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Player Information ;
Your Nickname: RAMA
OOC Journal: cheapcheapfaker
Under 18? NON
Email/IM: NON I keep getting spambots ):
Characters Played at Singularity: The Lone Wanderer
Character Information ;
Name: Johnny Gat
Name of Canon: (if OC, just put "original.") The Saints Row Series (Saint's Row 1 and 2)
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: (please state one. If OC, put N/A.)
Reference: Oh God okay-- there's the Saint's Row Wiki but it's pretty shoddy. Best bet is to watch videos of cutscenes. I can provide more if needed! I can wax quixotic.
Canon Point: Post SR2 game, not counting expansion packs.
Setting: You're driving down the road. You pass by a fast food shop called Freckle Bitches, a car detailers named Rim Jobs, and not only that, but a muscle head with tribal tattoos has just pulled you out of your car and decided to take it off of your hands.
Welcome to Stilwater.
Stilwater is a fictional city set in a fictional United States of America, though loosely based off of cities such as Detroit and Chicago. It's a city of six million, an island divided in half by water and by finances. The northern half of the city is rich and relatively crime free (though, not gang free) while the south, other than Saint's row, is commonly filled with trailer trash, pimps, and hos.
Saints Row 1 and 2 are highly satiric, and the characters in it often recognize the irony of their surroundings, yet are strangely comfortable with it. This is most obvious in store names: Freckle Bitch's (Fast food, like Wendy's), Phuc Mi Phuc Yue (Chinese), On The Rag (a clothing store for hippies), Nobody Loves Me (a Hot Topic-esque store), and Lik-A-Chik (Chick-fil-a). Many things from our world have a different name in Stilwater, including cars (A Stiletto would be a Cadilac, and a Bulldog is a Hummer), weapons, and food places.
Crime is also rampant in Stilwater. There is always at least one gang running around, and at the most, three. People remark on how "That's the third car stolen this week!" when they're jacked. Gun laws are languid and sold at shops freely, even weapons as dangerous as RPGs. Crime is a way of life. Gangs are prevalent throughout Stilwater. Usually three gangs rule parts of the city at a time. Initially it was the Los Carnales, the Vice Kings, and the Rollerz before the 3rd Street Saints managed to muscle them all out and take over the entire city. The entire gang was spread to the four corners of the island when the entire gang was blown open by an undercover cop working in the midst. Fast forward one earthquake and five years later, and now three other gangs are ruling: Sons of Samedi, the Brotherhood, and the Ronin. Throughout the course of the second game, Stilwater is once again wrestled under control of the Saints. The Saints were originally created to make Stilwater a safer place; a gang to eliminate the gangs, so to speak. However, when the protagonist takes over the gang in the second game, its only purpose is to control the city, which it does very well. Johnny joined before the Boss did in the first game, and it's obvious he was never in it for the good of the people, to clean up the row. He just wanted a good excuse to fuck shit up.
Personality: Angry. Angry. Can I say angry? The first thing anyone ever says about Johnny is that he is angry and aggressive. And the people that say that he's angry and aggressive are angry gangbangers. Yeah. He's got some issues. He has a quick temper, and can get annoyed easily, but he's not a generally mean-spirited person. He'll just tease you to death, especially if you're close to him or a girl. He's just a wiseass who likes to crack jokes.
He is, however, a little reckless. Julius, the boss of the 3rd Street Saints during SR1, practically assigns Gat a babysitter to make sure he doesn't get himself or anybody else killed when dealing with the Vice Kings. Because of his foolhardiness, however, he still manages to get himself captured and nearly killed. No skin off his back; Gat enjoys not only the consequence but getting there. He'll often pick his weapons and go to a gun fight with a baseball bat if he's in a skull splitting mood that day. For him, cool and style can often trump efficiency, especially when that means driving around town and blowing statues up to frame another gang, or forgoing an intricate Oceans 11 plan in favor of busting into the casino and just shooting "all the motherfuckin' bitches". Aww yeah. He plays by his own rules. If possible, I would make a gif with his little glasses falling on his face and the image flashing DEAL WITH IT because he is a stubborn fucker who don't curr about anybody else or what you want. Even with death row facing him, Gat pointedly told the judge to go fuck herself.
He is nice to people he cares about, in his own way. He has no problem 'canonizing' (aka beating the shit out of) a Saint's would-be and then patting the guy on the back a few moments later and joking around for a job well done. He's loyal to his gang and friends, and he shows that by being a wise-cracking smartass and protecting them with his life. When his trust is betrayed, he doesn't give out second chances; Troy, a gang member who turned out to be a cop, was nearly killed by Gat after he found out. Gat often remarks on how he wouldn't mind paying Troy a visit even after the Boss has clearly forgiven him.
Arguably he's closet to two people in his life: Boss, the protagonist and main character, and his girlfriend Aisha. Even though he had the finesse of a dunce (He told her he would be taking her out to ~fine dining~ and they ended up at Freckle Bitch's, with him generally clueless to her anger) they had a relationship of mutual respect and endearment. Johnny would clean the blood off the floor and empty dead bodies from the house when she asked, and even after his long stint in jail and her faking her death, they stayed together. He's not just a normal gangbanger. When Aisha dies in SR2, it shows Johnny does have a caring, almost tender side; he loved her, and is devastated by the loss. It's the first real time he shows a vulnerable side of himself. After her death, however, he's just that much more angry and volatile.
Johnny spent 2 years and 31 days in prison, and he hated every single day of it. If possible, he's not going back. He's a manly sort of guy, and he doesn't really express himself often; like stated above, he's only seen vulnerable, in fear and desperation, when he watches his long time girlfriend have her head decapitated in front of him. When his best friend (who has been in a coma for five years) breaks him out of court after being sentenced to the chair, all he says is "Took your burnt ass long enough." Jail did change him. His gleeful abandon is still there, but less "young man cracked out and high on blood and aggression" and now there's a lot more history behind him, a veneer of bitterness and to his juvenile aggression.
Johnny Gat: tough ass motherfucker, loyal to his gang and friends. Unless you decapitate his girlfriend. Then he's ;A;.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions: Johnny likes guns. He knows how to handle many guns. And bombs. And objects that cause blunt force trauma. And did I mention guns? No seriously, Johnny shoots pretty decently- he was chosen as a sniper to kill the head of a large corporation, and only missed because a guard caught him. He's also strong enough to wield guns easily. Not only that, but he's strong enough to recover from having a freakin katana through his gut. Seriously? Bad ass motherfucker.
Other than that, though, Gat doesn't have any superpowers. He's just tough as hell and a mean shot.
Weaknesses are mostly detailed in the personality section: he's reckless and aggressive, making a crazy combination when he has access to a limitless supply of weapons.
Inventory:
-2 AK-47s
-A shit-ton of ammo
-A knife
-A wallet with a grossly inappropriate amount of cash, a condom, Aisha's picture, receipt from a strip club, and a BOGO coupon for Friendly Fire
Appearance:
Gat is a Chinese-American Guido, minus the tanning and double the bad hair and bad fashion choices. His hair is spiked, black with white tips. He's average height and rather thickly built and athletic. He can easily wield two AK-47s without much difficulty or recoil. He has tattoos; noticeable ones include the ones on the back of his neck, and he has some sleeves, all in black and looking vaguely tribal. He always wears his shades if he can- yes, even indoors. I told you, he is a bad ass motherfucker.
Age: His age is never really mentioned or hinted at. It is safe to say that Gat is in his late twenties, early thirties, especially given that between the two games at least five years have passed.
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across?
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test?
And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
Gat leaned forward, cranking up the dial on the radio as the car drove over a suspicious hump. He glanced back over his shoulder. Bodies always ruined the paint job.
"Christ, you wanna slow down, or are we going to have to go to Rim Jobs again?"
The Boss shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. He was British; not that it was ever an excuse for his horrendous driving, but the Saints generally pretended that the reversal of the lanes meant the Boss knew how to drive, just not here. And apparently never learned.
Gat could pick on him for an assortment of other things. It was too easy to mock him for his driving; that, and his 'haircut', the full facial reconstruction surgery that often comes with exploding boat rides. He watched buildings whiz by, people's heads turning as the large, brightly purple Hummer thundered through the streets and weaved through lanes.
He fingered the trigger of the AK-47 in his hands, leaning back in his seat with a yawn. "So, what the fuck are we doing again? Shooting up some store-"
"Convincing some shop owners that they need us- convincing, with live, living, breathing people, mind you-" The Boss chanced a glance over at Gat, who was already scowling. They barely noticed bumping into the car in front of them if not for the way they lurched forward when the bumper buried itself into the other car's tailpipe. The Boss muttered something about pieces of piss, Gat didn't understand that Britbonics or whatever British lingo was called.
"Look, it'd be so much easier if we just went in, killed the fuckers-" He paused for dramatic effect, though the Boss was cursing under his breath as he tried to back the car up and out of the other car's ass, only to back into the car behind them. They both lurched forward once more, thankfully constrained by seatbelts. "And then set up shop there. Maybe some of the fucking brainiac recruits Shaundi's been getting from the college."
They ran into and backed up into the two cars at least three more times before the men behind them finally had enough to get out of their car. Gat fired a warning shot without looking; the men politely got back into their cars as the Boss finally maneuvered the large Hummer out and around the slight traffic jam, as curbs were just extensions of the road.
"You know? C'mon. I brought my killing guns. I brought the good shit. These are the Krukovs I got sent in straight from Russia- you know they fuckin' know their guns. Hell, what else do they know but vodka and guns?"
As concentrated as the Boss was on the road and their destination, he did look momentarily thoughtful. Gat leaned over; this was a yes or no moment. A moment where he might be able to go ahead and shoot. (Not that he probably wouldn't shoot anyway- he was the 'Boss', sure, but everyone knew he had as much command as the Boss. Usually. Hell, if he said no, Gat was going to fire at least one bullet, just because-)
"And polar bears."
Gat grinned, flicking the safety off of both of his guns. "And they know about polar bears."
Network Sample:
Well ain't this a motherfuckin' surprise.
[There's a face of a Chinese-American man peering much too close into the camera, and then he pulls back. He's dressed pretty horridly, a purple silk shirt and a wifebeater underneath, but it doesn't look wise to mess with this man; not only does he have the sourest look on his face, he's thick as a house and he has an AK-47 slung over each shoulder.]
Where's the confetti? Ha ha, look at Gat, thinkin' he's stuck in space. Radioactivity sweeps and all- who'd you have to kill to smuggle out even more radioactive waste after last time? Hopin' I'm not going to get a new face melting tattoo. I'd think you'd be over visits to the plastic surgeon by now, Boss.
[He glares at the screen, squinting behind his little square shades.]
Shit. Is this thing on? Shaundi, Pierce- Boss?
Your Nickname: RAMA
OOC Journal: cheapcheapfaker
Under 18? NON
Email/IM: NON I keep getting spambots ):
Characters Played at Singularity: The Lone Wanderer
Character Information ;
Name: Johnny Gat
Name of Canon: (if OC, just put "original.") The Saints Row Series (Saint's Row 1 and 2)
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: (please state one. If OC, put N/A.)
Reference: Oh God okay-- there's the Saint's Row Wiki but it's pretty shoddy. Best bet is to watch videos of cutscenes. I can provide more if needed! I can wax quixotic.
Canon Point: Post SR2 game, not counting expansion packs.
Setting: You're driving down the road. You pass by a fast food shop called Freckle Bitches, a car detailers named Rim Jobs, and not only that, but a muscle head with tribal tattoos has just pulled you out of your car and decided to take it off of your hands.
Welcome to Stilwater.
Stilwater is a fictional city set in a fictional United States of America, though loosely based off of cities such as Detroit and Chicago. It's a city of six million, an island divided in half by water and by finances. The northern half of the city is rich and relatively crime free (though, not gang free) while the south, other than Saint's row, is commonly filled with trailer trash, pimps, and hos.
Saints Row 1 and 2 are highly satiric, and the characters in it often recognize the irony of their surroundings, yet are strangely comfortable with it. This is most obvious in store names: Freckle Bitch's (Fast food, like Wendy's), Phuc Mi Phuc Yue (Chinese), On The Rag (a clothing store for hippies), Nobody Loves Me (a Hot Topic-esque store), and Lik-A-Chik (Chick-fil-a). Many things from our world have a different name in Stilwater, including cars (A Stiletto would be a Cadilac, and a Bulldog is a Hummer), weapons, and food places.
Crime is also rampant in Stilwater. There is always at least one gang running around, and at the most, three. People remark on how "That's the third car stolen this week!" when they're jacked. Gun laws are languid and sold at shops freely, even weapons as dangerous as RPGs. Crime is a way of life. Gangs are prevalent throughout Stilwater. Usually three gangs rule parts of the city at a time. Initially it was the Los Carnales, the Vice Kings, and the Rollerz before the 3rd Street Saints managed to muscle them all out and take over the entire city. The entire gang was spread to the four corners of the island when the entire gang was blown open by an undercover cop working in the midst. Fast forward one earthquake and five years later, and now three other gangs are ruling: Sons of Samedi, the Brotherhood, and the Ronin. Throughout the course of the second game, Stilwater is once again wrestled under control of the Saints. The Saints were originally created to make Stilwater a safer place; a gang to eliminate the gangs, so to speak. However, when the protagonist takes over the gang in the second game, its only purpose is to control the city, which it does very well. Johnny joined before the Boss did in the first game, and it's obvious he was never in it for the good of the people, to clean up the row. He just wanted a good excuse to fuck shit up.
Personality: Angry. Angry. Can I say angry? The first thing anyone ever says about Johnny is that he is angry and aggressive. And the people that say that he's angry and aggressive are angry gangbangers. Yeah. He's got some issues. He has a quick temper, and can get annoyed easily, but he's not a generally mean-spirited person. He'll just tease you to death, especially if you're close to him or a girl. He's just a wiseass who likes to crack jokes.
He is, however, a little reckless. Julius, the boss of the 3rd Street Saints during SR1, practically assigns Gat a babysitter to make sure he doesn't get himself or anybody else killed when dealing with the Vice Kings. Because of his foolhardiness, however, he still manages to get himself captured and nearly killed. No skin off his back; Gat enjoys not only the consequence but getting there. He'll often pick his weapons and go to a gun fight with a baseball bat if he's in a skull splitting mood that day. For him, cool and style can often trump efficiency, especially when that means driving around town and blowing statues up to frame another gang, or forgoing an intricate Oceans 11 plan in favor of busting into the casino and just shooting "all the motherfuckin' bitches". Aww yeah. He plays by his own rules. If possible, I would make a gif with his little glasses falling on his face and the image flashing DEAL WITH IT because he is a stubborn fucker who don't curr about anybody else or what you want. Even with death row facing him, Gat pointedly told the judge to go fuck herself.
He is nice to people he cares about, in his own way. He has no problem 'canonizing' (aka beating the shit out of) a Saint's would-be and then patting the guy on the back a few moments later and joking around for a job well done. He's loyal to his gang and friends, and he shows that by being a wise-cracking smartass and protecting them with his life. When his trust is betrayed, he doesn't give out second chances; Troy, a gang member who turned out to be a cop, was nearly killed by Gat after he found out. Gat often remarks on how he wouldn't mind paying Troy a visit even after the Boss has clearly forgiven him.
Arguably he's closet to two people in his life: Boss, the protagonist and main character, and his girlfriend Aisha. Even though he had the finesse of a dunce (He told her he would be taking her out to ~fine dining~ and they ended up at Freckle Bitch's, with him generally clueless to her anger) they had a relationship of mutual respect and endearment. Johnny would clean the blood off the floor and empty dead bodies from the house when she asked, and even after his long stint in jail and her faking her death, they stayed together. He's not just a normal gangbanger. When Aisha dies in SR2, it shows Johnny does have a caring, almost tender side; he loved her, and is devastated by the loss. It's the first real time he shows a vulnerable side of himself. After her death, however, he's just that much more angry and volatile.
Johnny spent 2 years and 31 days in prison, and he hated every single day of it. If possible, he's not going back. He's a manly sort of guy, and he doesn't really express himself often; like stated above, he's only seen vulnerable, in fear and desperation, when he watches his long time girlfriend have her head decapitated in front of him. When his best friend (who has been in a coma for five years) breaks him out of court after being sentenced to the chair, all he says is "Took your burnt ass long enough." Jail did change him. His gleeful abandon is still there, but less "young man cracked out and high on blood and aggression" and now there's a lot more history behind him, a veneer of bitterness and to his juvenile aggression.
Johnny Gat: tough ass motherfucker, loyal to his gang and friends. Unless you decapitate his girlfriend. Then he's ;A;.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions: Johnny likes guns. He knows how to handle many guns. And bombs. And objects that cause blunt force trauma. And did I mention guns? No seriously, Johnny shoots pretty decently- he was chosen as a sniper to kill the head of a large corporation, and only missed because a guard caught him. He's also strong enough to wield guns easily. Not only that, but he's strong enough to recover from having a freakin katana through his gut. Seriously? Bad ass motherfucker.
Other than that, though, Gat doesn't have any superpowers. He's just tough as hell and a mean shot.
Weaknesses are mostly detailed in the personality section: he's reckless and aggressive, making a crazy combination when he has access to a limitless supply of weapons.
Inventory:
-2 AK-47s
-A shit-ton of ammo
-A knife
-A wallet with a grossly inappropriate amount of cash, a condom, Aisha's picture, receipt from a strip club, and a BOGO coupon for Friendly Fire
Appearance:
Gat is a Chinese-American Guido, minus the tanning and double the bad hair and bad fashion choices. His hair is spiked, black with white tips. He's average height and rather thickly built and athletic. He can easily wield two AK-47s without much difficulty or recoil. He has tattoos; noticeable ones include the ones on the back of his neck, and he has some sleeves, all in black and looking vaguely tribal. He always wears his shades if he can- yes, even indoors. I told you, he is a bad ass motherfucker.
Age: His age is never really mentioned or hinted at. It is safe to say that Gat is in his late twenties, early thirties, especially given that between the two games at least five years have passed.
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across?
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test?
And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
Gat leaned forward, cranking up the dial on the radio as the car drove over a suspicious hump. He glanced back over his shoulder. Bodies always ruined the paint job.
"Christ, you wanna slow down, or are we going to have to go to Rim Jobs again?"
The Boss shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. He was British; not that it was ever an excuse for his horrendous driving, but the Saints generally pretended that the reversal of the lanes meant the Boss knew how to drive, just not here. And apparently never learned.
Gat could pick on him for an assortment of other things. It was too easy to mock him for his driving; that, and his 'haircut', the full facial reconstruction surgery that often comes with exploding boat rides. He watched buildings whiz by, people's heads turning as the large, brightly purple Hummer thundered through the streets and weaved through lanes.
He fingered the trigger of the AK-47 in his hands, leaning back in his seat with a yawn. "So, what the fuck are we doing again? Shooting up some store-"
"Convincing some shop owners that they need us- convincing, with live, living, breathing people, mind you-" The Boss chanced a glance over at Gat, who was already scowling. They barely noticed bumping into the car in front of them if not for the way they lurched forward when the bumper buried itself into the other car's tailpipe. The Boss muttered something about pieces of piss, Gat didn't understand that Britbonics or whatever British lingo was called.
"Look, it'd be so much easier if we just went in, killed the fuckers-" He paused for dramatic effect, though the Boss was cursing under his breath as he tried to back the car up and out of the other car's ass, only to back into the car behind them. They both lurched forward once more, thankfully constrained by seatbelts. "And then set up shop there. Maybe some of the fucking brainiac recruits Shaundi's been getting from the college."
They ran into and backed up into the two cars at least three more times before the men behind them finally had enough to get out of their car. Gat fired a warning shot without looking; the men politely got back into their cars as the Boss finally maneuvered the large Hummer out and around the slight traffic jam, as curbs were just extensions of the road.
"You know? C'mon. I brought my killing guns. I brought the good shit. These are the Krukovs I got sent in straight from Russia- you know they fuckin' know their guns. Hell, what else do they know but vodka and guns?"
As concentrated as the Boss was on the road and their destination, he did look momentarily thoughtful. Gat leaned over; this was a yes or no moment. A moment where he might be able to go ahead and shoot. (Not that he probably wouldn't shoot anyway- he was the 'Boss', sure, but everyone knew he had as much command as the Boss. Usually. Hell, if he said no, Gat was going to fire at least one bullet, just because-)
"And polar bears."
Gat grinned, flicking the safety off of both of his guns. "And they know about polar bears."
Network Sample:
Well ain't this a motherfuckin' surprise.
[There's a face of a Chinese-American man peering much too close into the camera, and then he pulls back. He's dressed pretty horridly, a purple silk shirt and a wifebeater underneath, but it doesn't look wise to mess with this man; not only does he have the sourest look on his face, he's thick as a house and he has an AK-47 slung over each shoulder.]
Where's the confetti? Ha ha, look at Gat, thinkin' he's stuck in space. Radioactivity sweeps and all- who'd you have to kill to smuggle out even more radioactive waste after last time? Hopin' I'm not going to get a new face melting tattoo. I'd think you'd be over visits to the plastic surgeon by now, Boss.
[He glares at the screen, squinting behind his little square shades.]
Shit. Is this thing on? Shaundi, Pierce- Boss?