Name:
Jean C. Alderday
Age:
55
Abilities:
-Mr. Alderday is able to lift heavy objects and can take a lot of hits.
-Sports four fully functional arms.
-He also carries a side weapon and may even be accompanied by guards depending on the situation.
-9mm Beretta compact pistol
-Thompson submachine gun
-Serrated combat knife
-Mr. Alderday grows impatient quickly which messes with his ability to make rational judgments in crucial moments. Having his actions stumped one after the other tend to set him off the quickest.
-Mr. Alderday may be physically fit, but having two extra arms causes medical problems in his body, mainly his back. He is able to do rigorous activities without any complications, but hard hits on his back will send him in great pain and may bring him down on his knees.
-Mr. Alderday is big, it's hard to miss him with a projectile when standing still.
-When accompanied by guards, his defense is lowered and is less alert to his surrounding.
Appearance
-Mr. Alderday is 6.6ft. tall and 350 ibs.
-Mr. Alderday is very muscular and has four arms.
-Mr. Alderday wears a different variety of suits ranging from standard black and white, to more modern tones.
-Mr. Alderday has a noticeably large, chiseled, cleft chin.
-Mr. Alderday usually sports a watch on his normally unconcealed left arm, he usually switches his watches around like he does his clothes.
Personality:
Mr. Alderday is professional and respectful; he likes to converse with his opponent before a fight and a lot of the time he likes to offer them drinks and compliments as if they are discussing business, but when the fight is initiated however, he doesn't play around. Mr. Alderday may be a composed fighter, but he latches onto the inadequacies that he felt when he was a young lad growing up. He can lash out aggressively when the opponent degrades him during a match by out preforming him. In public, Mr. Alderday conceals his extra arms under his clothes. He is not afraid to show them when it's appropriate, but he would rather keep a low profile. Mr. Alderday respects others despite of difference in class, but in return, he expects them to respect him as well. As far as his moral compass goes, he'd be neutral. He would do the right thing if he wouldn't need to go out of his way to do it, but he isn't below stretching his morals to further benefit his goals.
Tactics:
If Mr. Alderday has guards by his side, he will most likely tell them to engage if he is taken by a surprise ambush by the opponent. Mr. Alderday may call in for support like an attack helicopter or extra troops if the enemy starts to over-whelm him. Mr. Alderday is fairly strong mind you, strong enough to rip concrete slabs out of the ground if he uses all four of his arms. He will use his environment to his advantage if he can to either protect himself, set up obstacles, make pathways for himself and others, and use them to damage his opponent. Mr. Alderday has very unique arm movements when attacking; He will use one arm for jabs and standard punches, but will use both of his right or left arms for heavy punches. Mr. Alderday can use all four of his arms to crush his opponent against his body or choke a larger opponent out. He doesn't uses his legs in combat all that much, they are usually reserved for running, stomping, kneeing, and drop-kicking. Mr. Alderday is very sturdy and can take a lot of hits, because of this, he will sometimes let faster opponents get a hit in on purpose so he can get them close enough to damage them. On top of all of that, Mr. Alderday can be creative and resourceful when given the opportunity.
Setting/Circumstances
-Normal match/Surprise encounter:
Mr. Alderday will not restrict himself in anyway during these kind of matches when it comes to his resources.
-Sport/Honor match:
Mr. Alderday will not use any external influences like guards or call in for any support. He will fight on his own and will only use a weapon if the opponent plans on using a weapon as well.
Jean Crew Alderday was made in a tube in a cloning lab. One would guess that someone of his stature was made to be a super soldier, but that's not the case. Jean was made for one purpose, to be nothing more than a donor for his aging father Arnold Alderday. Arnold was a multi-billionaire who owned multiple oil reserves around the world, Arnold however, was 112 years old. His body was old and withered and was constantly shutting down on itself; to delay his inevitable death, he funded cloning labs to make clones of himself to farm for vital organs to prolong his life. As time passed, his body was deteriorating faster, so he got his scientists to create a growth stimulant to make his clones age faster so he could farm for more organs. The clone batch that Jean (or at the time was labeled 22A) was grown in was given this serum.
A few years passed and every clone in 22A's batch were mature enough to be farmed. One scientist called Dr. Jean Crew, who was one of the head scientists, couldn't bare to let another child die for the sake of prolonging the painful, overrun life that was Arnold Alderday's. She arranged an undercover operation to stump the cloning labs, and to take 22A and the other clones out of their father's reach. The operation was successful; 22A was safe, the other clones were spread out safely to different locations, and the labs were sabotaged to prevent any further cloning.
22A named himself Jean after Dr. Crew. He stayed with a small fraction of his fellow clones, who were released from the labs and had hid out in an abandoned mansion in the outskirts of Nevada. When Jean turned 16, he went through a painful growth spurt and quickly grew out two extra arms. It turns out the serum he was given years ago was still in it's experimental stages, and as such caused him to grow in size and develop extra arms. This didn't go un-noticed with his sibling, they alienated him from their lives because of his freakish size and features. Feeling betrayed, he departed to join the only place he could fit in, the Traveling Freak Show. Jean slowly started to feel more accepted by everyone else in there as time passed, he later became the most famous attraction. He was named Atlas, the Four-Armed Strongman who lifted a great many with the help of his four arms. Years passed, and at the age of 20, his two extra arms were conflicting with his anatomy. His back was aching 24/7 and he couldn't lift any more weights. He was eventually kicked out and stranded in Berlin, where his last performance took place.
Things were looking bad for poor Jean Alderday, he was stranded in Berlin and didn't know a lick of German, his back was aching all the time and he no longer had any connections. Soon after Jean gave up on his life, an old lady named Anka, who watched his last act, had followed him outside and offered him shelter. Turns out, she was fairly wealthy. She got Jean the surgery he needed to fix his back problem and he turned out good as new. Anka had outlived her friends and family and was left with no one else. Jean was empathetic towards her and decided to live with her for a couple years. Sadly, Anka passed away from old age. In Jean's distraught, he found out that Anka included Jean in her will, and had left him her estate and fortune. Jean invested wisely in a carbonated fruit punch soft drink known as Tropic. The product sold well and Jean became an esteemed multi-millionaire.
Jean, now officially labeled Mr. Alderday, was no longer a four-armed misfit, but rather a man of wealth and power. 30 years into his wealth, he'd become jaded to the simple pleasures of life that he once craved and craves only the finest tastes like exquisite alcohol and expensive cigars. What was left of the boy he once was had faded away over time. Every time Mr. Alderday looked into the mirror, he saw only the reflection of the man who would have had him killed to prolong his life. Although, the serum that was injected into him had potentially increased his life expectancy, he dreads that one day, he too might throw aside the morals that he valued to simply prolong what would eventually be the rest of his life. Mr. Alderday reflected over his life, and even though he was a multi-millionaire, he still wasn't satisfied with his accomplishments. He remembered that the happiest time of his life was when he was part of the Traveling Freak Show. People didn't stare at him in horror, but rather in marvel. The excitement that fueled him to do so many great feats was still desired within him.
Mr. Alderday made up his mind, he decided to join the RHG as a way to relive the excitement that he needed.
1:32 PM
The early-afternoon sun barely beams through the closed blinds of a quaint meeting room with a large mahogany table in the middle. In the right-hand corner stands a small bar housing various types of alcohol, brandy, gin, whiskey, wine, scotch, you name it. behind the counter stood a large man in a navy blue suit and a black tie, who had just powered through a business meeting and was deserving of a congratulatory drink. He takes a bottle of brandy and a glass from behind the counter, lays back in the farthest seat in the room and pours himself a drink. He kicks his legs up on the table and looks around the empty room. Quiet, dim, and no one else was on the entire floor other than a janitor cleaning the next two doors down. He feels safe to un-button his shirt. an extra left arm emerges from his suit carrying a cigar with the label "Flor de Oliva", he takes out his pocket lighter and proceeds to light it. He just sat there for a good five minutes, sipping his drink and enjoying his cigar. He had never felt quite as relaxed as he was now knowing that he had the room to himself.
Moments later, he heard footsteps nearing closer and closer to the door. "Strange" he thought. "The janitor couldn't have finished with the other rooms already, I would have been informed on my pager if someone was coming up to see me? Someone from the last meeting probably forgot something here." He reposed himself more professionally, put out his cigar under the table, and retracted his arm under his suit. As he was buttoning back up his shirt, a man in his twenties opened the door. He had a white suit with faint gray stripes running horizontally across it and sported a clip-on black tie. He also had brown briefcase he gripped tightly beside him. Without a word, he sat in the seat across from the large man. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Alderday." he said politely. "The pleasure is mine." replied Mr. Alderday, although, I don't think I've heard of you before Mr...? "oh, you can just call me Gerald" he insisted "I'd prefer to keep things casual." Right! So what business do you have with me Gerald? "You remember last week right?" Asked Gerald "When you signed a particular contract." I've signed many contracts last week Gerald, you need to be more explicit. Gerald stared sternly at Mr. Alderday "Your contract with the RHG. Your self evaluation has been scheduled for today." "Oh! Yes, of course!" Mr. Alderday exclaimed. "I almost forgot that it was today. What exactly am I meant to do for my evaluation may I ask?" The man adjusts his collar, then says "I am meant to fight you here Jean". "Here?' Mr. Alderday replied. "Surely you don't mean right here, right now? Speaking of which, how did you even know I was here?" We have an abondance of resources at our disposal Jean, we know how to find people. Besides, you never stated where we should preform our evaluation, only when. "Well this is a nice office, I'd prefer if we-" Mr. Alderday, it's 1:45 PM, it's time to start our evaluation.
The man quickly opens his briefcase, revealing a tommy gun. Before the first shot, Jean had already pushed the heavy table into the Gerald. The table, along with Gerald, crashed through the double doors. Seconds later, bullets went flying through the wall. Jean ran and ducked behind the bar table to give himself some cover. Not willing to risk getting shot, Jean took a bottle of rum, ripped off some table cloth from the bar, and made a molotov cocktail. Jean lit the fabric connected to the bottle, and when Gerald busted through the weakened wall, Jean threw the bottle at him. Turns out Gerald wasn't too bad of a shot. He had shot the bottle while it was in mid-air, saving his skin, but lit the whole room on fire. Jean was now witnessing his prized meeting room in flames, he'd only meant to hit Gerald, but ended up catching the whole place on fire. Jean then charged at Gerald in a fit of rage. He had rammed him through three office rooms and slammed Gerald into a desk. Using his right two right arms, Jean flung Gerald through the window and onto a car below.
Jean followed Gerald out of the window. He climbed down the fire exit and jumped off onto the car that Gerald crashed onto. Gerald quickly moved out of the way as Jean was falling onto him. When Jean landed onto the car, Gerald was waiting with his tommy gun fully loaded, pointing at him. Jean then fell behind the wrecked car, again giving himself cover. Gerald was running to get behind the car to shoot up Jean, but Jean had grabbed the car by the bumper with all four of his arms, and then swung it at Gerald. Gerald went flying into the nearby pastry shop.
Evaluation over.
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Lose(s): 1
Draw(s): 0
Forfeit(s): 0
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