Roger Horatio Davis [Character]

[Roger Davis]

Roger Horatio Davis




"You’re all that’s left of what I knew."

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Full Name - Roger Horatio Davis
Nicknames/Alias - Roger, Rog, Rodger, Davis, H., Lieutenant
Age - 31
Date of Birth - 2/17/2489
Gender - Male
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Affiliation - Independence leaning neutral
Occupation - Gunhand

Play-By - Hugh Jackman
Build - Muscular
Height & Weight - 6’1” 185 Lbs.
Hair - Mid-length dark brown
Eyes - Hazel
Unique Features - Thin knife scar diagonally through left eyebrow. Large scar mark across upper right thigh.
Prosthetic left pinky finger.
Dressing Style - Roger dresses like you’d expect for a cowboy… or a browncoat soldier.
Headwear: Often none, but sometimes a worn dark brown fedora
Upper body: Typically a white button down shirt with varying styles of tucked, sleeves up or down, buttoned, etc. Shoulder holsters over top of this shirt. Sometimes he’ll wear the stereotypical brown duster over top or a worn green jacket.
Lower body: Jeans or tan pants, worn boots, belt and holster.
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Likes - Guns, military life, hunting, dogs, horses, a friendly fight, nature, family, spacing
Dislikes - Alliance gloating (not Alliance in general), people always underfoot and in the way, liars particularly those who lie in authority, the outcome of the war, criminal enterprises, pacifists, Paquin
Quirks/Habits - Roger is a sleepwalker.
Fears - The family losing the ol’ homestead, getting pinched and thrown in prison for the rest of his life.
Secrets - Not exactly a secret, but Roger doesn’t broadcast his time spent as a lawman. Likewise, his prosthetic finger is not something he broadcasts, but it’s far from a deep dark compromising secret.
Strengths - Small but fairly diverse network of friends, comrades, and contacts. Lifetime of experience in various areas that all deal with fighting (country kid, soldier, lawman, gunhand). Roger’s origins and his fairly substantial education allow him the uncommon ability to blend with Alliance folk nearly as well as those of the Rim, adopting their speech, mannerism, and customs (assuming he gets himself cleaned up first).
Weaknesses - No technical skills at all beyond work on a farm (a tractor is not a space ship), determined often to the point of foolish courage, Browncoat history and his lack of restraint in advertising it have made trouble for him and burnt several bridges inadvertently. Overdeveloped sense of paranoia can also get in the way… random sleepwalking doesn’t help either.
Talents/Special Abilities - Close to a master with guns: how they work, how to use them, how to maintain them, etc. This expertise is more of a quiet and precise nature than a loud Rambo nature. Going off the above, Roger is a skilled outdoorsman who can handle animals, track, cook (as in stay alive, not make a 5 star meal), etc. Roger also has a natural gift to read terrain, locations, and even people to predict how events will unfold tactically. If only this could be translated into something more useful in civilian life like predicting the stockmarket… or women.

Aspirations - Stay active, get in some fights, settle down eventually.
Overall Personality - First, Roger is stubborn and determined. He is not the type to let things go. He might “get over” a past event but he’ll never forget. Once his mind is made up he rarely changes it. He’s never one to walk away from a fight. He rarely seeks trouble but he’ll always be the one to finish things once they’re started. He has no regrets about the war or his part in it. He refuses to compromise his values simply because the Independents lost and he’s unafraid to advertise his war record.

Beyond a propensity to fight and a sort of thickheaded nature, Roger is generally kind and honorable. He has a code and strong morals that mix with the above mentioned personality traits. He might punch you in the face but he’d never kick you while you’re down. He’ll “forgive and forget” only after he has paid you back with a solid punch to the gut to even the scales of justice. In addition, Roger is a religious man, an element that further strengthens this code but also goes on to complicate his rather violent nature.

Roger is very down to earth. He’s conservative and simple. He enjoys nature greatly despite how he spends most of his time aboard ship or in cities. He’s an honest man and values that in others. He is often forced into the shadowy area between honest work and out-right crime but that doesn’t mean he likes it. Although Roger is a good and honest man, he’s far from naïve. He’s constantly on guard to the point of mild paranoia and knows the worst of what the ‘Verse has to offer.

Although kind, honest, religious, etc., it is surprising that Roger has little qualms about killing. He knows the difference between killing and murder. Every life he has taken whether it was in war or in civilian life was that of someone who was trying to do the same to him. Still, after felling so many, it would typically grain on the minds of most yet Roger is eerily calm and at peace about all he has done. To him it is all justified by his duty either to country and the cause during the war or to himself, his crew, the job, and his personal honor afterward. The only noticeable repercussions are the increased spiritualization perhaps as a coping mechanism and the fairly common sleep walking occurrences that Roger suffers after what others might call the more “traumatic” experiences. Perhaps that is how subconsciously he copes to such events.

Finally, although Roger is a gun totting space cowboy and backwoods farmer, there is a more sophisticated side to him. He was born in the Core and can mask his dialect with a fairly convincing Londinium accent if he needs to. Due to the war he never went to an institute of higher learning but Roger was an excellent student in his youth. Since then, in addition to being a student of war, he has continued to read when possible and further his knowledge. He has no “useful” skills beyond shooting a gun or tilling the soil but he can quote literature and retell history of Earth-that-was to anyone willing to listen.

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Father - Jonathan Davis, 62
Mother - Lydia Davis, 59
Siblings - Jonathan Davis, 34
Other Significant People - Chris White, friend and comrade from OCS, 30
Michael Harper, Alliance sheriff, friend and superior officer to Roger, 34
Pets - Trux, a Small Münsterländer, 4
Your History - Roger was born in the Core but does not remember living there. His family left for the border when he was just a toddler, looking for new opportunities. Being a slightly well-off family back in Londinium translated to the Davis family being near the peak of the upper class in their new backwater home. The family settled down on a sprawling estate and Roger was raised on the land rather than in some city. This is the home that Roger remembers.

Despite being what some might call “carpet-baggers”, any resentment toward the Davis family waned over the years. Instead of remaining a pocket of “civilization” in the rim, the family’s relative wealth had been completely translated into land assets and they blended with the locals, simply becoming the family with the most property while adopting the dress, customs, and speech of their neighbors.

When war erupted between the Alliance and the Independents, it was only natural that Roger would take the side of his new home rather than his birth place. Despite the protests of his parents who feared for his safety, Roger joined the Browncoats at the age of 18 and went off to war. As one might expect, as a young man he joined for adventure and glory but he also deeply believed in the cause of independence. After all, that is what his entire life had been. They had left the core in favor of this new life. He remembered nothing other than life in the sprawling wilderness and he was ready to defend it.

Possibly because of his family’s “elevated” social status, Roger was quickly slated as an officer candidate. This was unexpected to say the least but the opportunity and honor could not be refused even if he would be the stereotypical “too young” lieutenant. Roger saw serious combat several times during the war but only faced disastrous odds once. While leading his platoon, he was severely wounded by strafing Alliance aircraft and had to be evacuated for an extended recuperation. He received an award for gallantry but never made it back into the fight before the war ended.

In the years since, Roger has tried to return to civilian life but it is tough for a veteran who fought on the “wrong side” of the war. He has had to turn to his skills learned from a childhood in the outdoors and his tour as a soldier to make a living now finding work wherever it may present itself. He has worked briefly back on the farm, as a law man, and as a travelling gunhand.

What should we call you? -Roger is fine
Roleplaying Experience - Over a year recently, with a few years before then before a hiatus from RP.
Where did you find us? - The ‘Verse
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Post Script - absolutely anything else you would like to mention about your character should go right here.
Other characters - None
How we should contact you - PM
Roleplay Example - A cold wind swept through the trees blowing up the light snow that had accumulated overnight… perfect. The two crouched low in the reeds, seemingly frozen in that position for the past hour. Slowly, there was the smallest hint of movement as a head rotated ever so slightly to the right. A gloved hand was raised slowly and then the thumb was extended to blot out the sun. Yes, there they were.
A flight of four geese were coming down toward the marsh. Clever things, using the sun and wind to conceal their approach. Not good enough though. A dulled barrel slowly pierced through the reeds and was seated in the hunters shoulder. ’Patience. Patience. Patience.’ Finally three rounds fired in quick succession. Only one of the geese pulled away from his landing and took back to the sky. Quickly, Roger slid three more shells into the magazine before he had to respond to the whining beside him.
Trux was frantically looking up to him, then through the reeds, then back up at him. ”Get ‘em” he finally ordered, and the dog was off into the water. Five minutes and three trips later, the three birds lay at his feet. After some quick rearrangement, Trux sat again and Roger crouched down beside him to begin it all again.

SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this and she will happily hunt you down, rip out your spinal cord, and beat you to death with it if you steal her hard work and claim it as your own. especially since she will gladly share it with any and all who wish to use it, provided they leave her nice, little credit attached.

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