The Bull is the only child of two unnamed parents, born in Black Canyon, CO.. From a young age, he was taken from his birth home and transported all the way to the Mojave Desert as a slave to a group of traders. After fighting as a gladiator for some time, he won his freedom and place among a different group of travelling raiders, shifting throughout the ranks after moving with them to the Grand Canyon. Eventually, he parted ways with the band on his own to be a solo bounty hunter, making his way to the Eastern Coast over time.
After taking a few odd jobs (including grave robbing) after arriving in Nova Scotia, The Bull was hired by Elphaba Revlis of Salsola to be her bodyguard and hired muscle, and was accepted as an Associate in Salsola.
The Bull is currently hired as a mercenary for the Boss' grandaughter, Elphaba. Feel free to question him about his experience/skills. Not that he would tell anyone, but it doesn't hurt to try.
If he's free, The Bull is always up for laying down whoop ass on anyone that asks for it.
The Bull hasn't really been a part of a "civilized" society before, so someone should probably teach him some proper manners - lest he behave like a heathen and embarrass himself in front of the whole Family (or at the very least, someone important).
Born into a hard life, The Bull is built for hardy survival and a life on his feet. Overall, his base coloration is pale with little variation with the exception of his singular green eye. Only in certain places does his fur turn a darker grey color, but he generally looks like something out of an arctic climate. Nearly all the scars he has are old and covered by thick white fur. The only scars visible are the ones that run over his blind left eye.
His build is quite average in athleticism but resilient and strong, a balance of speed and strength. If it wasn't for his style of dress and distinct accessories, The Bull would likely blend in with a group and seem rather unnoticeable. However, given that he learned to be humanized in appearance for sake of protection, The Bull does tend to stick out like a sore thumb.
His thick mane is braided into rows on each side that merge into central loose braids, three on each side of his neck, and a singular row of braids on top of his head.
.Bison Hide (#C2BAA6)
.Foggy Grey (#CFCBB8)
.Moon Mist (#DBD9C9)
.Satin Linen (#E6E4D8)
.Fuscous Grey (#4B4845)
Fur: Foggy Grey is the majority color.
Moon Mist fading to Satin Linen on the arms, feet, inside thighs, chest, shoulders, and face.
Bison Hide between the eyes, on the ears, neck, biceps, ribs, outside thighs, and back.
Optime Hair: Bison Hide
Nose and Paw Pads: Fuscous Grey
98 lbs (44 kg)
38in (97 cm)
165 lbs (75 kg)
48 in (122 cm)
325 lbs (147 kg)
7ft 0in (84in) (213 cm)
1.2 Clothing and Accessories
.Night Rider (#211410)
.Soya Bean (#5a5248)
.Sand Dune (#847664)
.Cabbage Point (#394331)
.Metallic Bronze (#3f2e18)
Many across his arms, legs, and torso. (Hidden)
Four slash marks across his left eye.
Leather eyepatch embedded with azurite. (Left eye)
The Bull has lived a hard life thus far and he is very much a product of his environment. Despite what he has been forced through, his views reflect that of his captors-turned-bandmates whether that was intended or not. Many of his views can be simplified into a form of "Social Darwinism", though harsh and not necessarily true. For him, the strongest were deemed the fittest by default and since nothing has proved it wrong, it's stayed that way for quite some time. He is not very easily swayed in his views, though his convictions change constantly to benefit his own survival. His gladiator upbringing made him ruthless and cold in regards to the lives of others, willingly sacrificing them for the sake of his own. He's done some gruesome killing in his time and it's shaped him permanently. However, there are some parts of him that are more charitable than he would want to admit. Forcing a tough exterior has been less and less hard for him as time went on, but there's a sliver of humanity that remains in him yet. Still, he forces it down to make sure that it doesn't get the better of his sense of survival, not wanting anything he does to be for naught.
Still, he has a strong sense of determination and willful disregard of others, leaving him alone much of the time due to his vigilance around groups. His experience leads him to believe that anyone and everyone could be ready to strike him down and so he remains always prepared to retaliate. Sinking himself into an "Us versus Them" mentality keeps him cold and detached, callous to the concept of camaraderie.
Quirks, Gestures, Etc.: Big stare/glare habit. Turns his head slightly when looking at things so his good side is facing directly forward for better peripheral vision. He doesn't like blinking with his one good eye. Often crosses his arms and looks generally unimpressed.
General Posture and Body Language: Alert, Reclusive
"Does not seek positions of authority over others."
"Will betray friends if profitable."
"Will kill others to get ahead."
"Supports the law when advantageous to do so."
"Believes people deserve the treatment they are willing to endure."
Freedom: Since being taken as a child, The Bull sought to find his own freedom and, now that he's earned it, he'll be damned if anyone takes it away from him again. Everything he does is to keep himself a free man and to rise above the weak. This also includes keeping other below him so they cannot rise to take his place.
Survival: Plenty of near-death experiences keeps him on his toes and constantly thinking about who or what is out to get him. He will likely throw someone else's life away just to preserve his own, due to the strong instinct in him. He often reacts violently in an attempt to prevent others from getting a jump on him.
Prolonged Death: Any and all kinds of torture put an extreme fear in him, having seen his gladiatorial life as a prolonged death of sorts. Every day was a day just waiting to see if it was his last and it became something he never wanted to see again. Even though he would rather put someone else through that than himself, The Bull would rather make someone's death swift and quick than drag it out. Whether it's for karma or mercy, he doesn't know.
Enslavement: Another ordeal he'd rather die over than go through again. Though he doesn't let it bother him on the outside, The Bull does wish that slavery were not a thing, even if the pessimistic side of him knows life is cruel and it will never go away.
The Bull's only experience with spirituality is limited to an encounter with a shaman who gave him an eyepatch embedded with azurite, which was believed to be a source of sight and was proposed to be a cure to his blind eye. While not remotely true, something about it gave him hope and he wears the stone eyepatch anyway. He hold a sliver of hope that his sight will be restored again someday, but also doubts it at the same time.
The Bull's general view of the world is heavily based on Social Darwinism and most, if not all, of his biases reflect his view of what would be considered "weak" and "strong". Everyone is his enemy in that the weak are below him and the strong are his rivals. This means he often picks apart others as he interacts with them and tries to find their faults. This also means he is extremely critical of others and their ability to survive.
Anyone who tries to be something they are not are doomed to fail. Ambition is one thing; lying to yourself about what is possible gets you killed. Though The Bull knows some individuals are hard-headed and cannot be swayed from their ways (and thus doesn't try), he sometimes gets overtaken by rage and will lash out in order to provoke a lesson, and maybe convince the other party to adapt.
Size: The larger you are, the stronger you are, but that also means you're a target. The smaller and more able to hide and live by avoidance, but they would have trouble in a one-on-one fight. Either of them trying to pretend they can do the same thing as the other are fooling themselves.
Species: Wolves are too proud; coyotes and jackals tend to be cowards; dogs pretend they're more civilized.
Faith: Faith is a way for some to find a will to survive, for others it's a way to martyr themselves. It's a grey area.
Gender: Females are usually fragile and susceptible targets. Few females will rise above "weak" status to be seen as a rival.
Sexuality: Any non-heteronormative behavior is something he hasn't encountered much of, if at all. He would likely find it strange.
Non-Luperci: The Bull finds Non-Luperci ignorant to survival - you either wise up and evolve to survive or die an ignorant traditionalist.
Sexuality isn't something he thinks about often, if at all. His being a slave shunned him away from breeding/sex privileges despite being the most successful fighter. For now, he thinks nothing of the subject and often avoids it when brought up.
Likes: Solitude, Quiet, Freedom
Dislikes: Excessive Noise, Tyrants, Slavery
The Bull has indulged in alcohol on occasion but usually avoids drinks and drugs for the most part, always wanting to be aware of his surroundings. Only when he feels too encumbered with his worries does he turn to drinks.
3.1 Family: ---
3.2 Pack Relations
3.3 External Relations
Elphaba Revlis: A young girl who first thought he was a cannibal when she came across him. After learning that he was a mercenary, she offered him a job nearly on priciple, though the reasons for why seemed shady to him.
Emmett de le Poer: A medic who elicited his services for the chance to study the body. Essentially asked him to graverob arms for the sake of science. A seemingly stand-u type of guy otherwise.
4. Skills and Inventory
Hand to Hand (Master): Learned while fighting as a gladiator.
Fighting style is reminiscent of crude boxing.
Armed (Master): Learned while fighting as a gladiator.
Weaponry expertise includes: one handed weapons, spears/polearms, and thrown weapons.
Lying (Master): Done all his life and continues to do so.
Most of his hunting applies to hunting luperci, rather than wild game. It crosses over, but he never used it for such purposes, since he often stole food from his marks or anyone who crossed him.
Stalking (Master): Developed through bounty hunting.
Tracking (Master): Developed through bounty hunting.
Poisoner (Journeyman): Developed through bounty hunting. Initially taught by one of the raiders in regards to the surrounding area.
He was groomed to be a fighter and his training extended even after he won his freedom.
In the Genes
His natural size and musculature lends to his strength, a natural balance between power and agility.
Born in the Shadows
He has a natural aptitude for stealth and subterfuge, which helped him as a bounty hunter.
Pants on Fire
Lying about anything and everything is an eternal habit of his and it comes quite naturally.
No Honor Among Thieves
He has a very unfair and dirty way of going about his life. Anything and everything is free range for him and this often takes others by surprise.
He has had access to different toxins/venoms and has the ability to gather some, but mostly from animal sources rather than plant ones when he first started. Scorpions and reptiles were his major sources when he was with the raiders, but due to venoms going bad quickly, he transitioned to plant and fungi.
Shiver Me Timbers!
His missing left eye gives him half the field of vision as normal.
Not being exposed to different types of fighting puts him at a disadvantage in terms of knowledge.
His position as a slave in the past excluded him from "prestige" learning, denying him from language, reading, and sociability.
Living life as a raider and then a bounty hunter makes jim seem quite uncultured to others. Not only does he lack manners, but also tends to come off very savage despite his humanized appearance.
He has little tolerance for many things and social cues are one of them. He's very gruff and antisocial, which makes him a horrible conversationalist.
He often doesn't speak in metaphors or flowery words, so he'll often take things quite literally.
Lower Class Scum
The concept of hierarchy is mostly lost on him, who lived among a group where chronic backstabbing was a weekend regular. He doesn't treat anyone with more or less respect based on rank.
Offering: Assassinations, Death Threats, Physical Intimidation
Accepting: Food, Baubles to sell
Polearm with a car bumper blade and a California License plate.
Empty Jars and Vials
Previous Packs and Ranks
Black Canyon Child (December 2012 - April 2015)
Mojave Desert Slave (December 2012 - April 2015)
Mojave Desert Gladiator (December 2012 - April 2015)
Grand Canyon Nat'l Park Raider (December 2012 - April 2015)
Something about The Bull's existence made him seem doomed from the day he was born. He was taken when he was young, too young to remember much about his birth family, raised and groomed to fight in a gladiator pit for a gang of raiders who found entertainment in pit fights in between scavenging trips. It was ruthless work, something that scarred him as a young boy early on, though it scabbed over into a callous view over time, just as the physical wounds did. He didn't actually start fighting until he was older, of course, but watching the fights before his due time fueled a fire that helped him survive.
The culling and training of fighters didn't make sense until he figured out that there were running bets on who would win. The news of the real winners, the ones who won their freedom by being the most vicious, unstoppable fighters who earned their way into the warband, were what convinced him to accept the training. To accept that he had to lose a part of himself in order to survive.
That simple act of letting go was the first step, he'd found.
Months later, when he could shift and hold his own, The Bull had eventually found his ticket out of the pits. He was told that the challenge was to fight an existing member of the warband and prove he was stronger, prove that he was more entitled to existence.
And that was what he did. It felt simple enough at the time, cutting the brutish man down with a crude sword and losing an eye in the process. However, it was a trigger to a strange series of events that caused him to surge up through the ladder of significance within the warband.
They had taken note of his brutality, his will to be the survivor. He was young yet -- he just didn't want to be the one lying dead in a pool of blood, but they greeted him with open arms despite his previous position. They asked his name, forgetting that he never had one in the first place. Everyone had referred to him by the sigil on the shield he bore, a blazing gold symbol of a bull plastered on a dirty piece of metal. From then on, that was his name.
After many months with the band of raiders, The Bull departed and went on his own as a bounty hunter for hire. He worked his way across the continent, weaving his way from the Southwestern Desert all the way up the Eastern Coast.