Basic Statistics

Race: Human.

Name: Slimm Jimm

Age: 62

Height: 5'11"

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Naturally brown -aged to a fine white-grey.

Hair Style: Though Jimm's hair is straight, you would never call it that. His locks hang just past his shoulders in a completely wild entanglement of silver which, as such, he always keeps back in a single ponytail -only taken out to sleep.

Skin Colour: Once nicely tanned, his flesh has paled considerably from his time indoors tinkering with machinery.

Tattoos/Distinguishing Features: "Not much can be said for his past", proclaim the many scars across Jimm's chest and back. While the thin lines on his arms can easily be attributed to accidents from machinery and minor cuts and scrapes, the deep scars along his torso are far more menacing.

Build: Wiry thin.

Speed: Usually slow and steady. Faster in his younger age, Jimm isn't too fussed about being fast or slow, as his job doesn't require too much moving, and even then it's just shifting his workshop to a new location every now and then.

Strength: His once useful muscles have since waned from lack of general excercise, though he still seems to have strength enough to lug heavy machinery around and give Tyler a clip around the ear every now and then.

Jewellery: Jimm has a certain distaste for jewellery around the work area, and as such, never wears anything of the sort aside from a simple thick string necklace, and two leather cuffs around his wrists to protect him somewhat from his belowed machinery. The only other bric-a-brac on his form would be the red mechanical pencil, permanently wedged behind his left ear.

Outfit/Weapons: Jimm is prone to wear his usual outfit of black jeans and a simple, open black vest. If he ventures out into public he would throw on one t-shirt or another, just to seem at least decent to the outside populace. An inventor of weapons, it would be pointless to pick out several artefacts of Jimm's artillery, because all in all, he changes his mind every 5 minutes as to what he or someone else needs or doesn't need. His stock is constantly changing.

Information: Not much is known about the warmongering Brit, other than what he chooses to divulge. Apart from the fact that he emmigrated to the United States upon the age of 14 (and still retains his accent from the move), his past is handelled with care, and treated like a bomb -ready to explode at any moment if one should venture too near. Not much is known about the man, aside from his love of all things mechanical and tinkerable, and aside from the fact that he loves -of all things- to fight a war he has no place in. He has forever stood for Ferals, selling his weapons to their kind, in hope for the greater good of their race. No one knows why he is so compelled to do this, but all quietly assume it has something to do with the past he keeps hidden.

Character Copyrights: Slimm Jimm © Katherine "Kat" Bongard 2005

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