That depends on the sexual element. I'm fine even running it without anything explicit.<br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Jayne Cobb<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><strong><br/>Gender:</strong>M<br/><br/><strong>Role:  </strong>Public Relations<br/><strong><br/>Appearance:</strong>“Well, see, there was this one guy. Big…not huge, no, but big. Like this…” the man says as he raises his hand to Jayne’s approximate height. “He did most of the talking, and none of it was very kind, I don’t mind telling you! He cold cocked the constable damn near off this rock and kissed Ms. Stevens over there fit to light a candle! His voice was firm…commanding…and mean! Bout as mean as ole Bruno was, bless him. He was my dog, officer, ‘bout as mean a sumbitch around til that Jayne feller showed up.<br/><br/>The man moved the bandage from above his eye, checked it, and then put it back on again “This cut? Well, I wish I could say I got it putting up a fight, but I didn’t. The man came through the door as I was trying to leave and bowled me end over ruttin end! Big guy…I didn’t think he even noticed until I heard him say ‘excuse me’. How do you like that? I bounce off of him like space dust off an Alliance cruiser, and he still gave me parting words…” He listened for a moment as he was asked a question “The direction they took…well…nosir, I can’t exactly recollect where they went…”<br/><strong><br/>Personality:</strong>Jayne could be summed up in one of two statements. “Pay the man” or “Let the Wookie win”. He’s more than happy to give a piece of his mind, along with a piece of his boot as well. Sometimes he’ll even do both at the same time. He likes being paid, even when there’s no place to spend it. He’s not shy about going to the Captain to rustle up business when his pockets are empty, but after his earlier failed attempt to get side-action going while in Serenity, he’d learned to make do with certain patches of hard times.<br/><br/>What some would call foot in mouth, is what Jayne calls normal conversation. He does like to speak what he perceives to be the truth, and doesn’t understand why others can’t. Out in the black, there’s no one to judge, which seems to make people even more afraid, so Jayne views himself as more free than others in that respect. There are, however, certain things missing from his normal life that every so often turn to haunt him, and he throws himself into his work to have something to hit…a tangible target for his own pain.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Jayne grew up with a degree from the School of Hard Knocks, with a Master’s in Not Taking the Easy Way. Everything he learned was wrong. He grew up learning to fight bullies, before he became one himself. Instead of the military, he learned firearms from whatever hare-brained militia would have him for the few months he stayed on. When the war was on, he made sure not to pick sides, and did the odd job for whoever had the credits to pay. After that particular well dried up, he ran with a family run thieving industry, but quickly changed sides when a better offer was made by Mal. Business was business, and his own bunk was a handsome incentive indeed. Now he bounces from rock to rock through the verse, high on the hog one minute, and picking meat off of bones the next, and though he’d barely tell anyone, he liked it that way…there was something comforting in it.<br/><br/>(http://www.fireflywiki.org/img/Jayne23.jpg)<br/>