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Character: Eliot Spencer
Series: Leverage
Age: Early 30s
Job: Certified Backup
Canon: Once upon a time, a man hired a thief, a hitter, a hacker, and a mastermind to steal something very valuable. The man then did some very bad things, the worst of all being refusing to pay up for a theft well done. Also he tried to kill them. But the money was definitely more important. So, the mastermind found a grifter and the new team got payback. They also found out that taking down bad guys was a little fun, and giving to the poor gave them a kind of warm and fuzzy feeling deep inside. Three seasons later, the team is still acting as a modern day Robin Hood and His Band of Merry Men.
Eliot Spencer is the best at what he does, and what he does is hit people. He hits people real good, usually while growling and making scary faces. He’s like a Southern Wolverine, without the mutant powers or embarrassing spandex. After doing unknown work for the American government, he became a mercenary for unknown reasons. He’s also a master chef but how and why that happened is, well, unknown. Eliot keeps quiet about his life outside of work, but that hardly means work is all he cares about; he probably has the biggest soft spot out of everyone on the team - especially for animals, children in need, and decent hard-working Americans just trying to get by. However, everyone knows better than to take advantage of those weak spots since Eliot would never hesitate to bash in a face or two, even if it had glasses.
Sample Post:
I think we need to work on some definitions. Backup means “Eliot, take out the sniper.” It means “Eliot, get rid of the armed thugs.” Hell, I’ll even take “There’s a big hairy spider and I’m a skinny computer nerd. Get it, get it.” It does not mean “The line in the mess hall is really long and getting rowdy. Grab a ladle and a hairnet.” Like a little hair could make this slop any worse.
What is this anyway? I see some gray blobs, some green blobs, orange blobs. You know that blob is not a food group, right? Plus when I got this pot out of the fridge, I had to pull off a layer of skin. And I don’t mean pudding skin, I mean skin skin. I’m gonna give y’all the benefit of the doubt and assume that was pork. Do not clarify this. In fact, no talking at all while I serve up some possibly-pork mystery terror soup.
- Wait a minute. Is that red stuff what I think it is? Oh no. Hell no. This is not happening. I’m not dishing out anything with beets in it. There’s only so much bad food a man can tolerate. This soup has got to go. No, I don’t care that this is all they get to eat today. This is a camp, right? So let ‘em rough it for a few hours. Hey, man, don’t grab at me! Either I dump this out, or I dump this out and I break your fingers.
Look what you made me do. Snapped your fingers just like twigs. Snapped ‘em … off. And into the soup. Huh. That’s something I’ve never seen before. Quit trying to serve it anyway! You can’t even pick up the ladle. It’s pathetic. Now I’m going to lock myself in the kitchen and remake this entire meal. Don’t bug me, you hear? Oh, but you can slip a note under the door when the hunger riots start. Now that will be something that could use backup.
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Series: Leverage
Age: Early 30s
Job: Certified Backup
Canon: Once upon a time, a man hired a thief, a hitter, a hacker, and a mastermind to steal something very valuable. The man then did some very bad things, the worst of all being refusing to pay up for a theft well done. Also he tried to kill them. But the money was definitely more important. So, the mastermind found a grifter and the new team got payback. They also found out that taking down bad guys was a little fun, and giving to the poor gave them a kind of warm and fuzzy feeling deep inside. Three seasons later, the team is still acting as a modern day Robin Hood and His Band of Merry Men.
Eliot Spencer is the best at what he does, and what he does is hit people. He hits people real good, usually while growling and making scary faces. He’s like a Southern Wolverine, without the mutant powers or embarrassing spandex. After doing unknown work for the American government, he became a mercenary for unknown reasons. He’s also a master chef but how and why that happened is, well, unknown. Eliot keeps quiet about his life outside of work, but that hardly means work is all he cares about; he probably has the biggest soft spot out of everyone on the team - especially for animals, children in need, and decent hard-working Americans just trying to get by. However, everyone knows better than to take advantage of those weak spots since Eliot would never hesitate to bash in a face or two, even if it had glasses.
Sample Post:
I think we need to work on some definitions. Backup means “Eliot, take out the sniper.” It means “Eliot, get rid of the armed thugs.” Hell, I’ll even take “There’s a big hairy spider and I’m a skinny computer nerd. Get it, get it.” It does not mean “The line in the mess hall is really long and getting rowdy. Grab a ladle and a hairnet.” Like a little hair could make this slop any worse.
What is this anyway? I see some gray blobs, some green blobs, orange blobs. You know that blob is not a food group, right? Plus when I got this pot out of the fridge, I had to pull off a layer of skin. And I don’t mean pudding skin, I mean skin skin. I’m gonna give y’all the benefit of the doubt and assume that was pork. Do not clarify this. In fact, no talking at all while I serve up some possibly-pork mystery terror soup.
- Wait a minute. Is that red stuff what I think it is? Oh no. Hell no. This is not happening. I’m not dishing out anything with beets in it. There’s only so much bad food a man can tolerate. This soup has got to go. No, I don’t care that this is all they get to eat today. This is a camp, right? So let ‘em rough it for a few hours. Hey, man, don’t grab at me! Either I dump this out, or I dump this out and I break your fingers.
Look what you made me do. Snapped your fingers just like twigs. Snapped ‘em … off. And into the soup. Huh. That’s something I’ve never seen before. Quit trying to serve it anyway! You can’t even pick up the ladle. It’s pathetic. Now I’m going to lock myself in the kitchen and remake this entire meal. Don’t bug me, you hear? Oh, but you can slip a note under the door when the hunger riots start. Now that will be something that could use backup.
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