Roger stands at 5'10" and weighs 118 lbs, he has a very lean, athletic build from the countless hours he spent running food and munitions for the 'Pyrat's Guild'. Dark brown curly hair falls just above his cerulean eyes. He regularly cuts, shaves and shapes his own hair with the precision of a dull machete scrapping against his scalp and a fractured piece of silver nitrate soaked glass as his beautician's salon. His five o'clock shadow and leathered skin give him all the sex appeal of a cardboard box.
His right arm has been amputated just below the shoulder thanks to an unfortunate accident, the tissue surrounding the stump has been stapled shut with industrial strength metal barbs leaving the area to look scarred. While his right arm is well mangled, his left seems to have made up the difference. His complete reliance on his off hand has rewarded him with a finely tuned weapon, complete with well defined musculature and heavily calloused knuckles.
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Jolly Roger
Gang leader of Mirror Cities 'Pyrat' gang that inhabit the cities aqueducts. His sarcastic tone and sinister tactics make him a threat to be reckoned with.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ichi
Description
Personality
Life in Mirror City isn't a place for a child to grow up, witnessing your own family members cannibalizing and murdering your neighbors turns one's disposition sour. From constantly scavenging for food to hiding in the underground waterways, Roger has adapted a more sinister approach to life. He suffers from insomnia, dementia, and a heavy feeling of inadequacy after the death of his parents at his own hands. He takes a shoot first and ask questions later approach to most critical situations, while taking a stoic sarcastic approach to most non-threatening situations. 'Jolly' Roger tends to specialize in guerilla tactics in battle, blasting at close range then ducking behind cover to reload.
Equipment
Armor - 'Jolly' Roger wears matching black cargo pants and a ribbed undershirt, over which is draped a black leather-wrapped poncho that conceals a short chain mail covering to provide minor chest protection for his vitals. A single bandolier is wrapped along his waist-line and is strung just above his shortened gun holster.
Sawn-off Shotgun - A standard break open double barrel shotgun sporting a strong wooden stock and sturdy metal chamber. Fires two buck shot blasts at a time with a short effective range.
- Reload Proceedure is slow due to recent unforseen circumstances. Roger has to holster his weapon, break it open to expel the spent cartridges, retrieve two more shells and reload them into the weapon. This typically takes around 10-15 seconds, considerably longer than most normal reload times. NOTE : He can also get a little creative with this process. I won't spoil how but...you'll see.
Bladed Chain - As a backup for the long reload process 'Jolly' Roger wears a 6 foot chain tipped with a sharp dagger from his neck. Weilding it like a whip, Roger will flick his body and even kick at the bladed chain to send it soaring to meet its mark. He tends to keep it wrapped clockwise around his neck when not in use.
History
WIP
So begins...
Jolly Roger's Story
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Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Fesna?!
”
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
“
I...don't know?
”
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
“
WE'RE DEAD!
”
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there? ”
....look over there? ”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
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