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User Name/Nick: vil
E-mail/Plurk/Discord/PM to a character journal/alternate method of contact: justghosts @ plurk
Other Characters Currently In-Game: Lark Tennant, Jesus Rovia
Character Name: The Motorcycle Boy
Series: Rumble Fish
Age: 19
From When?: The end of the book, when he's attempting to free the animals in the pet store
Inmate Justification: Rumble Fish is a story of how poverty can crush aptitude, and it's seen reflected in Motorcycle Boy who is brilliant and talented and utterly disaffected. He suffers from a mental illness he will never get treatment for, has had a TBI he will never get help for, and he's aware of all of this. He is an inmate because he, like many, has to turn to crime and has grown up with so much violence he is numb to it. He resents his environment so profoundly he targets people who escape it with drugs, and generally feels nothing. The Barge is the only chance he has to reach his actual potential.
Arrival: The Motorcycle Boy is brought against his will but will adjust pretty quickly.
Abilities/Powers: The Motorcycle Boy is a former gang leader, he's used knives, chains, and makeshift weapons as well as his own fists to fight for years. But he's also just human, no superpowers.
Inmate Information: He was abandoned by his mother at age 6 and left with his alcoholic father to raise. He ran his first gang at age 14, beating 18 year old boys into listening to him and following him into 'rumbles' (street fights with neighboring gangs). He spent that time perfecting ways to steal, especially motorcycles, but he's expert at lock picking as well. He has no concept of ownership, and is casual about using violence to get what he wants.
He disbanded his gang at age 17 when he grew bored with the relentless violence; there were no noble reasons beyond his boredom that led to him stopping endless gang warfare. He was expelled from school that same year when he turned in perfect test scores (the school assumed he cheated). In another life he could have been a great king or a knight, but the poverty he was born into has served to crush him.
He also hates junkies, and perhaps has killed someone just for being high on heroin. At the very least he has promised to severely injure his little brother if he ever catches him on drugs.
Path to Redemption: The Motorcycle Boy needs to view himself as a person. He needs to find a place to belong, or to find a route in life that lets him do good even if it doesn't put him in a community. He is brilliant, he only needs to find a place to channel it. He also needs to learn to respect life. He would respond well to someone who has atypical views on people and life as a whole, and someone who can be patient with him. He will forget you exist. He will walk away from discussions when he stops hearing them. Hearing tales from other worlds, and hearing the things his warden has overcome, could serve as inspiration for him.
History: Once, The Motorcycle Boy had a name of his own. That was back when he was a child, and he hasn't been a child since he was five years old.
When he was six, his little brother Rusty-James was only two, and their mother left. She took the Motorcycle Boy with her, preferring his long silences and absent stares to Rusty-James's more demanding, infant needs. When she tired of motherhood altogether, she abandoned the Motorcycle Boy and Child Protective Services took him back home to his father.
Very quickly, their father developed alcoholism and failed out of law school. This left the boys to fend for themselves for the rest of their formative years. As they grew, the Motorcycle Boy and his young brother learned the necessary skills for life in the slums: knife fighting, fist fighting, lock picking, car jacking. All the while, the Motorcycle Boy would slip off into his own world, sometimes through the novels their father had at home, or text books and classrooms. Other times, he'd just stand on the bridge over the river and stare for hours....
At the age of fourteen, the Motorcycle Boy took over a local gang. By the time Rusty-James was old enough to be allowed in on the gang fights, the Motorcycle Boy had conquered their neighborhood and most of the surrounding areas. He was known to street punks, unaffiliated thugs, and authority figures alike.
The only people who hated him more than gang rivals were cops, and the only people more enamored with him than his brother were his few, temporary girlfriends (typically teachers or substitute teachers--anyone intelligent enough to hold his interest).
By the time the Motorcycle Boy turned seventeen, he had ended the gang wars altogether, disbanded any form of organized crime in the area, and done what he could to keep drugs away from his younger brother. And then one day without a word, he disappeared.
In his absence, Rusty-James made the mistake of gathering friends for a 'rumble' or gang war. The Motorcycle Boy returned and ended the fight with a simple, amused remark: "Hey, what's this? I thought we signed a treaty."
Sample Network Entry: [cw: fire mention] [He has never had a phone. Not a mobile device, not even a landline, and he spends a moment just turning the little device over and over in his hands. He watches someone else use it and then spends time surveilling the network, so he has some idea what to say when he figures he might as well give it a try.]
It's a shame we don't play games like the Victorians used to around the holidays. You know, Snap Dragon cost lives, cost whole houses even, but the memories... you don't forget a thing like your friend going up in flames if they lost.
[He lights a cigarette]
All you need are some raisins, some alcohol, a bowl and some courage. Who's in?
Sample RP: When the ringing in his ears subsides he can't hear a thing at all, and he never knows how long that will last, so he turns off his device and just wanders. The stars here are both closer and farther away than he can ever remember seeing them. One trip to Montana he'd been able to reach up and touch them almost; here they drift by and if he watches too long it makes him homesick.
He goes below decks, touching doors he can't open--or can't open yet--and lingering around Zero. If a warden walks by, or someone who might be a warden does, he'll nod at them. "Hey. Let me in?"
And then he goes to the library where he smokes and he reads and he reads and- he stares at the workers, studying them, laughing to himself every now and then though nothing is said and nothing much is done. "How do you get anything done in here?"
Special Notes: He is deaf about 60% of the time. He’s color-blind. He has undiagnosed mental illness as well as a Traumatic Brain Injury from his many many many motorcycle accidents, so he may or may not perceive your character as real.
E-mail/Plurk/Discord/PM to a character journal/alternate method of contact: justghosts @ plurk
Other Characters Currently In-Game: Lark Tennant, Jesus Rovia
Character Name: The Motorcycle Boy
Series: Rumble Fish
Age: 19
From When?: The end of the book, when he's attempting to free the animals in the pet store
Inmate Justification: Rumble Fish is a story of how poverty can crush aptitude, and it's seen reflected in Motorcycle Boy who is brilliant and talented and utterly disaffected. He suffers from a mental illness he will never get treatment for, has had a TBI he will never get help for, and he's aware of all of this. He is an inmate because he, like many, has to turn to crime and has grown up with so much violence he is numb to it. He resents his environment so profoundly he targets people who escape it with drugs, and generally feels nothing. The Barge is the only chance he has to reach his actual potential.
Arrival: The Motorcycle Boy is brought against his will but will adjust pretty quickly.
Abilities/Powers: The Motorcycle Boy is a former gang leader, he's used knives, chains, and makeshift weapons as well as his own fists to fight for years. But he's also just human, no superpowers.
Inmate Information: He was abandoned by his mother at age 6 and left with his alcoholic father to raise. He ran his first gang at age 14, beating 18 year old boys into listening to him and following him into 'rumbles' (street fights with neighboring gangs). He spent that time perfecting ways to steal, especially motorcycles, but he's expert at lock picking as well. He has no concept of ownership, and is casual about using violence to get what he wants.
He disbanded his gang at age 17 when he grew bored with the relentless violence; there were no noble reasons beyond his boredom that led to him stopping endless gang warfare. He was expelled from school that same year when he turned in perfect test scores (the school assumed he cheated). In another life he could have been a great king or a knight, but the poverty he was born into has served to crush him.
He also hates junkies, and perhaps has killed someone just for being high on heroin. At the very least he has promised to severely injure his little brother if he ever catches him on drugs.
Path to Redemption: The Motorcycle Boy needs to view himself as a person. He needs to find a place to belong, or to find a route in life that lets him do good even if it doesn't put him in a community. He is brilliant, he only needs to find a place to channel it. He also needs to learn to respect life. He would respond well to someone who has atypical views on people and life as a whole, and someone who can be patient with him. He will forget you exist. He will walk away from discussions when he stops hearing them. Hearing tales from other worlds, and hearing the things his warden has overcome, could serve as inspiration for him.
History: Once, The Motorcycle Boy had a name of his own. That was back when he was a child, and he hasn't been a child since he was five years old.
When he was six, his little brother Rusty-James was only two, and their mother left. She took the Motorcycle Boy with her, preferring his long silences and absent stares to Rusty-James's more demanding, infant needs. When she tired of motherhood altogether, she abandoned the Motorcycle Boy and Child Protective Services took him back home to his father.
Very quickly, their father developed alcoholism and failed out of law school. This left the boys to fend for themselves for the rest of their formative years. As they grew, the Motorcycle Boy and his young brother learned the necessary skills for life in the slums: knife fighting, fist fighting, lock picking, car jacking. All the while, the Motorcycle Boy would slip off into his own world, sometimes through the novels their father had at home, or text books and classrooms. Other times, he'd just stand on the bridge over the river and stare for hours....
At the age of fourteen, the Motorcycle Boy took over a local gang. By the time Rusty-James was old enough to be allowed in on the gang fights, the Motorcycle Boy had conquered their neighborhood and most of the surrounding areas. He was known to street punks, unaffiliated thugs, and authority figures alike.
The only people who hated him more than gang rivals were cops, and the only people more enamored with him than his brother were his few, temporary girlfriends (typically teachers or substitute teachers--anyone intelligent enough to hold his interest).
By the time the Motorcycle Boy turned seventeen, he had ended the gang wars altogether, disbanded any form of organized crime in the area, and done what he could to keep drugs away from his younger brother. And then one day without a word, he disappeared.
In his absence, Rusty-James made the mistake of gathering friends for a 'rumble' or gang war. The Motorcycle Boy returned and ended the fight with a simple, amused remark: "Hey, what's this? I thought we signed a treaty."
Sample Network Entry: [cw: fire mention] [He has never had a phone. Not a mobile device, not even a landline, and he spends a moment just turning the little device over and over in his hands. He watches someone else use it and then spends time surveilling the network, so he has some idea what to say when he figures he might as well give it a try.]
It's a shame we don't play games like the Victorians used to around the holidays. You know, Snap Dragon cost lives, cost whole houses even, but the memories... you don't forget a thing like your friend going up in flames if they lost.
[He lights a cigarette]
All you need are some raisins, some alcohol, a bowl and some courage. Who's in?
Sample RP: When the ringing in his ears subsides he can't hear a thing at all, and he never knows how long that will last, so he turns off his device and just wanders. The stars here are both closer and farther away than he can ever remember seeing them. One trip to Montana he'd been able to reach up and touch them almost; here they drift by and if he watches too long it makes him homesick.
He goes below decks, touching doors he can't open--or can't open yet--and lingering around Zero. If a warden walks by, or someone who might be a warden does, he'll nod at them. "Hey. Let me in?"
And then he goes to the library where he smokes and he reads and he reads and- he stares at the workers, studying them, laughing to himself every now and then though nothing is said and nothing much is done. "How do you get anything done in here?"
Special Notes: He is deaf about 60% of the time. He’s color-blind. He has undiagnosed mental illness as well as a Traumatic Brain Injury from his many many many motorcycle accidents, so he may or may not perceive your character as real.
