â Role â
Villain "14 years old, and I'm a villain. Woop-de-fucking-doo. Least I got my own gang." Made up of 7 kids. "Same thing."
â Gender â
Male "Ya ain't very bright are ya?"
â Nickname(s)/Alias(es) â
Slugger "Smack a few people across the face and all of a sudden, you get a shitty calling card for a name. I could be bat-man or the Homerun Striker. But nooooo, it just had to be Slugger. I don't even like baseball."
â Age â
14 "I just said- You know what, just fuck off in that corner over there."
â Face Claim â
L'il Slugger - Paranoia Agent.
â Height â
5'6 "Taller then most kids my age, ya."
â Weight â
130 "Meh, I do well for myself."
â Build â
Lean "I play sports, run around, besides I ain't got time to grow fat."
â Hair Color â
Black "Shockin' right?"
â Eye Color â
Brown
â Scars/Tattoos â
A stab wound on the side of his stomach, a slash that runs up through his left forearm and third degree burn scarring that run up the whole of his back. "Did you know: getting stab hurts likes a bitch?"
â Description â
Isaiah has a rather lop-sided smile, the sort of thing that can easily be taken as creepy or malicious but his face is more neutral then most, like a permanent poker face that helps mask most if not all emotions from showing up. "Great for Texas Hold'em and lying. You also forgot to tell 'em that I'm black."
â Normal Clothing â
A pair of good fitting jeans, and a long sleeved shirt of any kind. It depends on the weather. Sometimes, He'll wear a jacket, sometimes shorts, but he makes sure it's always different then his armor. He either goes out with a good pair of running shoes or his pair of black rollerblades (with the rollerblades, he wears a white helmet) and is always seen with a red and blue backpack and a black beanie.[b]
â Armor â
[b]Whenever Isaiah decides to go out as "Slugger", he'll normally wear a pair of cargo shorts (or cargo pants depending on the weather), a dark blue hoodie, the ever popular bent yellow baseball bat, likewise a pair of rollarblades painted yellow, a blue bandana he ties to his head to cover his mouth and nose, leaving just his eyes visible, and a black helmet.
As for protection, he now wears a helmet, knee pads and elbow pads under his clothes, and had stitched a series of thin metal sheets into his hoodie around vulnerable areas like his stomach, chest, back, and triceps, which makes for some great make-shift armor.
As for weapons, Slugger's most well-known weapon to the populace is a yellow bent baseball bat, rumored to be bent from the many heads he had smacked. Actually, my brother was really pissed one day, so he took it and just whacked it against the wall, bending it in half." "Isiah also carries with himself, a black handled butterfly knife which he can open and close quickly with either of his hands, a couple of makeshift flash-bangs (A matchbox filled with match-heads and magnesium, taped together tightly with clear tape) that needs to hit the ground hard to make the "flash", a few homemade toxic-smelling smokebombs made up of ping-ping balls, and an explosive tennis ball. Also, he carries around a zippo lighter, just in case. At times, he may even improvise for weapons, given the materials around him or make something for special or important occasions. He may or may not carry a black rope bag although it depends on the task.
â Quarks/Oddities â
"He's consistently inconsistent with his diction. At times he can speak properly, enunciating every word correctly and the next moment he won't. "What ya tallkin' about?"
"His consistent swearing can wear a little thin at best, boring at worst, he likes to get a bit creative with it. "Why art thou such a gutless castrated fucking pansy, Timmy?"
"Lastly, Isaiah tends to repeat whatever he hears, a habit picked up when he was 7, sometimes mimicking the voice of the person and adding onto their words to ridicule them."
â Skills â
Dirty Fighting - "I'm sorry, you wan' a fair fight? Well, close your eyes and count twenty paces and I promise nothin' gonna crack your skull open." Biting, groan hits, eye gouges feigning surrender, headbutts, cheap shots are all fair game in fighting. Isaiah has had enough close calls and thee one thing that saved him every time was dirty fighting.
Rollarblader - "Can't catch me, now can ya, muddafucker?"
Arguably, his greatest asset as a villain. Rollarblades gives him much speed and maneuverability as an individual and at full speeds, he's most popularly known for his hit and run's with a bat, easily knocking people out when he get's the speed. It also helps that he's a damn good rollerblader, doing so for at least four years, he's able to stop on a dime, jump and land with ease and go down stairs. He knows most if not all the slopes uphill and downhill in the cement jungle that is Cormick City.
Amateur Voice Actor - "Excuse me good sir but you have expired blood on my shoes."
After 7 years of repeating what everyone says, he can mimic the voices of others, both male and female not to an amazing degree to fool a best friend but that of a co-worker. He doesn't even use his own voice when he is "Slugger" instead using the voice of generic thug #3.
Mechanic - "Now you see, the problem with this car is that brakes have been cut, tires been slashed, and the transmisssion plus engine are missing."
When Isaiah's older brother starting teaching him about cars when he was eight, Isaiah listened to him and now he knows all the tools and parts of a car. He needed to because Isaiah's brother ran a chop-shop and he was an assistant. He's just as qualified to fix a car as he is to sabotage one.
Street Smarts - "Hey, did you hear about that woman that went in a dark alley, alone, at midnight?" "Which one? The idiot or the idiot?"
There comes a few things you learn growing up in a shithole like Cormick City, especially in the inner city. For starters, not to do stupid things such as the aforementioned above. You learn how to make money in often illegal but very profitable ways. You learn to know who to trust (no-one but don't let anyone know), who to avoid like the plague and how to make contacts. You learn the best places for an ambush, learn how to hide both your emotions and your body, and how to improvise in the worst of situations.
Sewing â âWeâll see howâs laughing when youâre screaming for help after being stabbed and when ya canât afford to go to da hospital.â
Helps for repairing clothes, and in extreme cases, pulling together skin.
Sign Language â Hey, me and Grandma, we gotta talk somehow.
He's fluent in American Sign Language (ASL)
Self-Reliance â Once again, Grandma. We been through a lot.â
Isaiah knows how to cook his own food, do his own laundry, and how to live by himself if need be.
â Likes â
| Money | Sports | Video Games | Cars | Cooking | Sewing | Skating | Coffee | Library | Rap | Country Music | Fruits | Vegetables |
â Dislikes â
| Candy | Guns | Idiots | Reporters | The Police | "Heroes" | "Villains" | Sweets | Fighting | Baseball | Christmas | Winter | Racists | Hip-Hop | The Asylum | Hospitals |
â Phobia(s) â
Hoplophobia - The fear of guns. Ironic? Yes. Crippling? Yes?
â Weakness(es) â
Oh man, does Slugger have a lot of weaknesses. "Hey!
Considering he doesn't have any formal training in hand-to-hand combat, a more trained combatant could easily take him down. Now that I think about it, slugger really isn't the stand up and fight kind of guy, considering it's incredibly easy to knock someone over when they're on rollarblades.
His fear of guns, really don't help in his capabilities in ranged combat, which are severely limited. "Ya done explainin' mah weaknesses to my enemies?"
â Real Name â
Isaiah Jones
Personality â
Snarky, sarcastic, and downright rude. Heâs often quite bluntly honest with his beliefs and opinions without a care for what other people think of him. Isaiah tries not to concern himself with the plight of others despite feeling otherwise disgust for both âHeroesâ and âVillainsâ or as he likes to call them, freaks and monsters. "Freaks" would be those that don some sort of mask and typically look they're all part of "the gimp" from pulp fiction since they're just a new breed of crazy, it's typical for him to make fun of them when they aren't there or simply do all to avoid crossing their paths. "Monsters" are the crazy ones without the masks, your killers, rapists, pimps, and what have you. As by their name, it's easy to tell that Slugger doesn't think too highly of them. While he considers himself above both of them, heâs pleasant enough to be around when you get past the swearing. Isaiah jokes around and is the type to stand up for those he trusts in times of need and antagonistically argue with other people on seemingly pointless things.
Under his âSluggerâ identity, he still considers himself better than âHeroesâ and âVillainsâ (Freaks and Monsters) and while gladly trash-talking the heroes, heâs smart enough not to trash talk any so called villains, considering theyâd probably live in the same area as he does. He is more controlled under Slugger, considering he has other people in his gang, kids like himself, following his orders.
Regardless of being âSluggerâ or Isaiah, he carries himself he carries himself with an air of intelligence not regularly found in street thugs and an air of respect for what he does.
â Family â
Jonah Desatra - Father â Unknown âHopefully, heâs dead.â
Robbie Jones - Brother, older - Dead
Claire Jones - Mother â Residing in Cormick Asylum for the Mentally Insane
Devona Jones â Grandmother â Alive, Deaf
â History â
Isaiah was born into the life he lives now. His mother and brother were running a chop-shop in the back of a garage and living in an average-sized apartment within the innercity with his grandmother. He was taught sign language when he was old enough to speak so that he could talk with his deaf grandmother. His father was never in the scene, abandoning the family while Isaiah was still a baby.
When Isaiah was eight, his brother Robbie started to teach him about cars and the year earlier, he had started rollerblading. All was relatively well until he turned 11, when his motherâs pills for her schizophrenia, slowly dwindling in potency to the point of ineffectiveness. Isaiah and Robbie would have done something had they known she was taking medicine at all and while Devona tried to do something she was too late. Claireâs paranoia and auditory hallucinations grew to immense levels as one day she set the chop-shop on fire, Isaiah suffering third-degree burns when the fire caught on to the gas splattered on the back of his shirt, hospitalized for about three months before being released.
There was a big stint in the media over it, a trial that ruled in favour to the defenceâs plea of insanity and sentenced Claire Jones to ten years in Cormick Mental Asylum, caused some protests and conflict with reporters.
After being released from the hospital, Isaiah, his brother and her grandmother had to move to an even seedier part of the city, unable to pay the mortgage for their original apartment along with Isaiahâs medical expenses instead paying rent and medical expenses. Somehow, Robbieâs new line of work, something he never opened up about, managed to pay for it all. Isaiah couldnât figure out what line of illegal work he did and although he suspected it was something along the line of drugs. Everyone did their share, Isaiah worked with a gang as a messenger and courier, and Grandma Devona cashed in all of the disability checks sheâve saved over the years. Eventually, most of the bills got paid, and things became normal for a while.
Then a year ago, Robbie put a gun to his mouth, and pulled the trigger.
At this point, Isaiah had to take up a more pro-active role in the gang. Hits. Not murders specifically but more like a series of violent messages given to various people. Isaiah wore the aforementioned âSluggerâ attire during this time and he was immortalized as such during a blurry video and a headline in the newspaper.
All the media attention of âSluggerâ really just made it easier to be feared and get the following he now has, a gang of children round his own age, who know nothing of Isaiah but everything of Slugger. They did nothing much besides maybe rob a few stores, mug a few people, steal a few cars, even stripping cars completely overnight.
Of course, Slugger never truly left his original gang, whom he barely converses with. He still might get orders and jobs from those he barely knows, for hit and runs, stealing something specific, dropping off a package, or sending a violent message to someone.
He gets paid, all the same except now all these goddamn "heroes" are making it difficult to even keep up with the rent.
Password:
Corn Maze.