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Jesse

(#37708180)

Level 1 Wildclaw

Familiar

Vulpine Lamp

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.1 m

Wingspan

8.54 m

Weight

679.42 kg

Genetics

Chocolate
Speckle

Strawberry
Daub

Obsidian
Thylacine

Hatchday

Nov 30, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 1 Wildclaw

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

༻ J E S S E - M C C R E E ༺

^{an overwatch fandragon

"It's High Noon . . ."}

_{O C C U P A T I O N}
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^{Bounty Hunter}

_{F A M I L Y}
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_{A G E}
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_{B A S E}
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^{Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA}

_{A F F I L I A T I O N}
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^{Overwatch (formerly)}

_{P A R T N E R}
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Retry?

Yes - No}

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"Justice ain't gonna dispense itself.."

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Armed with his Peacekeeper revolver, the outlaw Jesse McCree doles out justice on his own terms. McCree had already made a name for himself as a member of the notorious Deadlock Gang, which trafficked in illicit weapons and military hardware throughout the American Southwest, when he and his associates were busted in an Overwatch sting operation. With his expert marksmanship and resourcefulness, he was given the choice between rotting in a maximum-security lockup and joining Blackwatch, Overwatch's covert ops division. He chose the latter.

Although he was initially cynical, he came to believe that he could make amends for his past sins by righting the injustices of the world. McCree appreciated the flexibility afforded to the clandestine Blackwatch, unhindered by bureaucracy and red tape. But as Overwatch's influence waned, rogue elements within Blackwatch sought to bring down the organization and turn it to their own ends. Wanting no part of the infighting, McCree set off alone and went underground.
He resurfaced several years later as a gunslinger for hire. But while McCree's talents are sought after by parties great and small, he fights only for causes he believes are just.

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"I already told ya, critter. I ain't got no memories of how this happened."
Jesse McCree - the Wildclaw who claimed to have once been a human being, and the greatest gunslinger around - had grown accustomed to telling his story by now. It seemed to fascinate everyone, for reasons he couldn't imagine why. How many ways could he phrase, "I don't remember?"
McCree yawned, his long, serpentine tongue curling inwards towards his pointy teeth. These were physical features he would have never thought he would have gotten used to, and yet . . . there he was, reaching up to groom the feathers upon his head as if he'd had them his entire life. he had even gotten used to seeing green eyes staring back at him in his reflection - quite the drastic change from his previous chocolate brown ones when he was a human.
The hatchling in front of him continued to stare up at him with genuine curiosity, a gleam of light in her eyes. McCree had become bored with telling a story he'd told a dozen times before - but he had always been a great storyteller, and he had a soft spot in his heart for youngin's . . . so, it wouldn't hurt to repeat himself one more time.
"Alright, alright. I'll tell ya what I know, munchkin. I jus' woke up, washed up on some unknown ocean, with horns and wings and scales . . . the whole set. Hadn't a clue what had happened. But boy, when I saw my reflection in the ocean . . . I reckon I was fixin' to jump right outta my scales."
The youngster giggled in delight at the mysterious WildClaw's southern drawl - something she had never heard before.
"Well, this 'ol Tundra came and found me, and . . . hey now, you ain't laughin' at my accent, are you? Why I oughta . . ."
Before he could finish, another chuckle could be heard from behind him. Jesse turned to discover that he had an audience of two - a familiar Imperial walked to his side and gently shook his head. Hanzo Shimada. Jesse's one piece of home he still had.
"Oh, now, don't you start laughin' too, archer! I know a story or two about you!"
"Oh? Then let's hear it, cowboy."
"Yer still usin' that dumb 'ol nickname on me?"
Hanzo snorted. "Dumb nickname? Look who's talking . . . mister huckleberry, sweetiepie, honeysuckle, butterbun, angelface -"
"Heyyy, stop that! Leave me some dignity in front of the kid!"
Although he feigned frustration, a large smile was painted across Jesse McCree's face. Although he missed his family and friends back in the world from which he came . . . little things like this made him feel happy.

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IKTR: 2

Art by @WhiteVenom !

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