Post by natedogg on Nov 16, 2016 5:27:13 GMT
Jimmy "Lucky" Romano
Occupation: Odds and Ends Seller, Usually found pawning snake oils to gullible traders
Birth Place: Trenton, New Jersey
Height: 5,4 (Including the noticeable Hunch)
Weight: 127 Lbs
Age: 258
Hair: Black Toupee Totally Real hair
Eye Color: Blackish-Red.
Skin: Dark Grey / Caucasian
Build: Pear-Shaped and Hunched
Notable Features: Giant Fly Head, Sleazily Dressed, Consistently Oozing Mucus from his Face-Appendage.
Personality
Personality & Traits:
Apathetic: Jimmy finds himself incapable to care for most other people - he looks up at others as role-models, to better shape himself, but more often than not, his mentality is based around self-interest. A person is measured on how trustworthy or of worth they are to him, rather than on an emotional level. There are exceptions, but they are few and far between.
Usually, when presented with a human being killed, being threatened by a human, or even being attacked by a human, Jimmy underestimates and frankly disregards the situation greatly, and has little to no worries at all. (That is, until the bullets start flying.)
Morbidly Curious: Jimmy's behavior and general antics almost always stem directly off of a "I wonder what will happen if I do/say this". He finds amusement in antagonizing various people - usually through sarcastic and cynical banter, more or less, just for shits and giggles. He knows he'll eventually mouth off to the wrong guy, but that time hasn't come yet, so he's trucking along like it won't.
Greedy: The way Jimmy sees it - Is that he's out for himself. He'd personally like things to be under different circumstances, he'd much rather be conning people out of their hard-earned caps in a civilized society rather in a brutal wasteland, but he not only accepts, but intends to capitalize off of the chaos of the wastes.
When worse comes to worse, it is likely that Jimmy will be seen flying away in a flash, gripping his riches tightly.
Separation from Humanity: Almost always, Jimmy finds little to no hope or remorse for human beings. More specifically, he finds their individuality, constant turmoil, and internal conflicts to be stupid and hindering to the progress of Humanity as a species. He's mentally separated himself from the idea of humanity and hates the idea of being compared to such. He's taken a liking to various human beings, and would dare to refer to a few of them as friends, but he finds the basics of human nature to be absolutely ridiculous. From emotions, to the unwillingness to cooperate, Jimmy expected the Human race to already reorganize into colonies, kingdoms and medieval-esque societies by now. He's more than dissapointed to hear that nothing has changed in over 200 years.
Legal Status: Had a Considerably large Criminal Record before the Great War, from fraud, to tax evasion and even Stabbing a man in the Neck in a K-Mart Parking lot, but since then he Hasn't done much besides pestering the Various NCR-men around Greystone. As for his legal status with the NCR, Jimmy was previously listed as an NCR citizen for exactly 17 seconds before voluntarily revoking it himself.
Current Goals: Getting Rich off of stupid people dumb enough to buy his snake oils.
Likes: The Concept of Wealth, Personal Gain, Sarcasm, Communities and Societies instead of individuals, Hive-Like Mentality, His Fly Counterpart.
Dislikes: The Individuality of Humans, The Basics of Human Nature, Human Emotions, His Human Counterpart, The Concept of Poverty.
Skills
Skill:
Professional Cowardice: Jimmy Proves to be quite the runner when approached with danger, regularly fully integrating his entire body and mind into fleeing.
Sleazy Businessman-ship: Jimmy has Over 200 years worth of used cars salesmanship - and with it, some good sales and diplomacy tactics.
Mutated Weaponry: Jimmy finds himself with not the largest stockpile of weapons in the wasteland, and frequently takes alternative measures. He especially enjoys weaponizing his Acidic Mucus, effectively shooting it as a projectile. He will almost always use it to blind and confuse his adversaries, almost always going for the eyes. In addition, Jimmy's pincer-esque grabbers can prove quite effective, and can prove to be a good replacement to the average switchblade.
Animalistic Fighting Tactics: When Jimmy can't run, and is forced to fight, he makes good usage with savage melee weapons and in-close, violent combat. He's not too shabby with a hatchet, and frequently uses it in combination with his mucus. His fighting tactics revolve around blinding and surprising the enemy, before attempting to slash at their weakest points in the confusion, often propelling himself forward with his wings for a more effective hit. Although his general attitude and nature say the opposite, Jimmy takes any advantage in combat he can muster, no matter how deplorable or unhonorable those tactics may be.
Equipment
Equipment/Gear -
Polished 10mm Submachine gun, Decorated in stickers.
Old Rusted Hatchet, with a splintered handle, rolled in duct tape.
Red Clip-on Tie.
Relations
Almost as Good as Me||A Real Coolio Fella||Well Received||Pretty Okay||Meh.||Not My Favorite||Total Asshole||Drop Dead||Fuck you, bub.||
Rodrik Reeves - He was a real big brother figure throughout my life in Greystone, but I haven't seen him since it fell. I hope he's alright. You didn't hear this from me, but I almost care about the guy. We went way back, and were pretty solid friends since we met. I always figured he had his doubts about me, but I like to think he's proud that I've managed not to die thus far. Wherever he is, I hope he ain't dead.
Lilliana Sheng - Hey! Turns out the Broad ain't dead after all! That's some real neato news, if you ask me. We're pretty good palarinos, it's nice to see a human being with a sense of actual humor. We go way back, to Greystone in fact. Before it fell, we were real good Amigos. Hearin' that she's still walkin' around is nothin' but music to my ears, eh?
Sun - Heh, didn't figure I'd ever hear about him again. He's a real smart guy, and I heard he's been chillin' around in this new town. He's still all mysterious n' whatnot, I'm sure.
Ryan Danes - I haven't seen 'im since the Fall of Greystone, but I don't really miss him too much. He ain't really a bad guy by any means, but it's not like we were pals. If he's alive, oh well, an' if he's dead, that's that.
Jack Whats-His-Face - Huh, I thought he died durin' the Raid on Greystone. Guess he bailed like me n' Chopsticks did.
Lawrence "Law" Anderson - Some fella I used to know before Greystone fell. He was kind of a dick, but I doubt I'll ever see him again. He used to be Sheriff, or Mayor, or whatever of Greystone, but as soon as the raiders came, he fled like a fuckin' coward. And this is comin' from me. Then again, I'm not a fuckin' Sheriff. I know my role. You ain't supposed to give a coward a Badge, a Gun, and a sense of Self-Entitlement.
Zoey Dubois - A real piece a' shit that used to bother me all the time before Greystone fell. I'm glad she's gone, she was the embodiment of the cancer that is the NCR. I hope she died. The only real shame that woulda' come outta that, is that I wouldn't be able to loot 'er, n' throw her remains into a fuckin' ditch.
Background
Born in Trenton New Jersey and living a generally Sheltered life besides being a Lower-Middle-Class family, Jimmy Romano always seemed to be in the wrong crowd, and through a good deal of bad choices and a life spiraling quickly down the tubes, Jimmy found himself working at a Trashy Used Car Dealership at age 20, as he dropped out of School before he was even 17. He came into the job new and hopeful (and fresh out of prison), but by age 48 and still a floor manager, there wasn't much he had going for him. He spent most of his job conning old people into buying clearly broken down vehicles in exchange for a measly paycheck. His life was stagnant, every single day being as mundane and useless as the last. No change in the slightest. He had no friends, no family, and no love interests. Whatever time he had spare instead of work or sleep he spent watching Television and cramming his face with junk food.
On October 23, 2077, Jimmy was selling a barely drivable vehicle to an Old Couple, who were planning on buying a New Car and then moving to Florida to live out their golden years. Whilst listing the features of the Car and demonstrating its various fixtures like mirrors, new fangled seat-belts, and the padded steering wheel, Romano noticed an odd smell coming from the back seat. As he opened the door, he realized a cat had crawled under the seats and promptly died there. The entire car was filled with flies. As Jimmy stepped into the vehicle to investigate and try and call the old couple back, Ear-piercing explosions rang out in the distance, and fallout engulfed the dealership in the matter of seconds. Before Jimmy could realise what had happened, the car door was slammed shut with the force of the irradiated winds blasting through the facility. The Old couple were annihilated in a flash, their mangled corpses rocketed through the air and the car was flung across the lot from the sheer force of the explosion.
When the car struck the ground again, Jimmy held his head in agony, barely able to keep consciousness. As he slowly began to get up, a loud rumbling came from the engine compartment. The Clunky, Chinese Knockoff Atomic Engine began erupting in a nuclear explosion, and, followed by the fallout, combined with the abundance of flies, all caused an extreme reaction. As the car's atomic compartments exploded in a mess of radioactive goo, engulfing the entire vehicle, Jimmy unknowingly merged DNA with the flies in the car, combining every attribute into a single organism. Jimmy walked out of a steaming, glowing pile of Metal and Rubber feeling light headed. What had only been about 10 seconds for him, was actually over 200 years. The Radioactive goo had engulfed the entirety of the vehicle, and kept him encased and comatose, protected from the harsh wastelands.
His transition from 48 year old Loser with no aspirations in life to a Mutant was short and sweet. The way he saw it was, if he was nothing in his past life, maybe he can be something in this one. Of course, that isn't stopping him from conning innocent people out of their money, but since when has that ever been an issue on his conscience?
Since then, Jimmy uses his old experience as a Floor manager at a Used Cars Dealership to con off obviously useless objects to anyone dumb enough to buy them.
He's usually seen sitting at a hobbled together stand, selling jars filled with "Magic Sand", or selling rocks as "Talismans and Peace Keepers".