THUGGY THUGGERTON (Power Level 6)Real Name
Michuru81 wrote:A recent chapter in the narrative sparked a request for one character in particular. Always aiming to please, I sat down with the mind behind such a character and had a background story dictated to me...
Courtesy of the ATT's Desero, I give you Thuggy Thuggerton...
: James Todd Smith Height / Weight
: 6’2” / 200 lbs.Hair / Eyes
: Black (bald) / BrownPlace of Birth
: San Diego, California (January 14, 1975)First Appearance
: New Vindicators #16Biography
: “Hey, Thuggy?”
“Lessay that Mike Wallace guy was gunna do his Biography show on the A&E about you? How would your biography start?”
“Well, my origin story would begin with ‘Daddy ran off.’”
“That’s not a happy story, Thuggy.”
“Do you ever watch A&E Biography? They never start off with a happy story! Ain’t nobody wanna hear no happy story!”
“My story’d be happy!”
“You’re story’d be ‘once upon a time, you was born and walked backwards into seven doorknobs. Then you shot some people.’ The end. We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout your story though! Mike Wallace is interviewin’ me!”
“Mike Wallace ain’t gonna talk to you!”
“He is interviewizin’ me!”
“No he ain’t!”
“Trigga, you trippin’! You best watch yourself before I drop a ton of bricks on you like that one guy I killidated.”
“What guy you killidated?”
“Oh, that’s right. I ain’t ever told you about that. See, when I first joined up with my first gang, I was a mean mo-fo. I wanted to call myself ‘C. K.’, ‘cause I was bad like Calvin Klein. But they was not idolizin’ my fashion sense and they thought they’d be funny and call me ‘Thuggy Thug’ like that white rapper ‘Marky Mark’.”
“I hear he’s makin’ movies now, Thuggy.”
“Ju catch him in Boogie Nights? Man’s got some meat between his legs. But I digressify. I didn’t take too kindly to them callin’ me Thuggy Thug. That was demoralizin’ my personage. So I convinced them that there was a huge vault full of money at this construction sight. And I got the one who was pickin’ on me, who happened to be the locksmith of the group, to go into the office to get it.
“Well, it just so happens there was a load of bricks, hangin’ above it from a hook crane that accidentally fell on the office. I definitely made it clear them all who was there that if they didn’t stop callin’ me Thuggy Thug that they was gunna get some of the same: they was gunna get a ton of bricks droppedated on their heads.
“And then I got an apostrophe! They’s can call me ‘Ton’, you know, as a constantive reminder. Well, they couldn’t remember one thing from the next day to day and they’d keep callin’ me Thuggy Thug and I’d give ‘em this crazy look and they’d start to stammer and be all like, ‘er… ton’.
“In their stammerage, I felt impotent and powerful and I liked that feeling so I told them, ‘y’all know what? Y’all just call me Thuggy Thuggerton’. And that done stuck to now, Trigga!”
“That’s a great story, Thuggy!”
“I ain't done! You made me lose my whole train of thought. Fine though, since you is lookin’ for me to get to the intermission, I’ll cut to the Cliff Notes: momma died overdosin’ on somethin’ she found in my room; Lavoma, my youngest brother, got takin’ by the great State of California; Leroy ran away to Los Angeles and his gang initiation was fatal; Tinesha, my sister, she became my third hoe!”
“She a good hoe too, Thuggy. I is sweet on your sister. Maybe one day we could step-brothers?”
Thuggy fixed his associate with a blank stare.
“What?” asked Trigger, sinking low into his seat. “I said ‘maybe’…”
“Anyway,” Thuggy said, ignoring all his cohort had dropped on him, “I started to make a name for myself back in San Diego but unfortunately I had an altercation with the long arm of the law. Trigga? Did you know it’s a criminal offense to killidate four cops in cold blood?”
“I did not know that.”
“Well, it is… at least in San Diego. And that is what heavily motivated me to move myself to the Big Apple; Frank Sinatra’s house. I love me some old blue eyes.”
“I did like that one movie of his you showed me. What was it called, Thuggy?”
“You mean ‘The House I Live In’? Trigga, that movie won the Academy Award! It was groundbreaking in 1945, given that it touched on topics such as tolerance and racial equality.”
“You sure are smart, Thuggy.”
Thuggy nodded. “Well, that’s why I came out here and that’s when I met you.”
“And then we started 137th Street.”
“And then we met the boss.”
“Yeah. He sent that demon boy and the others to come and make us all work for him. If we’d known how good the boss was gunna be to us, he never woulda had to send them, would he? He coulda just asked.” Thuggy sighed happily as he thought on the life he had made for himself. “Anyway… that’s what I’d tell that Mike Wallace guy.”
“You know somethin’, Thuggy?”
“I think your story turned out happy.”
“I think so too,” said Thuggy as he leaned back in his chair, wearing a satisfied smile.
STR 18 (+4), DEX 12 (+1), CON 16 (+3), INT 10, WIS 14 (+2), CHA 12 (+1)
SKILLS: Climb 3 (+7), Craft (mechanical) 6, Diplomacy 0 (+5), Disable Device 6, Drive 6 (+7), Intimidate 8 (+9), Knowledge (current events) 2, Knowledge (popular culture) 2, Knowledge (streetwise) 5, Language 1 (English [base], Spanish), Profession (thug) 5 (+7), Sense Motive 4 (+6), Swim -4 (+0)
FEATS: Attack Focus (melee) 2, Attack Specialization (unarmed) 2, Benefit 1 (Wealth), Connected, Defensive Roll 2, Dodge Focus 2, Equipment 11, Improved Grapple, Improved Pin, Leadership, Minions 3 (five prostitutes), Minions 6 (twenty-five thugs) Power Attack, Startle, Tough 3
Equipment: beeper, brass knuckles, cell phone x2 (one for personal, one for business), Crack House (Size: Small; Toughness: 15; Features: Concealed, Laboratory, Living Space, Panic Room; Cost: 6 points), El Camino (as full-size car), grenades, hold-out pistol, Lincoln Continental (as full-size car), “Really Nice Shoes” (+4 Diplomacy), SUV
COMBAT: Attack +1 (+3 melee, +7 unarmed), Grapple +7, Damage +5, Defense +4 (+1 flat-footed), Knockback, Initiative +1
SAVES: Toughness +8, Fortitude +6, Reflex +1, Will +2
Abilities 22 + Skills 11 (44 ranks) + Feats 38 + Powers 0 + Combat 6 + Saves 3 = 90 points
Michuru81 wrote:During NEW VINDICATORS: Memento Mori, I wanted to try something different. I handed my players an index card containing the stats of a generic, PL 2 thug in the employ of the Wisent. I let them duke it out with their own characters, sitting out of the dice chucking and acting only as a rules lawyer for the battle. Some of my players crumbled such a card up and never thought about it after that point. Three actually gave their thugs names.
Two gave them personalities.
They began to RP their henchmen, even staying in character when our sessions came to a close. Those two minions became something more... they evolved into characters on their own rite. As time passed, my player were divided when I would allow the thugs to make a return: some cheered while others plotted my doom for allowing them to make a comeback.
Ultimately, I decided to do what any good GM should do and reward his players for roleplay. The fact is... when they assume the roles of Thuggy Thuggerton and Trigger Happy, everyone has fun. They spice up a session and so, to reward their creativity and commitment, the minions became their own characters. Now street level, they don't go down in a punch (they may consider the Wisent to be their boss, but they're no longer his minions) and can be much more of a problem for the PCs.
And yes, Trigger Happy will come along... eventually.