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r/iamverysmart
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3 yrs ago
DEGENERATE!?!?!? LMAO! Get over yourself dude. For real
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3 yrs ago
I mean everytime I've seen you moan, people have tried to be helpful and give you tips, you have never done any of those things. You still don't like putting images and colors in your interest checks
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5 yrs ago
Really need a fantasy RP. Someone hit me up if you got one/know one that's pretty active rn
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Have fun with that then :)

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Okay, made the final decision on my character. Tween Brawler who just loves causing chaos. Just the shit-stirrer really


Jesse McElroy (@GingerBoi123) and Darcy Marl (@Mcmolly)


PLACE // Train Inbound to Baker's Rest
TIME // Morning




Across one side of a moving train cart, a man with a black, leather cowboy hat, black leather duster coat and only a red bandana to stand out was sleeping, with his legs crossed and propped up against the table that was bolted to the train floor. At least, that's how Jesse McElroy wanted to appear. The brim of the hat was steeped low to cover his eyes, but he was still able to see a lot of the cart he was riding in. There was no work to be found in the last Freetown, but Jesse knew there was always work to pick up in Blackfinger. His cart was mostly empty of people, save one. This wasn't so much of a big deal. The less people to deal with, the damn better. Less people to get in the way too. However, a girl on the other end to Jesse seemed very awake, and very tired because of this. 'Girl must not be used to trains..'. The bounty hunter thought to himself. That was his first thought, but upon closer inspection, he noticed that there might be more to this girl, most likely strapped beneath her poncho. Jesse glanced at his rifle on the table next to his feet.

'Just in case...'

“What?” Came a hard query. She must have caught his eyes on their last pass, out of the corner of his own.

Jesse looked up, his face now revealed too as he stared at the girl dead straight. He wasn't fond of this girl already. Definitely not one of those 'be a momma or some Saloon waitress' kind of girl. This was one who's killed, nah, kill-s. Jesse could tell just by looking at her. She was younger than Jesse, a good 15 years younger. Damn kids running their mouths.

"Not a damn thing, kid..." He replied, his mixture of rough gravel and southern accent voice echoing throughout the cart. Time to see how much bark this girl's got.

Darcy scowled. “Well don’t get moody with me, yeah? Lookin’ at me like some wet cat. Christ.”

Jesse couldn't help but smirk, probably not helping his situation. Not that he was mocking her, he just thought her comparision was funny. "Don't get yappy with me. I ain't gonna say you're a total clutz, but you're still a Greenhorn kiddo, so pipe the hell down." Jesse scolded like an angry father. He couldn't stand young punks that thought they were hot shit and knew better. He didn't even give her a sour look to begin with, goddamn...

“Don’t get– ” She shuffled around, looked at him like he’d just started speaking another language. “What in the hell are you even talking about? ‘Greenhorn’? You dull? Are you actually dull? Am I supposed to know you?”

"I'm a Bounty Hunter kid. Go by 'Blackjack'. It doesn't take too long to work out another killer anymore. You're a young one too, probably ain't been handling one of these for ten years at least..." Jesse explained as he unholstered his six-shooter piece. Merely to demonstrate as he holstered it back again. "Also, you're cocky as hell. Dead giveaway, really."

Darcy nearly rolled her eyes into her skull. “Cocky. I’m cocky. That’s real ripe comin’ from the cunt. You name your guns? You look like the type to name your guns.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what? People... do that?" He questioned. Honestly, he never really stuck around other gunmen long enough to check if they do that shit. Whole thing felt like a waste of time, then you get attached to the gun and you don't wanna get rid of it even though the other gun is clearly superior. "Shit like that pisses me off." Jesse responded quite simply.

“Yeah, well..." Darcy huffed. She clearly hadn't expected to agree on anything with him, and it didn't seem a pleasant surprise. “You'd just better watch it, struttin' around like that, eyein' on folks. You're lucky I'm tired--and forgiving. Not everyone's as forgiving as I am."

The Bounty Hunter did nothing but smirk. "You're right. Normal gunslinger would probably be trying to shoot me right about now." She wasn't a bad kid. But if she was in the killing business, boy has she got a long way to go. Not that Jesse is perfect, but he's gotta have some level of skill if he's been doing what he's doing for this long. Jesse turned his head and looked out the window. "Sun's almost at it's highest. We can't be that far from Blackfinger now." Jesse mentioned.

“Well thank God," she said, and leaned her head back against the window. “Good enough place. Ain't New Rojas, 'course. Now that you oughta see. Makes these Free Cities look like dumps."

Jesse shot the young girl a spiteful look. Anywhere was better than that den of criminal scum. Mind you, was there even a law these days? "Ain't nothin' better than New Rojas, ya mean..." He retorted, as if he was correcting the girl. Jesse lost all respect for that shithole long ago. "You from there?"

She sniffed, a proud smirk worked onto her face. “Shit, I might be."

"Wipe that shit eating smirk of your face, Kid. I'm from there too. Nothing good ever comes out of that place. Lemme guess, you're in a gang? Working for a gang? Forced to work for a gang?" Jesse suggested, all previous excuses from past bounties who operated in New Rojas. "Shit, you're the leader, right?" Jesse joked, openingly chuckling to his own jest.

Very quickly her grin did vanish for an ugly glower, and she soured again. “I'll have you know I'm a respectful businesswoman, doing respectful governmental work, yeah?. It's a skillful, honest living. Clearly not everyone can hack it."

Jesse smirked. He clearly hit a nerve. "Whatever you say kid, but if you're peddlin' something, then I ain't buying it." The Bounty Hunter has clearly said enough. She was a kid, but she was a kid with a gun. They're even more dangerous. Jesse stared out the window as the 'oh so glamorous' Baker's Rest, better known as Blackfinger, was pulling into view as the train was slowly coming to a halt. Jesse cleared his throat and picked up his rifle, resting it upon his shoulder. "Good day to you. Miss." Jesse said as a farewell. This was going to be a long day.
Will this still be happening?
@EisenhornSuch a badass song too
@Sergei RomanovI would be down, but I've only played the remake (aka Doom 4). From what I've heard, you might have a better time if this was Doom 4 setting, lol
Trying to think of a start, an interaction with anyone maybe?
@Snagglepuss89Oh damn

@GowiThanks for pointing that out, Gowi.

Back to the knowing people discussion, Jesse doesn't really 'live' anywhere anymore, but he frequents Blackfinger and Baker's Rest a lot, so it would be safe to assume he might become a familiar face to a few people. He's also got a 20 year career in Bounty Hunting, so that helps
@GowiCrap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!

If anyone would like a pre-established relation with my Bounty Hunter, Jesse, then please let me know. I love to discuss these sorts of things and we have a lot of interesting characters on the roster too
Jesse



“I want my payment, and I'm gonna get it one way or the other."

NAME


Jesse McElroy

ALIAS


Blackjack

GENDER


Male

SKILLS


Shooting: Jesse, being a bounty hunter, is exceptionally skilled at shooting all manner of weapons. Whilst he is most proficient in rifles such as his trusty Winchester Model 1895 rifle, he is pretty handy with revolvers and is a damn good shot. With his line of work, you gotta be good at fighting.

Brawling: When you can't use any more weapons, you still got your fists. Jesse isn't a trained fighter, but with the skills he's picked up over the years, he can still hold his own. A martial artist or those trained in melee combat will easily be able to beat him, but if it's a straight up brawl, Blackjack is gonna come out on top of a pile of unconscious bodies.

Survival: Travelling from town to town in search of contracts and missions has made him a capable survivor outside of the comfort of the Freetowns. Jesse can start fires for warmth and is very athletic and fit, allowing his body to combat the elements.

Intimidation: When Jesse puts on his "Bounty Hunter face" and becomes 'Blackjack', he is very good at making himself an intimidating sight. While he prefers not to use this method of getting his way, sometimes it is the only method to deploy. Mostly with boneheaded merchants or punks talking a big game.

PERSONALITY


Jesse is a straight to the point man. He prefers to keep interactions as simple as possible. He's not cold hearted, he just feels he's gotta keep moving on to get things done as quick as possible. The quicker he gets a job done, the quicker he gets paid. Jesse has always been a fighter, and never one to shy away from a good scrap or shootout. However, his penchant for trouble sometimes make situations worse than they need to be. He's rude for sure, especially to those he doesn't respect. Respect is a thing that needs to be earned, and the bounties are for criminals and scumbags, so they get none. Unfortunately, he has an issue of sticking in the fight instead of getting out of it. While he's not unsociable, don't expect him to get cosy with you. You're stuck with him as long as you need him, then he's taking his due and walking away.

HISTORY


Raised in Jefferson, Jesse was always exposed to violence and unfairness. He firmly believed that something had to be done about the gangs in the nation, but what was left of some form of law agency was either too scared to take action or paid off to turn a blind eye. However, his childhood was mostly surviving in the city and learning the ways of the worse kind of humans. He never knew his mother, so Jesse only had the harsh strictness of his father to raise him. However, it was his father who taught him how to shoot and how to fight. Jesse was a part of a small time gang too, wrong people. However, to Jesse, this was merely a means to an ends. It wasn't long before Jesse was old enough before his father allowed him to leave and make his own way in life. The parting gift was Jesse's first revolver to call his own.

At 16, Jesse was able to get one ticket to ride out of New Rojas and get the train out of Jefferson. One upset ex-gang and a shootout later, McElroy managed to escape the grasp of his gang and the grasp of Jefferson itself. With that, he set of to make a name for himself the only way he was brought up how. However, unlike most of the population of Jefferson, Jesse had a shred of a heart to not make money through what he deems as 'illegal' ways. However, he did find a job making use of his skillset by becoming a bounty hunter. 20 years of completing contracts, multiple shootouts and too much drinking that borders on needing a new liver, Blackjack has made a name for himself throughout the Freetowns.

INVENTORY







REASON FOR VISITING


Jesse is here to look for his next bounty, restocking supplies and definitely a damn drink or two.

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