App - Jayne Cobb

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Character
Name: Jayne Cobb
Series: Firefly
Timeline:
Canon Resource Links:
Jayne Cobb @ Firefly Wiki
Firefly Timeline
Firefly @ Wikipedia

Personality: Jayne's a simple man with simple desires. Money. Sex. Alcohol. Someone to shoot. When a problem arises, he always takes the quickest, simplest solution - he doesn't waste time pussy-footing around an issue, and confronts all conflicts head on, often with excessive amounts of violence. The desire for wealth is his greatest motivation. If he wants something, he takes it. It doesn't matter if he has to steal, kill, or threaten to get it. He often comes across as a brute, he grew up poor in a rough world, where only the toughest survive.

But he's not a complete monster. He doesn't strike out unless given a reason to, good or otherwise, and he doesn't steal from people in a worse position than him. He's at his worst when he's on the job – in his down time, unless he's purposely provoked, he sticks to dirty looks and insults. He also has a decent amount of respect for women; he handles them gently and understands that no means no. That doesn't stop him from making dirty comments or leering in their direction, should the chance arise.

He's generally a reactive character - how he's treated affects the way he treats others. He puts up a sizable defense in the form of his brutish behavior, but to anyone willing to look past his rough exterior, he's warm and friendly. Those who manage to earn his trust and respect in turn earn a loyal, protective friend who'd go against his own selfishness to see them happy and safe.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Jayne only fears three things: Reavers (not going to be a problem in Johto), dying an unmanful death (not likely to be a problem), and River Tam (.....He'll keep an eye out for her). He won't steal from children, people worse off than him, or women, depending on how she handles herself and her pokemon. He certainly won't abuse the pokemon he captures; a tool is only as good as the condition it's in, and the same goes for pets and companions. You get back all the care you put in.

Strengths:
~Physically fit
~Survival and fighting skills
~adaptable
~Keen senses (within normal human range of keenness)
~Good with his hands
~Willing to do whatever it takes to get a job done
~Simple, straightforward thinker

Weaknesses:
~Simple, straightforward thinker (i.e. slow on the uptake and easily manipulated)
~Selfish and self-serving
~Poor communication skills
~Pushes others away (slow to trust others or ask for help)
~Quick to anger/defensiveness
~Stubborn

Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Rocket
Starter: Machop
Password: Seasalt icecream

Samples
First Person Sample:
So, a planet full of animals with elemental based powers. [Jayne pauses, scowling thoughtfully to himself. After a moment, he looks back up, an eyebrow arcched] Why ain't I ever heard'a this place, and why ain't nobody try exportin' these guys? Cuz I know a few moons that'd benefit greatly from somethin' like this, though I reckon the retail value'd be off the charts. Bet some'a the cuter ones'd be a big hit in the core planets, 'specially marketed like pets. Like them black market beagles Wash was talkin' 'bout.

Hey, that reminds me. Where's the nearest space port? I wanna send a letter home to Ma 'bout this.

Third Person Sample:
Jayne groaned as he rolled out of bed, his head aching. How much did he have to drink last night?

Too much, he decided as he froze, eyes darting around the room. He wasn't in his bunk. His bunk had guns hung up on the wall and knives hidden in nooks and crannies. This room was empty. Mostly empty. Glancing at the odd gadgets on the desk, he nudged the bag on the floor with his foot, frowning. There were a few clinks of things shifting inside, but nothing metallic. His guns weren't in there, and they sure weren't in the bed. He should have listened to Mal and left Boo behind on Serenity, with the rest of his girls. So long as Mal didn't sell them when Jayne turned up missing. He cringed, thinking of Vera in some other man's hands.

There was, however, a note on his pillow that made his heart race as he picked it up. New Team Rocket member? Oh hell, what had he done? Mal was gonna kill him when he found out he'd gone and jumped ship without giving any notice. Maybe he'd be more forgiving if he insisted he was absolutely shit-faced at the time. He had to have been – none of this made any sense any other way.

Keeping one eye on the door, he moved to the desk, setting the note down beside the strange gizmos. The first thing he picked up appeared to be a communication device, compact and pretty straight forward to use. Handy, and he spent a few minutes just playing around with it. He frowned as it became apparent that more than a few features required some sort of “Trainer Card” to activate, which he didn't seem to have.

The bag on the floor was quickly up-ended, spilling its contents haphazardly onto the bed. Basic food and supplies, nice, his new uniform – he paused to hold it up, snorting a bit in contempt. He couldn't complain about the simplistic design, it was better than a lot of uniforms he'd seen before, but really, black and red? Hardly practical, no matter where you were. And it didn't even have any armor reinforcements – it was just plain clothes. With a roll of his eyes, he balled up the uniform and tossed it over, ressuming his search for his card.

When he found it, he grabbed the PokeGear and sat down on the edge of the bed, scowling down at the things in his hands. He still wasn't sure where he was, or what he was doing here. He wasn't sure he wanted to be here. The Trainer Card had his picture, his name, and an Ident number. He had the feeling that once he swiped it into the communicator, he'd be committed to this job. If Mal showed up, he'd catch hell.

He had a feeling that was going to be a pretty big “if.”

Hell. Might as well do the job in front of him and collect his pay. What was the worst that could happen?

Taking a deep breath, he swiped the card.