Post by REINHARDT J. POOL on Aug 6, 2013 23:24:52 GMT -5
REINHARDT J. POOL
AGE: 50
GENDER: All man, baby.
NICKNAMES: Big Guy, Ape man, Pool, Sir
MEMBER GROUP: Spacer
BRIEF HISTORY:
Robelard Pool was a drinker and hard case. That didn't stop him from being a charming man. Charming enough to get one Miss Ondine Liebowitz to fall for him and eventually marry him. Well, the marrying part came after they found out she was having his child. Mr. Liebowitz, Ondine's father, made sure that Rob made an honest woman out of her. Maybe that was why Rob turned more to the drink, more to cards, more to whatever skirt would give him the time of day. He never said so, only because he didn't say much to the kid, but Reinhardt always thought his father blamed him for his state in the world. Life on the planet of Verbena was tough. Tougher than it should have been by some accounts. There wasn't much in the way of work that didn't involve a lifetime of back pain and calloused hands. And most folks in that position feel they're destined for something better.
Robelard Pool blamed his family for keeping him on Verbana.
Ondine Pool-Liebowitz blamed her father for making her marry a louse of a man.
Reinhardt Pool blamed no one for his lot in life, but knew for damned sure he wasn't going to stick around any longer than he had to.
So, at the age of 15, after getting into a fist fight with his father long after his mother had run off; Reinhardt Pool took off on the first freighter that would have him. From then on, it was the spacers life for him. He learned quick to be mean to match his growing size. Ship captains quickly saw that he would be a useful sort, looking the way he did and it gave him ample opportunity to get work and experience. He hopped from ship to ship, wherever the next payday came from.
His longest stint was on a ship called The Ebony and Ivory. This was Pool's first true run-in with a bloodthirsty bunch of miscreants and hooligans. A pirate ship in everything but name, this is where Pool found his true calling as a fighter. Looting and pillaging (and worse) The Eb and Ive gained a reputation in the Black as a ship to avoid. It also gained a list of warrants and a target across their hull. They ran afoul of an Alliance Cruiser by the name… Something with an "L." Pool can never quite recall. It came to close quarter fighting and, once it looked like things were going south for the pirates, Pool fought and bit and killed his way to an escape pod.
Since then, Pool has kept away from the ships that get reputations like The Eb and Ive. Not that he has any reason to believe that the Alliance is looking for him. Far from it. He just recognizes the benefits to keeping a low profile. Also, and he'd never say this out loud, but he's getting on in years and, really, he's just too old for that shit.
FACE CLAIM: Ron Perlman
EYE COLOR: Ice Blue
HAIR COLOR: Gray
OTHER FEATURES: The veteran of many fights, scuffles, brawls and battles; Pool's body is criss crossed with scars. He also has several poorly aged tattoos, his favorite being a redhead knockout on his right forearm whom he affectionately refers to as "Charlotte."
GENERAL: Big, bad, tough and mean, Pool has lived a long hard life surviving the Black and all it's terrors by becoming one himself. He's wholly in it for himself and for the next payday; so the good thing is, his loyalty can be bought and he ain't that expensive. Bad side of that is that he doesn't feel bad switching sides if it looks like the tide is going to turn. But he's flexible. Whatever looks to be best for him in the short term. Long term mostly escapes him, he's not exactly an idea guy. But if you point, he'll go down swinging and you'll be damned sure he gets up first. If you can get past his rugged exterior, and boy is it rough, you might find a guy worth being your friend. You sure as hell want him on your side in a fight.
WEAKNESSES: Public relations: Pool is exuberant, bold, crass, rude and all in all a total asshole. And the thing is is that he knows it and doesn't care. He likes who he is and the effect he has on people.
Single minded: Pool is a simple man. He cares about his next payday, and that's about it. He doesn't have a lot in the way of book learning, but he's never really needed that either. He's good at what he does and has never felt the need to expand his horizons in any way that doesn't involve his getting paid at the end of the day.
Old dog: Pool has been out in the 'Verse for a long while. While that's given him a wealth of experience and know-how, it's also left his scarred and broken in a lot of ways, the least of which being a bad knee and the onset of arthritis in his meat hooks.
Ugly as sin: Pool ain't much to look at. He knows it. Everyone knows it. Let's move on.
STRENGTHS: Strong as an Ox: Pool's a big guy. Born that way, he's worked himself his entire life to be able to use his size to his advantage in most situations; mostly in the combative arts. He's not formally trained to put the hurt on, but he's good at it nonetheless.
Seen a few things: Floating the 'Verse for 30+ years gives a man a certain amount of perspective. Pool's seen it all and can handle himself in most situations. He can make himself useful in the engine room, the cockpit, the cargo bay and he can bandage a wound with the best of them (he's cauterized a few, too). He's not great at any of those things, but he's done it all in one way or another; for better or worse.
Gun nut: Pool has a duffel bag. And in that duffel bag is a collection. And in that collection is a lot of guns. Nothing fancy. Most of them are old and beat-up. But there are a lot of them. And every one of them will put a hole in a man.
RP SAMPLE
Payment. That was all Osiris needed at the end of this overlong day. And they got it. Maybe not as smooth as they would have liked, but their pockets were jingling, as someone once said. Osiris wasn't precisely sure who that person was but he didn't really keep up on that sort of thing. I made it up. I'm fairly certain I made it up, just now. That was all he needed; talking to himself. He needed a vacation. It was funny, though, because technically this could be considered a vacation. He was retired, after all. If you could call being forced out of your house and home and away from your family and your job and your life retirement. Hell, he'd retired from the whole damn planet, afterall.
Payment and a ship to come home to. That was all he needed. Get out of this damned rain. It was always a relief getting back to the dock and seeing her sitting right where they left her. The sorts of friends he found himself making while in the employ, nay, friendship of one Teddy Wyatt left 'Ham feeling twitchy. Tired and twitchy. And nervous. They weren't nice people and rarely did they know how to keep a good conversation. Osiris did love a good conversation. Nothing like it. He was doing it again. Dammit, now stop it. I mean it 'Ham. No more. It was all he could do to keep from slapping himself in the face. But that would look odd.
Payment and a ship to come home to and alcohol. A cool, stiff drink was definitely needed after a day like today. That didn't make him an alcoholic, either. Every doctor he knew imbibed at the end of the day. It was good for you. You don't know any doctors, Ham. You're making that up. He was sure he read it somewhere. Blow it out your ass.
Payment and a ship and a drink and a fucking lobotomy, that's what he needed.
