Post by LightStorm on Jul 31, 2011 15:55:05 GMT -5
Name: Spades Slick, called Slick for short. Some of the midnight crew call him Jack if they desperately need his help with something (I.E. not getting filled with lead by The Felt) to get his attention, but he really hates being called by his old name.
Occupation(s): Organized crime, Leader in the Midnight crew. He runs a Casino and some other parts of the city. Keeping control of The Felt is also kind of his job. With all the time traveling shit there's never going to be just one of a single Felt member. You kill one, well, whip dee fuckin' doo, tomorrow they'll be back from an alternate timeline. Fucking time travel.
Likes: Black licorice Scottie Dogs, backup hats, knives/anything sharp, power, Jazz or Blues, blood.
Dislikes: The Felt (More specifically Snowman), Problem Sleuth, P.I.s and Police in general, clocks, time travel, sloppy troll makeout sessions, stupidity, being cornered, getting limbs shot off/eyes poked out.
Skills: Knives, guns, killing in general. He can use almost any weapon. He plays piano pretty awesomely, but doesn't particularly like playing while people are around. (Unless he's jamming with the rest of the crew) Slick's very good at making/keeping people afraid of him and controlling of his parts of the city.
Personality: Slick is one of the people you definitely don't want to mess with. Get on his bad side and you better watch your back. He pretty much hates just about anyone at first sight. He doesn't hesitate when killing, and never has. It's like a second nature for him, and whoever threatens his hold on power is pretty much screwed. Your best bet would be to leave town or be as good as Spades with weapons. He swears moderately often and is pretty much rude to most people.
The best adjectives for him would be nasty, blunt, and ruthless. Despite this he does have a lighter side. He keeps in mind the well being of his Crew, and genuinely cares about what happens to them. After all, they are his only allies.
Other: Spades Slick is the troll session's Jack Noir. After the game ended he exiled himself. He built the city up along with three of the other exiles, who are now the other members of the Midnight Crew. Although he doesn't own the whole city he's content with just knowing he made the place. He's not shy about reminding people of this when they step out of line.
RP sample: Spades Slick strolled through the alleyways, not particularly for any reason. He had some shit about the felt on his mind and needed to get some air, he guessed. As he went he fingered his Bait and Switchblade, carefully running his fingers up and down the edges. It looked like it was going to rain, he noticed, snarling a bit. The water would rust up his arm if he stayed out too long. Damn, that thing is high maintenance, but it was worth it. Better then not having an arm.
Then again, he would have both of his arms if it wasn't for her. And both of his eyes. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Slick scraped the knife against the brick wall, carving a line into it as he walked. Usually it wouldn't even make a small indentation on the bricks, but given that his robotic arm had more strength it easily carved in grooves. Slick guessed that is was sort of a plus.
Not that it would change his hatred or intent to kill Snowman. It was definite. Maybe not in the near future, but somehow he knew she would push him closer and closer to the edge. He was going to snap sometime, and when he did, she would be in deep shit. Just like when he took her out of power the first time.
Snowman didn't seem to realize it yet, but Spades Slick always comes out on top. He makes sure of it.
OOC Information
Name: Crystal or LightStorm
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