"Scotch"

Registry of the Evolved Database

File #17 Oct 2009 23:35

Summary

Name Charles Jay Aliases Ryan "Scotch" McCoy Status Unregistered Evolved Ability Teleportation Gender Male Race/Eth. Caucasian Birthdate Nov. 1st 1973 Age 36 Height 6'1 Build 200 Eyes Brown Hair Blue Residence St. Joseph's Church Employment St. Joseph's Church (Pastor) Parents Glen Daniel Jay, Gloria Jay Siblings Unknown Marital Status Single Children None First Seen Drinking Dancing Cursing Baptists Last Seen Profile Pastor at St. Joseph's Church, Scotch is the head of a baptist mission on Staten Island. It is located in the rookery and have been known to offer aid and help to any who asked it. Unknown to the public, Scotch is also a Phoenix Operative and is concerned about the rights of the Evolved Community.

portrayed by Karl Urban

Background

Some folks say they grow em bigger an better in Texas. Well, I tend to find that to be the right god damned fallacy that has plagued my state for some fucking time. Look, here's how th' story goes kiddos. I was born out in Abilene, TX which is in the asshole of West Texas. A big ol' oil town. My daddy was an oil worker, an come the summers, I too got to do all sorts of lovely backwoods shit to earn a buck. Like, lets see. I spent one summer working on some man my dad knew's ranch. Shooting snakes, an coyotes so as to keep his land free, an cows safe. Oh yeah I also cut and burnt cactus. Good times.

Schoolin was pretty easy. Went to Abilene High, played football (I was on the defensive line) and did the normal shit that all teenagers do. Well- kinda normal, but I'll get into that later.

And I guess, later is now. The Weird shit, as I call it came one particularly hot fucking summer, when I was sixteen. Stressed out and looking to get lucky I was folling around with this girl from school when suddenly shit went all black and then back. She's screaming and I'm over on th' foot of her bed. Place smelled like someone lit a box of matches and there was a tinge of smoke in the air. Needless to say we were just at he bedroom door. I guess that's where shit goes down hill.

Needless to say that date did not transfer well. And from that point, I couldn't control. Mainly seemed to happen in times of great stress. Thank God, I wasn't playing football by this time, or shit would not be good. At all. I had enough shitty times, that I just had to leave home, outta fear that my folks would call the cops, or kill me. Don't think they woulda, but you never know. You do or become something different and suddenly the world comes a right nasty fucking place.

Anyway, Got out of Abilene, and headed out into New mexico at the bright age of seventeen, nigh Eighteen. Worked a little as a mechanic, and took time to figure out what the hell was going on with me. Lucky thing about a small town outside of Clovis, is that folks didn't ask questions. And I gave no real fucking answers. Still once stuff got noticed..like a little jump to catch someone who was trying to steal from the shop-well You know its time to go. So I left. Changed m' name and went on to enlist in the marines at the age of eighteen. Brilliant yeah?

Not so much. By now I was gettin better at keeping myself from portin' or jumpin. A better handle on things. Not the best, but it was better. Served my country, became the rank of Lance Corporal. Fought in Kosovo, or rather-kept the peace. Got bussed out after the standard tour, and went to college.

Went to Texas Tech under the name my military records are under. Some how along the way of wanting to be a teacher, I found jesus and went to Seminary out in Dallas. Got myself ordained, an round 2005 I was out an working in New Orleans Lousiana. Had a small baptist church out there, mixed congregation-But all that changed when The Bomb happened in New York the next year. I was chosen from my convention to go and set up a mission on staten Island and help those poor bastards out there.

You know, for managing to keep my neck relatively clean and my self under the radar, here I was being tossed right into the fucking pan. Since then? Life's been shit. Folks are forced to register like its a good thing. Sure, for some of em, but what about the regular joes like me that really have no intention of using their gift..or plague for one side or the other? Hell. See enough folks get rounded up, for it-or killed for bein' different and you tend to go cold. me? I did something stupid and figured I'd try an help others like myself.

So much for stayin incognito.

My name was Charlie Jay.

I lived in Texas once, and had a nice life.

The shit changed

I've claimed to have been Ryan McCoy, an ex marine, and now a dumb assed preacher in the middle of a hell hole.

Personally, I just preferred to being called Scotch. Nickname, I earned while in the marines. Only name I've really ever felt attached to.

Psych Profile

Superstitious
Scotch, is something of a superstitious person. Not that he actually believes it holds any sway to his life, but he does think twice about walking under ladders and will often knock on wood when something is mentioned that he doesn't want to jinx.

Gruff
Scotch is just a gruff person. Part of this is a defense mechanism to keep people from getting too close to him, and it is just something that comes with growing up in west texas. As such he'll come across a bit harsher than intended. So yes, this preacher does swear.

Not Political
When asked what his beliefs were as far as the US government went, Scotch is said to have joked about being more interested in tribal politics than worrying about what is going on up at Capitol hill. Needless to say, despite having served in a branch of the military, Scotch doesn't really partake in politics as a whole. However when it comes to the debate about Registration, and the Evolved, Scotch is one of those that people have a right to their privacy, for all matters. Yeah he's not entirely a fan towards the new trend. Too much big government= not enough freedoms being allowed.

Good Shepherd
Given his calling, Scotch is one thing. A good Shepherd, and this is shown in all facts of his life. You you are a friend, or part of a group that Scotch is dedicated too, he will do his best to aid, comfort and advise the best he can. This can come into conflict with his hard ass exterior. All in all, there's a reason that Scotch is a pastor. And it shows in his dedication to his 'people' whether it be close friends or members of his small flock. Also other evolved are mostly thrown into this care as well.

Religious
This should be a gimmie given his particular job, but Scotch is religious. This does not mean he is a zealot, or a fanatic. No, he just has a set of belief systems that work for him. Though he will become defensive if someone attacks them. Not to the point that he is offensive, but no one has really pushed him that hard.

Conclusion
All in all, Scotch is a rather deep and somewhat grouchy fellow. Not to the point that he chases folks off, but he is a real person, that doesn't like putting up with shit. He's devout and loyal when it comes to his beliefs, and friends. And is someone people could depend on if they get to know and trust him. He's guarded about his past, and generally finds joy in the simple things, like a good baseball game, or a cold beer.

Evolved Ability

Scotch has the evolved ability of Teleportation. However unlike others who can simply blink in and out without so much of a disturbing presence, one of the side affects is that Scotch leaves a small cloud of acrid, sulfer-esque smoke behind from where he disappears and then reappears. As such it can be easy to track him if one has a sniffer for those things, or knows what to look for.

His control is based on his range. For instance he is totally good with distances he can see with the untrained eye, in any direction. But his 'blind jumps' have to come from memory and places he has actually seen and been to for it to work without splicing himself into a wall or other solid object (In which will come with a damned messy death. and Crippling in the least) Now this does not mean Scotch can take a pair of binoculars and look through them to gain extra ranger. It just doesn't work that way. And the longer the distance, the more it is likely to wear him out. Needless to say He cannot go cross country or through international borders with ease. He can jump while moving so he is not required to be stationary, and where as it might be used to help try and alleviate a fall, it is not guaranteed to work, as he would have to have his brain stop thinking: Holy crap I am going to die, to JUMP. Also it is speculated that the force moving with him from that point would continue on, so he's not going to try it any time soon. He has not tried teleporting while holding someone, out of fear he'd meld with the other.

Oh my baby when you're praying
Leave your burden by my door
You have Jesus by your bedside
to keep you Calm, keep you safe
Away from Harm
Worry Not My Daughters
Worry Not My Sons
Child, when life don't seem worth livin'
Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms.

Mindy Smith, Come to Jesus

Appendices

Skills

Firearms

Given the way Scotch grew up, he is highly familiar with pistols and shotguns. In fact it was joked at one point he was a crack shot with a revolver. Given his small bit of military training and experience, he can handle a semi automatic rifle with ease. He's a good shot, but he is by no means a marksman, or a sniper.

Close Quarters Combat

Sure, as a kid he was a scrapper and a brawler. But, after his time in the marines he became more adept at handling himself in a fight with his fists. So he remembers and can still do some of his moves from basic. But it should be known, that he is a brawler, and a dirty fighter. if he needs to, he can put a hurtin on folks. But he's no Captain America.

Theology

Due to his three years in Seminary, Scotch can handle the regular theological concerns that might crop up in church life.
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Scotch is gifted with a way of weaving words, though not always for the best. This is just a natural inclination. With the training provided by his schooling, Scotch can effectively preach an illustrative, three point sermon.

Mechanics

Scotch worked as a mechanic for all of a year of his life. As such he can handle small issues, like changing tires, oil, and getting a car to start. He cannot to complex mechanical work, but can offer a layman's hand.

Military Training

This basically covers what one would have learned in basic. his small notion of first aid, as well as survival in the outdoors. He is by no means a scout or would even be considered for a member of a highly classified recon team. But, he can handle himself alright in the out doors to a degree.

Timeline

Title	Date	Summary	Other Participants
Drinking, Dancing, Cursing Baptists	Sep. 15, 2009	Scotch runs into Abby on his way home to the church	Abby
Bamf!	Sep. 17, 2009	Scotch is visited by members of the Phoenix Orginzation	Helena, Delilah
Southern Conflicts	Sep. 17, 2009	Scotch heads to Old Lucy's and runs into some new and familiar faces	Abby, Adelaide, Lola
Hundreds of Hundreds	Oct. 01, 2009	After going by to speak with Vincent King, Scotch receives a visit from the ex rapper.	Shard
Homeland-robots-have-hearts	Oct. 05,2009	Minea pays Scotch an unexpected visit, and offers some gifts	Minea

Other Stuff

Friends

	Helena Dean. Met her once, she's the big wig down with the Phoenix group. Got me to join. She seems like a kid to me, and that's one thing that scares me. However, I do admire her for continuing on. I count her as trusted. Hell she knows my real name.
	Abby Beauchamp. First person I ran into on the island that hasn't come through the church. She's a very nice girl and seems to run with a good crowd. She does bartend at this one joint which just cracks me up. Yeah I consider her a friend. She hopefully does the same with me.
	Shard. Vincent King, Shard, whatever you want to call him. He's a good man and a friend. He's had a bit of tough luck there in the beginning. His heart though? It is in the right place. Needless to say, I have his back when the shit will get rough. Because it will. He likes to think of Jonathan and the Shield bearer. The way I see this is, as Joshua, and Benjamin. I could be wrong.
	Delilah Trafford. Red, or that's what I call her. Came and recruited me to the Phoenix side along with Helena. Good kid, I'd say-though I don't entirely know if they know what they have gotten themselves into. I'll see what I can do to help shape em up.
	Pastor Joseph Sumter. Another hard working Baptist minister like myself. I've seen him in town several times and I have seen him at conference things. A very nice guy who has had a rough go of it at late. Still, he's a good man, and someone I would consider a friend. Shepherds have to flock together now.

Enemies

Dead an' Gone

	Minea Dahl. She's a homeland agent. I know- and you're probably thinking, what the fuck is she doing here. I really can't say, except she's helped me when she hasn't needed too. PLus, she doesn't look too bad. Doubtful anything will come of it, but fuck if you ever do know. Someone killed her. Least that is what I heard. It sucks when a friend dies, specially one you were just getting to know.

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Trivia

Soundtrack

• Your Long Journey Robert Plant and Allison Krauss
• Great High Mountain Jack White
• Wolf Like Me Tv On The Radio

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