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boxcarsOOC Information:
Name: Seven
Age: 19
AIM: Brightest Gate
MSN: N/A
Y!M: N/A
E-MAIL: hurricane@hurricorp.com
IC Information:
Name: Hearts Boxcars
Fandom: Homestuck
Timeline: At the end of the intermission
Age: Indeterminate
Appearance: Boxcars is huge. He's a gigantic, menacing, tower of a Dersian with a gigantic head. Like, it's huge. Almost as big as the human kids are. He's beefy as hell, muscled all over and just basically tremendous- he's the tallest member of the Midnight Crew, beating out Droog by several inches. He wears a black trenchcoat/suit and a very nice hat.
Picture, for reference.
Abilities: Boxcars is the brute muscle of the team. He's not exactly the smartest cookie, although he tends to have a bit more common sense than Deuce; despite this, his first reaction to the majority of things he sees is to beat them up, since he's so strong. He's the team's safecracker, although this usually means "ripping the safe out of the goddamn wall" moreso than any kind of actual safecracking.
He is highly proficient at fighting with all style of large, blunt force weaponry; "fighting" might be a bit of a strong word for it since usually he just goes up to things and beats them to death, but the point stands. He can use maces, flails, and so forth with equal skill, although his preferred weapon is a TV antenna for whatever reason. He will fiercely drub you with it. Fiercely. He's also a skilled gunman like the rest of the crew, but he prefers using his melee weapons in order to hear bones crunch and such.
Through a similar hammerspace inventory to that of the kids, he can utilize his Wrathtub storage system to carry around items. Due to the Wrathtub itself being an item though presumably he wouldn't have it here, limiting his inventory to its standard of five weapons and one normal item. He's strong enough he can also just tote things around though.
He can also play the double bass. And presumably hit people with it.
Personality: Boxcars is about as subtle as a brick to the face. His speech is peppered with continual threats towards various body parts of his victim, he solves everything by hitting it or yelling at it, and he's basically just a gigantic, muscled brute. He will punch your face and dammit you will ENJOY his facepunching DAMMIT. This isn't all too unusual in his chosen profession, considering that he's the muscle on a team of mobsters; he gets along reasonably well with the rest of the Crew despite his violent tendencies because, well, they're the Crew, they gotta stick together.
Anyone else, though? They're going to get the short end of the stick. He's ridiculously quick to anger, directly countering his red counterpart Droog; where Droog channels his anger into a cool, calm, murderous front, Boxcars just gets hot. And when he's hot, he's HOT. He doesn't have any control over his utter fury when he gets into it, beating people over the head even if doing so makes them clone themselves and basically just causing even bigger messes than the ones he got into to begin with with his rage and his fists. Yet again at odds with his fellow red card, he simply hits first and pretends he'll ask questions later, but if he has to ask questions he obviously didn't hit you hard enough.
His most unusual personality trait, though, is that he appears to take an interest in romance, attempting to act as a matchmaker for Tavros and Vriska; due to his absolute inability to react to anything with an emotion other than abject rage, though, this more or less consisted of him shouting at Tavros to "GET UP ON YER JELLY LEGS AND KISS THE GIRL" before threatening to kill him if he didn't. Despite Tavros being a cripple. This only served to work Boxcars into a further rage, although whether this was because he'd failed to cause a coupling or because trolls are utter morons and he had to deal with them is unclear.
Finally, despite his utter fury and uncontrollable nature, he does indeed respect the other members of the Midnight Crew, particularly Slick and Droog. Slick is the boss, after all, and while Droog's cool, collected nature is infuriating the man does know how to plan a good heist. Not much use arguing with that. Deuce, not so much.
Like the other three members of the Crew, Boxcars has a particular fondness for sweets, specifically Wax Lips. His fetish is probably the most surreal of the Crew (Which, considering Slick's fondness for terriers, is a difficult feat), because he's into Red Cheeks. By which I of course mean. Hearts. Actual, honest to god hearts. Yes.
History: Hearts Boxcars was not always a mobster, or for that matter, always Hearts Boxcars. His life began as the Hegemonic Brute, an agent of Derse and a game abstraction created by Sgrub, a "video game" responsible for creating universes and being basically clusterfucky (The Alternian version of Sburb- read the kid/troll apps for more info on the game re: anything besides Boxcars). As an agent, he acted as the direct subordinate of Jack Noir, thearchagent of Derse and the Black Queen's direct lackey. Due to his enormous size and his status as a brute, he mostly acted as, well, brute force, like always; eventually, Jack led the future Midnight Crew in rebellion against the Queen, resulting in her being exiled.
This eventually backfired, however, resulting in the future Midnight Crew members themselves being exiled for thus yet unknown reasons. The four ended up on the ruins of the troll planet, Alternia, left to wander the wastelands for many years until they met up again. Banding under Jack's leadership once more, the four renamed themselves; becoming Spades Slick, Clubs Deuce, Diamonds Droog, and of course Hearts Boxcars, the four fearsome members of the legendary shadow-based mob, the Midnight Crew. For years they committed various raids on their rival gang, the time-based Felt (Which counted the former Black Queen, now named Sn0wman, as one of its members), and building up a city around their crime.
At some point they engaged in non-canonical warfare against Team Problem Sleuth, which resulted in nothing of any importance happening other than their masterful playing of instruments and a fearsome drubbing with a TV antenna. Being non-canon though it was mostly just for giggles.
Eventually, the Midnight Crew embarked on another raid against the Felt, targeting the Felt Manor itself. The four members split up, with Boxcars working his way immediately towards the safe to engage in his usual safe-cracking activities; he was waylaid, however, by Biscuits and Eggs, the 12th and 13th members of the Felt. Due to time-based shenanigans he soon found himself swamped in a gigantic mob of future, past, and present versions of the two Felt members, randomly swinging his TV antenna around while shouting about how much he hates time travel.
Soon enough, though, the other three members of the Crew came to his rescue, with Slick utilizing a time-negating crowbar obtained from the seventh member of the Felt, Crowbar, to eliminate the time clones. Hearts Boxcars decided to use this opportunity to attempt to eat Eggs.
His attempt was altogether successful, much to the disgust of his fellow Midnight Crew members and abject discomfort of Biscuits, who was promptly killed by Clubs Deuce. Slick promptly proceeded to use the crowbar on the time-based safe, warping him away to an alternate timeline in which the other Crew members were dead. Boxcars presumably remained in the original timeline, but for now... here he is.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Hearts Boxcars was furious. As usual. He'd slammed his fists into every wall, torn a couple pieces of furniture to pieces, tossed his hat down in disgust. All like usual.
What wasn't just like usual, though, was the bed he'd put through his wall, leaving a gaping hole into the common area of the suite. This was so far from usual, in fact, that it made him even more furious at the oddity of the situation. Where the fuck was he supposed to sleep? How the hell was he supposed to catch any shut-eye with his bed missing, and how the hell was he going to keep all those other lollygaggers from getting into his room with a gigantic hole in his wall? So he was furious.
Even more infuriating was the fact that his heart was now rapidly beating from his emotional furor, something that always calmed him down. Something about the thump-thump-thump of a heartbeat is just soothing to the giant mobster. But he wasn't ready to give up his rage just yet, and this enraged him even more. Which sped up his heartbeat more. Which enraged him even more.
Goddammit. He slammed his fist through yet another wall, leaving a gigantic dent and cracking plaster falling to the floor.
What he'd give for some good heart smut right about now.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [A gigantic, shadowy face appears on screen. It is so huge you cannot see anything past it. It is contorted in absolute fury.]
JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE THIS ISN'T FUNNY AT ALL.
Alright just listen up you little wusses whoever the fuck put me here is gonna regret it, you hear me?! I will punch a whole in your chest, reach in, grab your kidneys, and tell them all about how much I hate you! Then I'll put them back in and punch you in the face until your teeth all come out, and then I'll tell them how much I hate you too!
But that's not even close to what Spades'll do to you when he finds out you put me here, I- I- Bahhhh!!! [He screams in frustration and fury and takes his hat off to mop his brow.
And then pauses and looks in his hat.]
WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY WAX LIPS I WILL EAT YOUR TRACHEA AND USE YOUR BRAIN AS SOCKS
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. this is okay, right? taking two characters from the same series? They don't interact and I think someone else is doing it but I am still nervous that I'm breaking some kind of unspoken rule!
Name: Seven
Age: 19
AIM: Brightest Gate
MSN: N/A
Y!M: N/A
E-MAIL: hurricane@hurricorp.com
IC Information:
Name: Hearts Boxcars
Fandom: Homestuck
Timeline: At the end of the intermission
Age: Indeterminate
Appearance: Boxcars is huge. He's a gigantic, menacing, tower of a Dersian with a gigantic head. Like, it's huge. Almost as big as the human kids are. He's beefy as hell, muscled all over and just basically tremendous- he's the tallest member of the Midnight Crew, beating out Droog by several inches. He wears a black trenchcoat/suit and a very nice hat.
Picture, for reference.
Abilities: Boxcars is the brute muscle of the team. He's not exactly the smartest cookie, although he tends to have a bit more common sense than Deuce; despite this, his first reaction to the majority of things he sees is to beat them up, since he's so strong. He's the team's safecracker, although this usually means "ripping the safe out of the goddamn wall" moreso than any kind of actual safecracking.
He is highly proficient at fighting with all style of large, blunt force weaponry; "fighting" might be a bit of a strong word for it since usually he just goes up to things and beats them to death, but the point stands. He can use maces, flails, and so forth with equal skill, although his preferred weapon is a TV antenna for whatever reason. He will fiercely drub you with it. Fiercely. He's also a skilled gunman like the rest of the crew, but he prefers using his melee weapons in order to hear bones crunch and such.
Through a similar hammerspace inventory to that of the kids, he can utilize his Wrathtub storage system to carry around items. Due to the Wrathtub itself being an item though presumably he wouldn't have it here, limiting his inventory to its standard of five weapons and one normal item. He's strong enough he can also just tote things around though.
He can also play the double bass. And presumably hit people with it.
Personality: Boxcars is about as subtle as a brick to the face. His speech is peppered with continual threats towards various body parts of his victim, he solves everything by hitting it or yelling at it, and he's basically just a gigantic, muscled brute. He will punch your face and dammit you will ENJOY his facepunching DAMMIT. This isn't all too unusual in his chosen profession, considering that he's the muscle on a team of mobsters; he gets along reasonably well with the rest of the Crew despite his violent tendencies because, well, they're the Crew, they gotta stick together.
Anyone else, though? They're going to get the short end of the stick. He's ridiculously quick to anger, directly countering his red counterpart Droog; where Droog channels his anger into a cool, calm, murderous front, Boxcars just gets hot. And when he's hot, he's HOT. He doesn't have any control over his utter fury when he gets into it, beating people over the head even if doing so makes them clone themselves and basically just causing even bigger messes than the ones he got into to begin with with his rage and his fists. Yet again at odds with his fellow red card, he simply hits first and pretends he'll ask questions later, but if he has to ask questions he obviously didn't hit you hard enough.
His most unusual personality trait, though, is that he appears to take an interest in romance, attempting to act as a matchmaker for Tavros and Vriska; due to his absolute inability to react to anything with an emotion other than abject rage, though, this more or less consisted of him shouting at Tavros to "GET UP ON YER JELLY LEGS AND KISS THE GIRL" before threatening to kill him if he didn't. Despite Tavros being a cripple. This only served to work Boxcars into a further rage, although whether this was because he'd failed to cause a coupling or because trolls are utter morons and he had to deal with them is unclear.
Finally, despite his utter fury and uncontrollable nature, he does indeed respect the other members of the Midnight Crew, particularly Slick and Droog. Slick is the boss, after all, and while Droog's cool, collected nature is infuriating the man does know how to plan a good heist. Not much use arguing with that. Deuce, not so much.
Like the other three members of the Crew, Boxcars has a particular fondness for sweets, specifically Wax Lips. His fetish is probably the most surreal of the Crew (Which, considering Slick's fondness for terriers, is a difficult feat), because he's into Red Cheeks. By which I of course mean. Hearts. Actual, honest to god hearts. Yes.
History: Hearts Boxcars was not always a mobster, or for that matter, always Hearts Boxcars. His life began as the Hegemonic Brute, an agent of Derse and a game abstraction created by Sgrub, a "video game" responsible for creating universes and being basically clusterfucky (The Alternian version of Sburb- read the kid/troll apps for more info on the game re: anything besides Boxcars). As an agent, he acted as the direct subordinate of Jack Noir, thearchagent of Derse and the Black Queen's direct lackey. Due to his enormous size and his status as a brute, he mostly acted as, well, brute force, like always; eventually, Jack led the future Midnight Crew in rebellion against the Queen, resulting in her being exiled.
This eventually backfired, however, resulting in the future Midnight Crew members themselves being exiled for thus yet unknown reasons. The four ended up on the ruins of the troll planet, Alternia, left to wander the wastelands for many years until they met up again. Banding under Jack's leadership once more, the four renamed themselves; becoming Spades Slick, Clubs Deuce, Diamonds Droog, and of course Hearts Boxcars, the four fearsome members of the legendary shadow-based mob, the Midnight Crew. For years they committed various raids on their rival gang, the time-based Felt (Which counted the former Black Queen, now named Sn0wman, as one of its members), and building up a city around their crime.
At some point they engaged in non-canonical warfare against Team Problem Sleuth, which resulted in nothing of any importance happening other than their masterful playing of instruments and a fearsome drubbing with a TV antenna. Being non-canon though it was mostly just for giggles.
Eventually, the Midnight Crew embarked on another raid against the Felt, targeting the Felt Manor itself. The four members split up, with Boxcars working his way immediately towards the safe to engage in his usual safe-cracking activities; he was waylaid, however, by Biscuits and Eggs, the 12th and 13th members of the Felt. Due to time-based shenanigans he soon found himself swamped in a gigantic mob of future, past, and present versions of the two Felt members, randomly swinging his TV antenna around while shouting about how much he hates time travel.
Soon enough, though, the other three members of the Crew came to his rescue, with Slick utilizing a time-negating crowbar obtained from the seventh member of the Felt, Crowbar, to eliminate the time clones. Hearts Boxcars decided to use this opportunity to attempt to eat Eggs.
His attempt was altogether successful, much to the disgust of his fellow Midnight Crew members and abject discomfort of Biscuits, who was promptly killed by Clubs Deuce. Slick promptly proceeded to use the crowbar on the time-based safe, warping him away to an alternate timeline in which the other Crew members were dead. Boxcars presumably remained in the original timeline, but for now... here he is.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Hearts Boxcars was furious. As usual. He'd slammed his fists into every wall, torn a couple pieces of furniture to pieces, tossed his hat down in disgust. All like usual.
What wasn't just like usual, though, was the bed he'd put through his wall, leaving a gaping hole into the common area of the suite. This was so far from usual, in fact, that it made him even more furious at the oddity of the situation. Where the fuck was he supposed to sleep? How the hell was he supposed to catch any shut-eye with his bed missing, and how the hell was he going to keep all those other lollygaggers from getting into his room with a gigantic hole in his wall? So he was furious.
Even more infuriating was the fact that his heart was now rapidly beating from his emotional furor, something that always calmed him down. Something about the thump-thump-thump of a heartbeat is just soothing to the giant mobster. But he wasn't ready to give up his rage just yet, and this enraged him even more. Which sped up his heartbeat more. Which enraged him even more.
Goddammit. He slammed his fist through yet another wall, leaving a gigantic dent and cracking plaster falling to the floor.
What he'd give for some good heart smut right about now.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [A gigantic, shadowy face appears on screen. It is so huge you cannot see anything past it. It is contorted in absolute fury.]
JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE THIS ISN'T FUNNY AT ALL.
Alright just listen up you little wusses whoever the fuck put me here is gonna regret it, you hear me?! I will punch a whole in your chest, reach in, grab your kidneys, and tell them all about how much I hate you! Then I'll put them back in and punch you in the face until your teeth all come out, and then I'll tell them how much I hate you too!
But that's not even close to what Spades'll do to you when he finds out you put me here, I- I- Bahhhh!!! [He screams in frustration and fury and takes his hat off to mop his brow.
And then pauses and looks in his hat.]
WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY WAX LIPS I WILL EAT YOUR TRACHEA AND USE YOUR BRAIN AS SOCKS
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. this is okay, right? taking two characters from the same series? They don't interact and I think someone else is doing it but I am still nervous that I'm breaking some kind of unspoken rule!
