Post by Grave Robber on Sept 6, 2011 19:55:35 GMT -5
Let The Monster Rise...
Name: Jackson Chasseur
Alias: The Repo! Man
Age: 39
Come Up And Try My New Parts
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 175
(extra weight due to artificial parts)
Organ Replacement(s)/Surgery(s):
1 Liver, 2 eyes, entire left arm
1 Esophagus, 1 stomach, 2 Kidneys
Basic Appearance:
Aside from the brown eyed, ebon haired, bounteously beautiful face, he has a tattoo of a circuit board that start at the left arms and travels across his upper back down to the right arm.
My Greatest Face
Face Claim: Nicholas Brendon
Everyone's A Composer
Personality: Jackson comes off to be a polite, amenable, germaphobic, considerate, quiet person but when it comes to his job, the man can really get under your skin. (If you know what I mean.)
Enemies: Shilo Wallace, Grave Robber
Allies: Largo Family
Career: GeneCo Surgeon/Repo Man
History: Jackson had lived his whole life with small phobia's such as drowning in the shallow end of the pool, or the house collapsing on top of him in his sleep, but the most dominating fear was organ failure. It was so bad he dedicated his young life to becoming a surgeon. (He even played surgeon at home with plenty of more than unwilling patiences until he was licensed.)
He proved himself an expert in the medical field and was hired as one of GenCo.'s Cosmetic Surgeon's by the time he was 30. Of cores, after a short time the job took a turn in the opposite direction, being promoted to a Repo! Man. Not that he was complaining, it was a more interesting routine than Changing Iris' colors and face transplants. It paid better, too. Enough for him to get carried away and have 7 unnecessary organ replacements plus a robotic arm to top it off. And to think, with out the consequences of a having them repossessed (yet).
Sample Post
"Somebody help me!" a young girl in thigh high fishnets shrieked running for her life in 9 inch heels.
Nothing but dead silence and a constant flickering streetlight was the answer she was given.
"God! Please somebody!" She cried again out of breath. She must of been running from shadows and whispers for the past three hours. But it wasn't cheap drugs or sheer insanity that kept her paranoid. It was the final notice for her payments. Tonight a repo! man was scheduled to come and repossess the rightful property of GeneCo.
What was she to do? The poor girl was addicted to the knife. Had she of cast away her social status as a beauty queen maybe she wouldn't have ended up vomiting from exhaustion running from her imagination. The girl's mind had grown wary. All that came to thought was hiding beside the allies dumpster and cry herself to sleep.
Pleasant dreams of the family she had left behind and the future she had forgotten came to her sleep one last time before being awaken to see her own, excuse me, GeneCo.'s own heart.
The dark leather suit and glowing eyes of a business man stood over her. Mumbling to himself her entire list of cosmetic replacements. He would take a deep slice, fish out the hot property and put each into their own plastic baggies while, casually letting the girl bleed out before death. All of it done with haste, after all she wasn't his only client. He had a whole list to go down.
By the time blood ran to the gutters the repo! man was gone without a trace.
The only grieving done was a sarcastic notion by a grave robber who had just finished a dirt nap in the dumpster.
Name: Jackson Chasseur
Alias: The Repo! Man
Age: 39
Come Up And Try My New Parts
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 175
(extra weight due to artificial parts)
Organ Replacement(s)/Surgery(s):
1 Liver, 2 eyes, entire left arm
1 Esophagus, 1 stomach, 2 Kidneys
Basic Appearance:
Aside from the brown eyed, ebon haired, bounteously beautiful face, he has a tattoo of a circuit board that start at the left arms and travels across his upper back down to the right arm.
My Greatest Face
Face Claim: Nicholas Brendon
Everyone's A Composer
Personality: Jackson comes off to be a polite, amenable, germaphobic, considerate, quiet person but when it comes to his job, the man can really get under your skin. (If you know what I mean.)
Enemies: Shilo Wallace, Grave Robber
Allies: Largo Family
Career: GeneCo Surgeon/Repo Man
History: Jackson had lived his whole life with small phobia's such as drowning in the shallow end of the pool, or the house collapsing on top of him in his sleep, but the most dominating fear was organ failure. It was so bad he dedicated his young life to becoming a surgeon. (He even played surgeon at home with plenty of more than unwilling patiences until he was licensed.)
He proved himself an expert in the medical field and was hired as one of GenCo.'s Cosmetic Surgeon's by the time he was 30. Of cores, after a short time the job took a turn in the opposite direction, being promoted to a Repo! Man. Not that he was complaining, it was a more interesting routine than Changing Iris' colors and face transplants. It paid better, too. Enough for him to get carried away and have 7 unnecessary organ replacements plus a robotic arm to top it off. And to think, with out the consequences of a having them repossessed (yet).
Sample Post
"Somebody help me!" a young girl in thigh high fishnets shrieked running for her life in 9 inch heels.
Nothing but dead silence and a constant flickering streetlight was the answer she was given.
"God! Please somebody!" She cried again out of breath. She must of been running from shadows and whispers for the past three hours. But it wasn't cheap drugs or sheer insanity that kept her paranoid. It was the final notice for her payments. Tonight a repo! man was scheduled to come and repossess the rightful property of GeneCo.
What was she to do? The poor girl was addicted to the knife. Had she of cast away her social status as a beauty queen maybe she wouldn't have ended up vomiting from exhaustion running from her imagination. The girl's mind had grown wary. All that came to thought was hiding beside the allies dumpster and cry herself to sleep.
Pleasant dreams of the family she had left behind and the future she had forgotten came to her sleep one last time before being awaken to see her own, excuse me, GeneCo.'s own heart.
The dark leather suit and glowing eyes of a business man stood over her. Mumbling to himself her entire list of cosmetic replacements. He would take a deep slice, fish out the hot property and put each into their own plastic baggies while, casually letting the girl bleed out before death. All of it done with haste, after all she wasn't his only client. He had a whole list to go down.
By the time blood ran to the gutters the repo! man was gone without a trace.
The only grieving done was a sarcastic notion by a grave robber who had just finished a dirt nap in the dumpster.
Awesome character!!!
