Post by "Blecky" Gruber on Dec 7, 2009 14:43:57 GMT -5
Name: Beckett "Blecky" Gruber
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 5'5"
Physique: thin
Hair: matted brown hair
Eyes: Gray
Clothing description: worn casual. He always wears a beatup dusty blue flannel overshirt, with various other cheap articles. His pants are usually splotched and muddy and his shoes are months old. He says the holes build character.
Occupation: Syndicate Pusher
Home City: Mercury
Housing location: Grungy apartment in Unincorporated Mercury.
Backstory:
Beckett Gruber, or Blecky as everyone calls him (stated for a purported lack of personal hygeine, although he takes showers much more often than the rumors indicate), is a self-aggrandized failure of "the system." Father left when he was still in the womb, his mother raised him single - except for her random boyfriends that each had histories of drugs, domestic violence, something more creative, or some combination of them. Blecky was a clever kid who never saw any reason to learn about when Theodore Roosevelt slugged Hitler in the face with a big stick, and was one of those cases where teachers would lament the wasted potential. Blecky was also one of those kids who constantly got into fights he couldn't possibly win. He wasn't a very good fighter, and he wasn't very big, but Blecky would always always fight dirty, and most kids steered clear of him because he's often make sure that he hurt the other guy at least as bad as he got hurt - and if he didn't, you'd find him behind you later with a metal pipe, and it wouldn't matter how much bigger you were.
By the time he dropped out of highschool only two years complete (it had taken him 6 years to complete them) he had already managed to put two years into a Juvenile Detention center for several counts of assault, a few cases of breaking and entering, trespassing, theft... and those were only what they could pin on him.
For all his violent tendencies, Blecky is an inherently likeable guy. He has a sense of humor about him and a head for business. As long as you don't push one of his arbitrary buttons, he can be one of the best guys to be around. All this taken together resulted in him being a shoe-in for local syndicate operations. A career dirtbag, Blecky likes being paid to boss people around, break shit, and give the finger to the man all at the same time. Being in the syndicate means that when he's arrested (which is often) he's often back on the streets within the week. He knows most of the beat cops in Mercury by name, at least a few of whom enjoy his occasional visits (although they'd never admit it openly).
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 5'5"
Physique: thin
Hair: matted brown hair
Eyes: Gray
Clothing description: worn casual. He always wears a beatup dusty blue flannel overshirt, with various other cheap articles. His pants are usually splotched and muddy and his shoes are months old. He says the holes build character.
Occupation: Syndicate Pusher
Home City: Mercury
Housing location: Grungy apartment in Unincorporated Mercury.
Backstory:
Beckett Gruber, or Blecky as everyone calls him (stated for a purported lack of personal hygeine, although he takes showers much more often than the rumors indicate), is a self-aggrandized failure of "the system." Father left when he was still in the womb, his mother raised him single - except for her random boyfriends that each had histories of drugs, domestic violence, something more creative, or some combination of them. Blecky was a clever kid who never saw any reason to learn about when Theodore Roosevelt slugged Hitler in the face with a big stick, and was one of those cases where teachers would lament the wasted potential. Blecky was also one of those kids who constantly got into fights he couldn't possibly win. He wasn't a very good fighter, and he wasn't very big, but Blecky would always always fight dirty, and most kids steered clear of him because he's often make sure that he hurt the other guy at least as bad as he got hurt - and if he didn't, you'd find him behind you later with a metal pipe, and it wouldn't matter how much bigger you were.
By the time he dropped out of highschool only two years complete (it had taken him 6 years to complete them) he had already managed to put two years into a Juvenile Detention center for several counts of assault, a few cases of breaking and entering, trespassing, theft... and those were only what they could pin on him.
For all his violent tendencies, Blecky is an inherently likeable guy. He has a sense of humor about him and a head for business. As long as you don't push one of his arbitrary buttons, he can be one of the best guys to be around. All this taken together resulted in him being a shoe-in for local syndicate operations. A career dirtbag, Blecky likes being paid to boss people around, break shit, and give the finger to the man all at the same time. Being in the syndicate means that when he's arrested (which is often) he's often back on the streets within the week. He knows most of the beat cops in Mercury by name, at least a few of whom enjoy his occasional visits (although they'd never admit it openly).