Post by revolution on Jun 10, 2008 18:35:43 GMT -5
Name: James Nort; typically goes solely by his surname
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Era of Existence: 2057, Eurobritian
Description: Typically described as "That one-legged Yank with the toastie burns who sound like he's got him a head-cold,"
James Nort is, or, as A Proper M-B Director Like Wallace might say, his modus operandi is an atypically surly, grim front, rather given to making snarky comments at the worst possible times and messing up all of his non-Deliverance orders. Short, densely built, and sporting not only a headful of wiry brown hair typical to his ruddy Irish heritage but several nasty 'toastie' burns on one side of his face (which were indeed inflicted by a Deliverance target who attempted to fend him off with a running waffle iron). Nort lost his right leg in a bombing riot
while still living in the States, and has since then gone through a surprising number of replacements, all of which have been smashed, melted, or downright stolen ever since.
History: A native of the warring States, Nort was shipped over to Eurobritain in the early 40's aboard a casualty ship after the bombing incident. Though he remembers a bit more than that; (the bombing was not another self-strike, contrary to belief), Nort prefers to leave the mind-probes to the shrinks and any other probes hopefully gloved. After all, since the obliviation of Israel, the Eurobritain border police can't exactly take any chances...
Other: The second half of LxZ. Has worked in the Misery Buisness since his late 20's, though didn't make Probate until after three year's worth of attempts.
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Era of Existence: 2057, Eurobritian
Description: Typically described as "That one-legged Yank with the toastie burns who sound like he's got him a head-cold,"
James Nort is, or, as A Proper M-B Director Like Wallace might say, his modus operandi is an atypically surly, grim front, rather given to making snarky comments at the worst possible times and messing up all of his non-Deliverance orders. Short, densely built, and sporting not only a headful of wiry brown hair typical to his ruddy Irish heritage but several nasty 'toastie' burns on one side of his face (which were indeed inflicted by a Deliverance target who attempted to fend him off with a running waffle iron). Nort lost his right leg in a bombing riot
while still living in the States, and has since then gone through a surprising number of replacements, all of which have been smashed, melted, or downright stolen ever since.
History: A native of the warring States, Nort was shipped over to Eurobritain in the early 40's aboard a casualty ship after the bombing incident. Though he remembers a bit more than that; (the bombing was not another self-strike, contrary to belief), Nort prefers to leave the mind-probes to the shrinks and any other probes hopefully gloved. After all, since the obliviation of Israel, the Eurobritain border police can't exactly take any chances...
Other: The second half of LxZ. Has worked in the Misery Buisness since his late 20's, though didn't make Probate until after three year's worth of attempts.