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Player name: Inky
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Characters currently in-game: Gren
CHARACTER
Character Name: Timothy Lawrence
Character Age: Mid-20s, probably
Canon: Borderlands
Canon Point: Post-Claptastic Voyage
History: The Pre-Sequel wiki
Personality:
Once upon a time, Timothy Lawrence was a college student. Like most college students, his main concerns were graduating, getting a job, and making enough at that job to pay back his ridiculously large student loan debt. It was this desperate need to not be horrifically in debt that drove Tim to the Hyperion Corporation and the body-double program.
Now, Tim is stuck with the face of an asshole for the rest of his life, forced to run around on a moon and shoot people. His life is hard.
ZERO
Tim is, to be completely frank, a dweeb. Before he was Jackified, he was nervous and had a somewhat high-pitched voice, hemming and hawing his way through conversations when he was uncomfortable. He wasn’t charming or smooth or confident. He was easily cowed when other, more confident people tried to persuade him or stonewall him into doing something, even if he wasn’t sure about it. He was a nerdy, freckly, gangly little doormat who didn’t have very many friends or prospects and who mostly went through life trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. Even his own mother didn’t like him very much, considering that she laughed whenever she was told that he had died. That’s what he was going into his adventure on Elpis—a nobody shoved into the role of a hero and expected to emulate a man who was supposed to be his better.
HERO
Getting life-altering plastic surgery didn’t completely change Tim, though. He’s still awkward in many ways, especially when it comes to talking to women. Particularly women that he finds attractive; he can barely string together a coherent sentence when he talks to Moxxi, for instance, and mostly just seems to babble out whatever happens to be in his head at that moment. He’s still cripplingly afraid of heights, even though he spends most of his time running around a moon with gravity so low that falling basically has no consequences, unless you fall into lava or something.
Running and gunning on Elpis has, however, had some impact on his character. He’s become a little less nervous and less of a doormat, because there’s probably a threshold of how many bandits you must shoot in the face before answering the phone stops being so anxiety-inducing. He’s still not completely unfazed by all the tentacled crazy that goes on around him, but he does become more sarcastic about it as the story progresses. Tim does not want to be doing this shit, he doesn’t want to be on this weird, horrible moon, and he will let you know how he feels. Tim’s coping mechanism is passive aggressive sarcasm towards his situation at large.
But there is also a part of him that’s not as tiny as he would admit that kind of likes what he’s doing, too.
There’s a part of Tim that likes the powerful feeling of a well-aimed sniper round busting open a bandit’s skull. There’s a part of him that likes the adrenaline rush, the kick that he gets from kicking ass. Tim had been the little nerd that no one paid attention to for a long time, and he does get a vicious, vindictive satisfaction out of being the big man, the badass, the hero. Then something with tentacles shows up and he remembers that everything sucks, too.
Tim is also probably the least jaded of all the vault hunters, though that’s probably not a high bar to pass. He retains a certain sentimentality, and apologizes to books in an undertone when he makes fun of them while pretending to be Jack. He loves cats, and makes stupid faces and baby-talks at pictures of them. When Jack sends Gladstone and the other scientists out an airlock because one of them might be a mole, Tim is horrified, while the other vault hunters are far less affected. Tim is the soft touch of the party, for what that’s worth on a murdermoon like Elpis, even though he really can’t do much to stop all the violence around him. He is the reluctant participant in Jack’s vicious scheme, going along for the ride because he doesn’t have much of a choice and knows it.
By the time Jack has Tim and the other vault hunters dive into Claptrap’s horrible little mind to retrieve corporate secrets, the weight of everything that he’s done is starting to show on him. Tim’s got a temper, and in between the passive aggressive sarcasm and attempts at pretending that he’s disaffected, he gets mad. And when Tim loses it, he sounds very much like Jack.
After the events of the Pre-Sequel and DLCs, Tim eventually abandons Jack—once his fear of what Jack will do if he leaves is eclipsed by his fear of what he’ll do if he stays.
Inventory:
At this point, Tim would be carrying a full weapon loadout, consisting of a sniper rifle, pistol, SMG, and shotgun plus ammunition, as well as a personal shield, grenades, and Oz kit (personal oxygen system for low-atmosphere environments).
Abilities:
- Vault hunting – Tim has the general survival skills of a vault hunter. He’s good with firearms, grenades, and other weaponry, and has experience in active combat. He is physically fit, can handle himself in a firefight, and can work within a small group.
- Digi-Jacks – Tim’s special ability summons multiple digi-structed Jacks to fight with him. These replicas can use weapons, draw enemy fire, and explode upon destruction, among other things, making them valuable allies. The digi-Jacks disappear after taking a small amount of damage or after a period of time.
Flaws:
Tim is a slightly burned cinnamon bun, dropped on the floor a couple of times, probably still edible but someone please save him.
But really, Tim is a passive-aggressive, sarcastic vault hunter with a temper and a very high kill count. He also sort of obliquely admitted to burning down a church once? Basically, no one in the Borderlands universe is entirely a good person, and Tim’s no exception. As he himself put it, “Even the nice people are murderers.”
SAMPLES
Action Log Sample:
Tim hates this stupid place already.
At least this stupid-- alternate dimension? Murdercity? Thing? Whatever-- is like, a thousand percent better than Elpis. No one has tried to murder him yet. It's been like a whole half an hour since he woke up in some weird arena thing, and exactly zero people have tried to shoot him or stab him or make a pizza out of his face. It's refreshing, maybe? And it also kind of puts his nerves on edge. He's just waiting for someone to jump out of a box and start yelling about meat bicycles.
There were monsters, sure, but Tim’s used to monsters. Better some weird abomination thing tries to chow down on his surgically-altered ass than a crazed dude with a 16-pack and a buzzaxe screaming about poop trains.
He also feels like of like ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag, so first order of business before he deals with the inevitable murderous meat enthusiasts-- coffee. And that means showing this stupid asshole face in an establishment to find some. Or he could just break into somebody’s house? That’s wrong, though. Breaking and entering is wrong, even if he’s doing it for coffee.
SoTim "Jack" hauls his sorry ass around, looking for… he’s not sure, exactly. Do they have Moonbucks here? They have Moonbucks everywhere, you can’t go two blocks without running into at least three of them in most civilized places.
Which obviously means no dice in these parts.
He passes a storefront window, and the glass is reflective enough that he can see his own face. He stops, briefly, and peers at his own face; squishes his cheeks with his stupid giant hands for a moment.
"Dear diary, day number fuck it. I still have the face of an asshole."
And no coffee. It’s official: Tim hates everything.
It’s not too long after, though, that he finds that what this place lacks in coffee, it makes up for in alcohol. There’s a bar, and the next best thing after coffee is booze. So fuck it—get shitfaced.
Player name: Inky
Contact:
Characters currently in-game: Gren
CHARACTER
Character Name: Timothy Lawrence
Character Age: Mid-20s, probably
Canon: Borderlands
Canon Point: Post-Claptastic Voyage
History: The Pre-Sequel wiki
Personality:
Once upon a time, Timothy Lawrence was a college student. Like most college students, his main concerns were graduating, getting a job, and making enough at that job to pay back his ridiculously large student loan debt. It was this desperate need to not be horrifically in debt that drove Tim to the Hyperion Corporation and the body-double program.
Now, Tim is stuck with the face of an asshole for the rest of his life, forced to run around on a moon and shoot people. His life is hard.
ZERO
Tim is, to be completely frank, a dweeb. Before he was Jackified, he was nervous and had a somewhat high-pitched voice, hemming and hawing his way through conversations when he was uncomfortable. He wasn’t charming or smooth or confident. He was easily cowed when other, more confident people tried to persuade him or stonewall him into doing something, even if he wasn’t sure about it. He was a nerdy, freckly, gangly little doormat who didn’t have very many friends or prospects and who mostly went through life trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. Even his own mother didn’t like him very much, considering that she laughed whenever she was told that he had died. That’s what he was going into his adventure on Elpis—a nobody shoved into the role of a hero and expected to emulate a man who was supposed to be his better.
HERO
Getting life-altering plastic surgery didn’t completely change Tim, though. He’s still awkward in many ways, especially when it comes to talking to women. Particularly women that he finds attractive; he can barely string together a coherent sentence when he talks to Moxxi, for instance, and mostly just seems to babble out whatever happens to be in his head at that moment. He’s still cripplingly afraid of heights, even though he spends most of his time running around a moon with gravity so low that falling basically has no consequences, unless you fall into lava or something.
Running and gunning on Elpis has, however, had some impact on his character. He’s become a little less nervous and less of a doormat, because there’s probably a threshold of how many bandits you must shoot in the face before answering the phone stops being so anxiety-inducing. He’s still not completely unfazed by all the tentacled crazy that goes on around him, but he does become more sarcastic about it as the story progresses. Tim does not want to be doing this shit, he doesn’t want to be on this weird, horrible moon, and he will let you know how he feels. Tim’s coping mechanism is passive aggressive sarcasm towards his situation at large.
But there is also a part of him that’s not as tiny as he would admit that kind of likes what he’s doing, too.
There’s a part of Tim that likes the powerful feeling of a well-aimed sniper round busting open a bandit’s skull. There’s a part of him that likes the adrenaline rush, the kick that he gets from kicking ass. Tim had been the little nerd that no one paid attention to for a long time, and he does get a vicious, vindictive satisfaction out of being the big man, the badass, the hero. Then something with tentacles shows up and he remembers that everything sucks, too.
Tim is also probably the least jaded of all the vault hunters, though that’s probably not a high bar to pass. He retains a certain sentimentality, and apologizes to books in an undertone when he makes fun of them while pretending to be Jack. He loves cats, and makes stupid faces and baby-talks at pictures of them. When Jack sends Gladstone and the other scientists out an airlock because one of them might be a mole, Tim is horrified, while the other vault hunters are far less affected. Tim is the soft touch of the party, for what that’s worth on a murdermoon like Elpis, even though he really can’t do much to stop all the violence around him. He is the reluctant participant in Jack’s vicious scheme, going along for the ride because he doesn’t have much of a choice and knows it.
By the time Jack has Tim and the other vault hunters dive into Claptrap’s horrible little mind to retrieve corporate secrets, the weight of everything that he’s done is starting to show on him. Tim’s got a temper, and in between the passive aggressive sarcasm and attempts at pretending that he’s disaffected, he gets mad. And when Tim loses it, he sounds very much like Jack.
After the events of the Pre-Sequel and DLCs, Tim eventually abandons Jack—once his fear of what Jack will do if he leaves is eclipsed by his fear of what he’ll do if he stays.
Inventory:
At this point, Tim would be carrying a full weapon loadout, consisting of a sniper rifle, pistol, SMG, and shotgun plus ammunition, as well as a personal shield, grenades, and Oz kit (personal oxygen system for low-atmosphere environments).
Abilities:
- Vault hunting – Tim has the general survival skills of a vault hunter. He’s good with firearms, grenades, and other weaponry, and has experience in active combat. He is physically fit, can handle himself in a firefight, and can work within a small group.
- Digi-Jacks – Tim’s special ability summons multiple digi-structed Jacks to fight with him. These replicas can use weapons, draw enemy fire, and explode upon destruction, among other things, making them valuable allies. The digi-Jacks disappear after taking a small amount of damage or after a period of time.
Flaws:
Tim is a slightly burned cinnamon bun, dropped on the floor a couple of times, probably still edible but someone please save him.
But really, Tim is a passive-aggressive, sarcastic vault hunter with a temper and a very high kill count. He also sort of obliquely admitted to burning down a church once? Basically, no one in the Borderlands universe is entirely a good person, and Tim’s no exception. As he himself put it, “Even the nice people are murderers.”
SAMPLES
Action Log Sample:
Tim hates this stupid place already.
At least this stupid-- alternate dimension? Murdercity? Thing? Whatever-- is like, a thousand percent better than Elpis. No one has tried to murder him yet. It's been like a whole half an hour since he woke up in some weird arena thing, and exactly zero people have tried to shoot him or stab him or make a pizza out of his face. It's refreshing, maybe? And it also kind of puts his nerves on edge. He's just waiting for someone to jump out of a box and start yelling about meat bicycles.
There were monsters, sure, but Tim’s used to monsters. Better some weird abomination thing tries to chow down on his surgically-altered ass than a crazed dude with a 16-pack and a buzzaxe screaming about poop trains.
He also feels like of like ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag, so first order of business before he deals with the inevitable murderous meat enthusiasts-- coffee. And that means showing this stupid asshole face in an establishment to find some. Or he could just break into somebody’s house? That’s wrong, though. Breaking and entering is wrong, even if he’s doing it for coffee.
So
Which obviously means no dice in these parts.
He passes a storefront window, and the glass is reflective enough that he can see his own face. He stops, briefly, and peers at his own face; squishes his cheeks with his stupid giant hands for a moment.
"Dear diary, day number fuck it. I still have the face of an asshole."
And no coffee. It’s official: Tim hates everything.
It’s not too long after, though, that he finds that what this place lacks in coffee, it makes up for in alcohol. There’s a bar, and the next best thing after coffee is booze. So fuck it—get shitfaced.
