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Master's Dojo: AdvancedDerrick Rose
A former air combat racer with a promising pro career cut short by a crash, his skills are still sharp, but his reflexes are a little slower than they used to be.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by qbsuperstar03
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Description
Derrick looks ordinary enough: 5 foot 10, 160 pounds, lean but muscular build. His left arm is weaker than his right due to an injury he suffered in his career-ending collision with another racer. He tends to dress comfortably in baggy clothes, the better to hide his sidearm. In the cockpit, however, he is in an armored flight suit.
Personality
He is filled with bitterness at the man who cost him what would have been his first career victory, but acknowledges that revenge is beyond him for the time being. In the meantime, he is determined to achieve whatever goal is set before him.
Equipment
He still has his old Rainos flight vehicle, bought and paid for, which is a model known as the king of aerial superiority fighters. It is able to attain speeds exceeding Mach 3 while maintaining reasonable maneuverability. He also carries a sidearm, for the day may come when he might be caught outside of his cockpit. Derrick is still learning how to fix his vehicle himself, though, and parts are getting more and more expensive.
History
Derrick was ascending through the ranks of the equivalent of Formula 1 racing, but 20,000 feet up and with guns, and was in the lead during one race when a lapped vehicle took a hit and lost altitude right into Derrick's left side. He was able to land safely, but his left arm was crippled, and to this day he is still trying to regain full use of it.
Derrick Rose's Story
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Huh...didn't know Gambit's hired a ghost. Would be a nice complement to that walking snowman they've got here for a guard in case someone gets up in the rafters.
Derrick Rose goes over and sits next to Kimu. "Are you kidding me? I thought the security here was better than to allow people to DIE in fights! If I had known that, I would have brought my laser pistol!"
Derrick Rose quickly excuses himself and runs upstairs, hoping to be clear of the chaos before it starts. He's a professional athlete, not a fighter.
Derrick Rose quivers in fright in one of the upstairs rooms, wondering what the hell is making that thumping noise...it sounded like a bipedal form, but it was heavier than any human should be.
(( Tras, what the hell, man. <_< ))
Derrick Rose watches a rather upset woman run past him and...slam the door, locking the two of them together? "Oh, um...hi. I was just hiding up here away from the scary robots and stuff." Though he's a grown man, he's not afraid of admitting he's about to piss himself.
Sorry, didn't know this was your room. Please, allow me to leave. This is so embarrassing...
Relax, honey. I'm not armed, and I'm an air combat racer. I need my hands for things besides punching people out.
Derrick Rose politely steps away as instructed. This was awkward...did the woman want him to leave or not?
Derrick Rose looks at the retreating lady in wonderment. He wasn't trying to be a threat, so why did she perceive him as one? The comment about her not being his honey, well, that one he probably deserved. Shrugging, he looks about the bar cautiously...
Oh my God! FIRE!!
Derrick Rose runs out of the bar. In the air, he was sometimes derided as a fool for racing for a losing team, but never as a coward. In the case of fire in an alcohol-filled bar, one is perfectly justified in running away, screaming like a little girl regardless of your gender or age.
Derrick Rose sighs. He had had a good race, but his first victory still remained as elusive as ever. He wasn't sure whether he should drink to celebrate or to forget, or just to drink for the sheer enjoyment of it all.
Derrick Rose usually doesn't carry weapons on him, but when you came to a place as legendary for its violence as this one, you had to come prepared. Hearing something climbing the outside of the building, however, made him think twice about calling a groupie and having some fun tonight.
Derrick Rose nods in agreement. "I'll say! My team just got its first win of the season! A round of drinks on me!"
Derrick Rose shrugs. He wasn't aware that they had technology these days that could allow robots to identify smells, but he wouldn't put it past the capabilities of the geniuses over on Trantor. Man, those guys had the best tracks...
Derrick Rose recognizes Motoko from last night's press conference concerning the hiatus of one of the bar's few other standbys, some Cryoface guy...to the best of his knowledge, it was a space alien who had been pushed to the edge by the stresses of his job.
Fucking wall-crawlers...when will they learn that God created gravity for a reason?
Derrick Rose wonders when Motoko is going to actually start kicking the collective ass of the zombie horde outside. He wanted to do an endorsement for this place, if for no other reason than there was probably a huge purse waiting for him if he did.
Derrick Rose sighs. Being used to air combat at close to supersonic speeds make reacting to the tongue easy. Dodging to the left, he quickly draws his energy blaster and squeezes off a shot at the zombie's open mouth.
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