Well, that's not entirely true. There are a few things he doesn't hate: plain and serviceable hats, scottie dog candy, Terrier Fancy magazine, his fellow Midnight Crew members, and maybe, just maybe Karkat Vantas. These few items are, however, nothing but a few dry specks floating atop a sea of churning, bubbling loathing for just about everything and everyone. Spades Slick's status as a tightly packed ball of sheer rage and hate can be attributed not only to his programming as a Jack Noir, but also to his personal experiences and humiliations at the hands of Snowman, the trolls, and Sburb itself. Spades Slick believes he has been fucked over by the universe, and is hell-bent on fucking it right back.
The former agent has gone to great lengths to facilitate his image as a dark, brooding, sinister, shadowy villain, and to some measure he's succeeded! Fucking with the Midnight Crew is generally regarded to be a Very Bad Idea, thanks in no small part to Slick's hair-trigger temper and his extensive armory of bladed and blunt weapons. Keep in mind we're dealing with a guy who stabs his own allies just as a way of keeping in practice and/or saying hello. He's mean, he's brutal, he's relentless, he's badass, and he has no time for your shit.
That said he's also kind of an incredibly silly moron at times. Not unlike his predecessor, Problem Sleuth, Spades Slick is prone to bouts of sudden random insanity: when he first becomes playable during the Intermission, one of the first things he does is hop inside his own war chest and pretend it's a wagon. Later, Snowman spies him riding his cast-iron horse hitcher and pretending to joust with her cigarette holder/lance, to Slick's eternal shame. Slick is incredibly vain, taking extreme pride in his appearance and behavior as befitting a sinister mobster. There's no better way to piss Slick off really fast than by catching him doing something ridiculous.
Slick, see, detests all forms of perceived "silliness" (an attitude that seems to be carried by all Jack Noirs), instead stressing a "plain and serviceable" approach towards everything. This includes romance; Slick is utterly disgusted by the endless troll romance shenanigans, seeing love and all their other stupidass quadrants as a pointless waste of time. (Ignoring his own fairly obvious blackrom feelings for Snowman, of course.) He attempts on more than one occasion to spout off a witty one-liner after doing something cool, only to fail miserably and only managing to make himself angrier.
Subtlety is not Spades Slick's strong point. Enemy in the way? STAB HIM. Safe in the way? BLOW THAT SHIT UP. Finally broke into Doc Scratch's room only for him to start monologuing at you? IGNORE IT. WHACK HIM TO DEATH WITH HORSE HITCHER. Slick's method of problem-solving, simple though it may seem, is designed to get him from Point A to Point B in as short amount of time as possible, and proves ridiculously effective during the Intermission: he carves a path of destruction through the mansion by simply ignoring the time shenanigans and charging straight through The Felt.
The similarities to his kid-session counterpart are endless: they're both murderous maniacs with a deep loathing for ridiculous garments, for example. However, what sets Spades Slick apart from the new Jack Noir is that, impossible though it may seem, his successor is slightly more evil than he is. While the new Noir is basically a psychopathic unstoppable killing machine, Slick is not without a few Pet The Dog moments! Most of these tend to revolve around Karkat: although Slick claims to hate him and all his other troll buddies, he also comforts him when Sollux dies ("There, there, you blubbering goddamn pansy") and continues to help him even after being exiled and finding himself in the vault. Although Slick isn't above recklessly endangering the other Midnight Crew members (blowing up the safe, anyone?) it's also not unreasonable to assume that he sees them as more than just underlings by this point: they're the only ones who've stuck by him this whole time, which brings them closer than anyone else to being on the List Of People Spades Slick Does Not Hate (current population being zero).
And then, of course, there's the fact that Spades Slick is, well, kind of a dick. He's unbelievably petty, having taken his last name solely to piss off Snowman (it probably didn't work) and smashing the shit out of the clocks in the mansion just because they represent The Felt and their goddamn time shenanigans. He swears like a schoolyard bully and more often than not acts like one, which when combined with his murderous impulses generally makes him the absolute last person you would ever want to give omnipotent superpowers.
Yeeeeeeeah, that doesn't work out so hot later on down the line.
Abilities: Not nearly as much as his successor, but still a few! As a former citizen of Derse, Slick is not human, instead possessing a "shiny black carapace". He'll be humanized in Mayfield. Additionally, he and the other Midnight Crew members manage their inventories through the use of playing cards: Slick in particular keeps his items in his WAR CHEST. Basically it's hammerspace, but it'll need to be regained.
Well, that's not entirely true. There are a few things he doesn't hate: plain and serviceable hats, scottie dog candy, Terrier Fancy magazine, his fellow Midnight Crew members, and maybe, just maybe Karkat Vantas. These few items are, however, nothing but a few dry specks floating atop a sea of churning, bubbling loathing for just about everything and everyone. Spades Slick's status as a tightly packed ball of sheer rage and hate can be attributed not only to his programming as a Jack Noir, but also to his personal experiences and humiliations at the hands of Snowman, the trolls, and Sburb itself. Spades Slick believes he has been fucked over by the universe, and is hell-bent on fucking it right back.
The former agent has gone to great lengths to facilitate his image as a dark, brooding, sinister, shadowy villain, and to some measure he's succeeded! Fucking with the Midnight Crew is generally regarded to be a Very Bad Idea, thanks in no small part to Slick's hair-trigger temper and his extensive armory of bladed and blunt weapons. Keep in mind we're dealing with a guy who stabs his own allies just as a way of keeping in practice and/or saying hello. He's mean, he's brutal, he's relentless, he's badass, and he has no time for your shit.
That said he's also kind of an incredibly silly moron at times. Not unlike his predecessor, Problem Sleuth, Spades Slick is prone to bouts of sudden random insanity: when he first becomes playable during the Intermission, one of the first things he does is hop inside his own war chest and pretend it's a wagon. Later, Snowman spies him riding his cast-iron horse hitcher and pretending to joust with her cigarette holder/lance, to Slick's eternal shame. Slick is incredibly vain, taking extreme pride in his appearance and behavior as befitting a sinister mobster. There's no better way to piss Slick off really fast than by catching him doing something ridiculous.
Slick, see, detests all forms of perceived "silliness" (an attitude that seems to be carried by all Jack Noirs), instead stressing a "plain and serviceable" approach towards everything. This includes romance; Slick is utterly disgusted by the endless troll romance shenanigans, seeing love and all their other stupidass quadrants as a pointless waste of time. (Ignoring his own fairly obvious blackrom feelings for Snowman, of course.) He attempts on more than one occasion to spout off a witty one-liner after doing something cool, only to fail miserably and only managing to make himself angrier.
Subtlety is not Spades Slick's strong point. Enemy in the way? STAB HIM. Safe in the way? BLOW THAT SHIT UP. Finally broke into Doc Scratch's room only for him to start monologuing at you? IGNORE IT. WHACK HIM TO DEATH WITH HORSE HITCHER. Slick's method of problem-solving, simple though it may seem, is designed to get him from Point A to Point B in as short amount of time as possible, and proves ridiculously effective during the Intermission: he carves a path of destruction through the mansion by simply ignoring the time shenanigans and charging straight through The Felt.
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And then, of course, there's the fact that Spades Slick is, well, kind of a dick. He's unbelievably petty, having taken his last name solely to piss off Snowman (it probably didn't work) and smashing the shit out of the clocks in the mansion just because they represent The Felt and their goddamn time shenanigans. He swears like a schoolyard bully and more often than not acts like one, which when combined with his murderous impulses generally makes him the absolute last person you would ever want to give omnipotent superpowers.
Yeeeeeeeah, that doesn't work out so hot later on down the line.
Abilities: Not nearly as much as his successor, but still a few! As a former citizen of Derse, Slick is not human, instead possessing a "shiny black carapace". He'll be humanized in Mayfield. Additionally, he and the other Midnight Crew members manage their inventories through the use of playing cards: Slick in particular keeps his items in his WAR CHEST. Basically it's hammerspace, but it'll need to be regained.
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