Player
Name: Ryio
Livejournal Username: no_not_rly
E-mail: srscardgames@hotmail.com (switched them in Mary’s contact info)
AIM/MSN: srscardgames AIM / srscardgames@hotmail.com MSN
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: Mary Sunderland
Character
Name: Spades Slick / Jack Noir
Series: Homestuck
Timeline: Just after SnOwman took off Slicks arm
Canon Resource Links:
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=003054 The intermission segment.
Affiliation: Team Rocket Grunt
Personality: Slick is a guy who tends to be brash when it comes to what he does. A 'Stab first ask questions later' kind of dude if you will, to him its a way of life. Being the leader of a mafia called 'The Midnight Crew' he has a lot of violent tendencies that (for the most part) go right where he intends for them to go; Though when it backfires he's usually in a world of hurt, Literally. On top if his brash and violent nature, he's loud and obnoxious.
Slick has a very short fuse, the smallest little thing will set him off and leave him fuming for hours. Because of this he is rarely in a good mood, if ever at all. Slick is the kind of guy who puts definition to the phrase 'I hate everything'. He's usually talking with a raised voice or out right screaming, (complete with constant foul language!) because of his hot temper and the fact that he just never wants to be happy.
Even still, Slick isn't 'evil'. Or at least, not in his view of things. He believes that 'Evil' in and of itself is just a Point of View from others. Because, lets face it, everyone has a different mind set. Some people say he's evil, other people say he's crazy. Or people who know him just say he's just being himself because he's doing what he feels is right, or at least, right enough. (No one knocks over my favorite casino and gets away with it!)
He treats those he knows different from those he doesn't, strangers he could care less about, they're just more bodies that are going to get in the crossfire if they don't move. However, when his Crew is involved he treats them as he would friends, as well as underlings. His friendship with them is more than a little violent at times, they often get into fist fights or start yelling at each other, usually without much prompting at all from any of them, but they also have slow days and will get drunk and joke around, Slick is terrible at throwing one liners and making puns. His team loves to point out this fact.
But when they're working as a team they work well together, and give each other back up when needed. Still Spades is their leader, and they all respect him while being his rowdy group of drinking buddies and teammates.
When just meeting people, he approaches with his usual violence and, well, nothing says 'hello' like a stab wound to the gut am I right? Well. Karkat would know about that really, since he was the one that experienced it first hand. Now that his knives are being taken away, he's going to have to find other means of greeting people, much to his displeasure.
Despite all of that, Slick does have a 'soft' side, something he will always deny in any way, shape, or form. He plays a mean piano, the music comes naturally to him and he's usually the most content when he has some time to himself and a Piano. Of course since becoming an amputee (his left arm), it's been sort of a moot skill now. He also has a hidden love for dogs, though if someone brought up the topic you can expect for him to violently deny this fact.
Other then Piano, he's good at entertaining himself, when no one is looking he plays little games of pretend or just goofs around doing his own thing. The only person that saw him horsing around in the past was SnOwman.
Slick forever hates himself for allowing her to spot him so easily and he's never lived it down.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Leadership: Slick is the leader of a small band of thugs called 'The Midnight Crew', though he can be a huge idiot at times he knows how to coordinate plans and make them happen, keeping communication and giving back up when needed. He's also on the same page as everyone in his group, though sometimes it causes in-fighting, he still has a great deal of respect from his teammates who have followed him for longer then they probably care to admit and has their undying loyalty.
Ruthless: When one of his teammates are in a jam or if he's doing a hostage interrogation Slick is what one would call 'The Bad Cop'. He wastes no time handing out the pain that's coming to them, if they deserved it or not doesn't really matter to him. He'll go straight for the kill if he has too, and it's not always quick and painless. It's also what makes people stay out of his way, especially when one can tell he's in a horrible mood.
Efficient: Slick doesn't like to linger around and do a bunch of needless little things while trying to do a job. He waits for the right moment to move in for the kill/get the task done and be gone. When Slick wants things done, he wants it done fast and without any complicated side jobs or distractions. If things drag on then you can bet he's going to be one unhappy leader, and after job hours will be hell for his team.
Focused: Knocking over banks, killing enemy gang members, playing cards at casinos. When Slick has his mind set on something he will keep it set until he feels the job is done or the game is over. This is another trait that makes him a great leader, keeping the rest of the team focused on what they need to do as well as himself helps in the long run. As in the end, such a useful strength usually keeps him and his team alive and ready for the next job.
Dependable: When the going gets rough, Slick isn't one to turn away from the situation like a coward, it's not his style, not even within the same zip code of his goals or what he feels is right. He's always there for his team, when things get sour he wants to be right there in the middle of it, like a soldier on the battle field. Slick delivers the deadliest of blows when in the hot seat, and with his team mates backing him up, he's unstoppable.
High Pain Tolerance: It basically defines itself. Slick has a high tolerance for pain. There's a little story that goes along with the fact that he's missing an eye. SnOwman, his girlfriend arch nemesis caught him off guard one day and as she approached him, being the she-witch she is, told him to hold still. When he looked up confused, she took her cigarette holder and jammed it into his eye. Rather then freaking out like most people, he kept his cool, (though he was incredibly enraged), and once she was gone, ripped the item of his loss of sight out of his skull without flinching.
Weaknesses:
Hot-tempered: As probably stated a hundred times, Slick is the most foul tempered, sailor mouthed, angry, and just over all never in a good mood guy. This causes him to have a clouded mind in a lot of cases and can set off in-fighting, especially with Diamonds Droog, who is pretty much his equal. He almost literally 'hates everything' and sets off at the littlest things due to his short fuse. If you see him fuming: don't go near him. He can and will explode.
Unfriendly: Other then his members of his team, whom he will tolerate and maybe sometimes act civil too. Slick is a huge douche bag, he hates everyone by default and will say something rude and snarly the moment you meet him, even if it's something like 'What are you looking at?' he will say it in the worst way possible. He partly cannot make friends because of this, the other part is that he's just terrifying. His language is foul and unwelcome as the rest of him, and a lot of the time even his own team wants to shoot him in the foot because of it.
Violent Tendencies: Being that Slick is a mobster he has a lot of rage triggered violence. A wrong word, a wrong move, and you're likely to get punched or beaten with something. Or if he's feeling generous, will let his underlings beat up the object of his frustration and he'll finish them off. It's not just him though, which is the sad part really. It's usually a good idea to avoid Slick altogether.
Ignorant: It's not that he's stupid, he's smart about a lot of things actually. But he doesn't educate himself well in some things and just goes with the flow for the most part. Usually that ends up in a stalemate or being outsmarted, thus sending him into a fit of rage. He also gets a little sidetracked sometimes, stopping what he's doing to entertain himself when he feels the need, but usually gets back on track pretty quickly.
Sad Drunk: It doesn't sound like a weakness but it's really the only thing that reveals any of his feelings deep down, that he has a cripplingly low self esteem, how he really feels about SnOwman, and ends up having an embarrassing cry that usually only Droog remembers. He hates it when it happens, but he likes to drink, especially when it comes to self pity, usually the emotional bit comes after he's had a bar fight, which also ends up with him getting a busted lip or worse. It's a nasty habit that he can't break.
Amputee: Slick lost his left arm to his girlfriend the huge bitch SnOwman. She had decided to retrieve her cigarette holder (which actually doubles as a lance) and Slick was pretty determined to hang on to it to spite her. He can't kill her, no one can. (If she dies the universe is destroyed.) This gave her the upper hand, using one of her back up weapons, a whip, she managed to get it wrapped around his left arm, and tore it clean off, thus reclaiming her cigarette holder and leaving Slick with a pretty bad flesh wound, he walked that off like he did his eye some how.
Pokemon
Starter: Houndour Nicknamed 'Copone'. Has a smart personality, knows a lot better then his trainer most of, if not all of, the time.
Password: Deviled Eggs
Samples
(Please note that both samples must take place in Route_29’s setting.)
First Person Sample: [The room he was in was small. Not that it was much significance to where he just was really, aside from the fact that it was brighter in here. He hardly doubted this was SnOwman's doing...wait. SnOwman!]
That bitch! She took my arm!
[The wound was a lot less bloody then he recalled however, the stump looked...well a lot less like it was a fresh wound and more like he'd had it for several...years maybe? That was bizarre.]
What the hell?
[Hell with it, the less blood he lost the better! He took in his surroundings finding a note on the desk in his room, making his way over he snatched it up with his remaining hand and read it over. Immediately after reading it, he crushed it in his fingers.]
Oh like /hell/ they're going to call me a 'grunt' and get away with it!
[...Where was his walkie talkie? Spotting the communicator next to it, he fiddled with the buttons.]
Droog! Boxcars! Deuce! Where the fuck are you guys?!
[Oh...now he remembered, the explosion...they were dead weren't they!? He made to smash the communicator into the desk but couldn't find the energy to do so.]
DAMMIT!
Third Person Sample: When he got back that bitch SnOwman was going to get what was coming to her! He didn't even care if the universe was annihilated in the process, he was going to kill her once he got a hold of her. It was hard enough walking around with one eye, she had to go and take his arm too!? Slick sighed trying to calm down, though it was nearly impossible considering the circumstances right now. He didn't know where he was, or why, and he was given what looked like a happy sack full of objects with mass amounts of useless plastered all over them!
Not only that, but he didn't have his black carapace anymore and he felt...squishy. It was kind of disgusting, the way the feeling of it depressed when he pushed on his...skin? Gross.
What the fuck was wrong with this place? Slick really wasn't one to lament like this, at all, and he hated it, but he was confused on top of being angry! It was a good mixture for all out rage. Slick felt something jump on him from behind and shove him from behind. Unbalanced as he was, still getting used to his arm being gone, he fell straight over onto the floor with a grunt of surprise.
"What the hell!?" he turned around and was face to face with...
A dog.
Slick took this in for a few moments, his thoughts being more along the lines of 'That is a great dog' before scowling. This was no time to secretly love dogs, he was too busy being angry and confused dammit! The dog just stood his ground then after a moment, just sat down and gave him a look. This was a really smart dog, Slick would give him that.
"Where the fuck did you come from?! What the hell do you want?!"
The creature just made a growl noise in response and Slick gave him a dry stare. This mutt wasn't even phased, which only served to add to the rage he was already feeling. First his team was blown up, then SnOwman took off his arm, and now some dog (that is great) thinks he's better then him!
"Fuck you dog! I'm not taking your bullshit!" He pulled himself to his feet with the help of his remaining arm and pointed to the creature as if it had done more then just shoved him and growled at him. The dog just continued to look completely un-phased by the others antics. Slick wove his arm in an increasingly angry manner.
"Goddammit, why couldn't I have ran into someone who could talk around here?! Do you have any idea how useful that would be right now mutt?! Do you!?"
But the Houndour (unbeknown by Slick it's species.) just gave a big yawn and laid down curling up like any dog would on the floor, or a masters bed or some shit. Slick thought he felt a vain in his forehead burst.
"You're useless! Fucking. USELESS!"