Post by burr on Jun 26, 2015 17:49:45 GMT
Name:
Clutch
Age:
Lost track, somewhere about mid-thirties.
Position:
Formerly a driver. Since the loss of his feet he has returned to repair work.
Height:
At his full height he was 6 feet, 5 inches tall or so, his current prosthetics make him a few inches shorter. Without them, kneeling down (since he can't really balance on his amputation points) he reaches just under 5 feet. (Shins and feet make up for more height than I would have thought.)
Relationships/Affiliations:
(This will be updated as he gets more frans through RP). Since his accident just under a year ago, Clutch has become self-isolated and more brusque and aloof than he had already been.
The only crewmember that was involved in the accident that has survived or has not been killed in battle since is a polecat by the name of Pen. Pen visits him in the repair bay often and keeps him company, and while there may be more than friendly feelings on Pen's part, Clutch is oblivious and considers the polecat his closest and possibly his only friend. He enjoys his company and Pen's enthusiasm for innovation and ideas drive him to improve and make more efficient repairs and modifications to the vehicles that come to him.
A helmeted driving instructor by the name of Goodluck visits occasionally, usually only to relieve specific tensions because he knows Clutch is often good for it. Since Goodluck has gotten himself a more serious suitor, Clutch expects the visits to drop off in frequency. He doesn't hold much bitterness for it, and may even have a begrudging fondness for the guy and wants the best for him-- leading him to be very critical of any war boy that catches Goodluck's eye.
Physical Appearance:
grumpy old man covered in a lot of scars collected over his time as blackthumb and driver. I made myself a cheat sheet so I could remember where they all go but I still mess it up when I flip the canvas.
Clothes/Accessories:
Nothing too splashy or noticable besides his prosthetics, which are made from a mish-mash of scrap and things he could collect that I have scribbled in the cheat sheet above. Currently he has only developed the prosthetics to a point that they can support his weight-- they are essentially peg legs the moment, though he is working to develop something that will mimic a natural gait more easily.
Background:
Clutch was born and raised in the Citadel. He followed the V8 cult to a T and was seen an exemplary war boy, between his great affinity for repair work and achieving great acts bravery and many victories via his spectacular and tactical driving maneuvers. He was cocky and self-assured and ready to go chrome and enter Valhalla should his tumors ever surface or become irreparably injured. Until the accident. He was on a substitution driver, picking up the maneuvering of a polecat truck where the driver had been shot in battle. He made a mistake in locking the truck into a cruise in the other vehicle's blind spot to help assist with the metronome, and the vehicle was rammed and flipped. In his haste to push the metronome out of sync to save the other push-boy and the polecat, his feet were crushed under the heavy counterweight engine. He survived long enough to be brought back to the Citadel, where he was stubbornly nursed back to health for the sake of his repair skills still being an asset not worth losing.
Personality:
Grumpy, snarly, disenchanted with a faith that comprised a large chunk of his being, and struggling to find his place in life again.
Other Information:
He doesn't know how to deal with pups well but since he has become Citadel bound he has been roped into dealing with them more often. Clutch is not prepared to deal with the sudden responsibilities of being an instructor, but he will lend an ear (possibly even his good one) if a war pup or boy comes to him seeking advice or needs help repairing something. (Though often times his patience runs out and instead of instructing and guiding the other on how to repair things he just takes it and does it himself.)
Roleplay Availability: I'd put Clutch down for being mentor, begrudging dad/uncle to younger war boys or grumpy old man friends. Anything, really. Shoot me a message or chat me up and I probably won't say no to a lot!
if that was actually asking for like, what time I'm available, I've got really dumb hours but if I am online and talking chances are I am lurking and ready to RP stuff
Clutch
Age:
Lost track, somewhere about mid-thirties.
Position:
Formerly a driver. Since the loss of his feet he has returned to repair work.
Height:
At his full height he was 6 feet, 5 inches tall or so, his current prosthetics make him a few inches shorter. Without them, kneeling down (since he can't really balance on his amputation points) he reaches just under 5 feet. (Shins and feet make up for more height than I would have thought.)
Relationships/Affiliations:
(This will be updated as he gets more frans through RP). Since his accident just under a year ago, Clutch has become self-isolated and more brusque and aloof than he had already been.
The only crewmember that was involved in the accident that has survived or has not been killed in battle since is a polecat by the name of Pen. Pen visits him in the repair bay often and keeps him company, and while there may be more than friendly feelings on Pen's part, Clutch is oblivious and considers the polecat his closest and possibly his only friend. He enjoys his company and Pen's enthusiasm for innovation and ideas drive him to improve and make more efficient repairs and modifications to the vehicles that come to him.
A helmeted driving instructor by the name of Goodluck visits occasionally, usually only to relieve specific tensions because he knows Clutch is often good for it. Since Goodluck has gotten himself a more serious suitor, Clutch expects the visits to drop off in frequency. He doesn't hold much bitterness for it, and may even have a begrudging fondness for the guy and wants the best for him-- leading him to be very critical of any war boy that catches Goodluck's eye.
Physical Appearance:
grumpy old man covered in a lot of scars collected over his time as blackthumb and driver. I made myself a cheat sheet so I could remember where they all go but I still mess it up when I flip the canvas.
Clothes/Accessories:
Nothing too splashy or noticable besides his prosthetics, which are made from a mish-mash of scrap and things he could collect that I have scribbled in the cheat sheet above. Currently he has only developed the prosthetics to a point that they can support his weight-- they are essentially peg legs the moment, though he is working to develop something that will mimic a natural gait more easily.
Background:
Clutch was born and raised in the Citadel. He followed the V8 cult to a T and was seen an exemplary war boy, between his great affinity for repair work and achieving great acts bravery and many victories via his spectacular and tactical driving maneuvers. He was cocky and self-assured and ready to go chrome and enter Valhalla should his tumors ever surface or become irreparably injured. Until the accident. He was on a substitution driver, picking up the maneuvering of a polecat truck where the driver had been shot in battle. He made a mistake in locking the truck into a cruise in the other vehicle's blind spot to help assist with the metronome, and the vehicle was rammed and flipped. In his haste to push the metronome out of sync to save the other push-boy and the polecat, his feet were crushed under the heavy counterweight engine. He survived long enough to be brought back to the Citadel, where he was stubbornly nursed back to health for the sake of his repair skills still being an asset not worth losing.
Personality:
Grumpy, snarly, disenchanted with a faith that comprised a large chunk of his being, and struggling to find his place in life again.
Other Information:
He doesn't know how to deal with pups well but since he has become Citadel bound he has been roped into dealing with them more often. Clutch is not prepared to deal with the sudden responsibilities of being an instructor, but he will lend an ear (possibly even his good one) if a war pup or boy comes to him seeking advice or needs help repairing something. (Though often times his patience runs out and instead of instructing and guiding the other on how to repair things he just takes it and does it himself.)
Roleplay Availability: I'd put Clutch down for being mentor, begrudging dad/uncle to younger war boys or grumpy old man friends. Anything, really. Shoot me a message or chat me up and I probably won't say no to a lot!
if that was actually asking for like, what time I'm available, I've got really dumb hours but if I am online and talking chances are I am lurking and ready to RP stuff