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Character Name: John Hancock
Series: Hancock 2008 movie
Timeline: Just after having dinner with Ray and his family.
Background: Plot of the movie. But I'll go ahead and write a little bit about his past.
Not much is known about Hancock, like his original name or where he originally came from. But according to the movie, he woke up in a Miami hospital 80 years prior to the movie's events. He had apparently tried to stop a mugging and earned a fractured skull in the process. When he woke up in the hospital, the nurses tried to treat him. His skin bent the needles and his fracture healed in an hour's time. The staff wanted to know his story. But he had no story to tell, because he could not remember. The only thing he had on his person was bubble gum, two movie tickets to Frankenstein, but no ID. So when he went to sign out, the nurse asked for his John Hancock. Hancock, not knowing any better, thought that was his name. And thus he adopted the moniker.
After this, in present-day Los Angeles, Hancock became an extremely cynical, sarcastic drunk. He used his powers to save people. But in the process caused millions of dollars in damage. He ignored subpoenas, warrants for his arrest, and court dates. The public loathed him. But Hancock simply did not care. Eventually, he saved the life of image consultant, Ray Embrey, who wanted to help Hancock change his public image. Ray invites Hancock to dinner where he meets Ray's wife, Mary and son, Aaron. After a brief conversation with Ray, Hancock is pulled onto the Elegante.
Spoken / written languages: English.
Abilities: Hancock does not age and is immortal. He also possess superhuman strength, the ability to fly, regeneration of wounds, and invulnerability. However, on board the Elegante, Hancock's strength has been cut in half. He is no longer immortal, however killing him will still be difficult. Regeneration takes longer. Healing usually takes a few hours, but while on the ship it will take several days to a week or two for him to heal completely, depending the severity of the wound. His fingernails are sharp and strong enough to cut glass and if he doesn't have a razor on him, he can shave with them. He's still not that great at the flying thing, so holes will likely be made when he's taking off and/or landing.
Items: The clothes on his back, the card Ray gave him, a little tin holding the bubble gum and movie tickets, and a bottle of booze, a pair of ray-bans.
Third Person Sample:
Hanckock was annoyed. And annoying him was a fairly easy thing to do, so it wasn't like this mugger had done something extraordinary. He stood there, gun pressed to his victim's temple and his arm tucked beneath his chin. His breathing came in rapid bursts as he pointed his weapon from the woman's head to the unarmed man before him. “Back off, dude. I'll blow her brains out, I swear! Back off!”
Hancock rolled his eyes behind the Ray-bans he wore, “Look, M'only gonna say this once, so listen real good.” He pulled the shades down over his nose and looked the mugger in his eyes. “M'trying to be good here. M'trying real hard. But you're not helping. Come on. Be a man and let her go.” The mugger scoffed and pressed the gun to the woman's head again.
“You're trying to trick me. And I'm not falling for it. Asshole.”
Hancock paused, exhaled, put his hands on his hips, shifted his weight from one foot to the other, puckered his lips then finally responded. “I'm tryin' to help you out, here. I mean, you goin' to jail at the end of this. So you can let her go, and go in a police car. Or in an ambulance. It don't make me no difference.”
The grip he had on the woman's throat tightened, she gagged and his finger toyed with the trigger. “You're pissin' me off, asshole! Back. Up.”
Hancock didn't move, running a hand over his unshaven jaw. “You really need to stop calling me that. That is not my name.”
“Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? I swear I'll blow her head off before you put a hand on me. Asshole.”
Hancock sighed, searching the ground for something he could use for a weapon. Spying a tube of lipstick from the woman's dropped purse, he picked it up, twirled it between his fingers then looked at the mugger. “Call me an asshole. One. More. Time.” He turned his ear toward the other man, waiting listening and no sooner than the word had left the thief's mouth, Hancock threw the lipstick with all his might, striking the other man in the middle of his forehead. He grunted, releasing the woman and skidding across the ground, creating a trench from the force of the blow. The woman dropped to her knees, coughing as Hancock approached her, hand outstretched. “You all right?”
First Person Sample:
[There's some rustling as the comm is jostled on. After a moment or two of silence, there's snoring. Loud snoring. Hancock is on his side, sleeping off his latest hangover. Are you being disturbed, Fellow Elegante Passenger? WELL TOO BAD! Hancock really doesn't care. That is until he's woken up.
He groans. Ugh. Pounding headache.]
The hell do you want?
[Pause. Wait. This isn't the park bench where he passed out last night. This is a...bed. After another silence, you'll hear Hancock clapping.]
Y'all are the dumbest kidnappers. Yeah just leave me here. And give me some weird G.I. Joe shit.
[He's found the comm. And now he's getting up and ripping the door off it's hinges. Eh. He'll hang a curtain up later when he's been corrected.]
Preferred Quarters: Nope. He'll sleep just about anywhere.