Post by unit894 on Dec 31, 2013 15:36:40 GMT -5
Character Name:Alistair Jennings
Nickname(s):The Gent
Race:Human
Sex:Male
Age:35
Birthplace:Somewhere in the Mojave
Height:5”11”
Weight:180lbs
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Black
Hair Style:Very Scruffy
Facial Hair:A gentleman's mustache, hidden by dirt and stubble
Skin Color:Pale
Build:He once had a very well-maintained physiche, and although the muslces remain, he is now skinny and under-fed.
Distinguishing Features:He always wears his tatty old suit
Profession:Underprivileged Gentleman
Skills: Speech, Melee Weapons, Hand-to-hand
Training:Taught manners and etiquette
Other Abilities:Self-trained English accent
Apparel:White Glove Society Attire, Black Top Hat (Both of which are filthy, torn and dishevelled)
Weaponry: Dress Cane, Straight Razor, 9mm Pistol
Other Equipment:Pocket Watch, Leather Black Notebook, Fountain Pen
Affiliation:L.U.G.
Religious Belief:Atheist
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationship Status: Single (Has a number of female ‘Servants’)
Personality:Polite, ‘proper’, manipulative, power hungry
Alistair was one of the original members of the tribe that existed before the White Glove society. His natural opportunistic, power hungry demeanor meant that Alistair was one of the first people to push for the gang to accept houses offer. He went above and beyond what most of the other members did to 'civilize' themselves, he even went so far as to teach himself to talk using an English Accent using old audio files he found in the Ultra Luxe. The accent sounded nicer upon the ears compared to his rough Mojave accent, so he decided it would be wise to learn it.
His duty as an Enforcer for the tribe before carried on into his role in the White Glove society. It was his duty to 'encourage' upset gamblers to pay what they owed to the Casino, and 'persuade' undesirables to exit the premises. He did this job, as well as other random duties until a group of other Society members, jealous of Alistair's position and status, framed him for the murder of several very rich guests staying at the casino. Their plan was successful, and Alistair was disgraced and kicked out of the Society and the Strip.
He was forced to roam the streets of Freeside with the other bums. For the first week or so, he refused to speak to them, or scavenge or beg, that was for people under him. Naturally, he starved himself, and was forced to bed and scrabble with the rest of them. As he slowly lost his old sense of being 'better than everyone else', hammered into his brain by the White Glove Society, he was introduced to the Homeless people's underworld. He was exposed to the communities of Hobo's living in the winding alleys and destroyed buildings if Freeside and Westside, he was even brought into the sewers, where he shared rat meat with his fellows and watched a match at the Thorn.
Eventually, a plan started to form in his head. What he had before him was an army of desperate people, all they needed was a brave and just leader, and they would flock to a cause and defeat any masked idiot's in their way. What he needed to do was make himself known to the community as a helpful, good person that really wanted to make the lives of the homeless better. He began this theory immediately. He helped his fellow bums whenever he could, he would assist in building shacks, share food, or just talk to them about their worries and fears, be they hallucinated or real.
Alistair took on the persona of The Gent, a benevolent millionaire brought down on his luck by the evil and corruption of The Strip. He slowly brought the idea of overthrowing the casinos and taking the Strip for themselves. This was taken lightly as a joke at first, but as The Gent spoke of it more passionately, people slowly started to believe that it could actually done. The Gent began organizing large rallies and speeches, completely secret and generally held in the sewers, where he wove a tale of a great revolution, throwing the oppressors from their mighty thrones, and taking the riches themselves.
He gained a great a great following of those that believed that he could actually do it, and The Gent set to work. He knew he would never be able to beat the Family's of the strip with baseball bats and switch blades, he would have to upgrade as best he could, and that meant money. He started sending out tea,s to rob people in Freeside and Westside of anything valuable. The Gent knew that if they were discovered by anyone, then the Kings or the Securitrons would wipe them out. To make sure there would be no chance of people finding out, The Gent only kept a small number of very close-nit friends and allies in the loop at any one time. All of his plans and ideas he would write down in his little black note-book, with his fancy fountain pen, which he had to have people constantly find ink for.
Eventually, The Gent realized that he would need some sort of skilled fighting force other than the ex-NCR he had within his current force. To fix this, he made a very unstable alliance with the Scorpion gang of Westside, promising them their own Casino if they helped him when the final coup came.
The Gent still controls the hordes of bums that reside outside of the Strip from his secret fort among the ruined buildings of Freeside, planning his moves, biding his time until the revolution can truly happen.