Post by natedogg on Oct 16, 2017 1:11:13 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 Greyish Brown
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 wherever they happen to be. 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: Getting Money - Humor - Suits - Automobiles - Sitting back while Everyone else works for him - Rotting Meat - Dumpsters and Trashcans
Dislikes: Losing Money - The NCR - Poor People - Animals - Children - Dumb People - Anything slightly Inconvenient - Doing Manual Labor
Skills
Skills:
Bartering - Jimmy has been scamming people out of their money since he was 4 years old. Nothing gets past him when it comes to the universal language of money.
It is astronomically hard to even get Jimmy to buy anything, let alone con him. He likes to befriend and emotionally manipulate shopkeepers for discounts, and often only buys from people he explicitly trusts with caps. If he's hanging around in your store, you can almost guarantee the first words out of his mouth will be asking you for discounts or to pay-down your prices.
Speech - Jimmy has had a history of over 200 years-worth of talking people down. According to him, he once "scored a 9 with Charisma on a Vigor-Tester, and convinced the machine to give him a 10." However, his mutation has definitely knocked that down a peg. Pre-Mutation, he could talk you into handing over your social security number and convince you to throw yourself off of a 20 story building - but his charismatic attitude and once good looks have diminished since the whole Fly-Fiasco.
Persuasion - Jimmy is quite decent at getting stupid people to do what he says, but he finds himself stumped when given someone with an IQ over 100. Otherwise, he's not a terrible liar. He spins a good web of lies, but usually weasels out before anything gets complex or hard to manage.
Unarmed - He's decent during a fistfight, but that's mostly because his hands are misshapen, sharp appendages. His build is too frail and hunched to do anything really major, and he's easy to knock down.
Melee Weapons - Jimmy relies almost specifically on melee weaponry in combat, especially when he finds the enemy inferior to him. His trusty hatchet has yet to lead him wrong, but he's no swordsman. If his enemy gets the crazy idea to block one of his attacks, he might be done for.
Guns - Jimmy is a terrible shot, and hasn't even held a gun since the pre-war times. He relies on full-auto weaponry to get him by, as his aim is absolutely shit. He uses the confusion of combat as a crutch to flee.
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Traits:
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.
Fly Whisperer: Like a ghoul around ferals, Jimmy isn't attacked by, or shown hostility from mostly any mutated fly rolling around the wastes. From houseflies, to fruitflies, to bloatflies, they usually seem docile around him. Or in many cases, Jimmy hordes them in his livingspaces, and treats them like family, often having long, drawn out conversations with the pests. Almost like an obsession, almost every AC unit, electrical box, and vending machine around town is usually infested with them. Jimmy walks around with maggots in his pockets, and keeps his home filled with houseflies at all times, essentially turning the entire building into a fly colony. It's an odd, unseen connection, but Jimmy believes he can communicate with them. Often times, when he's alone, Jimmy will let bloatflies rest on his arm, or shoulder, like falcons.
He believes that every fly is their own person, with complex emotions and features that make them special. He refers to them as "The Cousins".
He seems to have individually named each one in his house, despite them all having a lifespan of roughly 28 days.
Equipment
Equipment/Gear:
Polished 10mm Submachine gun, Decorated in stickers.
Old Rusted Hatchet, with a splintered handle, rolled in duct tape.
Old Crowbar
Red Clip-on Tie.
Relations
Almost as Good as Me||A Real Coolio Fella||Real Neato||Pretty Okay||Meh.||Not My Favorite||Total Asshole||Drop Dead||Fuck you, bub.||
"The Cousins" - These fellas are my flesh n' blood! I've been hangin' out with the gang for a few generations now. They follow me everywhere, usually wherever I set up shop, or live at, they're around. Flyin' about. They're good people. Folks judge 'em too harshly, I say. They ain't "filthy", and they sure as shit ain't "pests". Flies are people too, ya know? Though, I'm really the only one they can talk to.
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 - Nice to see that she's still stickin' around. She's as funny as she was back in Greystone. And uh, as usual, she's got like 12 boyfriends right now, playin' hard to get on just about all of 'em. She's got a kid now, too. I guess I'm like an uncle now? I dunno. She told this "Doc" Guy that she was gonna marry him n' settle down, but I knew that shit wouldn't happen.They had a fallin' out, so now she's sayin' the same shit to Gus. I've heard her say the same shit to at least 3 other people.
I should really keep a journal to keep track on that. It changes every hour, I swear.
Anyways, I showed her my crib the other day. She got to meet my cousins. I think they got along well. It's nice to see that there's stability in this town, I guess.
She told me the whole roundabout with her backstory n' whatnot. Real sad stuff. Didn't figure anyone could actually trust me with that personal info, but hey, I'll take it. We've grown pretty tight, ya dig? We're like best palarinos.
If I see any a' her brothers walkin' around, though, I might kill 'em. I heard that they're a couple a'...
Interestin' characters.... so to speak.
Eli - He's Lilliana's baby. I think this makes me an Uncle??? I'm not entirely sure. A bit weird that he doesn't have a traditional Chink name like "Ping Pong Ring Rong Bing Bong". Anyways - he's not a very cute baby, I always thought they'd be less... Well - It's an ugly kid, but then again, It's Chinese.
Do I have to straighten my act out, now? Did I just become a possible role-model? How's it go again? Uhm...Don't do school, stay in drugs? I'm not very good at this.
Sun - Heh, didn't figure I'd ever see him after all this time. I knew 'im since Greystone - He's a real smart guy. He's been chillin' around in this new town. He's still all mysterious n' whatnot. Still a ghoul, too, but I'm startin' to think that doesn't wear off.
Sgt Steamroller - Aww, man, I never thought I'd see that rusty bucket a' bolts ever again! S'good to see the ol' bastard, even if he is just a robot. We ain't got enough Pre-War people marchin' around here, I say. Good to 'ave a little reminder that there used to be a better world buried under all this sand. 'Course, He's all anti-legion and anti-commie, so we get along pretty good. He calls me "Slim-Jim", which I ain't exactly happy about, but hey, I'll live with it.
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. I haven't actually asked anyone if he's still alive, and I don't think I really intend to. Solid fella, all 'round, but not really a guy I'd share a beer with.
Shitgut the Dog - Turns out the thing ain't so useless after alls. I think it's a trackin' dog, so I went ahead n' let it sniff some pre-war money, an' now it's givin' me dollar bills whenever it finds 'em. Guess I'll have to stop kickin' it for fun, now, though - seein' how it's not as dumb or meanin'less now.
Strange Trader - I dunno who the guy is...He set up shop, and accordin' to him, he's gonna visit weekly. He's not a bad salesman, but he's pretty easy to gyp into buying my garbage. Dumb as they come, clueless as they get. Feels like pre-war already, I got illiterate dumbasses fallin' over eachother just to buy my useless junk.
Fuckin'. Classic.
Roach - Total weirdo. Watches ovah' little Eli when Lilliana is out. Kinda gives me the creeps. He's got no people skills, and he's dumb as a brick. I would pawn off my junk on him, but he's poor as can be. He looks like a homeless man addicted to jet - and frankly, I'm pretty sure he is. Fits his nickname though. As a membah' of the insect community - I can tell ya. Roaches are fuckin' garbage.
Doc - He's kind of a loser. Standup guy, I guess, but he was tryin' to turn Lilliana into some kinda housewife, back when they were still a thing. He's basically a dentist with an ego problem. He fixed a splinter in my hand, so he's not completely useless, unlike most of the people in this shitty town. Frankly, though, he's not very interesting or intelligent, so I'm not sure why else he's here. He can read, to my knowledge, so there's that. Maybe he can die, so I can take all that pretty medical equipment he has behind his desk.
Jacky Boy, the Merc - Kinda disappointin' that he didn't keel over already. I'm guessin' he fled Greystone like me n' Lilliana did, so there's that goin' for him. At least, when he inevitably talks shit to the wrong badass raider-guy with a million different guns, I get to loot him. He seems to 'ave changed a lot since Greystone. Looks pretty kickass. Maybe I should hire him to beat the shit outta Gus for breakin' my deal. He did used to be a mercenary, after all. I hope his rates are cheap.
Jakub - 'Nother useless NCRboy. Stereotypical oversensitive, overviolent humie. When he hears somethin' he doesn't like - he gets mad and throws around threats. His tune changes real quick if ya bribe his superior officers, though. He can get bent.
Andrew Carlson: Eh? I 'aven't heard that name in a while. Guy was kind of an unlikable cunt when I knew 'im, still is. He can choke, for all I'm concerned.
Katherine - An irritatin' nag. She doesn't like the pet-names I give to most chicks, like "Doll-face", 'er "Toots", so I make sure to overuse 'em around her. Really makes her angry. Anyways, she tries to act all morally superior to everyone around her, so she definitely ain't my favorite person in town. Kind of a cunt. She got all mad one time when I tried to kick the dog, n' she threatened me at gun-point, so frankly, she can die, and quick - because I'm gettin' really tired of her existence. Maybe I'll pay someone to push her off a ledge. Seems good to me.
Gus - He's a pretty useless overall loser. Not much gumption, pretty weak of the mind and body, so to speak. He's got no real aspirations for anything, as far as I'm concerned, and he won't even try any of my Roach Gumbo. He's apparently one a' them Western-Whatever Rangers, before they merged with the NCR. So at least he ain't a complete waste a' space. Though, he could be a Great Khan for all I care. Heard he blew an injured guy's brains out without tryin' to help him. Seems typical for his type, so I ain't surprised there.
Apparently him n' Lilliana aren't a thing anymore? I really need to write this shit into a journal somewhere. She changes partners every 5 seconds. He's been actin' like a dick recently, can't figure out why. Sheng told me he was movin' town or some shit for a memorial. I think for his dad? I dunno - I couldn't give a shit if I tried.
Recently he broke a deal with me concernin' some very important trade. See, I traded in a Ham Radio to Lilliana for only 46 caps, on the condition that the additional 54 caps worth, I get to nullify by punching him in the face. See - I basically outselled myself 50 caps just to hit this guy in the nose, and he has the audacity to say "No"?
I'm gonna get back at him for that. Maybe I'll tell the NCR that he's a raider, or somethin'. Enough people around here don't like the whole "Ranger" thing, shouldn't be very hard to stir up a rumor.
Of course, I could always just clock him in the face while he's asleep; or better yet, pay someone else to do it.
I'll sink my entire god-damn life savin's into it if it means no one questions my business ethic again.
Dawson - He's some gross Southerner. I don't really respect anyone who was born from a border any more south than Kentucky. I'm surprised to find out that he isn't constantly wearing overalls and chucking empty beer cans at passerby's, but I'm still pretty sure he's livin' in a trailer, with a wife who's also his sister. He's pretty standoffish, and he's another loser who wears a facemask to hide his ugly insecurities, blah blah blah. Another edgy kid with an edgy helmet, runnin' from his frilly feelings. Not exactly what the wasteland needs. Pretty sure he's had a thing for Lilliana, but at this point, it's a challenge to count on my hands who hasn't.
More importantly - Confederates lost the war, remember? You can stop with the annoying accent, and just talk like a regular person.
I started callin' him "Cletus" to get the point across, so now he's callin' ME "Cletus".
Yeah, he's pretty fuckin' annoyin'. Grows on ya, but not in a good way. Grows on ya like a brain tumor. You don't want it there, it has teeth where teeth shouldn't be, it looks really fuckin' ugly, and it leaves you with a massive headache that you didn't ask for. That is frankly the best summary possible about the guy.
Overall, he's an irritatin' waste a' space who sits around all day bein' edgy, illiterate, and puttin' bayonets on things that don't need bayonets on them. I'm surprised that he doesn't own a pair of binoculars with a sabre strapped to it.
At this point, he might as well just start duct-taping bayonets onto other bayonets until he has a sword made out of 'em.
To conclude, He's southern, loud, irritating, and probably has the IQ of a house plant.
I've been waiting until he inevitably falls off of a bridge or trips over his own laces off a cliff, so I can loot him, but it hasn't happened yet, to my sincere surprise.
Get on with it, though, would'ja?
What's his Name? Darren? Diana? I think It's Darren... - I dunno. Either way, he's kind of an asshole. The typical over-sensitive fella with a gun. When I tell one a' my jokes, he likes to get all offended and threaten to kill me, usual shit I guess. I mean, I'm dealing with humans here, I don't know what I expected.
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. When you do that, you end up with the NCR. If I ever see his sorry, gas-masked ass again, I'm gonna fuckin' ice him.
The Sheng Family - Well, Excludin' my good pal Lilliana, her family is pretty shitty, ya know? I hear most of 'em are a bunch'a rapist weirdos, and whoever ain't that is just a regular ol' scumbag. Her brotha' in particular, Lars? Real jackass. Heh, I remember this one time where I almost shot him in the back while he was walkin' away. Guess that didn't turn out so great, c'nsiderin' I got tackled by some park ranger right afterward. Lars in specifics, though, is the only one I got to meet in my lifetime. Kind of a letdown, ya feel me? Guy was a total loser, overemotional jackass. Apparently he's like Lilliana's twin, but like - they're Asian.
They woulda looked identical if they were from two different sides of China.
Overall, from what I've heard, just about everything to come outta the Sheng bloodline other than Lilliana has been a worthless deadbeat.
They can frankly fall off the planet, for all I care. If I see 'em around these parts, I'm killin' em. Accordin' to what I've heard, though - Lars has been creepin' around these parts.
I'm gonna ring that little chink's neck, mark my fuckin' words.
Zoey Dubois - A real piece a' shit that used to bother me all the time before Greystone fell. Caused a big political ruckus, tried to run me outta town. She nevah' liked me from the start. Guarantee you it was because I was a mutant. Other than that, I'm sure she just hated that someone else had a different political opinion than her. She was like that...Real crazy about her opinions. Total extremist - Total zealot - Total fanatic. Really boiled her good if you talked shit about the NCR. Pretty sure she kept a poster of Kimball to sacrifice lambs to, or some shit. She was a crazy, no-good bitch, through n' through. Acted like a fuckin' freak, constantly dronin' on about the glories of the NCR. "Kimball this", "NCR that", "Blah Blah Blah". She treated everyone that wasn't NCR like shit. Called us Tribals, n' Raiders.
I heard later on that she went on a miniature murder spree because of her own paranoia. I wasn't surprised, as she really only used her NCR position as fuel to be a constant piece of shit to everyone and anyone in her vicinity. I think her and Ryan used to be a thing, but all I know now, is that I'm glad she's gone. Truly, she was the embodiment of the cancer that is the NCR. I hope she died. I heard rumors that she did - but she was a real crafty cunt. The slimiest a' the slimiest. I doubt she really croaked...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. Burn in hell, would'ja?
You'll always have a place in my heart, as the worst fucking human being I've ever met.
"Vinny Faligio" - Eugh... Vinny. I knew that guy before the bombs dropped. Real piece a' shit. I've got this itchin' feelin' that he's still out there, lookin' for my sorry ass...
Well, Tough luck, Vinny. Faligio family's been dead for 200 years, and I'm in Cali, now. You ain't gonna get that 980 thousand back, bub. Still, I just got this bad feeling in my gut, that the blast didn't kill ya, and you're as alive as ever. ...But, you ain't never gonna find me. I'm across the country, now.
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Factions:
Traders and Merchants - I like to consider myself an integral part of the New Delta economy. If it weren't for me, who else would be sellin' dumbass travelers a bunch a' garbage? See? Exactly.
Followers of the Apocalypse - Lots a' educated people. Doctors, n' lawyers, n' scientists. They're like, a humanitarian society, or somethin' - and just like helpin' people out. We need more folks like that, I say. Though, they're pretty resistant to buying my "homemade medicine", so they make a weak tradin' partner, at least in my case.
Caesar's Legion - They ain't done nothin' to me, an' I ain't done nothin' to them. I could deal without the whole "lash the impure on a cross" thing, and the Roman Empire shtick gets old pretty fast. But hey, who am I to judge? They seem pretty okay with tradin', as long as it ain't done with Chems or Alcohol. They seem sure as shit better than the NCR - In ideology, management, and combat. Gettin' put to shame by a man with a machete, while wearin' Sporting Goods, a Skirt, and Dinner Plates has got to be humiliating. Gotta say, I'd prefer livin' under Caesar than under Kimball.
Also, it's pronounced Kai-Sar. I know a lotta you dumbasses these days don't understand the complexities and importance of language, but they're goin' for an Ancient Roman thing, not Church Latin. When people say his name like they're talkin' about salad, it just pisses me off. The man is a literal warlord, not lettuce.
Great Khans - They're a bunch of Mongolian LARPers. Like Caesar's Legion, but a lot more vengeful, n' brutal. I kinda like the whole "Nomadic" thing. Makes trading good, I'm sure. Pretty sure they have a big picture of Genghis Khan in the center of town they all jerk it to, considering how weird they all are. Everything is about, like, horses, n' hordes, n' raiding... It's organized crime, but not nearly as fashionable. Any enemy of the NCR is a friend a mine, though. They make good Mercenaries, from my experience. Pretty plentiful and cheap, if you want someone's shit kicked in.
Raiders - Now, don't get me wrong, 80% of the people I've killed so far are Raiders. But I get it. Y'know? Down on your luck, find a bunch a' drugs, make a bunch a' money, wear a bunch a' leather...Wear disembodied hands on your belt? Okay, I don't get all of it, but I understand the sentiment. Beatin' people to death for money isn't as hard as you'd think - and it's not exactly unprofitable. I've met a lot a' raiders, shot most of 'em, but the ones I didn't shoot were pretty cool people. They're generally pretty gravely, rough 'round the edges, but they're good folks at heart, I think. Make good allies, and make really good drinkin' buddies.
I remembuh' back in the day, in Greystone, it was around Thanksgivin', when they invited us up into their cave. We sat, n' ate a bunch a' food, talked a lot. It was like a ceasefire. A truce, ya know?
They ain't all bad.
Powder Gangers - Alright, well, they're pretty much a collective of scumbags and thugs. My kinda people. I've done some deals with 'em out west on a few occasions, but more often than not, they're like decafinated mobsters. Twice as unorganized, Thrice as stupid. They're all ex-convicts who escaped through a mineshaft with only Dynamite, so it's not like I expected 'em to be scholars, but c'mon. They're the kinda folks who would shoot you in the face for a pack a' smokes. Still, I can respect a gang a' criminals, especially if they're against the NCR. They ain't exactly trustworthy, but if ya find yourself havin' to make an alliance with 'em, I'd go for it.
New California Republic - I. Hate. The NCR. They're basically overgrown raiders in uniforms.
They put trigger-happy, corrupt pieces a' shit in officer positions, and anyone with half a brain or enough self-respect not to blow a child's brains out gets stuck on guard duty as a private, forever. It's a shit deal for everyone involved. Though, I can respect an organization's dependence on money, the whole "bribery" thing is a load a' horseshit. Lilliana has basically been "donating" a bunch a' caps to the Corporal just to get them to leave us alone. I figured I'd pay it back to her, so I took their Ham Radio n' sold it to her.
I've had a lotta shitty run-ins with the NCR. They keep taxin' me n' my friends, they keep murderin' innocents and then lootin' em... Zoey was a shinin' example a' that. Tried to run me outta town over political bullshit, and then the NCR in Greystone replaced the Mayor with that "Law" guy, who was basically suckin' their dicks 24/7. Total NCR puppet. She ended up murderin' people and then lootin' their dead bodies for fun, callin' em "Raider Trash". I was good friends with 2 of her murder-victims.
When you call 'em out on their bullshit, they tuck their tail between their legs and tell you it was a "Miscommunication", or an "Error".
Fuck off with that bureaucratic shit. I'll take anarchy over that garbage.
Kimball can suck a dick n' drop dead.
Background
(Jimmy Romano, recently released from a 3-year prison sentence. Picture taken sometime during 2052)
Born in Trenton New Jersey during May of 2029, 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, the occasional run-in with the mob, and a life spiraling quickly down the tubes, Jimmy found himself working at a Trashy Used Car Dealership at age 23, 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".
Since the fall of Greystone, however, Jimmy has found himself back with the old gang, after a long while of searching. He was late to the party, but according to him, it won't stop him from being the life of it.
His time in Greystone was a story of politics, war, and eventual mass-fleeing. Another story will open itself soon, and hopefully, it doesn't end as quickly as before.