He had been asleep, that was true, locked into attempts at a full night’s rest–he always slept a little better with Jesse there–when the phone rang. Loki had a habit of ensuring the ringtone was set loud enough to wake him up. For emergencies, of course. Never know when Keir would call him from jail (that hadn’t happened and never would but Loki was holding out that maybe his advisor would show a little rogue-ness one day).
Stirring from his fitful sleep, he turned over to reach for his phone, yanking it from its charging cord so it could settle on his ear. Jesse. His first reaction was that something terrible had happened, but Jesse’s tone suggested otherwise. He was drunk. Loki knew the speech of alcohol well. The way words slipped together seamlessly, made the tone more jovial than it should be. A part of him wanted to be angry–a part was always angry with Jesse when he drank, but that was personal experience talking. His own struggles with alcohol made it difficult for him to watch others fight it, too–but he found himself too tired to be.
“Locked out?” He questioned, as if he didn’t understand. Sleep plagued his voice, made it deeper, more gravelly. “I’ll be right there. Give me five. Don’t move.”
It actually took seven minutes: Loki had to get himself dressed, arrange his hair into somewhat of a decent array, and wake Keir to let him know he was leaving. Didn’t need a stricken advisor should Loki not return until the morning. The King’s means of travel were largely a mystery. He preferred the old fashion way as it didn’t drain the hell out of him, but Jesse’s flat was far enough away that he wasn’t willing to nab the car and drive. So he went with the faster way and wound up, dazed and momentarily confused, near Jesse’s place. Close, but far enough, and hidden enough, that his abrupt appearance wouldn’t be seen.
Once he’d regained his bearings, he was quick. Down the street, around the familiar corner to where the gunslinger’s place rested. And there was Jesse. If Loki hadn’t been convinced on the phone that the other was drunk, he was now.
“Where’d your keys go?” He asked, his means of greeting. From his pocket he retrieved the spare key McCree had given him and used it to unlock the door. “You’re gonna have the change the locks if you lost it.”
That familiar voice roused Jesse from the alcohol-induced rest he had fallen into, standing as he was with his shoulder propped against the wall for support. With heavy head raised, Jesse blearily inspected his visitor from beneath his dropped hat and acknowledged Loki’s large frame motioning closer to he.
Though on closer inspection, he was not looking at him. ‘Must’ave left it somewhere…’ Even in his inebriated state, Jesse got the feeling that the King was unimpressed as he silently watched as the other unlocked the front door and gave it a firm shove to push it open.
The sound of the hinges groaning with the effort grated on Jesse’s ears and he winced against the noise, though voiced no further complaint. Upon following Loki into his abode, the gunslinger deposited his possessions upon the table in the dark, and dropped his hat upon the back of the wooden dining chair with a sigh of bereavement. It was shameful, the state he was in. A part of him had thought against calling Loki over - to keep him none-the-wiser to his weekly antics. Though such secrecy hardly fostered trust, and it was more than likely that Loki already knew just how common these drunken nights were for him.
Dejected, and finding it somewhat difficult to make small-talk, Jesse blindly looked for the strings for the blinds and opened them, allowing the moon’s rays to beam through his windows and back door and blanket the surrounding area in a dim, silver light. ‘Sorry about this…’ Jesse apologised quietly, hoping the other hadn’t heard as he lingered by the doorway to the porch outside with the idea of lighting a cigarette as an excuse to not face the explanation Loki deserved.
Speak freely.
The Gunslinger’s Profile
GENERAL
Full Name: Jesse J. McCree
Alias: McCree,
Jesse, Deadeye (uncommon)
Age: 37
D.O.B: N/A
Hometown: Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA
Occupation: Vigilante. Has a small number of undisclosed benefactors for all his ‘good deeds’.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
PHYSICAL
Faceclaim: Santiago Cabrera
Height: 6ft1
Weight: Around 86kg
Eyes: Deep brown flecked with honey
Hair: Dark brown, thick and unruly at around medium length
Skin: Sun-kissed brown
Scars: The deepest ones are gathered around his bicep where the prosthetic meets flesh, and the other imperfections mark his shoulders, abs and chest. He also has distinctive rope burns around his neck.
Distinguishing features: His prosthetic left arm
Attire: Commonly dons the Stetson, serape, spurs, chaps and boots, though also prefers to wear leather and a simple button-down shirt rolled up at the elbows and tucked into his form-fitting jeans.
The Gunslinger's Personality
Independent, wayward and considered to be a 'loose canon' by some, McCree’s outward presence is both amicable, yet guarded. Though McCree is quick to bear a smile, his common attitude is outwardly austere, collected and intimidating to the point where people will generally avoid approaching him. It’s more out of habit than apparent displeasure of being addressed - he has learnt to adapt this behaviour as a means of protecting himself. Likewise his own severe judgement on himself can at times reflect upon the way he perceives another.
In retrospect, McCree possesses an indomitable will that is rarely shaken despite deeply regretting his past actions. McCree will not hesitate in voicing his opinion freely (which at times is just shy of being obnoxious), although he is clever, and will not show his cards until the opportune moment arises before him.
McCree is a restless soul that is displeased with his current circumstances and constantly pursues change. Despite temptations, McCree tends to abstain from retreating back into old habits out of comfort as he considers this dangerous and is constantly searching for difficult and at times confrontational scenarios in order to better himself.
The Gunslinger Fancies
McCree is bisexual and monogamous though prefers to keep things casual. He is drawn to a person's vigor and independence than their physical appearance alone as it mirror's his own. It is easy for McCree to fancy another, though he will generally not pursue them unless their intentions are absolutely clear. McCree enjoys a casual hook-up, although he does not always reciprocate another's advances if he deems them becoming too involved.
Despite his flirtatious nature, McCree is quite specific with who he sleeps with, and never allows a passing flirtation to develop into something more serious due to his current circumstance.
The Gunslinger and Intimacy
Given his exposure to the Deadlock Gang and recruitment into Blackwatch thereafter, McCree's own attitude towards relationships has deviated from the traditional outlook. To many, an intimate, sexual and/or romantic relationship with another or persons that is bred from love and devotion is what people seek in their lives. For McCree, it is not this desire to love another and ‘be one’ with another that motivates him to initiate relationships with others, but something else that closely resembles this intimacy.
It is friendship: the mutual appreciation and respect for one another through firm bonds by trusting them entirely and disclosing vulnerabilities. This is what McCree believes is important. McCree relies on these connections as he considers them the closest resemblance to a 'family' that he never had the privelege of having. Although many miscomprehend McCree as being open, he is in fact quite secretive and is unwilling to disclose anything truly personal about himself, which can cause quite a strain on developing relationships.
Therefore, as to not waste his time nor another’s, McCree doesn’t commonly enter into serious relationships, sexual or otherwise. Not that such a thing is impossible to achieve, it just takes patience and dedication on both sides for it to work.
The Gunslinger and Keeping the Peace
Appropriately named the 'Peacekeeper', McCree will rarely have his trusty revolver out of arm's reach. However he will often leave it concealed on his person, as McCree is well-aware of the sort of company a 60 Million dollar bounty attracts.
McCree is understandably discreet with his identity, and will adopt a number of different aliases in order to throw those in pursuit off his trail. He is an excellent judgement of character because of this, and although he may deem someone untrustworthy right off the bat, McCree will not readily act on his suspicions until he believes the outcome will be in his favour.
The Gunslinger Reminisces
Despite the popular miscomprehension, McCree had very few friends that he managed to keep on amicable terms with as an agent of Blackwatch. His fiery, egotistical demeanour that had been nurtured in his days running with Deadlock was considered akin to Genji’s and so the pair often knocked heads over the most trivial of things.
However, Blackwatch and its stern Commander demanded that McCree mature quickly, and so his attitude towards the Shimada eventually mellowed out. However, their relationship never had the opportunity to recover thereafter for it was brought to a swift end following the Swiss base catastrophe.
McCree was not present at the event. Instead he respected his superior’s wishes to remain where he was when Reyes went to confront Morrison. Genji disagreed on this and attempted to persuade McCree into shadowing Reyes which only caused the gunslinger to fear for his Commander’s wellbeing. Admittedly, the two had come to an uneasy but solid agreement - ironically one of the first that they had shared - and they proceeded to follow Reyes but never succeeded in finding him.
verses
- MAIN.
- AU.
- GROUP.
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MAIN VERSE (FC).
{ Info to be added, although this is considered McCree's main verse, with his faceclaim being Santiago Cabrera. I intended for this verse to be more user-friendly with muses not associated with Overwatch. Will deviate into selective side-verses depending on the relationships that may develop }
STANDARD VERSE (OVERWATCH).
{ A bit self-explanatory, this verse will include 2D/3D versions of McCree (either comics/art or his actual in-game model icons) for interaction! Will deviate into selective side-verses depending on the relationships that may develop } -
VERSE NAME.
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VERSE NAME.
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VERSE NAME.
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VERSE NAME.
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ABOUT
NSFW tag | ;mightyfine
Tracked | sonofagunslinger
–The Mun–
Mun is 21+, so NSFW material will be posted and tagged accordingly. I am willing to write smut, but only with Muns over the age of 18. I’m friendly and approachable (well I try) although I have a short attention span and may on occasion forget threads and/or reply to ask responses promptly. At times, I may respond to one specific thread at a time. I can’t help this, and I apologise. If the muse is strong for one thread over another, I will reply to said thread more regularly.
However! I will not readily drop threads unless I really don’t have the muse for them (and I will notify you if I have done so).
I suspect that this blog’s activity will fluctuate often, and the Mun has a tendency to leave unexpectedly for a few days. Don’t be alarmed by this, for I always return.
I do accept starters, and jumping into my ask to plot is always welcome unless I have declared that I am not accepting new threads (this will be written in my description or in a post). I am a selective roleplayer. It really depends on how responsive my muse is.
I do not write starters with the intention of McCree becoming involved with another muse. The exception to this rule is if McCree has already met your muse and we have plotted something that concerns the possibility of their relationship becoming something more. It truly depends on chemistry, and a relationship can not be forced as McCree is generally averted to the idea anyway.
–The Muse–
Please note that ic =/= ooc. I repeat: in-character opinions do not equal out-of-character opinions. I can not stress this enough, so please, do not be offended by how McCree reacts to your muse. I write my muse to how he would react to the situation. I will not tame him to suit you.
I will be using his multiple visages in different verses. For instance: Faceclaim!McCree for one verse will be completely separate to his actual!face one. This also applies to any ABO/Werwolf/Vampire etc AU-specific verses!
If you have any further queries, send me an ask and I’ll get back to you!! c:
I want freedom as I run
I've got a bullet with your name on it.
An Independent rp blog for the infamous Gunslinger from Blizzard's Overwatch.And I want wind in my fire
Heavily Headcanon-based. This is a Multiverse|Multiship, Semi-Selective RP blog. Cross-Fandom/OC Friendly. Does not coincide with current timeline (post-recall) specifically.Please read the 'About'. Writer is 21+ | NSFW tag: ;mightyfine