Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2012 4:27:34 GMT -5
b a s i c s
physical description;
Saxon is- put nicely- a little rough around the edges. He's fair skinned, though his complexion often looks darker due to the constant five o clock shadow he often dons. His features are also all-around dark. Dark hair, often messy or disheveled, eyes slightly sunken and tired.
He dons very few injuries despite his line of work. He has two tattoos, one which is a devil on his left shoulder, and an angel on his right. Regardless, this is often covered by his vast wardrobe of suits, shirts, expensive clothing and hooded-variety tops. He has no piercings and very few blemishes.
When he's out 'terrorising' Duplicity with his latest inventions, he dons a variety of other appearances, often things considered outrageous, just to catch the eye.
friends;
N/A
likes;
Saxon has an ego the size of Great Britain and one of his favourite past times is getting that ego stroked. He likes being in the news, having a little fan base dedicated to himself and generally himself as a person.
He's a huge fan of mechanics and learning how things work, which is where most of his inventions stem from, he often messes around until he gets something just right. Drugs, booze and the occasional cigarette are another couple of things that make the man 'the man'. If it isn't for his drunken escapades, drug-induced inventions or the rare calming cigarette he's under the impression he wouldn't be half as interesting as he is.
His interests range from cars to the paranormal. He's also noted as being quite a cat lady.
dislikes;
Of course he hates being out of the spotlight, he's a big child who needs attention constantly regardless of whether it is good or bad. He's bound to dislike being outwitted by anyone, especially by someone who would be 'lower on the food chain' than him. He's not a huge fan of The Bloodhounds or Rundas because- in his eyes- they're just troublemakers who want to make it big- bigger than him.
He doesn't like broken sleep considering how little he normally gets anyway and he absolutely loathes Jun's impromptu timing. Generally speaking, he doesn't dislike much. It takes a lot to annoy Saxon.
strengths;
Saxon's strengths are quite obvious. He's an entrepreneur in the technology industry who often dabbles with chemistry and biology in order to form a clear medium. Whereas that does not help in every-day life, his wit and intelligence generally do. He's quite charming, he has a way with words and can generally get what he wants, when he wants it. He could build a city from the ground up, if given the time and motivation and in most respects he's quite dedicated to his work.
He's very social and can attempt to wriggle his way into any social structure with ease, his silver tongue making friends more often than not.
weaknesses;
His mouth often gets him in to trouble, he can't stop the motor running when he knows it should be at a standstill. He finds it difficult to make long-term friends and due to his notoriety in Duplicity, he's made himself just as bad a name as a good one.
He's not overly strong and can be easily overpowered. He mostly relies on his wit- which also mostly gets him into trouble. He's human, he can be damaged, bruised and cut in the way any other human can be. Generally speaking, he's as mortal as the rest of Duplicity, and when he's not locked up in the enterprises, he's as good-a-game to anyone looking to make Duplicity a better place.
Saxon also stands out like a sore thumb, often using his contraptions, driving his expensive cars, or generally getting himself into brawls. His alcohol and drug problems are evenly matched when it comes to drawing the trouble in.
personality;
Saxon's personality type would be considered a 'Groundbreaking Thinker'. This means he's very intellectually quick, creative and resourceful, he can be good at a lot, but it has to interest him. His personality is often a little too overpowering for the average Joe. He can be very in-your-face and excitable, particularly when new ideas are brought to the table. Despite this, he doesn't neglect his life for the purpose of his studies. He's very much into being known as 'the guy who did that' and he doesn't let a moment of Saxon-time dwindle into nothing.
Extremely verbal, he likes to be able to say what he wants and often gets away with it. He can be charming, witty, sarcastic, but is often the type of person who finds it hard to make permanent friends. This is due to his larger-than-life ego, which overpowers most people with ease.
He's a leader type, he feels like he's the biggest dog in the ballpark and for good reason, he's got more money than most of the dogs in the ballpark. Despite this, his bark is more often worse than his bite.
Despite his personality mostly being a negative/positive even, Saxon often finds himself falling into bouts of depression when he isn't kept amused. He thrives on peoples reaction to him, so without people around to boost his ego, he slips into the void otherwise known as depression and seems unable to pull himself out of it with ease.
history;
Saxon Enterprises was a company founded by Gwen and Luther Saxon, parents of Eames Saxon and adoptive parents of Jun Lei. In December of 2007, Gwen and Luther passed away, supposedly from a lab accident gone awry. Saxon and Jun were left alone to keep their parents legacy in the enterprise going. Few things have gone right since then.
The constant bickering between the two children had become something of a display to the media. The Saxon-experiments gone wrong had certainly become something of a problem to Duplicity. Despite being the most well maintained energy service in the city, Saxon enterprises had taken the plunge a few too many times.
When the arguing finally subsided, Saxon enterprises found itself in a whole new interesting world. With Jun doing the business work, the 'important' stuff, Eames found himself more time to finally do what he'd been meaning to do for a long time.
He liked to call it 'making a difference'. Duplicity liked to call the enterprise a 'cash cow'. It started with smaller gadgets, phones, tablets, laptops. It's ended up in tracking systems for criminals, hi-tech gadgets, bio-organic weaponry and people, only to name a few.
rp sample;
Saxon was uncaring at the best of times. 3:34am was not a good time, not even close to the best of times and definitely, definitely a bad time. He'd only paraded back in to the office approximately forty minutes ago, he'd stripped down, got in to bed and waved an arm at a sensor on the wall. It was so routine that even when the man would go out, get shitfaced and come back to his homely little palace, he'd find it almost impossible to forget. 3:34am was the time that Jun decided to phone him-- the wiz-kid probably hadn't even uttered the word 'sleep' yet, which Saxon had been convinced was not part of her agenda. A hand reaching over, patting at the desk a few times whilst trying to acquire his phone, Gloria Estefan wasn't a welcome sound at 3-something in the morning. With a low grumble, slightly reminiscent of a bear being woken from hibernation, he spoke. "Answer. Phone." Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga, I know you can't control yourself any longer. "Phone, answer. PHONE." Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger, don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat. "Piece of fucking..." Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat, don't you worry if you can't dance; let the music move your feet.
Saxon's almighty hand came slamming down on the phone, Gloria's voice became a muffled tune straight from the pits of hell, still uttering her lyrics as the man squinted his almost pupiless dark brown eyes, one large finger slamming down on the answer button, missing the first time, but not the second. Jun's tone was serious when the phone connected. "Saxon, are you sleeping?"
Without waiting for an answer, she started to explain her reason for phoning so early in the morning-- apparently she'd 'had a breakthrough' that Saxon would 'surely be interested in'. And in his silence, he found himself mesmerised by the light of the phone as the gears in his head started to click in to place.
---
Saxon Enterprises was one of those companies that bought anything even remotely successful. Anything they wanted, they could acquire through wit, energy and endless amounts of money. They were one of those background companies, the ones that ran everything without being directly involved. One of those companies you heard about, but you'd never actually witnessed first hand. Other than the large, energy-consuming behemoth structures which you'd walk past on your daily stroll to-and-from the tube system-- they owned some of that too-- you almost wouldn't know they existed.
Criticism was something that was often used when in conjunction to the company. People didn't like change, especially when Luther and Gwen had passed on their company to the only heirs they had left-- Junior and Jun. Saxon Jr's sense of humour, along with his lifestyle, the way he treated the rest of the world and his money spending capabilities were somewhat questionable to the media and despite his adoptive sisters constant nagging to 'raise the bar' a little, Saxon never changed. Jun was aware of this- and her Brother's drink problems, his hole-in-the-pocket symptoms and his general unkindly attitude to a lot of things.
But he was the King of the castle and he'd been informed that there was a dirty rascal in the system- his system.
Jun had been monitoring the companies they owned a small percentage of. Saxon had gone through the difficulties of having his own security put in everywhere he needed to have it. And Jun had finally found a little quirk in the system, some money that was going walk abouts. Some money that Saxon and Jun probably shouldn't have known about. But in the long run, they were going to be messed with, so they were also going to get to the bottom of it.
It wasn't something they normally did- track down missing packets of money. Saxon was a gadget guy, he could work electronics like a charm, he could construct buildings- he could do anything he put his mind to. But his mind was on the money and the money was walking away.
---
It had taken them another two days to situate Saxon in Telerun. He'd gone in as an employee-- fake disguise and all. He wasn't fooling himself-- nor anybody else, but the guy was of an average size, slightly-above the average musculature for a man of his height though, but without the rippling muscle effect of someone who actually worked out every day. Despite that, his suit uncomfortably clung to his chest, covered by a brown jacket which was slightly less showy and significantly more 'Saxon'. He'd fixed himself up with a nice watch, a pair of expensive shoes but had let his hair hang there, leaving it naturally how it had been when he had woken up. It was slightly wavy, barely below ear-length and extremely unkempt, not diluted by hair dyeing or products.
His walk was slightly bow-legged, taking carefully chosen steps around the offices, his eyes wandering to-and-fro behind the expensive pair of sunglasses he wore. He wasn't one for blending in, but he wasn't here to blend in- he'd hoped to find the key to his little puzzle within a day, then he didn't plan to take another step into Telerun for the foreseeable future.
If he had a heart-- and he didn't, for the most-part. He'd feel sorry for all the people who worked in Telerun. They were quite clearly working dead-end jobs in an environment not much better than a prison cell. Maybe, he'd donate a few fans to the company when he found the rats gnawing through his system. The office was mostly sweltering- making Saxon almost immediately regret his decision to wear the two layers in the environment- loosening his tie a little as he finally made it to his destination. Sitting at 'his' desk.
And a few long hours later, he'd got what he needed. Accessing the database had been easy, especially with Saxon's tools, but it had been more difficult finding what he needed amongst all of the other useless shit that he'd stumbled across. His suspicions had been right.
The bathroom had been calling for the last hour though, so upon standing from his uncomfortable office chair, he wandered lazily to the staff restroom, letting himself in with ease, eyes darting around the room, settling upon the only other resident. A resident who he'd just caught talking to himself in the mirror.
Instead of immediately intervening and warning the health care on standby, he'd moved to take a piss in the closest urinal, sighing in relief as he pulled his zip up, turning on his heels to wander back to the sinks. Leaning over, he switched on the tap, glancing over at his bathroom comrade. Now was as good a time as any.
"You sure do hear some weird things in the office..." A pause as he washed his hands, turning to physically look at the other man, taking in his features, which certainly wasn't difficult to do. Yet he decided to blank the others deformity, clapping his hands as he returned to the drier. "Money going missing, affairs..."
A genuine little smirk spread across his cheeks as he stood with his back to Harris, drying his hands. "Real shame."
Saxon's Choice In Tunes
N/A CURRENTLY.
name; Eames Saxon
alias; Mr. Saxon, Saxon.
gang residence; Empyrean, loosely.
occupation; Inventor, genius, egotist.
alignment; Chaotic Neutral.
age; 34.
DoB; December 3rd.
sexual orientation; Presumably asexual.
face claim; Misha Collins.
alias; Mr. Saxon, Saxon.
gang residence; Empyrean, loosely.
occupation; Inventor, genius, egotist.
alignment; Chaotic Neutral.
age; 34.
DoB; December 3rd.
sexual orientation; Presumably asexual.
face claim; Misha Collins.
physical description;
Saxon is- put nicely- a little rough around the edges. He's fair skinned, though his complexion often looks darker due to the constant five o clock shadow he often dons. His features are also all-around dark. Dark hair, often messy or disheveled, eyes slightly sunken and tired.
He dons very few injuries despite his line of work. He has two tattoos, one which is a devil on his left shoulder, and an angel on his right. Regardless, this is often covered by his vast wardrobe of suits, shirts, expensive clothing and hooded-variety tops. He has no piercings and very few blemishes.
When he's out 'terrorising' Duplicity with his latest inventions, he dons a variety of other appearances, often things considered outrageous, just to catch the eye.
family;
Luther Saxon - Father - Deceased.
Gwen Maria Saxon - Mother - Deceased.
Jun Lei - Sister - Alive 'n' kickin'.
Luther Saxon - Father - Deceased.
Gwen Maria Saxon - Mother - Deceased.
Jun Lei - Sister - Alive 'n' kickin'.
friends;
N/A
likes;
Saxon has an ego the size of Great Britain and one of his favourite past times is getting that ego stroked. He likes being in the news, having a little fan base dedicated to himself and generally himself as a person.
He's a huge fan of mechanics and learning how things work, which is where most of his inventions stem from, he often messes around until he gets something just right. Drugs, booze and the occasional cigarette are another couple of things that make the man 'the man'. If it isn't for his drunken escapades, drug-induced inventions or the rare calming cigarette he's under the impression he wouldn't be half as interesting as he is.
His interests range from cars to the paranormal. He's also noted as being quite a cat lady.
dislikes;
Of course he hates being out of the spotlight, he's a big child who needs attention constantly regardless of whether it is good or bad. He's bound to dislike being outwitted by anyone, especially by someone who would be 'lower on the food chain' than him. He's not a huge fan of The Bloodhounds or Rundas because- in his eyes- they're just troublemakers who want to make it big- bigger than him.
He doesn't like broken sleep considering how little he normally gets anyway and he absolutely loathes Jun's impromptu timing. Generally speaking, he doesn't dislike much. It takes a lot to annoy Saxon.
strengths;
Saxon's strengths are quite obvious. He's an entrepreneur in the technology industry who often dabbles with chemistry and biology in order to form a clear medium. Whereas that does not help in every-day life, his wit and intelligence generally do. He's quite charming, he has a way with words and can generally get what he wants, when he wants it. He could build a city from the ground up, if given the time and motivation and in most respects he's quite dedicated to his work.
He's very social and can attempt to wriggle his way into any social structure with ease, his silver tongue making friends more often than not.
weaknesses;
His mouth often gets him in to trouble, he can't stop the motor running when he knows it should be at a standstill. He finds it difficult to make long-term friends and due to his notoriety in Duplicity, he's made himself just as bad a name as a good one.
He's not overly strong and can be easily overpowered. He mostly relies on his wit- which also mostly gets him into trouble. He's human, he can be damaged, bruised and cut in the way any other human can be. Generally speaking, he's as mortal as the rest of Duplicity, and when he's not locked up in the enterprises, he's as good-a-game to anyone looking to make Duplicity a better place.
Saxon also stands out like a sore thumb, often using his contraptions, driving his expensive cars, or generally getting himself into brawls. His alcohol and drug problems are evenly matched when it comes to drawing the trouble in.
personality;
Saxon's personality type would be considered a 'Groundbreaking Thinker'. This means he's very intellectually quick, creative and resourceful, he can be good at a lot, but it has to interest him. His personality is often a little too overpowering for the average Joe. He can be very in-your-face and excitable, particularly when new ideas are brought to the table. Despite this, he doesn't neglect his life for the purpose of his studies. He's very much into being known as 'the guy who did that' and he doesn't let a moment of Saxon-time dwindle into nothing.
Extremely verbal, he likes to be able to say what he wants and often gets away with it. He can be charming, witty, sarcastic, but is often the type of person who finds it hard to make permanent friends. This is due to his larger-than-life ego, which overpowers most people with ease.
He's a leader type, he feels like he's the biggest dog in the ballpark and for good reason, he's got more money than most of the dogs in the ballpark. Despite this, his bark is more often worse than his bite.
Despite his personality mostly being a negative/positive even, Saxon often finds himself falling into bouts of depression when he isn't kept amused. He thrives on peoples reaction to him, so without people around to boost his ego, he slips into the void otherwise known as depression and seems unable to pull himself out of it with ease.
history;
Saxon Enterprises was a company founded by Gwen and Luther Saxon, parents of Eames Saxon and adoptive parents of Jun Lei. In December of 2007, Gwen and Luther passed away, supposedly from a lab accident gone awry. Saxon and Jun were left alone to keep their parents legacy in the enterprise going. Few things have gone right since then.
The constant bickering between the two children had become something of a display to the media. The Saxon-experiments gone wrong had certainly become something of a problem to Duplicity. Despite being the most well maintained energy service in the city, Saxon enterprises had taken the plunge a few too many times.
When the arguing finally subsided, Saxon enterprises found itself in a whole new interesting world. With Jun doing the business work, the 'important' stuff, Eames found himself more time to finally do what he'd been meaning to do for a long time.
He liked to call it 'making a difference'. Duplicity liked to call the enterprise a 'cash cow'. It started with smaller gadgets, phones, tablets, laptops. It's ended up in tracking systems for criminals, hi-tech gadgets, bio-organic weaponry and people, only to name a few.
rp sample;
Saxon was uncaring at the best of times. 3:34am was not a good time, not even close to the best of times and definitely, definitely a bad time. He'd only paraded back in to the office approximately forty minutes ago, he'd stripped down, got in to bed and waved an arm at a sensor on the wall. It was so routine that even when the man would go out, get shitfaced and come back to his homely little palace, he'd find it almost impossible to forget. 3:34am was the time that Jun decided to phone him-- the wiz-kid probably hadn't even uttered the word 'sleep' yet, which Saxon had been convinced was not part of her agenda. A hand reaching over, patting at the desk a few times whilst trying to acquire his phone, Gloria Estefan wasn't a welcome sound at 3-something in the morning. With a low grumble, slightly reminiscent of a bear being woken from hibernation, he spoke. "Answer. Phone." Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga, I know you can't control yourself any longer. "Phone, answer. PHONE." Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger, don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat. "Piece of fucking..." Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat, don't you worry if you can't dance; let the music move your feet.
Saxon's almighty hand came slamming down on the phone, Gloria's voice became a muffled tune straight from the pits of hell, still uttering her lyrics as the man squinted his almost pupiless dark brown eyes, one large finger slamming down on the answer button, missing the first time, but not the second. Jun's tone was serious when the phone connected. "Saxon, are you sleeping?"
Without waiting for an answer, she started to explain her reason for phoning so early in the morning-- apparently she'd 'had a breakthrough' that Saxon would 'surely be interested in'. And in his silence, he found himself mesmerised by the light of the phone as the gears in his head started to click in to place.
---
Saxon Enterprises was one of those companies that bought anything even remotely successful. Anything they wanted, they could acquire through wit, energy and endless amounts of money. They were one of those background companies, the ones that ran everything without being directly involved. One of those companies you heard about, but you'd never actually witnessed first hand. Other than the large, energy-consuming behemoth structures which you'd walk past on your daily stroll to-and-from the tube system-- they owned some of that too-- you almost wouldn't know they existed.
Criticism was something that was often used when in conjunction to the company. People didn't like change, especially when Luther and Gwen had passed on their company to the only heirs they had left-- Junior and Jun. Saxon Jr's sense of humour, along with his lifestyle, the way he treated the rest of the world and his money spending capabilities were somewhat questionable to the media and despite his adoptive sisters constant nagging to 'raise the bar' a little, Saxon never changed. Jun was aware of this- and her Brother's drink problems, his hole-in-the-pocket symptoms and his general unkindly attitude to a lot of things.
But he was the King of the castle and he'd been informed that there was a dirty rascal in the system- his system.
Jun had been monitoring the companies they owned a small percentage of. Saxon had gone through the difficulties of having his own security put in everywhere he needed to have it. And Jun had finally found a little quirk in the system, some money that was going walk abouts. Some money that Saxon and Jun probably shouldn't have known about. But in the long run, they were going to be messed with, so they were also going to get to the bottom of it.
It wasn't something they normally did- track down missing packets of money. Saxon was a gadget guy, he could work electronics like a charm, he could construct buildings- he could do anything he put his mind to. But his mind was on the money and the money was walking away.
---
It had taken them another two days to situate Saxon in Telerun. He'd gone in as an employee-- fake disguise and all. He wasn't fooling himself-- nor anybody else, but the guy was of an average size, slightly-above the average musculature for a man of his height though, but without the rippling muscle effect of someone who actually worked out every day. Despite that, his suit uncomfortably clung to his chest, covered by a brown jacket which was slightly less showy and significantly more 'Saxon'. He'd fixed himself up with a nice watch, a pair of expensive shoes but had let his hair hang there, leaving it naturally how it had been when he had woken up. It was slightly wavy, barely below ear-length and extremely unkempt, not diluted by hair dyeing or products.
His walk was slightly bow-legged, taking carefully chosen steps around the offices, his eyes wandering to-and-fro behind the expensive pair of sunglasses he wore. He wasn't one for blending in, but he wasn't here to blend in- he'd hoped to find the key to his little puzzle within a day, then he didn't plan to take another step into Telerun for the foreseeable future.
If he had a heart-- and he didn't, for the most-part. He'd feel sorry for all the people who worked in Telerun. They were quite clearly working dead-end jobs in an environment not much better than a prison cell. Maybe, he'd donate a few fans to the company when he found the rats gnawing through his system. The office was mostly sweltering- making Saxon almost immediately regret his decision to wear the two layers in the environment- loosening his tie a little as he finally made it to his destination. Sitting at 'his' desk.
And a few long hours later, he'd got what he needed. Accessing the database had been easy, especially with Saxon's tools, but it had been more difficult finding what he needed amongst all of the other useless shit that he'd stumbled across. His suspicions had been right.
The bathroom had been calling for the last hour though, so upon standing from his uncomfortable office chair, he wandered lazily to the staff restroom, letting himself in with ease, eyes darting around the room, settling upon the only other resident. A resident who he'd just caught talking to himself in the mirror.
Instead of immediately intervening and warning the health care on standby, he'd moved to take a piss in the closest urinal, sighing in relief as he pulled his zip up, turning on his heels to wander back to the sinks. Leaning over, he switched on the tap, glancing over at his bathroom comrade. Now was as good a time as any.
"You sure do hear some weird things in the office..." A pause as he washed his hands, turning to physically look at the other man, taking in his features, which certainly wasn't difficult to do. Yet he decided to blank the others deformity, clapping his hands as he returned to the drier. "Money going missing, affairs..."
A genuine little smirk spread across his cheeks as he stood with his back to Harris, drying his hands. "Real shame."
Saxon's Choice In Tunes
N/A CURRENTLY.