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The Jackal

A big lug with an anubis mask bolted to his face.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by crazybilliscrazy

Description

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Reason or meaning of name:
Character’s nickname: The Jackal
Reason for nickname: The Anubis mask that he wears.
Birth date: Unknown

Physical appearance
Age: Unknown
How old does he/she appear: late 20s to Early 40s
Weight:295lbs
Height:6'5''
Body build: Hulking
Shape of face: Unknown
Eye color: Unknown
Glasses or contacts: Neither
Skin tone: Tan
Distinguishing marks: He has a gold Anubis mask bolted to his head.
Predominant features: The mask
Hair color: Unknown
Type of hair: Unknown
Hairstyle: Unknown
Voice: Deep, but muffled due to the mask.
Overall attractiveness: Kinda scary.
Physical disabilities: Poor Peripheral Vision, due to the mask.
Usual fashion of dress: Armor
Favorite outfit: Jammies.
Jewelry or accessories: Mask

Personality
Good personality traits: Quiet, Strong-minded
Bad personality traits: Slow witted
Mood character is most often in: Enraged
Sense of humor: Slow witted
Character’s greatest joy in life: Sandwiches
Character’s greatest fear: Snakes
Why? He was bit by one as a small child
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Being covered in snakes.
Character is most at ease when: Relaxing after a long day of murder. In his jammies.
Most ill at ease when: Snakes are around.
Enraged when: Battling
Depressed or sad when: People run away from fights
Priorities: Fighting, Relaxing, Killing Snakes.
If granted one wish, it would be: To kill every snake in the world
Why? He's afraid of snakes
Character’s soft spot: Puppies.
Is this soft spot obvious to others? No.
Greatest strength: His massive strength
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His fear of snakes, his weak mind

Goals
Drives and motivations: Relaxing, Murdering.
Immediate goals: Relaxing, Fighting.
Long term goals: Relaxing, Fighting
How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Doing what he usually does
How other characters will be affected: Neutrally

Favorites
Color: Gold
Least favorite color: Green
Food: Ribs
Literature: Ancient Egyptian
Form of entertainment: Battle
Expressions: "...."

Habits
Hobbies: Relaxing, Murder.
Plays a musical instrument? No
Plays a sport? No
How he/she would spend a rainy day: Relaxing
Smokes: No
Drinks: Yes
Other drugs: No
What does he/she do too much of? Relaxing, Fighting
What does he/she do too little of? Anything else, really.
Extremely skilled at: Being a big loaf.
Extremely unskilled at: Critical thinking
Usual body posture: Standing tall
Mannerisms: Quiet.

Traits
Optimist or pessimist? Neither
Introvert or extrovert? Introvert
Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil
Logical or emotional? Emotional
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly
Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing
Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident
Animal lover? Everything but snakes

Self-perception
How he/she feels about himself/herself: Doesn't care
One word the character would use to describe self: Big
How does the character think others perceive him/her: Large

Relationships with others
Opinion of other people in general: They aren't so bad
Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Yes
Person character most hates: Anybody associated with Snakes.
Best friend(s): None
Love interest(s):None
Person character goes to for advice: None
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: None
Person character feels shy or awkward around:None
Person character openly admires:None
Person character secretly admires:None

Possessions & Equipment
Whip: Coiled and hanging from his waist, his whip is never out of grasp. It has barbs at the end of it, making its lash that much worse.

Blade: Always sheathed on his hip, on the opposite side of the whip. A scimitar with a gold handle with a jackal head carved into it. Can wield it with one hand, in combination with the whip.

Armor: Jackal is almost always wearing his armor, which is made out of a light metal that allows for easy movement. It is weaker at the joints than anywhere else.

So begins...

The Jackal's Story

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The Jackal enters the bar, the floor boards creaking under his massive frame. He looks the bar over quickly, his face hidden by his golden mask bearing the likeness of the Egyptian god Anubis. He does not move from the doorway, he just stood, looking over the crowd.

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The Jackal enters the bar, his footsteps thumping against the floorboards of the floor. He made his way over to the counter, where he sat down, the bar stool squeaking in protest against bearing his weight. He drummed his fingers on the counter, his rasping breaths could be heard through the mask. He looked around, turning his head to get a better look, as his peripheral vision was awful.

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The Jackal turns towards the man, nodding as his comment, but not saying anything in reply. He then reached across the bar, grabbing a bottle of liquor and a shot glass. He poured himself a shot and lifted the tiny glass in his massive hand, bringing it up to the slit in his mask to all the passage of food and drink, pouring it in and gulping it down. He turned towards the Drifter and tipped his head to the side, looking around for who she was talking about, before realizing that she was talking about him. He nodded at her, then turned back to his drink.

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The Jackal shook his head, still pouring himself shots and throwing them back at a steady pace. After a few minutes of that, he rose from the stool, it once again squeaking in agony as he pulled his massive form up. He rose and thumped his way over to the bathroom, where he walked in and shut the door behind him. A few moments later, he exited the bathroom, the sound of a toilet flushing can be heard. He stood at the bathroom door, watching the crowd.

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The Jackal shrugged, the gold likeness of Anubis staring down at her. "Anubis blessed me." His voice was very low and very deep, and muffled by the mask that he wore. He shrugged again, swinging his arms idlely at his sides. "Why so tiny?" He asked after a moment, bending his neck down to get a better look at her.

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The Jackal bent down so that his "face" was level with hers. He pointed at the mask bolted onto his head. "That Anubis." he stated simply. He was, in fact, referring to the jackal headed Egyptian God of Death. "Anubis good. Keep snake away." His English left a lot to be desired, but he thought he was doing pretty well for somebody who barely knew the language.

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The Jackal shrugged again. "Anubis keep snake away." He stated again simply, as though the fact were as plain as day. "Boots no work like Anubis." He looked up from the girl, looking around slowly before looking back down at her. "Thirsty. Want drink?" He motioned towards his seat at the bar, where he was drinking before.

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The Jackal nods, listening to Drifter as he takes slow, thumping steps towards the bar. "Whiskey?" He held up the bottle that he was drinking from. It was a bottle of tequila. He had no idea what whiskey was, or why she liked it so much. He sat back down, the stool creaking again as his massive form was once again set down on it.

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The Jackal enters the bar, his footsteps thumping loudly through the bar, causing vibrations in the floor boards. He makes his way over to the counter, where he sits down on one of the stools, the wood pleading as he causes it to support all 300 pounds of him. He places his massive hands down on the counter in front of him and looking around, his breathing audible through the mask.

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The Jackal turns watching the woman enter the bar behind the mask and head over to the group of people. He said nothing, his rasping breaths still echoing from his mask. He just watched as people began to grow tense and confused, though he could see nothing wrong with the situation.

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The Jackal 's footsteps thumped loudly as he entered the bar, ducking as he passed through the doorway, almost not making it through. His heavy, rasping breathing echoed through the metal mask bolted on his face, featuring the likeness of a Jackal. His hand brushed the handle of his scimitar, but it was only to make sure that it was still there. He made his way over to a stool where he sat down, the wood squeaking in protest as he laid his massive form to rest on it. He looked down at the counter in front of him, his breathing still echoing through the mask.