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be_in_my_bunk) wrote2014-05-20 05:06 am
be_in_my_bunk) wrote2014-05-20 05:06 am
Entry tags:
Outer Divide || Application
[- OOC Information -]
Name: Leighann Paige
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? No.
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Jayne Cobb
Fandom: Firefly
OU, AU, or CR AU: OU
Canon Point: Post Serenity (Firefly movie)
Journal:be_in_my_bunk
Character History:
Here. If you need anything else, please let me know.
Personality:
Jayne is a trigger-happy, grenade packing, loose canon whose rough demeanor and 'go get 'em' attitude gets into more trouble than most would like. In fact, his kind of trouble could get most killed in seconds. Jayne, however, is more than capable of handing a fight. Whether guns, fists, or anything else, Jayne can throw himself in and take care of a few brutes easily (mainly because he is a brute). He's got the stature for it: a dizzying 6'4” frame with a build that could fight of a grizzly bear. Good thing he loves violence because his looks invite it. Often.
Jayne also gets himself into social trouble with his mouth and temper. He's the type that says what's on everyone's mind, or what's on his own. When told to back off, he'll make a comment along the lines of, "I ain't paid to talk perty."
Money is typically at the forefront of Jayne's mind. Getting paid for the jobs is a must. And though he's loyal to Mal and his crew, he has commented that if paid enough, he'd betray them and switch sides. Hell, a better pay and his own room was how he got onto Mal's crew in the first place. But he has more concerns than just money. Jayne's an avid collector of weapons with quite a number of guns, knives, and explosives. He quite possibly could work as the crew's arsenal in a pinch. But women are on his mind quite a bit as well. He tried to trade one of his best and favorite guns, Vera, for a woman that Mal accidentally married. He didn't get the girl. But he did get to keep Vera. Then, finally, his family is pretty important to him. In one episode, Jayne got a hat and a letter from his mother at home. The letter said that Jayne had sent home some of his money to them - money that he'd worked hard for, most likely, and sending off that money to someone means that those people have to be important to him.
The crew is also important to him, but in a different way. When Kaylee was shot in the first episode, Jayne is seen hovering outside the medical room watching the operation take place, his normally monstrous frame curled up a little as he rocked just a bit. He at least cares for her. Laughing and enjoying stories with the rest of the crew shows a closeness and a bond that money probably couldn't by. But he doesn't care for the way the ship's run all the time and without Mal or Zoe around, Jayne will fight for control of the ship and has many times. Mal even warned Inara not to let Jayne get in control of the shuttle when they were forced to separate from the broken down ship. And he doesn't care much for Simon and River at all. He treats Simon pretty poorly, all things considered, and River, well, he keeps his distance from that ball of crazy at any chance he can get.
Despite his rough edge, there's a bit of a softer side to Jayne. He does have a bit of sensitivity for the dead. Although he won't sob over their corpses, any dead he's around that he didn't kill, he feels like he needs to get up and do something. He worked out near a casket once just because he felt the need. And he's deathly afraid of Reavers. Although he'll fight his way out of a Reaver crowd, he won't stick around to let them do whatever they wanted to his body. He'd kill himself first.
But with all the roughness and fights, Jayne is very clearly the least book smart person on the ship. He has a hard time reading simple English, and probably doesn't write it well enough to make a string of cognitive sentences. Math seems out of the question, unless it's got something to do with money. Science is definitely out, and don't even get me started on history. But he knows enough about people, situations and weapons to keep himself alive in the 'verse. He might be able to use words to get out tough situations, but he'd rather use his fists.
Powers/Abilities:
Jayne's human, so no superhuman abilities.
But he's skilled at hand-to-hand combat and with most guns, knives, and explosives. Extensive knowledge of guns and certain explosives. Good at sneaking up on people, knocking them out, and stealing their guns. Amazing shot, great reaction time, fast runner though not the fastest, hard to wear down.
Possessions:
Clothes: Boots, slacks, brown t-shirt, leather cuff bracelet on right wrist, gun belt. Pistol with six shots left - no spare bullets. 10 1/2 inch Bowie knife.
Arrival:
Ship please!
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
[ Okay, so he's not wearing a shirt. But he's got his pants and gun belt on, weapons all secure so there's that at least. And he's pissed as he glares at the damn device. ]
This ain't mine.
[ Pause. Shrug. The device is tucked into his pocket. ]
Takin' the gorram thing anyway. If folks're gonna be dumb enough ta leave their things with mine, I ain't lookin' ta give it back. Nice lookin' anyhow. Sell it fer somethin'.
[ Pause. There's shuffling as he puts on his shirt. ]
Right. Got 'em all.
[ Pause. ]
Now where's the gorram ship?
Log Sample:
The bar was nice enough. Well, nice enough for Jayne. He knew the doctor wouldn't step one gorram foot in the place and that's what made it a hell of a lot nicer. He loved it - the scummy feel, the loose women, the rough edge that brought him back to the days before Serenity, when he could cut into a place like this and stay until the money started running too low. Wasn't ever a lot of chances to do that now, but at that moment, he got one, and he wasn't about to waste it.
Jayne walked up to the bar and shot the bartender a grin. "Strongest thing ya got." The bartender gave him a bottle of something and Jayne paid up fast enough before downing half the thing in one swig. It burned, but he loved it. Warmed his belly and his soul.
Then his eyes flashed around the place, quickly catching the eye of a woman with a plunging neckline and a tiny smirk. Had she been staring at him since he walked in? Well, he certainly couldn't blame her if she was, but it didn't matter. Jayne practically sauntered over, as much as his masculine frame would allow, and leaned against the wall next to her. "Ya like what'cha seein'?"
"Maybe I do." Jayne smirked, his surprisingly white teeth showing through.
"Well, I ain't got plans fer the night. What'cha think about takin' a peek under these clothes somewhere a little more private." She bit her bottom lip and rolled closer to him.
"I think I'd like it," she cooed. Jayne's smile grew as he started to reach out for her waist, but the cleaning of the throat caught his attention. He turned his head to see a man about his size but with a few inches on him standing here, arms crossed.
"What the hell are you doing?" the man asked. Jayne narrowed his eyes at him.
"Ain't none'a yer damn business."
"Like hell it isn't, that's my sister."
"Yeah? Well, yer sister was interested in bunkin' me fer the night, and I ain't lookin' fer no fella ta be joinin' us. I'll make sure she gets home in the mornin'."
He turned back to the girl to flash her a grin and take her arm, but the swinging of an arm towards him made him jerk around. A fist missed his face by inches. He smashed his liquor bottle and the remaining contents on the man's head. The man reeled back. Jayne didn't give him a chance to recover before charging again, punching him in the stomach, then the face, causing him to topple over a table, knocking it and all of the drinks onto the floor with a glass shattering crash. The group of men at the table stood, all their focus on glaring at Jayne.
He wasn't looking for a fight, but he sure wasn't going to turn one down. He smirked and cracked his knuckles.
"Gonna be a fun night."
Name: Leighann Paige
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? No.
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Jayne Cobb
Fandom: Firefly
OU, AU, or CR AU: OU
Canon Point: Post Serenity (Firefly movie)
Journal:
be_in_my_bunkCharacter History:
Here. If you need anything else, please let me know.
Personality:
Jayne is a trigger-happy, grenade packing, loose canon whose rough demeanor and 'go get 'em' attitude gets into more trouble than most would like. In fact, his kind of trouble could get most killed in seconds. Jayne, however, is more than capable of handing a fight. Whether guns, fists, or anything else, Jayne can throw himself in and take care of a few brutes easily (mainly because he is a brute). He's got the stature for it: a dizzying 6'4” frame with a build that could fight of a grizzly bear. Good thing he loves violence because his looks invite it. Often.
Jayne also gets himself into social trouble with his mouth and temper. He's the type that says what's on everyone's mind, or what's on his own. When told to back off, he'll make a comment along the lines of, "I ain't paid to talk perty."
Money is typically at the forefront of Jayne's mind. Getting paid for the jobs is a must. And though he's loyal to Mal and his crew, he has commented that if paid enough, he'd betray them and switch sides. Hell, a better pay and his own room was how he got onto Mal's crew in the first place. But he has more concerns than just money. Jayne's an avid collector of weapons with quite a number of guns, knives, and explosives. He quite possibly could work as the crew's arsenal in a pinch. But women are on his mind quite a bit as well. He tried to trade one of his best and favorite guns, Vera, for a woman that Mal accidentally married. He didn't get the girl. But he did get to keep Vera. Then, finally, his family is pretty important to him. In one episode, Jayne got a hat and a letter from his mother at home. The letter said that Jayne had sent home some of his money to them - money that he'd worked hard for, most likely, and sending off that money to someone means that those people have to be important to him.
The crew is also important to him, but in a different way. When Kaylee was shot in the first episode, Jayne is seen hovering outside the medical room watching the operation take place, his normally monstrous frame curled up a little as he rocked just a bit. He at least cares for her. Laughing and enjoying stories with the rest of the crew shows a closeness and a bond that money probably couldn't by. But he doesn't care for the way the ship's run all the time and without Mal or Zoe around, Jayne will fight for control of the ship and has many times. Mal even warned Inara not to let Jayne get in control of the shuttle when they were forced to separate from the broken down ship. And he doesn't care much for Simon and River at all. He treats Simon pretty poorly, all things considered, and River, well, he keeps his distance from that ball of crazy at any chance he can get.
Despite his rough edge, there's a bit of a softer side to Jayne. He does have a bit of sensitivity for the dead. Although he won't sob over their corpses, any dead he's around that he didn't kill, he feels like he needs to get up and do something. He worked out near a casket once just because he felt the need. And he's deathly afraid of Reavers. Although he'll fight his way out of a Reaver crowd, he won't stick around to let them do whatever they wanted to his body. He'd kill himself first.
But with all the roughness and fights, Jayne is very clearly the least book smart person on the ship. He has a hard time reading simple English, and probably doesn't write it well enough to make a string of cognitive sentences. Math seems out of the question, unless it's got something to do with money. Science is definitely out, and don't even get me started on history. But he knows enough about people, situations and weapons to keep himself alive in the 'verse. He might be able to use words to get out tough situations, but he'd rather use his fists.
Powers/Abilities:
Jayne's human, so no superhuman abilities.
But he's skilled at hand-to-hand combat and with most guns, knives, and explosives. Extensive knowledge of guns and certain explosives. Good at sneaking up on people, knocking them out, and stealing their guns. Amazing shot, great reaction time, fast runner though not the fastest, hard to wear down.
Possessions:
Clothes: Boots, slacks, brown t-shirt, leather cuff bracelet on right wrist, gun belt. Pistol with six shots left - no spare bullets. 10 1/2 inch Bowie knife.
Arrival:
Ship please!
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
[ Okay, so he's not wearing a shirt. But he's got his pants and gun belt on, weapons all secure so there's that at least. And he's pissed as he glares at the damn device. ]
This ain't mine.
[ Pause. Shrug. The device is tucked into his pocket. ]
Takin' the gorram thing anyway. If folks're gonna be dumb enough ta leave their things with mine, I ain't lookin' ta give it back. Nice lookin' anyhow. Sell it fer somethin'.
[ Pause. There's shuffling as he puts on his shirt. ]
Right. Got 'em all.
[ Pause. ]
Now where's the gorram ship?
Log Sample:
The bar was nice enough. Well, nice enough for Jayne. He knew the doctor wouldn't step one gorram foot in the place and that's what made it a hell of a lot nicer. He loved it - the scummy feel, the loose women, the rough edge that brought him back to the days before Serenity, when he could cut into a place like this and stay until the money started running too low. Wasn't ever a lot of chances to do that now, but at that moment, he got one, and he wasn't about to waste it.
Jayne walked up to the bar and shot the bartender a grin. "Strongest thing ya got." The bartender gave him a bottle of something and Jayne paid up fast enough before downing half the thing in one swig. It burned, but he loved it. Warmed his belly and his soul.
Then his eyes flashed around the place, quickly catching the eye of a woman with a plunging neckline and a tiny smirk. Had she been staring at him since he walked in? Well, he certainly couldn't blame her if she was, but it didn't matter. Jayne practically sauntered over, as much as his masculine frame would allow, and leaned against the wall next to her. "Ya like what'cha seein'?"
"Maybe I do." Jayne smirked, his surprisingly white teeth showing through.
"Well, I ain't got plans fer the night. What'cha think about takin' a peek under these clothes somewhere a little more private." She bit her bottom lip and rolled closer to him.
"I think I'd like it," she cooed. Jayne's smile grew as he started to reach out for her waist, but the cleaning of the throat caught his attention. He turned his head to see a man about his size but with a few inches on him standing here, arms crossed.
"What the hell are you doing?" the man asked. Jayne narrowed his eyes at him.
"Ain't none'a yer damn business."
"Like hell it isn't, that's my sister."
"Yeah? Well, yer sister was interested in bunkin' me fer the night, and I ain't lookin' fer no fella ta be joinin' us. I'll make sure she gets home in the mornin'."
He turned back to the girl to flash her a grin and take her arm, but the swinging of an arm towards him made him jerk around. A fist missed his face by inches. He smashed his liquor bottle and the remaining contents on the man's head. The man reeled back. Jayne didn't give him a chance to recover before charging again, punching him in the stomach, then the face, causing him to topple over a table, knocking it and all of the drinks onto the floor with a glass shattering crash. The group of men at the table stood, all their focus on glaring at Jayne.
He wasn't looking for a fight, but he sure wasn't going to turn one down. He smirked and cracked his knuckles.
"Gonna be a fun night."