NationStates

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:It'd have been easier to say that in the OOC.

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:It'd have been easier to say that in the OOC.

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:It'd have been easier to say that in the OOC.

Especially since I'm now obligated to bring in Lewis the gay panda bear.

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Especially since I'm now obligated to bring in Lewis the gay panda bear.

*winces*

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:*winces*

Exactly. You bastards have gone too far and must now be punished.

Or something.

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Exactly. You bastards have gone too far and must now be punished.

Or something.

*kills Crowley*

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Exactly. You bastards have gone too far and must now be punished.

Or something.

*kills Crowley*

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:*kills Crowley*

(kills Vernon)

Constaniana wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:*kills Crowley*

Fuck ye.

Ende wrote:I choose Crowley shoots both of them with lightning.

Because James is annoying.

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Ende wrote:I choose Crowley shoots both of them with lightning.

Because James is annoying.

Said Pierre.

Olthar wrote:It's nice having a character whose most defining trait is "everyone ignores her." It makes it easier to retcon her existence into meetings that I missed the beginning of due to being asleep.

Nationstatelandsville wrote:New Lewis app. Used leftover magic points to improve some of his physical stuff. Also some stuff about Banjie and his family in the last paragraph.

Name: Lewis F. Jameson
Age (Actual): 2 or 3 Centuries; he remembers Lincoln, but, incidentally, does not remember his birthday
Age (Appears): Late 30's/early 40's
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): Fucking ugly; about 6'3", covered in red hair, Caucasian (sunburned to a terrible hot pink), hairy. He has long sideburns, one beady green eye on his left and a beady blue eye on his right, and a massive handlebar mustache that "the ladies" love, in his own words. Lean and compactly built, though very much in shape. He's missing his left pinkie, keeps it in a jar in a Swiss bank's vault, though how it fell off, he won't say (though he does get quite irritated when looking at pictures of emus). Typically wears giant sunglasses with lenses in the shapes of stars, a pair of scuffed-up skinny jeans, and open-toed sandals which you can see the eleven kinds of fungus growing on his feet. He wears a dark blue Stetson tied to his head by a string and walks with a similarly-colored cane he doesn't actually need (which may or may not contain a dagger), his precious wooden banjo slung over his back. He is disgusting and he will hug you with his big monkey arms.
Powergrid/Powers: I have 20 PG points and 15 Magic, because I'm simply better than the rest of you.

INT 6; he behaves like a 1, though, and those other 2 points are mostly used for vivid and complex revenge fantasies
STR 6
SPD 6
DUR 6
FS 9; after banging around the wild for a few centuries, he pick some things up

Magic Levels: Lv. Infinity Lewis.
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Literally his entire personality. A crippling fear of emus.
Personality: Brazen, brave, secretive, surly, occasionally affectionate, perhaps a bit caring, righteous and justice-seeking to a fault, extremely obnoxious, socially miserable, but most of all, so fucking stupid. He's sort of like a hick stereotype ninja, though he is surprisingly liberal.
History: Yes, well, that's the question, isn't it? Lewis will admit to being born in the Catskills a decade or two after the Revolution, maybe during it or a bit before. He was raised by his brother, Jeff, after his parents abandoned them in the woods when Lewis was two. Jeff was a whole ten years older than Lewis, though, and surprisingly resourceful. Lewis typically falls asleep after that bit, so no one's quite sure where the hell he was for a good part of history. He turned back up in Australia in the 1950's, when he managed to beat the shit out of armed police and run off. This fight was over a turkey sandwich; Lewis Jameson despises turkey sandwiches, but he loves fighting.

There are a few stories, folk tales, that float around in the Midwest of America and Canada; the tale of the Bear Man, a mighty human of flame red who saved a child from an angry bear, then proceeded to steal the kid's apple and eat the bear in front of his eyes, because Bear Man does not give a fuck. The Spirit of the Mountains, a tale of a supernaturally powerful ghoul who haunted the Rockies and stole apples from small children. The Hitchhiker, an invincible climber who spent his days in British Columbia, flagging down people in their wagons, beating the shit out of them, and stealing their food. The last is the tale of the River Demon, one which is quite popular in the rural parts of Saskatchewan; a man who hides in the Mississippi and shoots fire out of his eyes in order to scare children and take their food, a man who is often seen riding bison and punching bears in their fucking bear mouths.

All of these are true and all of these are Lewis. He likes apples.

Beyond that, the only useful thing anybody knows is that his brother is long dead.

Lewis popped back into existence in 2017 when he suddenly appeared in Crowley's office, looking to apply for a position as a teacher. Three hours later, the math teacher retired and moved to Hawaii. At least, that's what the note with the tiny bloodstain in the corner said. Crowley, not being one to give a shit about the law, gave Lewis the job, though isn't exactly fond of him.

Lewis is the former wielder of the mighty weapon, Eirí̱ni̱, a creation of Hephaestus, commonly mistaken for a banjo. The weapon was meant as a peace offering to the Asgardians towards the end of the Fae War, but it was lost due to the intervention of some asshat named Loki. Eirí̱ni̱ fell to the Earth, where it was found by the Mandinka in the 16th century, who based their instrument, the kora (which eventually evolved into the banjo) on it. Several other replicas of Eirí̱ni̱ have been produced by human hands, including the lyre, but none have ever matched ts diversity and beauty. Eventually, it found its way into the hands of the Berkowitz family - a Jewish-Irish family with roots in French bean farmers (pun extremely intended) - who passed it on throughout their lineage, even in America. It soon found itself in the hands of their child Elijah (whose own children would return to Ireland and foster the Landsville line), who gave it to his younger brother, Stanley. When their parents abandoned them, out of defiance, Elijah and Stanley took new names - Jeff and Lewis Jameson. Eirí̱ni̱ was once the source of Lewis' immortality and powers, but, after a recent deal with... well, shit, I can't remember who, but a guy - "Banjie" now sees him as an enemy and rejects his ownership.
RP Sample: I can't, for religious reasons.

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:New Lewis app. Used leftover magic points to improve some of his physical stuff. Also some stuff about Banjie and his family in the last paragraph.

Added his new points.

Does D get any or not?

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Am I a bad person for getting giddy over the amount of people who are going to die?

Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:Oh fuck.

Guys, Night's going to be pulling some insane shit next Arc...

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Let's make a quick choice then.

Anti-James or normal James.

I have no opinion but I want it decided so we can move forward.