Post by MikDaTv on Jan 19, 2011 19:29:33 GMT -5
Name: Jerry (Birth name is Nigel Roder)
Species: Human (Ilium sub-species)
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 165 Lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Jerry is a anarchist of the most pure form. He despises any form of civilization and believes all people should live by the rule of the jungle. Everyone should look out for themselves. Things like family, friendships, business deals, should only be maintained if they benefit you. People who don’t benefit you should be removed from your path.
He is kind, friendly and rather personable towards the people he likes. He’ll still kill them on the spot because that’s just the way chaos is, but it won’t stop him from liking you or remembering you fondly after he murders you.
To people he doesn’t like are the aim of the festering hatred that plagues his mind. He injures, tortures, rapes and kills people he doesn’t like. The smallest infractions will set him off on you. Things like cutting in front of him in line, or farting in an elevator with him are cause for him to remember you, hunt you down and kill you in horrible ways.
Jerry believes in spreading chaos wherever he goes, big and small. Wether it be the little things that slowly nibble away at the foundations of civilized life like scrawling hate filled words on a bathroom stall or big things like putting a bomb on a bus full of nuns and driving it into a shopping mall full of children. Chaos is the natural way of life. Governments, big business, family, all these things get in the way of true living and should only be maintained if they serve some kind of benefit to you personally. If they do not then you should shed them like some kind of cocoon to live your true life.
Strength: 50
Reflexes: 50
Speed: 75
Intelligence: 90
Unarmed Combat: 80
Ranged Weapons: 40
Melee Weapons: 75 (Knives only)
Mechanical Skill: 70
Tech Skill: 70
Alignment: Jerry lives his life according to the law of the jungle.
Bio: Jerry was born under the name Nigel Roder. His father left Nigel and his mother not long after Nigel was born and he has no memory of his father. Nigel’s mother always told him that his father was a brilliant doctor and that Nigel had some of that brilliance in him too.
Indeed, Nigel was quite intelligent. He passed his school classes with flying colors but was always considered something of a loner to the other kids and teachers. He was fascinated by government and politics spending much of his free time studying the governments and religions of other worlds. During high school he took as many government courses as he could. Civics class, economics, world history were some of his favorite subjects.
His mind began to change however during a field trip to the his local city hall. The kids were allowed to sit in on a city council meeting to experience what running an entire city was like. During that meeting, Daanan terrorists invaded the city hall, killed the mayor and held the council, and children, hostage.
This was the point that cause Nigel to begin seeing how chaos worked. How even huge governments and religions could be disrupted or even brought down by a single man with a big enough bomb. The terrorist act ended as violently as it had begun. Police stormed the city hall and killed the terrorists, but not before the terrorists killed 4 of 13 city council members right in front of the children. Nigel understood that this was just the universe’s way of trying to revert to its natural and basic form, complete and utter anarchy. Every man for himself. Look out for #1 and only #1. Nigel realized that everything he had learned, everything he had studied was for naught. All of it was BS invented by people to make themselves feel safe and it made him angry that he was the only one who could see that.
Nigel’s first kill was a fellow student of his. The two of them were at a party and had been sent to the store by the others at the party to get more alcohol. Neither Nigel or his friend had any money so they decided to shoplift the alcohol and were promptly caught. The shop owner called the police and Nigel’s friend spilled the beans about everything, blaming Nigel for the whole ordeal. Nigel bashed his friend over the head with the bottle, giving him a severe concussion. The rage in Nigel boiled over and it took both the shop owner and the police officer to restrain him from further injuring the other kid.
The kid went to the hospital and Nigel spent the night in jail. Nigel’s mother blamed the incident on the alcohol and PTSD. Nigel decided to go with it since it got him out of jail. He did his time in therapy, performed his community service and at the first change he got went to the hospital to visit the friend he had so viciously attacked. We walked into the room, apologized for striking him over the head and then proceed to inject an air bubble into his blood using a dirty syringe he had found on the street. The kid died minutes later after Nigel had left the hospital and removed the page of the guest log with his name on it. Security camera footage would show a man entering the kids room and leaving it but it didn’t look like Nigel. He was wearing a disguise and never looked towards any of the cameras.
After the funeral for the kid, Nigel went to the grave site and dug about a foot into the ground, right above the kids coffin and placed the syringe along with a bottle of liquor. The same kind of liquor they had tried to steal that night. The kids name was Jerry Lew’us and was quite possibly the last person Nigel ever considered a true friend.
Nigel was eventually pronounced officially rehabilitated by his therapist and returned to his normal life. His mother was quite rich so he never wanted for anything. It also gave him access to all kinds of things normal kids had to really work for. He had his own speeder the day he got his driver’s license. He celebrated by staking out his driving instructors house and killing her in a hit and run with his new speeder. She had almost failed him on the written test and that made Nigel angry.
Nigels grades started to slip as he understood just how futile things like school were. They taught kids in a structured, organized environment about how to live in a world full of structured, organized environments. Nigel knew the truth though. He knew chaos was the king and wanted to get back on its thrown. He fantasized about burning his school to the ground every day. He never actually did burn his school to the ground be he settled for setting one of his least favorite teachers up in a drug bust. Nigel lock picked his way into the school late one night and went to the contraband locker in the principal’s office and withdrew a significant amount of confiscated drugs from it. He then planted said drugs into said teacher’s office. He even smoked a few joints while he was in there. He was careful to use gloves so he didn’t get fingerprints anywhere and made it a point to be so disruptive in class the next day that the teacher called him into his office for a private scolding so he would have an excuse for any phorensic evidence they might find in the room. He then called in an anonymous tip into the police that one of the teachers at his school was using and quite possibly selling drugs. A quick search uncovered the planted evidence and a full blown investigation of the school was launched. Nigel couldn’t be happier.
He graduated somewhere in the middle of his class and spent a year traveling the planet of Priam before going to college. He during his time abroad, he managed to link up with the same Daanan terrorist group that had attacked his home towns city hall when he was younger. He learned a lot of things from them like bomb construction and how to fire a blaster. He appreciated everything he learned from them but he knew that what they were fighting for was just another government. So he destroyed them. Late one night, he stabbed their leader to death and blew up their hideout using the same bombs they taught him to build. Their senior leadership died, their hub of communication with their cells in the field was destroyed. Their organization crumbled in that instant. The fury of chaos stripped away their structured little organization in a single fiery blast.
As he traveled, he began to develop a hatred for his own name. Increasingly over the weeks, he would introduce himself to strangers as Jerry, using his birth name only for legal documents. When he returned home he told his mother to call him Jerry and she accepted the new nickname. The only person who didn’t call him Jerry was his Aunt, who continuously referred to him as Nigel. He developed a hatred for her but suppressed it. He swore to himself one day she would die at his hand in the most painful way he could imagine.
Nigel went to college and majored in psychology. The study of the mind and all its secretes. He was fascinated by how the brain worked. He took this time to train as a paramedic as well. He earned a small living for himself as an ambulance driver, a job that brought him in close contact with both police and criminals on something of a regular basis. It also put him in a position to subtly find ways of killing people rather easily. Make it to the hospital a little late here, inject a little too much drug there. He also found he was exceptionally good at saving lives as well which he did quite often too in order to build up a good reputation for himself.
When he graduated, he quit his job and went back home to live with his rich mother. She was all too happy to have a man in the house. He was all too happy to smash her face in with a fireplace poker, rape her and frame a junkie for the crime. She died a horrible death and Jimmy inherited her fortune. He legally changed his name to Jimmy, sold his family house and bought himself a nice little home in the suburbs. Realizing that eventually someone might become suspicious, Jimmy rented out a small apartment in the city in the worst neighborhood he could find. No one would bat an eye at strange things happening in an apartment in the slums. Suspicion might be raised if a home in the suburbs started smelling like chemicals though. Jimmy used the apartment as a base of operations for his random acts of chaos.
He’s been directly involved in a city bus explosion which killed nine people, several hit and runs, mutilated corpses of stray pets being left on the doorstep of their owners, a homeless man being staked up to the side of a building, the outrage of hundreds of people who read racist, bigoted, and hateful notes found in their mailboxes and hundreds if not thousands of acts of vandalism. He enjoys spreading chaos both large and small but he’s always looking for that next big thing. That one big push that will send civilization tumbling down that steep slope into total anarchy.
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Species: Human (Ilium sub-species)
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 165 Lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Jerry is a anarchist of the most pure form. He despises any form of civilization and believes all people should live by the rule of the jungle. Everyone should look out for themselves. Things like family, friendships, business deals, should only be maintained if they benefit you. People who don’t benefit you should be removed from your path.
He is kind, friendly and rather personable towards the people he likes. He’ll still kill them on the spot because that’s just the way chaos is, but it won’t stop him from liking you or remembering you fondly after he murders you.
To people he doesn’t like are the aim of the festering hatred that plagues his mind. He injures, tortures, rapes and kills people he doesn’t like. The smallest infractions will set him off on you. Things like cutting in front of him in line, or farting in an elevator with him are cause for him to remember you, hunt you down and kill you in horrible ways.
Jerry believes in spreading chaos wherever he goes, big and small. Wether it be the little things that slowly nibble away at the foundations of civilized life like scrawling hate filled words on a bathroom stall or big things like putting a bomb on a bus full of nuns and driving it into a shopping mall full of children. Chaos is the natural way of life. Governments, big business, family, all these things get in the way of true living and should only be maintained if they serve some kind of benefit to you personally. If they do not then you should shed them like some kind of cocoon to live your true life.
Strength: 50
Reflexes: 50
Speed: 75
Intelligence: 90
Unarmed Combat: 80
Ranged Weapons: 40
Melee Weapons: 75 (Knives only)
Mechanical Skill: 70
Tech Skill: 70
Alignment: Jerry lives his life according to the law of the jungle.
Bio: Jerry was born under the name Nigel Roder. His father left Nigel and his mother not long after Nigel was born and he has no memory of his father. Nigel’s mother always told him that his father was a brilliant doctor and that Nigel had some of that brilliance in him too.
Indeed, Nigel was quite intelligent. He passed his school classes with flying colors but was always considered something of a loner to the other kids and teachers. He was fascinated by government and politics spending much of his free time studying the governments and religions of other worlds. During high school he took as many government courses as he could. Civics class, economics, world history were some of his favorite subjects.
His mind began to change however during a field trip to the his local city hall. The kids were allowed to sit in on a city council meeting to experience what running an entire city was like. During that meeting, Daanan terrorists invaded the city hall, killed the mayor and held the council, and children, hostage.
This was the point that cause Nigel to begin seeing how chaos worked. How even huge governments and religions could be disrupted or even brought down by a single man with a big enough bomb. The terrorist act ended as violently as it had begun. Police stormed the city hall and killed the terrorists, but not before the terrorists killed 4 of 13 city council members right in front of the children. Nigel understood that this was just the universe’s way of trying to revert to its natural and basic form, complete and utter anarchy. Every man for himself. Look out for #1 and only #1. Nigel realized that everything he had learned, everything he had studied was for naught. All of it was BS invented by people to make themselves feel safe and it made him angry that he was the only one who could see that.
Nigel’s first kill was a fellow student of his. The two of them were at a party and had been sent to the store by the others at the party to get more alcohol. Neither Nigel or his friend had any money so they decided to shoplift the alcohol and were promptly caught. The shop owner called the police and Nigel’s friend spilled the beans about everything, blaming Nigel for the whole ordeal. Nigel bashed his friend over the head with the bottle, giving him a severe concussion. The rage in Nigel boiled over and it took both the shop owner and the police officer to restrain him from further injuring the other kid.
The kid went to the hospital and Nigel spent the night in jail. Nigel’s mother blamed the incident on the alcohol and PTSD. Nigel decided to go with it since it got him out of jail. He did his time in therapy, performed his community service and at the first change he got went to the hospital to visit the friend he had so viciously attacked. We walked into the room, apologized for striking him over the head and then proceed to inject an air bubble into his blood using a dirty syringe he had found on the street. The kid died minutes later after Nigel had left the hospital and removed the page of the guest log with his name on it. Security camera footage would show a man entering the kids room and leaving it but it didn’t look like Nigel. He was wearing a disguise and never looked towards any of the cameras.
After the funeral for the kid, Nigel went to the grave site and dug about a foot into the ground, right above the kids coffin and placed the syringe along with a bottle of liquor. The same kind of liquor they had tried to steal that night. The kids name was Jerry Lew’us and was quite possibly the last person Nigel ever considered a true friend.
Nigel was eventually pronounced officially rehabilitated by his therapist and returned to his normal life. His mother was quite rich so he never wanted for anything. It also gave him access to all kinds of things normal kids had to really work for. He had his own speeder the day he got his driver’s license. He celebrated by staking out his driving instructors house and killing her in a hit and run with his new speeder. She had almost failed him on the written test and that made Nigel angry.
Nigels grades started to slip as he understood just how futile things like school were. They taught kids in a structured, organized environment about how to live in a world full of structured, organized environments. Nigel knew the truth though. He knew chaos was the king and wanted to get back on its thrown. He fantasized about burning his school to the ground every day. He never actually did burn his school to the ground be he settled for setting one of his least favorite teachers up in a drug bust. Nigel lock picked his way into the school late one night and went to the contraband locker in the principal’s office and withdrew a significant amount of confiscated drugs from it. He then planted said drugs into said teacher’s office. He even smoked a few joints while he was in there. He was careful to use gloves so he didn’t get fingerprints anywhere and made it a point to be so disruptive in class the next day that the teacher called him into his office for a private scolding so he would have an excuse for any phorensic evidence they might find in the room. He then called in an anonymous tip into the police that one of the teachers at his school was using and quite possibly selling drugs. A quick search uncovered the planted evidence and a full blown investigation of the school was launched. Nigel couldn’t be happier.
He graduated somewhere in the middle of his class and spent a year traveling the planet of Priam before going to college. He during his time abroad, he managed to link up with the same Daanan terrorist group that had attacked his home towns city hall when he was younger. He learned a lot of things from them like bomb construction and how to fire a blaster. He appreciated everything he learned from them but he knew that what they were fighting for was just another government. So he destroyed them. Late one night, he stabbed their leader to death and blew up their hideout using the same bombs they taught him to build. Their senior leadership died, their hub of communication with their cells in the field was destroyed. Their organization crumbled in that instant. The fury of chaos stripped away their structured little organization in a single fiery blast.
As he traveled, he began to develop a hatred for his own name. Increasingly over the weeks, he would introduce himself to strangers as Jerry, using his birth name only for legal documents. When he returned home he told his mother to call him Jerry and she accepted the new nickname. The only person who didn’t call him Jerry was his Aunt, who continuously referred to him as Nigel. He developed a hatred for her but suppressed it. He swore to himself one day she would die at his hand in the most painful way he could imagine.
Nigel went to college and majored in psychology. The study of the mind and all its secretes. He was fascinated by how the brain worked. He took this time to train as a paramedic as well. He earned a small living for himself as an ambulance driver, a job that brought him in close contact with both police and criminals on something of a regular basis. It also put him in a position to subtly find ways of killing people rather easily. Make it to the hospital a little late here, inject a little too much drug there. He also found he was exceptionally good at saving lives as well which he did quite often too in order to build up a good reputation for himself.
When he graduated, he quit his job and went back home to live with his rich mother. She was all too happy to have a man in the house. He was all too happy to smash her face in with a fireplace poker, rape her and frame a junkie for the crime. She died a horrible death and Jimmy inherited her fortune. He legally changed his name to Jimmy, sold his family house and bought himself a nice little home in the suburbs. Realizing that eventually someone might become suspicious, Jimmy rented out a small apartment in the city in the worst neighborhood he could find. No one would bat an eye at strange things happening in an apartment in the slums. Suspicion might be raised if a home in the suburbs started smelling like chemicals though. Jimmy used the apartment as a base of operations for his random acts of chaos.
He’s been directly involved in a city bus explosion which killed nine people, several hit and runs, mutilated corpses of stray pets being left on the doorstep of their owners, a homeless man being staked up to the side of a building, the outrage of hundreds of people who read racist, bigoted, and hateful notes found in their mailboxes and hundreds if not thousands of acts of vandalism. He enjoys spreading chaos both large and small but he’s always looking for that next big thing. That one big push that will send civilization tumbling down that steep slope into total anarchy.
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