Post by kevindwolf93 on Mar 1, 2015 6:08:18 GMT
Karate Cub;
(14 pts)
Bio:
In the Warehouse District, just outside a building labeled 'Warden's Office'. Officer Rick Jameson steps out of the squad car and speaks into his radio.
"This is Jameson, north entrance is secure. Nobody, man or wolf, is getting past us...yeah it’s a full moon out tonight, just hurry then". After signing off he rests against the car hood. His partner Roman Darrius looks over.
"I’d be more alert..." he mutters, keeping his Glock and a pair of binoculars close to him.
"A werewolf crime fighter? That's your biggest worry? I can believe these Mexican’s believe in this bullshit, but you? Internal Affairs is on our asses and we’re worrying about a werewolf in a karate suit?"
"I don't underestimate people. Politician’s are dangerous but they don’t leave a trail of corpses, a vigilante with a claws and a hair problem is not someone I want getting the drop on us".
"Hmm...big fish said this ain't your first rodeo with the wolf. I thought he was bullshitting".
“Thought or hoped?” Darrius snarks when their radio chatter came through, the meeting place was under attack. Darrius pulls Jameson into the car before motioning to the shotgun.
“If you see him blast him in the chest. Then the head” he calls over to Jameson who was taken aback by Darrius’ sudden determination. The drive is short, but they were too late to get a glimpse of the wolf; instead they saw the meeting room covered in cocaine and blood.
Personality:
Connor Jackson had his guard up as he eyed his targets. He sees three of them, waiting for movement; in the time it takes for one of them to finish exhaling spin Connor roundhouse kicks the first wooden board out of his student's hand, a follow up punch breaks another board held by an Orange Belt to the left of him, and in a quick twist Connor puts some spin on his heel and shatters the final with a tornado kick. The viewing crowd clap at the showcase and Connor bows, not once losing what those who train with him would call permanent grin.
"You’re sure make the CKC qualifier with moves like that CJ” a yellow-belt students call out.
“I do believe I will….now then, get to training you guys before Master Boyd comes back and sees you guys slacking off” Connor teases. He watches the students pair off with interest. Their Sensei had trained them well, he liked teaching as much as he did showing off but before he could start micro-managing one of the aids walks over to him.
“Uh, Mr. Connor sir. There are cops at the front door” he says, worried at what could be wrong. Connor quickly shakes his head.
“Alright Jimmy take over”. He answers the door with a wide smile.
“Officer Darrius...how nice".
"Mr Jackson, still hate cops?" He fires back.
"I don't hate cops...incompetence on any level annoys me...do come in though".
2 pts. Superior Mind: A smart jackass is the best kind
"I suppose it's pointless to ask if you've been keeping up with the incidents involving the Karate Cub?" Darrius asks. Connor can't help but chuckle.
"Really stupid name for a serial killer, press came up with the Cartel Mauler, go with that" he quickly points out.
"Vigilante Mr. Jackson, and why give him any good press am I right? A cool name would just encourage him" Darrius counters. Connor concedes to the point before he speaks.
"Well this is the third visit inside of two months so be surprised that I'm curious what this spree is all about".
"Fair enough. So, any updates since you're up to speed?"
"Don’t need updates. Novel idea, checking martial arts dojos I mean. This guy's a killer though. He might have a base in karate, but we teach people how to fight defensively, not in a round of Mortal Kombat. I’d have thought attacks under the full moon would be something to look into...given tonight’s the last one I imagine you’re on a deadline".
"I have my suspicions" Darrius responds coldly, not enthusiastic about Connors opinion.
"Nobody I've ever trained could do this much damage...".
"I’m looking at you, Mr. no alibi" Darrius smugly responds.
"I'd hoped you would have come up with a better suspect than a karate black belt in a high profile vigilante crusade...I have a class to attend to”.
“Don’t keep them waiting” Darrius says before leaving for his car.
“Arseface” Connor growls.
2pts. Environmental awareness: Attuned to your surroundings like a martial artist should be
Connor exits the Dojo long after the class was dismissed. He muses on how well his qualifier would go the following week as he rounds the corner when there seems to be one too few parked cars for midday in this part of town.
“Strange” he mutters, just outside of ‘Rapid Fire Kenpo Karate’ tended to have a lot of cars parked outside so they could go to the bar across the street. He clutches his gym bag tightly as he heads for a bus stop, trying to play things off. As he passes by an alleyway, Connor takes in a whiff of strong scented tobacco. He turns his head in time to see a hooded man rush him and bats him away with a push kick, smashing foot into the man's abdomen. He hits the floor with a thud but Connor was already looking around for a second attacker. He found several jump out of a van with guns. Connor ducks into the alley behind a dumpster but he realized he was outgunned.
“Don’t move” one of them shouts, Connor quickly recognizes the tone.
“I suppose this is what you’re using instead of a warrant Mr. Darrius?” Connor shouts out only to get the sound of a shotgun chambering a round.
“Get in the van Mr. black belt”. Connor could tell the man was desperate, being the smartest guy in the room he decided to not test his luck. Connor raises his arms and gets in the van.
2 pts. Iron will: A certain kind of resilience
“Tell us how you do it” Darrius demands to Connor. Two musclebound men punctuate the demand by striking Connor in the stomach.
"Ugh....you realize how crazy you sound right? This isn't exactly extracting a confession" Connor growls out, he was tied to a chair and he'd lost track how long the cop had been at this. As he’s beaten down it occurs to Connor that the two ‘helpers’ resemble cartel enforcers more than deputies,
“I’m onto you, the evidence points to that dojo of yours CJ and I’ll be damned if you don’t fit the profile’”
“It’s not actually mine...and I’m not really furry with claws and teeth. Also only friends get to call me CJ” Connor points out and in response Darrius lifts a shotgun and rifle butts him in the chest
"Let’s try out Karate Cub then”.
“No really, who came up with that one?” Connor moans out, defiant in the face of a shotgun.
“Cartel guys, I think that’s what they were calling you in Spanish, it’s meant to be insulting”.
“You’re really making a big assumption with that. Must have failed your psyche evaluation am I right?”
“I'm desperate, not crazy. For three months you've been on my ass, playing vigilante. The cartel guys want results or else. Now then...I'm gonna beat you about until your ribs shatter, then you're gonna admit you-"
"Admit that when the moon is full I become a man beast of legend?" he shouts out, getting hysterical.
4pts. Transformation: Faoladh or fiction?
"That cartel guys really rub me the wrong way? That I enjoy putting the fear of god into them as they run back across the border? That I'm really fine and that nothing short of a silver bullet will keep me down so breaking my ribs means jack shit?" Darrius and his enforcers were speechless at Connor’s outburst.
"I think he cracked" one of the men calls out.
"Gotta help me here Darrius, is that what you're hoping I'll admit?" Connor asks with a toothy grin, his eyes start to turn a shade of gold. The cop reaches for a shotgun nearby and one if the big thugs tries to grab Connor in a choke. He locks it in, but he takes a hard elbow to his gut. Connor powers out of the ropes with ease, giving a roar as he claws at the man. A hard punch knocks out the second man before he could do anything. He snatches away the shotgun with ease.
"Well ya got your facts mixed up a bit. Not sure where you got your research but you're close. Not completely right though…” Connor growls, rubbing his ribcage.
"What the hell are you?" Darrius stammers.
"4th Generation Irish-American, just like to help others. Also a werewolf of the Ossory flavor. Probably. Far from the homeland but a protector’s job is never done. As a cop, you understand”.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”
“Think all you want, you’re taking me to your middleman".
4 pts. Martial arts: Karate Cub lives
Darrius leads Connor to the front door of a cheap motel, trying to keep his cool.
“Disappointed?” Connor huffs.
“Scared shitless is more like it”.
“Crazier than a vigilante werewolf?” Connor threatens.
“I’m taking you to him aren’t I? We part ways after, got it?” Darrius responds. The door opens, Connor was in handcuffs. This guy was even bigger than the two guys that accompanied Darrius before. Connor is kicked down onto the floor. He sees one of the men reach for a machete. An uzi is drawn on Darrius.
“So much for option A” Connor mumbles before he leg sweeps cartel thug and jumps up. He shatters the handcuffs, in full wolf form now. He sniffs the rest out and goes to work. With his big paws, he side kick one man into another. The man with a machete stands back up in time to take a karate chop to the neck followed by a 1-2 punch which sends him into a table across the room. Darrius grunts when gunshot rings out. Connor ducks before sliding forward and hitting the gunman with a double-leg take down. A measured strike shatters his nose and the others run at the sight of the wolf.
“You’ll be alright” Connor huffs, seeing the bullet got Darrius right through the heart. Connor moved to begin first-aid, worried about him when sirens sound off outside. Darrius grins as he fades. “Oh ya fuckin’ cunt” he growls before jumping out the back window to escape.
(14 pts)
Bio:
In the Warehouse District, just outside a building labeled 'Warden's Office'. Officer Rick Jameson steps out of the squad car and speaks into his radio.
"This is Jameson, north entrance is secure. Nobody, man or wolf, is getting past us...yeah it’s a full moon out tonight, just hurry then". After signing off he rests against the car hood. His partner Roman Darrius looks over.
"I’d be more alert..." he mutters, keeping his Glock and a pair of binoculars close to him.
"A werewolf crime fighter? That's your biggest worry? I can believe these Mexican’s believe in this bullshit, but you? Internal Affairs is on our asses and we’re worrying about a werewolf in a karate suit?"
"I don't underestimate people. Politician’s are dangerous but they don’t leave a trail of corpses, a vigilante with a claws and a hair problem is not someone I want getting the drop on us".
"Hmm...big fish said this ain't your first rodeo with the wolf. I thought he was bullshitting".
“Thought or hoped?” Darrius snarks when their radio chatter came through, the meeting place was under attack. Darrius pulls Jameson into the car before motioning to the shotgun.
“If you see him blast him in the chest. Then the head” he calls over to Jameson who was taken aback by Darrius’ sudden determination. The drive is short, but they were too late to get a glimpse of the wolf; instead they saw the meeting room covered in cocaine and blood.
Personality:
Connor Jackson had his guard up as he eyed his targets. He sees three of them, waiting for movement; in the time it takes for one of them to finish exhaling spin Connor roundhouse kicks the first wooden board out of his student's hand, a follow up punch breaks another board held by an Orange Belt to the left of him, and in a quick twist Connor puts some spin on his heel and shatters the final with a tornado kick. The viewing crowd clap at the showcase and Connor bows, not once losing what those who train with him would call permanent grin.
"You’re sure make the CKC qualifier with moves like that CJ” a yellow-belt students call out.
“I do believe I will….now then, get to training you guys before Master Boyd comes back and sees you guys slacking off” Connor teases. He watches the students pair off with interest. Their Sensei had trained them well, he liked teaching as much as he did showing off but before he could start micro-managing one of the aids walks over to him.
“Uh, Mr. Connor sir. There are cops at the front door” he says, worried at what could be wrong. Connor quickly shakes his head.
“Alright Jimmy take over”. He answers the door with a wide smile.
“Officer Darrius...how nice".
"Mr Jackson, still hate cops?" He fires back.
"I don't hate cops...incompetence on any level annoys me...do come in though".
2 pts. Superior Mind: A smart jackass is the best kind
"I suppose it's pointless to ask if you've been keeping up with the incidents involving the Karate Cub?" Darrius asks. Connor can't help but chuckle.
"Really stupid name for a serial killer, press came up with the Cartel Mauler, go with that" he quickly points out.
"Vigilante Mr. Jackson, and why give him any good press am I right? A cool name would just encourage him" Darrius counters. Connor concedes to the point before he speaks.
"Well this is the third visit inside of two months so be surprised that I'm curious what this spree is all about".
"Fair enough. So, any updates since you're up to speed?"
"Don’t need updates. Novel idea, checking martial arts dojos I mean. This guy's a killer though. He might have a base in karate, but we teach people how to fight defensively, not in a round of Mortal Kombat. I’d have thought attacks under the full moon would be something to look into...given tonight’s the last one I imagine you’re on a deadline".
"I have my suspicions" Darrius responds coldly, not enthusiastic about Connors opinion.
"Nobody I've ever trained could do this much damage...".
"I’m looking at you, Mr. no alibi" Darrius smugly responds.
"I'd hoped you would have come up with a better suspect than a karate black belt in a high profile vigilante crusade...I have a class to attend to”.
“Don’t keep them waiting” Darrius says before leaving for his car.
“Arseface” Connor growls.
2pts. Environmental awareness: Attuned to your surroundings like a martial artist should be
Connor exits the Dojo long after the class was dismissed. He muses on how well his qualifier would go the following week as he rounds the corner when there seems to be one too few parked cars for midday in this part of town.
“Strange” he mutters, just outside of ‘Rapid Fire Kenpo Karate’ tended to have a lot of cars parked outside so they could go to the bar across the street. He clutches his gym bag tightly as he heads for a bus stop, trying to play things off. As he passes by an alleyway, Connor takes in a whiff of strong scented tobacco. He turns his head in time to see a hooded man rush him and bats him away with a push kick, smashing foot into the man's abdomen. He hits the floor with a thud but Connor was already looking around for a second attacker. He found several jump out of a van with guns. Connor ducks into the alley behind a dumpster but he realized he was outgunned.
“Don’t move” one of them shouts, Connor quickly recognizes the tone.
“I suppose this is what you’re using instead of a warrant Mr. Darrius?” Connor shouts out only to get the sound of a shotgun chambering a round.
“Get in the van Mr. black belt”. Connor could tell the man was desperate, being the smartest guy in the room he decided to not test his luck. Connor raises his arms and gets in the van.
2 pts. Iron will: A certain kind of resilience
“Tell us how you do it” Darrius demands to Connor. Two musclebound men punctuate the demand by striking Connor in the stomach.
"Ugh....you realize how crazy you sound right? This isn't exactly extracting a confession" Connor growls out, he was tied to a chair and he'd lost track how long the cop had been at this. As he’s beaten down it occurs to Connor that the two ‘helpers’ resemble cartel enforcers more than deputies,
“I’m onto you, the evidence points to that dojo of yours CJ and I’ll be damned if you don’t fit the profile’”
“It’s not actually mine...and I’m not really furry with claws and teeth. Also only friends get to call me CJ” Connor points out and in response Darrius lifts a shotgun and rifle butts him in the chest
"Let’s try out Karate Cub then”.
“No really, who came up with that one?” Connor moans out, defiant in the face of a shotgun.
“Cartel guys, I think that’s what they were calling you in Spanish, it’s meant to be insulting”.
“You’re really making a big assumption with that. Must have failed your psyche evaluation am I right?”
“I'm desperate, not crazy. For three months you've been on my ass, playing vigilante. The cartel guys want results or else. Now then...I'm gonna beat you about until your ribs shatter, then you're gonna admit you-"
"Admit that when the moon is full I become a man beast of legend?" he shouts out, getting hysterical.
4pts. Transformation: Faoladh or fiction?
"That cartel guys really rub me the wrong way? That I enjoy putting the fear of god into them as they run back across the border? That I'm really fine and that nothing short of a silver bullet will keep me down so breaking my ribs means jack shit?" Darrius and his enforcers were speechless at Connor’s outburst.
"I think he cracked" one of the men calls out.
"Gotta help me here Darrius, is that what you're hoping I'll admit?" Connor asks with a toothy grin, his eyes start to turn a shade of gold. The cop reaches for a shotgun nearby and one if the big thugs tries to grab Connor in a choke. He locks it in, but he takes a hard elbow to his gut. Connor powers out of the ropes with ease, giving a roar as he claws at the man. A hard punch knocks out the second man before he could do anything. He snatches away the shotgun with ease.
"Well ya got your facts mixed up a bit. Not sure where you got your research but you're close. Not completely right though…” Connor growls, rubbing his ribcage.
"What the hell are you?" Darrius stammers.
"4th Generation Irish-American, just like to help others. Also a werewolf of the Ossory flavor. Probably. Far from the homeland but a protector’s job is never done. As a cop, you understand”.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”
“Think all you want, you’re taking me to your middleman".
4 pts. Martial arts: Karate Cub lives
Darrius leads Connor to the front door of a cheap motel, trying to keep his cool.
“Disappointed?” Connor huffs.
“Scared shitless is more like it”.
“Crazier than a vigilante werewolf?” Connor threatens.
“I’m taking you to him aren’t I? We part ways after, got it?” Darrius responds. The door opens, Connor was in handcuffs. This guy was even bigger than the two guys that accompanied Darrius before. Connor is kicked down onto the floor. He sees one of the men reach for a machete. An uzi is drawn on Darrius.
“So much for option A” Connor mumbles before he leg sweeps cartel thug and jumps up. He shatters the handcuffs, in full wolf form now. He sniffs the rest out and goes to work. With his big paws, he side kick one man into another. The man with a machete stands back up in time to take a karate chop to the neck followed by a 1-2 punch which sends him into a table across the room. Darrius grunts when gunshot rings out. Connor ducks before sliding forward and hitting the gunman with a double-leg take down. A measured strike shatters his nose and the others run at the sight of the wolf.
“You’ll be alright” Connor huffs, seeing the bullet got Darrius right through the heart. Connor moved to begin first-aid, worried about him when sirens sound off outside. Darrius grins as he fades. “Oh ya fuckin’ cunt” he growls before jumping out the back window to escape.