Pork

The Butcher

# Character Information

### Summary

The Pig-faced butcher of the Redmond Barrens, a ruthless enforcer for the Halloweeners under King Humungamax

### Goals

* Eat
* Shoot Things
* Spook people

## Background

Pork, despite the mercilessness and ruthlessness, is actually quite the pitiful soul. Born sometime after Crash 2.0 in the Redmond Barrens to a Bunraku Doll mother and a Ganger father, he never got any education worth speaking of. His mother was killed by some Vory prick who was too rough with her and his father killed by a K-10 overdose, he went to live with his young alcoholic Grandparents who beat him like a dog who misbehaved, this bullying and abuse only escalated after 2061, when Haley's Comet passed. He was a Troll and grew to massive proportions already, but his weight escalated out of control. They'd call him "Piggy", "Bacon" or "Fatass" as they didn't even bother learning what his mother named him, hitting him harder and refusing to feed him "because he was big enough". This destruction of his psyche, ego and self-esteem, along with the pig-like qualities developed via SURGE, lead him to don a piecemeal gasmask he found in a trash can.

He made some friends growing up, yes, a young woman named Jessie befriended the Barrens Hulk despite how different he was. She was a Dryad, so beautiful, so popular, so charismatic...not perfect by any means but he didn't care, it was a friend. He never understood why she bothered with him, she was a Barrens Rat too, that's all they had in common. She made him happy, for the first time in his life...he only ever smiled around her...only showed his face to her...and she loved him anyway, even taught him how to read albeit badly. He spent as much time as he could with her...but this was his biggest mistake. He worked in his Grandparent's Butcher's, running it so they could instead go shoot Bliss and while behind that bar he heard the news, Jessie had caught Tetanus...scratched her leg on the husk of a car while wandering the Barrens. He couldn't rush out of the Butcher's faster, filled with adrenaline and panic, pushing anyone who found themselves between them away, rushing to the hovel she resided in with her Aunt. Nobody had enough money to pay for treatment, she died a couple weeks later.

The next night, when his grandparents had friends over, drinking, drugs, fucking, beating him...he snapped. The weight of the world had gotten to him, it was shit, well and truly shit, it had done nothing but beat him down and spit on his beaten form. This anger had gotten to him, every time he tried to make it just a little bit better, it went out of it's way to fuck it up, if the world wasn't going to show him a shred of decency and help him...he would have to do it himself. He was big for a Troll, much stronger than his Human grandparents, taking a butcher's hook from their shop, and his grandfather's shotgun, he entered the living room. They didn't expect it, his Grandmother greeting "Fatass" who was "Hungry for more", getting up to punch him before realising what he had in his hands. This was the day Marius died...he never left that apartment above the Butcher's...Pork left that building, covered in blood and harbouring a shattered mind. Deep down, he knew there should've been remorse...fear...or at the very least triumph for finally standing up for himself...but there was no remorse, no empathy, it didn't feel like a reward or a burden...somewhat thrilling.

He started wandering the streets after realising KE wasn't coming for him. He scrounged together what he could and stole his Uncle's Harley after beating him to death with a brick for his hand in neglecting him. His life changed when some Halloweeners were snooping around a shack he had made from some scrap in some hollowed out store in Redmond. They were going to rob it, were. Before they knew it, they were dragged in and made examples of, left as gory art pieces around the streets of Redmond. This drew the attention of their boss, Humungamax, who saw potential in the solitary Pork. He convinced the Troll to join his crew as an Enforcer, collecting debts and strongarming Gangers on the King's and Mint's behalf. He was taught Humungamax's version of Philosophy, Sociology and Art while in his crew, liking it, being swayed to their way of thinking and sticking around. He grew a violent name on the streets, even local residentials hearing of "Pork the Butcher". In return, they both got him into the Shadows, the only place his skills were appreciated, being taken on several runs as well as running security on Mint's Farm. He's now on the Market, despite his psychotic tendencies, riding his Harley from job to job. He's big, he's tough and most of all...ruthlessly efficient, seeing violence as an art for the people, the blood of corpos as his paint and the streets as his canvas.

This new world view has killed the humble young butcher's boy, in it's place a vicious killer. He's brash, crude and not all that talkative beyond simple phrases, all traits from his time as an Enforcer. He's the muscle, tough shit, if someone steps up, his chest puffs out, if they keep refusing...well...they won't be able to walk for long. With this, he's awfully chaotic, he won't derail a job, but he certainly won't listen to anyone who isn't the King or Mint, favouring hard-hitting weaponry, no finesse, all brute strength, seeing violence and intimidation as an artform rather than a crime.

## Narrative Significant Qualities

* Adrenaline Surge
* Disgraced (Halloweener)
* Magic Resistance
* Nasty Trog
* School of Hard Knocks

* Addiction (Mild, Beta/Kami)
* Poor Self Control (Thrill Seeker)
* Faceless
* Force of Chaos
* Superhuman Psychosis
* Thousand Yard Stare
* Uneducated

### SURGE Qualities

* Low-Light Vision (Feline)
* Metagenic Improvement (Body)
* Nasty Vibe
* Ogre Stomach

* Adiposis
* Astral Hazing
* Berserker
* Deformity (Picasso, Pig Face)
* Scent Glands

## Run History

* Number 4 To Go
* Weekender's Day Off

## Affiliations

### Contacts

* King Humungamax Connection 4, Loyalty 3
* Rusty and Ricky Connection 6, Loyalty 2
* The Weekender Connection 6, Loyalty 5
* April Connection 3, Loyalty 2

# In Character Information

## Matrix Search Table

 3
 6

## Shadow Community Table

 3
 6

## Appearance

An absolute unit of a Troll with fair skin covered in traditional ink tattoos and tied back bleached hair. Pork, as he is called, very much follows the motif being a Hog/Pig/Boar SURGE, his massive, fat frame being the result of the Comet's genetic tampering. It's only made him tougher, the fat absorbing bullets well.

### Clothing

He is never seen without his Boar-motif gas-mask that he stiched together, other than that his clothing can vary, though due to his residency in the Redmond Barrens it is always armoured to some degree.

### Matrix Persona

Generic Blob, Pork doesn't use the Matrix often thanks to bad connectivity in the Barrens