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player information.
name: Maus
are you over 18?: 24
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ronsencock
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characters in abax: Charles Xaviergroovy_mutation and Doc Worth alleywayhack
in character information.
series: Jonah Hex (movie)
name: Burke (no last name)
sex: Male
age: 33
race: Human
height: 6 feet
weight: 163 pounds
canon point: Post Death
previous cr: NOPE
history:
http://jonahhex.wikia.com/wiki/Burke (have his wiki for shits and giggles)
He's a minor character and has little screen time or history, but this is what we know of him: He's an Irishman who works for Quentin Turnbull, a man intent on fucking up America with a power weapon, a 'nation killer'. He does Quentin's dirty work, getting the things he needs to set his plan in motion, like stopping a train by blowing up the front cars of it and killing countless innocents and militiamen. Or keeping Jonah Hex from attacking Quentin in his own base, wounding Hex greatly and chasing him off. And then he kidnaps Lilah to put Hex at a disadvantage against his boss, in an attempt to disarm him and keep him out of the way for Quentin's plans to finally come to fruition.
He also has bad history with Jonah Hex, as he burned his wife and child alive at the orders of Quentin Turnbull, after Hex betrayed his boss for a good cause, but ultimately got the other man's son killed in the process. Hence why he had Burke take the lives of Hex's family. Then held Hex still while Quetin branded him on the side of his face, marking him for the rest of his life.
Ultimately in a stand off against Hex to stop him from ruining their plans, Burke does end up losing. Head sliced open against a boat propeller blades he's tossed to the ground before Hex decides it's not enough and uses his powers to talk to the dead to 'bring him back' so he can then doubly kill him, turning him to nothing but a pile of ash.
personality: Burke is first and foremost a man for himself. While he might seem like a loyal lapdog doing as his master says, he only does so because it suits him. Suits him because what he's told to do involves something he enjoys, something he likes, something that thrills and excites him. For the most part, unabashed violence with a smile on his face. The only reason he stays with Quentin Turnbull for the time he does and works as his right hand man is because of the freedom he has to do as he pleases. Quentin doesn't expect much out of him, just for Burke to do all of his dirty work, which he is of course more than happy to do, since this is typically something involving the slaughter of people in his boss' way.
Pain doesn't frighten him, nor does death, he leaps into a fight with all the intent to come out on top. And even when he knows he's out matched he'll just laugh it off and take the beating any way. Pain excites him, causing pain to others excites him. It drives him. He has no qualms in hurting anyone, child, woman, innocent or not. He's burned a woman and child alive and blown up a train of innocent people, laughed it off and seemed more the merrier for it.
He can go from a smiling charmer to balls to the walls crazy in mere seconds, maniacal cackle and all. Yet he does have a clam bone in his body, calm in meaning he isn't brandishing a weapon in someone's face. He usually has to be moving, doing something, whistling, singing a little tune or humming, or keeping his hands busy with something. A drink, his hat, a smoke. Something. He's almost jittery in his need to be doing something. He's like an eager dog, an eager dog that can't wait for someone to spook out a rabbit to chase down and slaughter.
Burke doesn't make friends, he finds amusement in people or something about them has to be worth his attention. Enemies he can make, easily, at the drop of a hat, but 'friends' those are more like with his relationship with his boss. If they suit his needs then he'll play friendly, get what he wants from them, his source of entertainment. He wouldn't think twice about going against anyone if it meant something better for himself.
abilities/powers: He's capable with firearms, melee and knives. If not able to adapt to use whatever is around him to fight if he has to.
first person sample:
[Voice]
[After playing with his cell for some time now, flipping it open and shut over and over, pressing buttons because he liked the sounds they made... even whistling a little tune along with said sounds, Burke finally decided to use it for it's intended purpose. To bother people.]
So this little witchcraft device here, while a bundle of entertainment, does have me quite curious. What things are inside it, tinkinerin' away and makin' it tick, eh? [There's a thoughtful pause as he ponders using his knife to pry it apart, but then he'll sniff dismissing the thought.]
Any of the more educated here might be able to tell a fella if he'd be ruinin' his fancy little toy if he pulled it apart, hm? I do like playin' rough with my toys, but sometimes they're more fun when they're not broken. [Only sometimes.]
third person sample:
The boss had something for him to do. A job. Words Burke always loved to hear. Like music to his ears really, beautiful and angelic in nature, if only to him and him alone. It's how he finds himself in a small house out in the rough lands, just on the outskirts of a town, wife and daughter all alone at home, daddy no where to be found. Daddy would be better off not staying found if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders, betraying Quentin Turnbull never ended well for anyone, he could name a few who'd done so and lived to regret the decision. Most though ended up dead and deader, food for the buzzards.
Speaking of buzzards, they're making a fine snack out of the said man's daughter, or what was left of her. He'd gagged and tied her to a pole outside the house and doused her in fuel, much to the horror of her mother tied and gagged just outside the door to their house. After petting the girl's hair back from her face, smiling sweetly at her with a 'Shhh sh sh shhh darlin', no need to cry. I'll send your momma to ya soon.', Burke stepped back, lighting a match and flicked it at the poor girl, setting her a flame. Letting the mother watch for some minutes, until the girl was no longer moving, flames starting to die down, he moved to drag her back into the house, fingers gripping her hair tight.
"Y'know, lass, you might think of me as the bad guy in this situation, a monster even. But you only have one monster t'blame, and that's your husband. He left you to this." He'll explain, pulling out his knife, fingers picking at the blade, turning it a little as he glanced down at her face. Wet from crying, makeup running down cheeks, she's a miserable wreck, but it's what he wants. It's how he likes them.
"He never shoulda bit the hand that fed em. The man behind the hand has someone with sharper teeth." And hell grin wide, moving to stand over her menacingly, before raising his knife back sharply, then plunging it deep into her body. Over and over and over, making a mess of things, and he doesn't stop until he's covered in her blood and laughing, laughing so much he can't stop. It isn't until he hears the door of the house open that he realizes he's been going on for some minutes now. Looking back at the face of the man who'd been the cause of this mess, the turncoat himself, he smirks, looking wild and crazy with blood smeared across his face.
"I didn't think you'd be joinin' us. Come and join the party." His knife flashes as he brandishes it, lips spreading into a wicked smile.
case no: Any number will do oh wise ones
name: Maus
are you over 18?: 24
personal lj:
ronsencockemail/aim/plurk/etc: Ronsencock@hotmail.com | rlylikesclocks | ronsencock
characters in abax: Charles Xavier
groovy_mutation and Doc Worth alleywayhackin character information.
series: Jonah Hex (movie)
name: Burke (no last name)
sex: Male
age: 33
race: Human
height: 6 feet
weight: 163 pounds
canon point: Post Death
previous cr: NOPE
history:
http://jonahhex.wikia.com/wiki/Burke (have his wiki for shits and giggles)
He's a minor character and has little screen time or history, but this is what we know of him: He's an Irishman who works for Quentin Turnbull, a man intent on fucking up America with a power weapon, a 'nation killer'. He does Quentin's dirty work, getting the things he needs to set his plan in motion, like stopping a train by blowing up the front cars of it and killing countless innocents and militiamen. Or keeping Jonah Hex from attacking Quentin in his own base, wounding Hex greatly and chasing him off. And then he kidnaps Lilah to put Hex at a disadvantage against his boss, in an attempt to disarm him and keep him out of the way for Quentin's plans to finally come to fruition.
He also has bad history with Jonah Hex, as he burned his wife and child alive at the orders of Quentin Turnbull, after Hex betrayed his boss for a good cause, but ultimately got the other man's son killed in the process. Hence why he had Burke take the lives of Hex's family. Then held Hex still while Quetin branded him on the side of his face, marking him for the rest of his life.
Ultimately in a stand off against Hex to stop him from ruining their plans, Burke does end up losing. Head sliced open against a boat propeller blades he's tossed to the ground before Hex decides it's not enough and uses his powers to talk to the dead to 'bring him back' so he can then doubly kill him, turning him to nothing but a pile of ash.
personality: Burke is first and foremost a man for himself. While he might seem like a loyal lapdog doing as his master says, he only does so because it suits him. Suits him because what he's told to do involves something he enjoys, something he likes, something that thrills and excites him. For the most part, unabashed violence with a smile on his face. The only reason he stays with Quentin Turnbull for the time he does and works as his right hand man is because of the freedom he has to do as he pleases. Quentin doesn't expect much out of him, just for Burke to do all of his dirty work, which he is of course more than happy to do, since this is typically something involving the slaughter of people in his boss' way.
Pain doesn't frighten him, nor does death, he leaps into a fight with all the intent to come out on top. And even when he knows he's out matched he'll just laugh it off and take the beating any way. Pain excites him, causing pain to others excites him. It drives him. He has no qualms in hurting anyone, child, woman, innocent or not. He's burned a woman and child alive and blown up a train of innocent people, laughed it off and seemed more the merrier for it.
He can go from a smiling charmer to balls to the walls crazy in mere seconds, maniacal cackle and all. Yet he does have a clam bone in his body, calm in meaning he isn't brandishing a weapon in someone's face. He usually has to be moving, doing something, whistling, singing a little tune or humming, or keeping his hands busy with something. A drink, his hat, a smoke. Something. He's almost jittery in his need to be doing something. He's like an eager dog, an eager dog that can't wait for someone to spook out a rabbit to chase down and slaughter.
Burke doesn't make friends, he finds amusement in people or something about them has to be worth his attention. Enemies he can make, easily, at the drop of a hat, but 'friends' those are more like with his relationship with his boss. If they suit his needs then he'll play friendly, get what he wants from them, his source of entertainment. He wouldn't think twice about going against anyone if it meant something better for himself.
abilities/powers: He's capable with firearms, melee and knives. If not able to adapt to use whatever is around him to fight if he has to.
first person sample:
[Voice]
[After playing with his cell for some time now, flipping it open and shut over and over, pressing buttons because he liked the sounds they made... even whistling a little tune along with said sounds, Burke finally decided to use it for it's intended purpose. To bother people.]
So this little witchcraft device here, while a bundle of entertainment, does have me quite curious. What things are inside it, tinkinerin' away and makin' it tick, eh? [There's a thoughtful pause as he ponders using his knife to pry it apart, but then he'll sniff dismissing the thought.]
Any of the more educated here might be able to tell a fella if he'd be ruinin' his fancy little toy if he pulled it apart, hm? I do like playin' rough with my toys, but sometimes they're more fun when they're not broken. [Only sometimes.]
third person sample:
The boss had something for him to do. A job. Words Burke always loved to hear. Like music to his ears really, beautiful and angelic in nature, if only to him and him alone. It's how he finds himself in a small house out in the rough lands, just on the outskirts of a town, wife and daughter all alone at home, daddy no where to be found. Daddy would be better off not staying found if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders, betraying Quentin Turnbull never ended well for anyone, he could name a few who'd done so and lived to regret the decision. Most though ended up dead and deader, food for the buzzards.
Speaking of buzzards, they're making a fine snack out of the said man's daughter, or what was left of her. He'd gagged and tied her to a pole outside the house and doused her in fuel, much to the horror of her mother tied and gagged just outside the door to their house. After petting the girl's hair back from her face, smiling sweetly at her with a 'Shhh sh sh shhh darlin', no need to cry. I'll send your momma to ya soon.', Burke stepped back, lighting a match and flicked it at the poor girl, setting her a flame. Letting the mother watch for some minutes, until the girl was no longer moving, flames starting to die down, he moved to drag her back into the house, fingers gripping her hair tight.
"Y'know, lass, you might think of me as the bad guy in this situation, a monster even. But you only have one monster t'blame, and that's your husband. He left you to this." He'll explain, pulling out his knife, fingers picking at the blade, turning it a little as he glanced down at her face. Wet from crying, makeup running down cheeks, she's a miserable wreck, but it's what he wants. It's how he likes them.
"He never shoulda bit the hand that fed em. The man behind the hand has someone with sharper teeth." And hell grin wide, moving to stand over her menacingly, before raising his knife back sharply, then plunging it deep into her body. Over and over and over, making a mess of things, and he doesn't stop until he's covered in her blood and laughing, laughing so much he can't stop. It isn't until he hears the door of the house open that he realizes he's been going on for some minutes now. Looking back at the face of the man who'd been the cause of this mess, the turncoat himself, he smirks, looking wild and crazy with blood smeared across his face.
"I didn't think you'd be joinin' us. Come and join the party." His knife flashes as he brandishes it, lips spreading into a wicked smile.
case no: Any number will do oh wise ones