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Character name: Jayne Cobb
Series: Firefly
Character history: The Ballard of Jayne Cobb
Character personality: Jayne is a tough, no-nonsense sort of guy, a mercenary to the core. He lives for drinkin’ and gamblin’ and shoutin’ and shootin’ and women and money. Or so he would have you think.

For the most part, Jayne is exactly as he seems. He’s a soldier of fortune, but the price has got to be right- the Unification War was too messy for him to get involved with either side, but that didn’t mean a smart man couldn’t make money. He did, and for the most part stayed out of trouble, too much of a small fish for anyone to be too concerned about- sticking to little planets and criminal gangs.

He’d never let anyone think he was loyal. If the money’s right, he’ll jump ship, switch sides. That’s just the way the world works, and you better not forget it. But, and it’s a big but, there’s some people you’d rather not double cross, friends maybe, family. But rather than be out-right sentimental about it, he’d much rather just set the price too high. That way he can just turn down the job flat without seeming to have other reasons for doing it.

Jayne’d rather not be thought of as all sentimental-like. Not very in-keeping with his reputation and being a mercenary, reputation is damn important. He’ll only shed a tear in extreme circumstances- and he’s far more likely to get to thinkin’ rather than cryin’ in those situations.

He’s not a complicated man, he ain’t even book-smart like the Doctor or the Sheppard, but he knows what’s what. Sure he can be a little slow, but a man has no need to be an expert on everything. He knows his guns, he knows how to fight and he knows when the price is fair and when it isn’t. He senses danger faster than others, can feel it in his gut and if maybe he resorts to fighting faster than most other folk, it ain’t a bad thing; he’s just sticking with what he knows.

Jayne ain’t just a brute with guns on the look for money though. It ain’t just for him. He sends some of what he makes back to his mother, he appreciates the gifts she ends him, even if a sensible man might not do with such happiness. He has a soft-spot for Kaylee, one that doesn’t exactly help him see eye-to-eye with Simon Tam, who he honestly believes will get the all killed. He tries to look after her, even if he doesn’t always do it very well. He tries to look after everyone, do what’s needed. He doesn’t always believe that the needs of the many out-weigh the needs of the few, but sometimes they do, and he isn’t afraid to point it out.

All in all though, Jayne might be a little rough round the edges. A bit spiky and sharp on the inside too. But there are some pockets where he ain’t so bad. And that’s what counts.

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Journal entry sample: I got thinking I don’t like this place much. Being sat around all day really ain’t natural for a man. Get all fat and useless and for one I don’t much wanna end up that way.

So I thought we could go on an adventure. Lots of places to explore here, right? Forest and mountains and all. Probably some critters to shoot, maybe something worth bringing back here. Who’s with me? I’ll be in charge o’course, this being my idea for once. We’ll meet... somewhere, I dunno yet, noonish tomorrow. And you bring your own gun and your own supplies, I ain’t gonna nanny any of you. Won’t need a doctor ‘less you’re stupid, and I never liked doctors much.

3rd person sample: Jayne shifted, leaning back in the chair, hauling his booted feet up onto the table. He didn’t want to be there, that was obvious enough. He’d not gone to school, he didn’t want to go to school, and he wasn’t going. He was too old for an education, much too old. It might benefit some of the young’uns, he’d said, but him? No way. Didn’t have the right sort of mind for an education.

But here he was anyway, rocking back and forth on his chair, mourning the loss of the knife he’d had to unstrap from his leg and hand over. He was still in a dirty shirt and those self-same grubby trousers, but without a weapon, he felt naked. It wasn’t his fault people around here got twitchy at the sight of guns, this <i>real</i> world didn’t seem much good at getting used to the realities of life.

Ha ha, the realities of life. Who were they to say he was fictional? He felt real enough, all his memories were real enough. They weren’t dreamt up by someone else, he was damn sure of that. But there wasn’t much he could do about that either way now. It wasn’t really important. There was a job in front of him, even if it wasn’t a job in the usual sense of the word. Right here, he had to survive, had to bend to this place and the way things worked. He could do that, he knew he could, even if it was strange and unwholesome. He had to play the game by their rules, and if he did, in the end, he’d get out and hopefully with a whole heap of cash.

“So, this schoolin’ you’re gonna give me.” He said, folding his arms over his chest and looking at the others gathered about. “It don’t involve fightin’ anyone, does it?” He paused, eyes flicking from disapproving face to disapproving face, “Didn’t think so.”

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