" your body's a message:
send my regards to hell "
writing blog for
mako rutledge (roadhog)
from overwatch
by fae
AGENT FILE: ROADHOG
FULL NAME: Mako Rutledge[redacted]
EPITHET: Roadhog
NICKNAME: Roadie, Hoggy
AGE: 48
ETHNICITY: mixed(Maori descent)
NATIONALITY: Australian(obtained through marriage)
GENDER: male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic
SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English, Te Reo Maori, a few words of French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese & Japanese here and there
OCCUPATION:
farmer
revolutionary
survivor
Junker enforcer
bodyguard
internationally wanted criminal
Overwatch agent (current)
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: names unknown [deceased]
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: wife [status & identity unknown]
CHILDREN: Inanga Rutledge [deceased]
PHYSICAL TRAITS
EYE COLOUR: grey
HAIR COLOUR: grey, formerly raven black
HEIGHT: 2,2m
BODY BUILD: comically obese & muscular
TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: belly tattoo, pierced earlobes
BIO:
“So.” the inspector, a grumpy-looking man in his fifties, took place behind a table, the chair creaking slightly as he let his full weight fall onto the seat.
“What do we have?”
The other person in the room, a younger Omnic woman, gave a small sigh, then browsed the papers she held in her slender hands once more, before a response was offered:
“Mako Rutledge-” she read. “Or Roadhog, as he currently calls himself. Born around 2028, currently in his late forties, a New Zealand native, immigrated to Australia at the age of eighteen, where he legally obtained his citizenship through marriage a year and three months later. Name of the spouse-”
The inspector interrupted his secretary, letting out a little hum as he attempted to stop her, with his mouth still full of the coffee he just took a sip of. “World’s best cop” was written on the white porcelain surface, with a little Australian flag in the shape of a heart next to the label.
“Don’t care about the family,” he spoke, as he finally managed to swallow the still fairly hot liquid.
“Probably all dead anyway, huh? Still, a miracle how they all get by out there…” He did not expect to receive an answer to his question. He waved her hand at the Omnic, leaning back in his chair.
“Go on.”
A pause; then, the woman continued reading.
“Joined the Australian Liberation Front around the age of 28, along with a few of his neighbours. Fawkes, Nguyen…” The blue optics supposed to depict her eyes narrowed, just slightly.
“Some redacted ones… sir?”
“Unimportant. That one name, though. Fawkes…”
He fell silent, rubbing his thumb along his lips, apparently deeply in thought. He shook his head, after a moment. “Never mind. The guy’s a terrorist, that much is clear. Anything else?”
“Well, uh, after the… Omnium Incident, in 2056, we lost contact with the official post in the area… nothing more on him, since then. Seems like he and his friend…”
“Junkrat. Jamison Fawkes.” the detective spoke.
“Right. Jamison Fawkes. They call themselves Junkers; we have reasons to assume they have ties to a local warlord, who established their rule as ‘Queen’ in the area after it has been cut off from the outside world. Aside from that… terrorism, assumed various violent crimes, murders… since they’ve shown up on the international crime scene there have mainly been reports of theft and vandalism. Quite spectacular thefts… but still, that one incident in Sydney aside…
“You call the murder of a reputable businessman an incident? The robbery of her majesty’s royal insignia quite spectacular?” The man scoffed.
“Well-”
“It’s outrageous, that’s what it is. Audacious! They’re laughing right into our faces, these… Junkers.” he almost spat the name out, slamming his fist on the desk, clearly frustrated. The mug rattled on the smooth surface of the table. Some coffee spilled out of it. The detective cursed under his breath, starting to browse the drawers for a packet of tissues.
“And now?” he continued, wiping the stains off the desk. “They’re back?”
The Omnic woman offered a nod in response.
“Last sighting in Luna Park, Melbourne.”
“And the idiots in charge just let them get away? Typical.”
“Sir-”
“No, it’s…” He sighed. “It’s fine. It’s fine.” He held his hand up to his mouth for a while, resting the elbow on the tabletop, thinking.
“Send the photos and posters out. Make sure everyone available is on this case. They are here, we are so close. So damn close.” he explained, standing up from his seat, holding his hand up with his thumb and index finger barely touching, the gesture meant to emphasize his message.
“We’ve had more than enough trouble with them.”
The Omnic nodded, already rushing out of the room to put the orders she received into action.
As the door closed behind her, the chief inspector let out a sigh, lowering his gaze, tired and worn out mentally. His gaze fell upon the mug on his desk. He let out a soft, bitter chuckle.
World’s Best Cop… it did not really feel like he deserved the title, right now, but… he knew it was only a matter of time until he would be able to proudly take a sip from the mug once again, knowing every single word of the label was true.
It would not be long now. He was certain. It would not be long…
LAWS FOR SURVIVAL
DISCLAIMER
I am in no way affiliated with Blizzard. I do not support their practices or actions. While I have a lot of love and affection for some of the creations and designs published by the company, I am, in general, not very fond of them.
GENERAL
This is a roleplay/collaborative writing blog for Roadhog from the video game Overwatch.Nothing of what the muse says or does reflects the mun’s actual beliefs or convictions. The rule of Muse =/= Mun applies. Roadhog can be quite a mean, cold and cruel character and me myself am anything but that! As such, please do not feel intimidated by my muse’s hostile demeanor.The particular portrayal of the character is based on my own interpretation & headcanons. It may not align with your own idea of how Roadhog should be written. I ask you to respect my choices regarding the character, even if you disagree with them.Highly upsetting content will appear on this blog. For the most part content warnings include, but are not limited to: mentions of death, violence, terrorism, PTSD & various other mental struggles, racism, etc. Should you happen to be sensitive to any of these, I would advise you to refrain from following this blog, for your own safety.The basic roleplay etiquette applies(do not godmod without letting me know what you wish to do beforehand, do not fatally injure my muse without a warning, do not pressure me for replies, please, please do not pick up drama or discourse talk, etc.).
INTERACTING
In general, interactions on this blog will never be reserved for mutuals only. There may be blogs I wish to interact with, but which I do not follow - as such, I think it’s only fair to offer my RP partners the same opportunity.
Following this blog for updates will, of course, always be encouraged, however!I reserve the right to pick and choose which threads I work on first. There will always be muses and replies I’ll give more attention to than others, based on my current mood. If I postpone a thread for a while, it doesn’t mean I want to drop it - sometimes I’m just a little slow when it comes to writing.I am open to threads of any length, as well as the use of icons or lack thereof.Plotting threads beforehand is welcome and encouraged, especially when using the multi-para or novella format for replies.This blog is open and friendly towards OCs.
RELATIONSHIPS
Please do not assume our muses are friends or romantically involved from the get-go. However, do feel free to ask me about pre-established relationships of the sort.All romantic relationships must be either chemistry-based or plotted beforehand. We can start at the beginning of the relationship, with our muses meeting or somewhere in-between friends and lovers, if you’d prefer!I am a major MercyHog shipper, hence it will be the relationship I will preferably engage in. However, I will never assume a romantic relationship between our muses or push one onto another roleplayer. In fact, I enjoy seeing Mercy & Roadhog as acquaintances or friends just as much!I do not ship RoadRat; I see Junkrat and Roadhog as best friends or even having a bit of a father & son relationship. Please keep this in mind if you write a Junkrat and plan to interact with my Hog.
MISC
I do not practice Reblog Karma myself, but I will respect my partners’ choices regarding it.The way I write Roadhog, he does not appreciate being called by his first name, unless under very specific circumstances and by a selected few people he trusts (aka Junkrat, for the most part).