Post by Griffin on Jul 31, 2013 1:42:49 GMT
Name: Rattlesnake Jake
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Rattlesnake Jake is essentially the spirit of the brutality of the desert. Much as the sun and heat claim poor, lost souls, so he drags the very poorest and despairing souls to their death. He is the orneriest, most vicious, most malignant, quickest to shoot varmint that roamed the west with a temper that makes him the only thing more dangerous to embrace than a cactus. The only thing he fears in hawks and similarly predatory birds. Course, when everything else is your prey, there’s not a lot else to fear. It is possible to win his respect, however. He despises liars and backstabbers!
Appearance: Jake is a nine-foot-long rattlesnake that wears a black cowboy hat. Aside from the hat, he is distinguishable from other rattlers due to missing his rattle, his bandoliers and gatling tail having been confiscated for the games.
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Brief History: No one rightly knows where Rattlesnake Jake came from. As far as the critters of the desert know, he likely did dig his way out of the pits of Hell just to torment those who live on Earth. He was an undisputed legend. He was the one name no folk dare uttered for fear of conjuring the demon from his abyss to steal away another soul from their kin and friends.
The serpent’s reign went unquestioned as the darkest shadow of the western sands. That is, until a little lizard called Rango was actually able to match wits with him. After the end of Rango’s tale, much like the many souls the vile reptile had dragged into the pits, Jake unexpectedly disappeared from the desert. It was much to his surprise to find himself in a land so green.
Sample Post: Jake lay coiled on the very border of the villains’ camp and the desert. “Consarn the polecat who done left me like this!” he hissed venomously. Since he had arrived in the jungle, he had been stripped off all that was precious to him in the world. All save for his hat. With no gun or bullets, the reptile was right riled. He hated conversing with the others, so he often kept to himself. Even though his venom even seemed to have been drained, his fangs still packed a painful sting for anyone that wanted to pester him.
What really bothered him was the desert, though. There was no shadow of death on it. It was just dead. He was one of the few that had made it near a day’s journey out only to return out of frustration. No water, no plants, no life. It wasn’t anything like his home. There was nothing to kill in a place so lonely. “Wretched as a ghost town,” he cursed. “Save not so much as a message from the cursed fools who were once there.”
He looked up to see that the sky had finally draped night thick as ink upon the land. He turned his head, and his eyes glinted an unholy gold. “Reckon I ought to get some shuteye so as to knock down any boojum out there tomorrow.” He made his way to his usual sleeping spot, the coals that no one took the time to dowse completely.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Rattlesnake Jake is essentially the spirit of the brutality of the desert. Much as the sun and heat claim poor, lost souls, so he drags the very poorest and despairing souls to their death. He is the orneriest, most vicious, most malignant, quickest to shoot varmint that roamed the west with a temper that makes him the only thing more dangerous to embrace than a cactus. The only thing he fears in hawks and similarly predatory birds. Course, when everything else is your prey, there’s not a lot else to fear. It is possible to win his respect, however. He despises liars and backstabbers!
Appearance: Jake is a nine-foot-long rattlesnake that wears a black cowboy hat. Aside from the hat, he is distinguishable from other rattlers due to missing his rattle, his bandoliers and gatling tail having been confiscated for the games.
Image:
Brief History: No one rightly knows where Rattlesnake Jake came from. As far as the critters of the desert know, he likely did dig his way out of the pits of Hell just to torment those who live on Earth. He was an undisputed legend. He was the one name no folk dare uttered for fear of conjuring the demon from his abyss to steal away another soul from their kin and friends.
The serpent’s reign went unquestioned as the darkest shadow of the western sands. That is, until a little lizard called Rango was actually able to match wits with him. After the end of Rango’s tale, much like the many souls the vile reptile had dragged into the pits, Jake unexpectedly disappeared from the desert. It was much to his surprise to find himself in a land so green.
Sample Post: Jake lay coiled on the very border of the villains’ camp and the desert. “Consarn the polecat who done left me like this!” he hissed venomously. Since he had arrived in the jungle, he had been stripped off all that was precious to him in the world. All save for his hat. With no gun or bullets, the reptile was right riled. He hated conversing with the others, so he often kept to himself. Even though his venom even seemed to have been drained, his fangs still packed a painful sting for anyone that wanted to pester him.
What really bothered him was the desert, though. There was no shadow of death on it. It was just dead. He was one of the few that had made it near a day’s journey out only to return out of frustration. No water, no plants, no life. It wasn’t anything like his home. There was nothing to kill in a place so lonely. “Wretched as a ghost town,” he cursed. “Save not so much as a message from the cursed fools who were once there.”
He looked up to see that the sky had finally draped night thick as ink upon the land. He turned his head, and his eyes glinted an unholy gold. “Reckon I ought to get some shuteye so as to knock down any boojum out there tomorrow.” He made his way to his usual sleeping spot, the coals that no one took the time to dowse completely.
