Well, Jim was technically left in my hands as either NPC or dead, so I guess if no one has a problem with it, he's yours.
Granted, now that means I'mma pester you to post for him.
I'm beginning to have second thoughts on this. While I continue thinking those thoughts, have a confused old man.
Alias: Sloth
Heroic Motivation: A brutal combination of dementia and Alzheimer's.
Name: Buck Jimley
Age: 62
Sex: Male
Appearance: That thing over there (from ~36 years ago). ->
Biography: Buck's life feels exciting, and it's been driving him crazy. He works at a spy agency in the Bishop District, he has three Master's and two PhD's, and he lives in a small mansion in the east part of Rook Island. His friends are exciting, his family is exciting, his girlfriend is exciting, his job is exciting, everything in the world seems to deviate the way he wants it to. Except at night. At night, Buck lounges around the city, looking for things to claim, stretch across, and doze off on. It's the one thing in his rushed life that brings peace and quiet to the world. For the low price of a pair of bath slippers and pajama clothes, he gets easy sleep for cheap. He's gotten in trouble for it a handful of times, especially in areas that don't allow the "hobby", and he's seen the inside of the police precinct more than once. It doesn't stop him though. His late night rests are what keep him going. They prevent execution by excitement. He just wishes, he could do it more than three times a week. They feed the peace-seeking addiction Jim otherwise can't afford and in the recent months, he's been giving up a few responsibilities just to do it. Call it a problem or an addiction, it's been his life for the past four years. He's gotten pretty good at it too. Sure, he's had a couple of bad stares, some twisted nightmares, and one dislocated sofa cushion, but he's gotten better at it than when he started. Freeresting, as dumb and dangerous as it can be, it keeps him from losing it at his 9 to 5 job. Buck was actually on his way to work when the blast went off.
Primary Archetype: Hunter
Secondary Archetype: Warrior
Manifestation: The blast event made some funny changes to Buck's body. Instead of something new being added, the blast simply impaired what was already there. Buck's senses became much less attentive, but the one that got the biggest decline was (oddly enough) his sense of smell. His body was worsened by taking the receptors that picked up all these inputs and it worsened their efficiency as well as made less of them. This is what makes him a senior citizen. Buck's endurance also saw a decline. By changing his musculature in the same way it changed his sensory receptors, the blast gave him near paralytic strength. His muscles can now work shorter with more strain and fatigue. Strength has deteriorated as well, but the focus seemed to be on endurance.
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Signature: Like last time, I, Sir Stopwatched III Esquire, being of relatively sound mind and body on this day of the 22nd of April in the year Two Thousand and Fifteen (2015), agree to the terms Elendra has proposed and leave the fate of Sir Buck Jimley of Kuakilla in their capable hands.[/hr]
If this joke motherfucker gets accepted... I swear to god, Elendra. Chilled tomato paste for days.
