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remade_rebelMun information
Name Hedgehogey
Birth date 07/12/84
Contact taoofcrime@aol.com,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fightingbishie
Other Characters Tadayasu Sawaki (brewsyourface)
Character information
Name Jack Half-a-Prayer
Fandom Perdido Street Station/The Bas Lag novels
Age Unknown. Appears mid thirties
Gender M
Appearance Jack's true appearance is obscured in a haze of his own creation. His natural hair, eye, even skin color are not known, since he certainly disguises himself. What is known are the common factors of all his appearances.
Jack is around 5''8, and of average build, with lithe musculature. There's a grizzled appearanc to him that no disguise can cover up. If he doesn't bother to shave, he very quickly develops a five o clock shadow. There are scars in several places on his body. He favors baggy, concealing clothes such as robes or jumpsuits. This is to help disguise his most distinguishing feature: Starting at mid bicep, Jack's arm is replaced with a large mantis claw. It's big and serrated, capable of doing you harm and shows it. Jack wears a disguising garment, puts the claw in a cast or folds it up and pretends to be an amputee to avoid attracting attention.
Personality Jack is an enigmatic character, but a few things can be surmised about him. He is a driven man, propelled by his sense of justice. He has subsumed the entirety of his self into the persona of Half-a-Prayer the folk hero. Belonging totally to the world, there is little of him left for himself. If he has private thoughts and feelings, he writes them where noone can see.
Background In the old days, Jack was a thug. Like many in the lower city, he ran with a crew, eventually killing his way to a crude leadership. Jack fancied himself a predator, the top of his food chain. His motto was "Don't like it? Survival species, bitch." At the height of his arrogance, his crew decided to rob a well known local priest. The job was botched, however. The cops were tipped off and the monsignor was killed in the attempt. Jack was hauled off to jail, where he was brought before a judge sympathetic to a new GeneCo program: Remaking. The criminal would have a GeneSurgeon recraft their body in a way fitting the punishment. Thus the criminal was punished, the company saved money on prison housing and the 'Remade' served as a living detterent to future criminals. Befitting the person he killed and his own vision of himself as a predator, Jack had his right arm chopped off and replaced with an outsize mantis claw. Sentenced to an additional five years, Jack languished in prison. He was at his lowest ebb when he had his revelation: There was a bigger predator. GeneCo preyed on everyone. They were truly the top of the food chain.
Lying on the floor of that stinking cell, Jack realized he had a choice. He could join GeneCo and work his way up the food chain once again. Or he could reject the whole social system that forced people to prey on each other to survive.
Jack chose the latter, and a new sense of purpose filled him. He gave himself a new last name.
There was a guard at that prison who was dissatisfied with his lot in life. He found it stultifying work, and would often talk with the prisoners to entertain himself. Jack was one of those prisoners. Something clicked in him when he heard Jack talk. One day a keycard went missing, and Jack found himself escaped again, scrambling through alleys, the wounds on his arm not yet crusted over.
He would find his friend again, and from that nucleus, Jack's fReemade gang was born. Jack pursued his old criminal activities ferociously, but this time the riches would find their way into the hands of widows whose husbands had been "repossesed" or orphanages, anyplace people were poor and suffering. Jack quickly attained the status of folk hero. He made powerful allies, including the rogue geneticist Isaac Van Der Grimnebulim and the outcountry savage Yagharek. He also made powerful enemies. Like GeneCo. The manhunt took years, but eventually someone near him was bribed enough to give out his location and jack was brought back in chains. This time there would be no merciful sentence. Jack was nailed to a post in front of GeneCo HQ and systematically tortured for days, kept alive by the skills of their best doctors. On the third day, a man elbowed his way through the crowd, lept onto the platform and stabbed Jack in the heart, then lept off before anyone could react.
That was fifteen years ago.
In the meantime, "Jack" has become a term like "Comrade" among the young and rebellious. And word on the street is that he's back. But who is this new Jack Half-a-Prayer? How is that possible?
Genetics & alterations Right arm replaced with an outsize mantis claw. Originally meant to be merely symbolic, back alley enhancements have turned it into a formidable killing tool, capable of leaving gory wounds. Muscular enhancements concentrated around the legs. These work fine, but pain him when they are not being used.
Samples
First person
Public Post//Untraceable Address:
Once there was a man who believed very much in not owing others. He loved to use the debts of others against them...And he always managed to be in the right place to offer his own brand of help. He especially loved to help young women. After he'd helped them out of their financial difficulties, he would extract what he thought he was owed later.
Well, the Man-t'is has shown him what real debt means. I have carved the names of each one of the girls he took his little "entertainment" from into his skin. He is currently reccuperating in room 101 of city general hospital. If you should happen to visit him, do remind him of how much he owes me for the lesson.
Third person Silent ghosts watched from the rooftop. Their hoods covered their faces and they were wrapped up in the cool night. Down in the alley, the Baron's car was parked, shining amidst the trash. It was a beetle black bentley thing and it looked too plush for its environs.
Jack looked down on it, watching, waiting, patient. His men were positioned on the fire escapes, breathless and still but for their eyes which darted up to him when a door opened.
The Baron was a greasy looking fat man with a prominent widow's peak in a flashy pinstriped suit. He was trailed by two bodyguards, one of which held was holding the arm of a tired looking girl whose hands were cuffed behind her back. This was one of the Baron' debt girls, one that owed the company money. The Baron loved them. They were usually almost completely broken already, so wonderfully submissive...
His men breathed faster, adrenaline flushed, eager to go but Jack signalled to wait with his human hand. Only when he was sure the door in the alley was locked behind him did he signal the attack to begin.
The first of the baron's guards went down choking and sputtering in his own blood under a hail of gunfire from the men in the fire escape. The smell of his bowels unclenching added to the alley's rich mire.
Jack was next down. He lept from the edge. The robe he wore to conceal his mantis claw flew out behind him, revealing the great pincer mechanism. He hit the car roof with a crunch on his boots and dived off it, onto the second guard. They struggled in the muck a few seconds, rolling in the filth, until Jack managed to get his claw over the other man's shoulders and snapped it shut, neatly severing his neck.
From the other side of the car came pops and cursing as the Captain was disarmed with a bullet in the wrist and knee. Jack walked around the other side of the car to observe the terrified "Baron". When he recognized Jack's claw he began to wail and beg.
Jack merely grinned. "Now Baron...we're going to teach you about debt forgiveness."
Name Hedgehogey
Birth date 07/12/84
Contact taoofcrime@aol.com,
fightingbishieOther Characters Tadayasu Sawaki (
brewsyourface)Character information
Name Jack Half-a-Prayer
Fandom Perdido Street Station/The Bas Lag novels
Age Unknown. Appears mid thirties
Gender M
Appearance Jack's true appearance is obscured in a haze of his own creation. His natural hair, eye, even skin color are not known, since he certainly disguises himself. What is known are the common factors of all his appearances.
Jack is around 5''8, and of average build, with lithe musculature. There's a grizzled appearanc to him that no disguise can cover up. If he doesn't bother to shave, he very quickly develops a five o clock shadow. There are scars in several places on his body. He favors baggy, concealing clothes such as robes or jumpsuits. This is to help disguise his most distinguishing feature: Starting at mid bicep, Jack's arm is replaced with a large mantis claw. It's big and serrated, capable of doing you harm and shows it. Jack wears a disguising garment, puts the claw in a cast or folds it up and pretends to be an amputee to avoid attracting attention.
Personality Jack is an enigmatic character, but a few things can be surmised about him. He is a driven man, propelled by his sense of justice. He has subsumed the entirety of his self into the persona of Half-a-Prayer the folk hero. Belonging totally to the world, there is little of him left for himself. If he has private thoughts and feelings, he writes them where noone can see.
Background In the old days, Jack was a thug. Like many in the lower city, he ran with a crew, eventually killing his way to a crude leadership. Jack fancied himself a predator, the top of his food chain. His motto was "Don't like it? Survival species, bitch." At the height of his arrogance, his crew decided to rob a well known local priest. The job was botched, however. The cops were tipped off and the monsignor was killed in the attempt. Jack was hauled off to jail, where he was brought before a judge sympathetic to a new GeneCo program: Remaking. The criminal would have a GeneSurgeon recraft their body in a way fitting the punishment. Thus the criminal was punished, the company saved money on prison housing and the 'Remade' served as a living detterent to future criminals. Befitting the person he killed and his own vision of himself as a predator, Jack had his right arm chopped off and replaced with an outsize mantis claw. Sentenced to an additional five years, Jack languished in prison. He was at his lowest ebb when he had his revelation: There was a bigger predator. GeneCo preyed on everyone. They were truly the top of the food chain.
Lying on the floor of that stinking cell, Jack realized he had a choice. He could join GeneCo and work his way up the food chain once again. Or he could reject the whole social system that forced people to prey on each other to survive.
Jack chose the latter, and a new sense of purpose filled him. He gave himself a new last name.
There was a guard at that prison who was dissatisfied with his lot in life. He found it stultifying work, and would often talk with the prisoners to entertain himself. Jack was one of those prisoners. Something clicked in him when he heard Jack talk. One day a keycard went missing, and Jack found himself escaped again, scrambling through alleys, the wounds on his arm not yet crusted over.
He would find his friend again, and from that nucleus, Jack's fReemade gang was born. Jack pursued his old criminal activities ferociously, but this time the riches would find their way into the hands of widows whose husbands had been "repossesed" or orphanages, anyplace people were poor and suffering. Jack quickly attained the status of folk hero. He made powerful allies, including the rogue geneticist Isaac Van Der Grimnebulim and the outcountry savage Yagharek. He also made powerful enemies. Like GeneCo. The manhunt took years, but eventually someone near him was bribed enough to give out his location and jack was brought back in chains. This time there would be no merciful sentence. Jack was nailed to a post in front of GeneCo HQ and systematically tortured for days, kept alive by the skills of their best doctors. On the third day, a man elbowed his way through the crowd, lept onto the platform and stabbed Jack in the heart, then lept off before anyone could react.
That was fifteen years ago.
In the meantime, "Jack" has become a term like "Comrade" among the young and rebellious. And word on the street is that he's back. But who is this new Jack Half-a-Prayer? How is that possible?
Genetics & alterations Right arm replaced with an outsize mantis claw. Originally meant to be merely symbolic, back alley enhancements have turned it into a formidable killing tool, capable of leaving gory wounds. Muscular enhancements concentrated around the legs. These work fine, but pain him when they are not being used.
Samples
First person
Public Post//Untraceable Address:
Once there was a man who believed very much in not owing others. He loved to use the debts of others against them...And he always managed to be in the right place to offer his own brand of help. He especially loved to help young women. After he'd helped them out of their financial difficulties, he would extract what he thought he was owed later.
Well, the Man-t'is has shown him what real debt means. I have carved the names of each one of the girls he took his little "entertainment" from into his skin. He is currently reccuperating in room 101 of city general hospital. If you should happen to visit him, do remind him of how much he owes me for the lesson.
Third person Silent ghosts watched from the rooftop. Their hoods covered their faces and they were wrapped up in the cool night. Down in the alley, the Baron's car was parked, shining amidst the trash. It was a beetle black bentley thing and it looked too plush for its environs.
Jack looked down on it, watching, waiting, patient. His men were positioned on the fire escapes, breathless and still but for their eyes which darted up to him when a door opened.
The Baron was a greasy looking fat man with a prominent widow's peak in a flashy pinstriped suit. He was trailed by two bodyguards, one of which held was holding the arm of a tired looking girl whose hands were cuffed behind her back. This was one of the Baron' debt girls, one that owed the company money. The Baron loved them. They were usually almost completely broken already, so wonderfully submissive...
His men breathed faster, adrenaline flushed, eager to go but Jack signalled to wait with his human hand. Only when he was sure the door in the alley was locked behind him did he signal the attack to begin.
The first of the baron's guards went down choking and sputtering in his own blood under a hail of gunfire from the men in the fire escape. The smell of his bowels unclenching added to the alley's rich mire.
Jack was next down. He lept from the edge. The robe he wore to conceal his mantis claw flew out behind him, revealing the great pincer mechanism. He hit the car roof with a crunch on his boots and dived off it, onto the second guard. They struggled in the muck a few seconds, rolling in the filth, until Jack managed to get his claw over the other man's shoulders and snapped it shut, neatly severing his neck.
From the other side of the car came pops and cursing as the Captain was disarmed with a bullet in the wrist and knee. Jack walked around the other side of the car to observe the terrified "Baron". When he recognized Jack's claw he began to wail and beg.
Jack merely grinned. "Now Baron...we're going to teach you about debt forgiveness."
