yet.
Description: JJ is one scrawny little street rat. Everything about him seems to imply a life lived in the gutters. His blue bathrobe and gray sweats and wife beater are all covered in grime and dirt. The smell would imply that he probably hasn’t bathed in years either. What little muscles he has are taut and stringy from the combination of malnutrition and running from whatever’s chasing him down at the moment. His black hair is a tangled mess of what might have been either an afro or dreadlocks or both at some point or another. His pink crocs are street worn, but holding up rather nicely, as are his cybernetic Lennon sunglasses.
Anyone who isn’t aware of the drugs he’s taking would call JJ a schizophrenic asshole. Anyone who is aware of the drugs he’s taking would just call him an asshole. JJ’s aggressively rude, uncouth and generally unpleasant to be around, especially if you’re of the female persuasion. The worst part is he thinks he’s charming and hilarious. JJ will rarely take a situation seriously if it doesn’t involve him directly and asking him to do anything that isn’t self-serving is a chore of patience, coercion and self-restraint. Left to his own devices, JJ will gladly take it upon himself to eat, sleep, and hit on anything with boobs.
Sheila can be arguably described as one of the few women who can tolerate a conversation with JJ, and that’s probably only because she’s been programmed to. Sheila can sometimes be a voice of logic to JJ, but more often than not she acts as his loyal AI, complying with his every order and whim with an “yes sir!” and a swift completion of the task. She does in fact have a personality, it just happens to work in JJ’s favor.
Biography:
Username: Granolaman
Name: James Jeremy Jacobs
Gender: Male
Color: Bitchin Blue.
Species: Human
Equipment/Abilities: Life on the streets has left JJ with a profound talent in running. Specifically away. More specifically away from pissed off cops, pissed off gangsters, and the occasional pissed off mutant rodent. JJ ‘owns’ a little shotgun roomsweeper pistol and even has a couple of spare shells for it floating around in his pockets for when running seems out of the question.
His left forearm and hand have been replaced with a cybernetic limb which has definitely seen better days. The Commlink computing device embedded into it seems brand new though, and certainly outside of his budget, as does the large mysterious cylinder strapped to his back actually. The commlink holds a number of skill programs which can be coupled with the system of wires running through JJ’s nervous system left over from a stint in manual labor. When combined, JJ becomes capable of whatever skill his program is running, be it kung fu to helicopter flying to juggling. Naturally these codes were pirated.
Inhabiting JJ’s commlink is an incredibly smart AI unit named Sheila, yet another thing seemingly out of place with JJ. Sheila is capable of interfacing with most computerized systems and, given enough time, can hack into any secure network. Other than controlling objects linked to the network though, Sheila has no effect on the material world.
Other than that, JJ has an assortment of surprisingly new gadgets in various locations on his body. Most of these he simply just hasn’t gotten around to pawning yet.
Description: JJ is one scrawny little street rat. Everything about him seems to imply a life lived in the gutters. His blue bathrobe and gray sweats and wife beater are all covered in grime and dirt. The smell would imply that he probably hasn’t bathed in years either. What little muscles he has are taut and stringy from the combination of malnutrition and running from whatever’s chasing him down at the moment. His black hair is a tangled mess of what might have been either an afro or dreadlocks or both at some point or another. His pink crocs are street worn, but holding up rather nicely, as are his cybernetic Lennon sunglasses.
Anyone who isn’t aware of the drugs he’s taking would call JJ a schizophrenic asshole. Anyone who is aware of the drugs he’s taking would just call him an asshole. JJ’s aggressively rude, uncouth and generally unpleasant to be around, especially if you’re of the female persuasion. The worst part is he thinks he’s charming and hilarious. JJ will rarely take a situation seriously if it doesn’t involve him directly and asking him to do anything that isn’t self-serving is a chore of patience, coercion and self-restraint. Left to his own devices, JJ will gladly take it upon himself to eat, sleep, and hit on anything with boobs.
Sheila can be arguably described as one of the few women who can tolerate a conversation with JJ, and that’s probably only because she’s been programmed to. Sheila can sometimes be a voice of logic to JJ, but more often than not she acts as his loyal AI, complying with his every order and whim with an “yes sir!” and a swift completion of the task. She does in fact have a personality, it just happens to work in JJ’s favor.
Biography:
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