Lumberjack

Hello! I joined several months ago and worked on two characters, but I moved over the summer shortly after and am just now reestablishing permanent Internet, so I would like to start over again. So if an admin could get rid of my older threads, since I'm not sure how, I would appreciate it, thanks! (They are below)

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Also, it's been a while since I RP'd, so feel free to tell me what I need to improve please!

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Real Name: Jack Cutter
Renegade Name: Lumberjack
Title: -
Alignment: Renegade
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Race: Canadian
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'02"
Weight: 245 lbs.

Costume Description/Image: Having lived in the frigid North, Lumberjack's costume consists of thick, grey, wolf fur coat. On his bottom, he wears a pair of thick fur pants, held up by dusty brown leather suspenders. Under his coat, he wears a long sleeve plaid shirt, over a plain white undershirt. He also wears heavy winter boots, wears his hair and beard long, and carries around a variety of axes, hatchets, and maces on his body.

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Personality: Though for the most part he is quiet, Jack is a very outward and opinionated man, and constantly gets into heated debates and arguments, and occasionally fights. For this reason, it is difficult to work with him, but if one can get close to him, he will be a very protective, if gruff, mentor.

When it comes to his motives, he is driven by the death of his 4 year old daughter, and feels that crime, no matter what, is inexcusable, and he tracks down any wrongdoers he can. Though not extremely gifted with superpowers, he still feels like it is his job as Lumberjack to destroy criminal scum.

Whenever someone questions him, Jack's usual response is anger or violence, sometimes both. Not the most social of people, Jack is also an alcoholic, and enjoys the thrill of fighting. He doesn't follow any code of law to determine right or wrong, he merely trusts his gut on matters, assaulting any force that opposes him, whether it be gangsters, the milita, the Navy, or Interpol. Whenever he is asked about his anger issues, he replies that his kindness died with his daughter, though he occasionally shows a soft side.


History: Jack Cutter was born in a log cabin in the heart of Canada, where his mother and father nurtured him through his childhood until his mother died of pneumonia when he was 12. Though his mother had died, his father reassured him this was the way of the world, and that life would still go on. Jack kept these words with him for the rest of his childhood, even when his father was taken away to jail for poaching.

After he had raised himself for about a year, Jack went and lived in the city, where he met a wonderful girl, Catherine. He fell in love with her immediately, and it wasn't long before they were going out. They moved back to the cabin where they lived for several years before Catherine was pregnant. They were both overjoyed at the news, and when baby Clementine was born, Jack had never been happier.

For four years, the two of them raised Clementine with love and care. However, one day, Jack returned from his job as a lumberjack to find Catherine with the charred corpse of Clementine in her arms, tears streaming from her eyes. She kept sobbing 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I looked away for one second, and then... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...'

At first, Jack was frozen, not knowing what to do, before he was struck by a monumental fit of rage. He ripped the hatchet out of its place above the mantle and swung it towards her madly, as she quickly jumped out of the way. His face was bright red with rage as he kept swinging the axe at her, until he finally made contact with her brutally. He sat there for hours, crying over the bodies of the two people he loved.

Later that evening, Jack held a one-man funeral for both of them, burying them behind the cabin and marking their graves. He knew then he had to repay the world for the terrible acts he had done, and decided he would make his own law, to prevent people from harming others. Thus, he packed his stuff and left for the road.

Powers:
Though Lumberjack has no superhuman abilities, his physical abilities are definitely superhuman. He is also an expert at combat with axes and other blunt weapons.

Power Grid:
STR: 4
SPD: 3
END: 5
INT: 2
EP: 0
FS: 6

Power Grid colours: Grey stats against brown background.

Character Image/Description: Jack is a rugged, grizzly mountain man, and looks just like one would think. He is very bulky in a muscular way, he is tall, commanding, sports a gnarled beard, and dresses like he is in a constant winter. His skin is tan, though from the frigid cold, not the sun, and he has a constant disgruntled anger on his face.

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Roleplay Sample:
Jack stared down the dimly lit streets of Detroit, Michigan, where his travels had taken him. Though it was a cold night, he had replaced his usual fur coat with a brown trench coat, and was currently armed with a hatchet on both hips, a bearded ax on his back, and various maces under the jacket.

He knew that there were crooks and criminals patrolling these streets, and it was his job to take care of them. He walked down the pavement road, listening for any sounds that could clue him in. "Come out, you pieces of trash," he muttered under his breath.

From one of the nearby alleys, he heard scuffling of many feet, and then a woman gasp, and then screen. Jack sprinted towards the sound, grabbing the hatchets from his hips. As he approached the alley, he dove forward, rolling along into the space. He stood up with both weapons out and looked up.

Two men were currently restraining a woman, while two others were guarding with machine guns as the last was rifling through her purse. They looked up and released the lady, bringing their weapons up to attack him. As they fired at him, Jack jumped against the wall, rolling through the air over the bullets. He launched one of the hatchets at the skull of an assailant, splitting it and instantly killing him.

Jack landed, and took a few bullets in the arm. It hurt, but Jack thought little of it as he ran the other machine gunner against the wall, paralyzing him, and following that up by snapping his neck. The two holding the woman now had knives pulled out, and the third had a pistol. Jack slammed the other hatchet into the wrist of one of the knife holders, disarming him and giving Jack the opportunity to use the wounded crook's body as a battering ram.

He threw the man towards the other blade wielder, knocking them both to the ground. He felt a piercing pain in his shoulder, and thought to him how annoying these people were. He wheeled around and pulled the bearded ax from his back, ramming the remaining mugger with the shaft of the ax. He shoved the blade into the attacker's chest, causing him to gasp uncontrollably. He yanked it out, leaving him in a crumpled heap on the ground.

The woman stood there, gawking at what had just unfolded before her. She was unable to scream, cry, or say anything. Jack picked her purse from the blood-soaked concrete and handed it to the lady gruffly, looking at the mess he had left. As the woman ran away panicky, he pulled a garbage can up, placing the bodies in it. He began walking down the street again, prepared for the next encounter he might have.

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