Post by Smiley on Oct 23, 2022 6:34:10 GMT -5
<Mikey Shpitz>
Other Names:– Alex Churchland, Joel Miller, Markus Malloy, Frank Mozart, Manuel Sousa, Pedro Rodriguez, Marty Armstrong, André de Silva, Rodrick Nunes, Paul Badman, Philip Andrada, Daniel Grind, Jason Pike, Jessie Mack, Hugo Leopardi, Ronnie Meeks, etc.
Epithet:– Handyman
Height:– 5'6.
Build:– Light, meek frame. Very lightly toned, looks much younger than he actually is.
Age:– 26
Gender:– Male
Race:– Human
Occupation:– Cleaner/Errand Boy/Mailman/Human Trafficker/Trafficker/Peddler/Assassin/Spy/Tax Evader
Bounty/Rank:– None
Total X-Poinz:– 300
Used X-Poinz:– 0
Total Rebate:– 0
Used Rebate:– 0
Earned X-Poinz Record:–
- +300 (Starting XPz)
-0
Rebate X-Poinz Record:–
- +0
-0
Personality
Fast-talking, fast-thinking! Mikey is an ambitious young man constantly living one step ahead of the present, always trying to get himself ahead of the grain in the eternal rat race of 'hustling'. This turns him into a hard-worker, yes, but also opens the way for a whole ton of underhanded methods and personality traits.
For starters, Mikey is a greedy rat. No moral is unbreakable and no moral lacks a price tag, his included! Human trafficking, peddling harmful goods, torture, murder, lollygagging!? As long as the pay is good, he'll do anything and everything, though if the situation becomes too dangerous to justify the pay he's receiving, he better get a guaranteed bonus or he'll turn tail at the drop of a hat!
Not to say that he's unprofessional. If things go as expected or, at least, don't deviate too hard from the agreed contract, Mikey is a professional, straight-forward employee who puts his all into doing things and doing them well. Anything and everything, quality is his only guarantee and, prizing his own reputation and integrity above the lives of other people, he'll do everything to see it maintained, even to the point of rejecting hefty counter-offers from his victims.
Opportunism, professionalism and integrity allow him to work for and with anyone. Government contracts, marine compromises, pirate cooperations, revolutionary assistance and simple issues between civilians, there is not a soul that he won't work for or with. Money, after all, has no prejudice!
This isn't limited to only himself: this opportunism also manifests itself in the way he tends to analyze others and take notes of special/interesting people he thinks he should note, so that he may use (or attack) them at a later date.
This professionalism makes him extremely cold, however. A job's a job, not his personal life or a hobby. Fighting, killing, maiming, raiding. All of it is done in an emotionless, methodical and efficient manner, leaving no space for frivolities like emotions to take over, aside from extreme rarities.
Work isn't everything.
Not at all!
Outside of work, Mikey is a friendly, upbeat young man that lives for the thrill of a good party, the passion of a good romance and the laughter after a good joke! No one is safe from being his friend whether you want it or not! What part of this is real and what part of this is just his opportunism and need to keep his work-self kept a secret is up for debate.
Not only that, but he does have hobbies of his own, believe it or not. Though a good deal of them often are used in his line of work, they were already things he enjoyed doing back when he was a young boy. Being someone of various talents and no real 'masteries', Mikey has, to say the least, accrued a whole lot of hobbies.
Starting from his deep, well practiced love for dressing up and acting: the frilly stuff, the gothy, the preppy, princess-like, sir-like, mafia boss, bunny girl, anything and everything goes! Dressing himself up as all sorts of people and characters gives him the ability to, even if it's for a short time, be someone else and live someone else's life and story. Through the clothing, the make-up and method acting, he also engages in his deep love for acting. In fact, he secretly hopes that, one day, he may become a professional actor as well.
Mikey also enjoys a good party trick. All of them, actually. Card tricks, juggling, magic tricks, everything goes! At its core, Mikey adores the art of sleight of hand and, on his free time, often finds himself practicing that skill, from innofensive ways like entertaining some local children to more nefarious purposes like stealing someone's wallet/coin pu rse from right under their nose.
Art is also something he enjoys practicing, though often grows frustrated over it due to his perceived lack of skill. Still, art calms down his nerves to the point where he finds it therapeutic, especially after a particularly tough job. His favorite style of art are realistic landscapes!
Stamps! So many islands, so many postal services, most of which have their own stamps! A little hobby he picked up to help himself remember where he had been before, he has turned it into his mission to have a most wonderful and complete stamp collection that can make any collector envious.
Finally, though it isn't exactly an hobby, Mikey absolutely adores board and card games. In fact, any sort of 'game' time-waster is very much welcomed by him, as anything that helps pass the empty time between jobs is very useful.
Appearance
What appearance won't he take? Mikey, knowing he has to be constantly on the run from the authorities and rival underworld entities, is often donning all sorts of different outfits to keep himself hidden away. Usually this means that he'll dress himself in whatever garments helps him fit in best with locals, though he's also not against wearing flamboyant clothing just to stand out and 'hide in plain sight'. This means that, sadly, he has no actual fashion of his own or clothing he prefers to use, though he's still known to don a proper three-piece suit when talking business.
When working, though, clothing is important, since it's all branding. To fit in with the image of a morbid 'handyman', he'll dress himself in loose-fitting, dark colored rags that help obfuscate his silhouette whenever he's working, dirtied black leather shoes, any pair of gloves and nothing to cover his head.
In terms of his physical appearence, the normal Mikey, when not disguised as someone else, which is an exceptional rarity, is a boyish-looking guy with messy hair, freckles and an 'innocent' smile. With a fair complexion and a meek stature, he's often mistaken as a teenager, a fact that he loves abusing for his own gain.
Traits
Fleet-Footed! (Speed)
The early bird gets the worm and so does the smuggler! Running errands, running from authorities, running from gangs and disgruntled spouses, Mikey has done a whole ton of running and jumping and continues to do so. This has led him to becoming naturally much faster and agile than a normal man, so that he can always keep ahead of those that chase him.
Workhorse! (Stamina)
Day after day of nonstop working, keeping watch on a target, cleaning bodies, carrying said bodies, keeping someone pinned down and those grueling nights of torture against the annoying pests that just refuse to break. The life of a bottom of the barrel hustler simply isn't easy, which has given Mikey the unwavering stamina to keep him working for a very long time.
Powerhouse! (Strength)
Carrying bodies, carrying merchandise, subjugating victims and fighting off their families at the same time, it all takes a strong man to do a tough job! So, while he doesn't look like it, Mikeys' muscles are terrifyingly compact, much like a lesser primate, allowing him an output of strength that someone as normal and lithe-looking as him should never be able to put out.
Fighting Styles
Name:– Professional's Methods.
Focus:– Methodical and efficient brutality.
Class:– E
Description:– Professional's methods is all about the user using whatever and everything they have, from weapons, to objects to their own bodies to neutralize a target as brutally as possible. These methods aim to not only beat down their victims but also send a message not only to them but other witnesses, all part of the professional's branding!
Background
Undertakers! Red Light Districts! Banking, Slaves and so much more!
The underworld's a fantastic place, is it not? A land of dreams and opportunity, disconnected from the illegitimacy of the World Government that constantly puts down those it does not deem worthy of rising in the social ladder, the government that taxes as it sees fit to feed the bellies of those weird astronauts they call nobles. The underworld is so much better. So much sweeter. Be bad enough, make enough friends and do enough business and, soon enough, those wild dreams become mundane realities!
Money! Women! Men! The rainbow in between! Substances, Food, Alcohol and the unholy mix of all of them at the same time! This is what I wish for! This is what I LIVE for! I won't go down as another goon dressed in pajamas, serving a guy named after a bird, no matter how cool he may be! I know for a fact that his 'big strong guy' has the voice of a chipmunk, there's no way I'd ever serve that. I'd laugh too hard and that's how dad died. Rest in piss, idiot.
No, I am Mikey Shpitz and, on my name, I will leave my homeland of Dressrosa behind, as well as the legacy of servitude that my family has gone through with first serving the king as bottom of the bin guards, then as bottom of the barrel goons for a pirate who'd then become one of the big heads of the Underworld when I was sixteen! I will follow my desires and rise above and beyond it all as the ultimate contractor! I will have the fame and money I desire, I will have the world at my feet, begging me to work for them! I will bleed their coffers dry for the precious, top-quality services I'll provide!
Fuck being a normie, fuck being a goon! There'll be no one above me in the free world of crime!
[...]
The young man looked at the letter he had just read to himself while standing alone in a nondescript area. By the way he had read it and was looking up from it, towards the small campfire he had camped by, it was a letter he had written by himself, for himself. A declaration of his goals and dreams, to be free, powerful and famous like no other. This letter, however, could not survive. He was still on the lowkey and his name wasn't Mikey anymore. So, he crumpled the letter and, silently, dropped it into the flames, watching them burn.
"Written with burning desire, sealed by flame. Philosophical as shit."
