Utterly Mad

NAME: Blackjack
AGE: 29
POSITION: The Deadly Gunner
TITLE: the Bar Brawler
COLOR: "Oooooh, you're lookin' for a fuckin' fight, yeah? Well you've fuckin' got it then, scum!" #8A0707

APPEARANCE: Blackjack is a tough looking woman with dark skin and her black dreads tied back and brown eyes. An old scar from her military days divides her face.
ARMOR: Her old military coat, her helmet on one shoulder and a metal plate protecting the opposite arm.

LIKES: Blood, a good fight, good drink, the Sea.
DISLIKES: Idiots, people with no respect,  the Sea.
FEARS: "Have you ever looked down into the drink? You think you really know what's down there? Oooh, son, I'm 'fraid you don't even know the half of it. The Sea... She's a goddess. And not a kind one. She's cruel and terrible and deadly and she hath no mercy for the likes of us. I love her, yet I fear her all the same."

BACK STORY: A blank slate, waiting to be filled.
PURPOSE: For the next fight, for the next treasure. To wake up knowing the Sea has let her live
GREATEST DESIRE: To return to her mother, the Sea, in her final rest. To die the death of a hero.
WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE?: "My heart, my blood, my life. I'll die if the Seas will it.

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INVENTORY:

• A pistol and dagger from her military days.
• Dog tags with the name "Alexandria Gallows" on it. The DOB is scratched out.
• A small finger bone, carved with symbols that bring the ocean to mind.
• A metal flask, filled with whiskey or whatever booze she comes by.

I like the sheet, but I'm a bit wary to have you on Dusty. It was only two, three days ago you dropped from Beta-Lab and assured me you wouldn't be up for role play for quite some time. If you've read the rules which I'm sure you have, you should know you have to be dedicated to this RP for at least a month. I'm holding you to it, if you so chose to continue.