Jack Briggs
Nov 20, 2014 12:05:36 GMT -7
Post by Jack "Trigger" Briggs on Nov 20, 2014 12:05:36 GMT -7
Jack Hunter Briggs
| NAME Jack Hunter Briggs ALIAS Briggsy, Jackie-Boy, Hat-trick, Trigger. AGE 29 DATE OF BIRTH 10/30/2552 GENDER Male | PLAY BY Andrew Lee Potts SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual-fluid AFFILIATION Neutral OCCUPATION Small-time criminal PLACE OF BIRTH Persephone |
HEIGHT
5' 7"
WEIGHT
You don't ask a gentleman that...but it's 170, luv.
HAIR
Slightly shaggy, dark brown hair. Usually a five o'clock shadow.
EYE COLOR
BrownPHYSICAL BUILD
Thin, slightly muscular
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
Tattoo kept hidden by his constant red gloves. It is on his left hand, on the webbing between thumb and forefinger. A series of numbers and letters: PRS117142
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Holds himself with almost comical confidence most of the time, and an easy, charming grin.
CLOTHING STYLE
Always, always wears a fedora-style hat and red, fingerless gloves. Button-ups, vests, loose ties or scarves. Dark pants tucked into heavy boots.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Jack is a personable, talkative, charming man. He is everyone's friend, and doesn't like to make enemies. Most people don't know too much about him past what he shows on the surface, and that's the way he likes it. By seeming so open and friendly, he masks the fact that he is actually very secretive.
Small-time criminal that he is, his jobs usually come from people who need help with problems they can't fix themselves. Kind at heart, he tries to solve most of these without violence, though it's not completely beneath him. Because of his affinity for wanting to solve problems for people, he doesn't make as much money as he should. Jack is known as a bit of a pushover in some circles, a bit of a hero in others.
He has a weakness for the ladies. It has gotten him into trouble once or twice or eight times in the past. A flirt and a charmer, he will sometimes be distracted from his actual jobs by a pretty face. There has only been one love in his life, lost because of societal differences. Just one more reason Jack likes to keep a wall up and keep people out.
| FATHER His father, Hunter Briggs, was a much more lucrative, much more infamous and ruthless crime lord known as Reacher. He was killed when Jack was seven. Jack never knew who was responsible. MOTHER Reacher was unmarried. Jack never knew his mother(Trace Starling), only a steady stream of caretakers and nurses, or pretty, perfumed women that pinched his cheeks and disappeared into his father's office. SIBLINGS Half-sister named Caroline, two years younger. When their father was killed, she was taken away by a Shepherd. He never saw her again. Half-brother Cypher, a few years older. A businessman that sometimes helps Jack with his work. OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES N/A | SIGNIFICANT OTHER None currently. In love with a woman named Sian. CHILDREN N/A OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS Jimmy Parson, a bartender that helps Jack find clients. Henry Grayson, an old associate of his father's. Not on good terms - they butt heads and steal clients from each other, but it's mostly passive aggressive and non-violent. Dion Harte, a singer at a local club who also fields clients for Jack. PETS Though Jack likes animals, he has avoided having pets. Anything he has an emotional tie to is a target in his line of work. Nevertheless, he has been known to feed alley cats or dogs and keep a rat or two. |
BACKSTORYJack was born to a woman named Trace Starling. He never knew her name, and does not remember her. His father, Hunter [better known as Reacher in the community], never told Jack what happened to her or where she went. Jack learned at an early age not to ask questions; Reacher rarely answered them.
He was raised and groomed for the life of crime. Pick-pocketing, learning how to hustle and charm. His father was relentless. Emotions and shared opinions were not tolerated; you were taught to keep them to yourself and only show the world a confident, strong person. Untouchable.
He had an older half-brother, Cypher. Dark-skinned and handsome, tall and strong, he and the gangly, awkward child that was Jack could not be more different in appearance. The two were thick as thieves, though, and often ran the streets together.
Their younger, half-sister Caroline was the jewel of her father's eye. Reacher spoiled her, bought her a tutor at the age of three, and expected her to one day become a beautiful Companion he could manipulate for his own business.
When their father was killed, Jack and Cypher were the ones who found his body. Two shots, one in the heart and one to the head. A professional job. They took to the streets they were so comfortable with, after watching a Shepherd take their sister away - presumably to a better place. Pick-pocketing became a way of life, and they learned to sleep in the small spaces under houses or in the safer alleyways of Persephone. When they had the money, they would rent a room above a local bar or club.
Though Reacher was a bit of a monster and had been emotionally standoffish with his boys, they both idolized him. Cypher became a businessman, hoping to gain financial success to start his own crime syndicate. Jack stuck to the underworld and began working on gaining a clientele with the gutter trash, prostitutes, and the downtrodden people of Persephone's poorest areas.
Briggs and Cypher worked together on a lot of jobs, trying to clean up the town of the worst, intolerable crimes and leaving room for the less violent, distasteful ones.
Briggs worked on a job with a few friends once where he accidentally was the cause of one of his friend's death, and was also caught and arrested for breaking and entering. Jack was tattooed, processed, and spent a few years in prison.
He doesn't like to talk about it.
His humor and charm only increased when he was released. His gloves, fingerless and red, never came off after the incident.
Trigger is sort of a tongue-and-cheek nickname from his associates. It, and the gun that he usually carries, make people think he's a crack shot. In reality, he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. He's a much better scrapper.
A couple of years ago, he fell in love with one of his business acquaintances. A Companion he helped field clients for named Sian. She also had a dark history, one involving her powerful family, and she ended up in deep trouble because of it. A kidnapping, fire, and daring rescue later and they were both in love.
But Briggs suffered from the perceived notion that he would never be good enough for her. He couldn't quit his life of crime, and gutter-trash like him didn't deserve someone as shining and wonderful as her. That's what he told himself, anyway, when he returned to his home on Persephone.
He is back to his old ways, minor crimes and helping people who need him while attempting to form a close network of allies and business partners, with Cypher as his most constant partner. Jack has lost almost everything - he is trying to build from the bottom up.ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Nestled by the docks in Persephone, was a tiny bar by the name of Second Chance. On this particular night, it was packed full of patrons, mostly male. The modest stage was empty of everything except a piano, but the crowd was growing restless for the show to begin.
In one shadowy corner of the bar, far from the stage and slightly quieter, two men stared at each other across a weathered, scarred table and several empty shot glasses. One was tall and thin, sun-burned and wearing overalls. The other was of average height and paler than most in the bar, wearing a vest over a button-up. He also wore dark pants tucked into heavy boots. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, which only served to make his fingerless red gloves stand out more.
The red-gloved man, his face youthful and hairless under disheveled brown hair, reached out to place a fedora on the table between them. He gave the man in the overalls a charming, practiced grin. “Look, Jesse. Jus’ let me take care of ev’rything, yeah?” His accent dripped of the hovels of Persephone.
Jesse watched as Briggs slid the hat a bit closer. He sighed and slid a thick envelope underneath the hat. Briggs pulled it back towards himself and tipped the hat from the table, flipping it over in his hands and dropping it onto his head in one smooth motion. Somewhere during this hat trick, the envelope disappeared by some slight of hand into his vest pocket.
“I just wanna make sure no one gets hurt,” Jesse said quietly. “I got a wife and two boys to think about.”
Briggs knocked twice on the tabletop as a server slipped by. He was immediately rewarded with two fresh shots of whiskey, and he held one out to Jesse. The other man reluctantly took it and they both knocked the shots back together. “Listen, mate. It’s foolproof. Nothin’ will go wrong. Ya jus’ gotta trust me.” Briggs stood up and the men shook hands. Jesse disappeared into the crowd without another word, but Briggs sat back down at the table.
The server returned with a tray and began taking away the dirty glasses. As he cleared the table, another man sat with Briggs. He was dark-skinned and bald, dressed more formally than anyone in the place. His suit and tie were immaculate, his beard neatly trimmed.
“Cypher! What’re ya drinkin’?” Briggs patted him on the back.
Cypher shook his head. “Nothing, Trigger. Looks like you’ve had enough for the both of us.” He nodded at the tray as the server carried it away.
Briggs grinned and nudged him with his elbow. “Oh, come off it. You could use a good bit o’ liquor now and then. Loosen up a little.”
Cypher smirked a bit. “How’d the deal with Jesse go?”
The server set down two mugs of ale. Briggs cupped his in both hands and blew off some of the head. “Well. Just’s I knew it would.”
“The payout?”
Briggs surreptitiously tapped his chest, showing the vest pocket where he had slipped the envelope. “Half now, half after.” He sipped his drink. “Now ta figure how to best do the thing, yeah?”
Cypher pushed his drink aside. “There’s the rub. I say we head out to Jesse’s tomorrow afternoon, get a lay of the land ourselves.”
Before Briggs could respond, a loud cheer from the crowd nearest the stage interrupted them. He just gave Cypher a nod and leaned forward over the table to get a better look at the stage.
Sam Succi, the portly, olive-skinned owner of the Second Chance, took the mic. “Guys and gals, we got somethin’ special for you tonight! This little lady came all the way from the Core!” He rolled his eyes to jeers and cheers from the crowd.
Cypher raised an eyebrow in Briggs’ direction, and Briggs smirked.
“Let’s give her a big, Second Chance welcome, folks! Lila Minke!”
The lights on the stage brightened as Sam flourished towards stage right. They could hear her before they could see her; apparently she had another mic with her, and her voice preceded her onto the stage. Smoky and sultry, it caught the attention of everyone in the room. She was beautiful. Taller than Briggs by an inch or two in those heels, wrapped in a white dress that offset her glowing red curls. Her lips were heart-shaped, her eyes dark as sin. She strutted to the center of the stage, oozing confidence.
Cypher glanced at Briggs, who loosened his already unbuttoned collar with a grin.
“Don’t get any ideas, Jack. Keep your head.”
Briggs only grinned wider. “I intend to, Cyph. I intend to. Whoever said you can’t mix business with pleasure though?”
Cypher stood up and tapped Briggs’ fedora, forcing it down over his eyes. “Jesse’s. Tomorrow afternoon. We’ll leave from my office at eleven-thirty. Don’t be late, Trig, or I’ll kick your door in.”
Jack smirked and adjusted his hat, his brown eyes focusing on Lila again. “Wouldn't be the first time.”
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