Post by shadowblade on Oct 21, 2007 7:47:30 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: Jonathan Aarons “Wraith”
Age: 22
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): Wiry, runner’s build
Hair: Dark brown, cut short; get’s really curly when it gets longer than an inch or so
Eye color: Brown
Height: 70 in.
Skin Tone: Light tan
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least):
Quiet and somewhat shy, Jonathan has a tendency to keep most everything to himself. It takes a little while for him to truly open up to others, though once he does open up, a cheerful, somewhat optimistic personality is revealed. His keeping things private tends to keep him from making friends, though he’s uncannily loyal to those that he considers his friend. Should the trust that he places in another ever be broken, however, it’s extremely difficult to regain, and he shuts back up into the quiet, thoughtful shell that surrounds the person beneath.
Background (a paragraph at least):
Born and raised on Arial, Jonathan saw both the grandeur, and the cruelty lying beneath the thin façade, of the the Alliance firsthand. While his family wasn’t rich, they weren’t poor, either. The myriad of woodlands on the planet were frequently his classroom, as his father taught him about surviving in the wild from a young age. While it seemed strange to him, Jonathan simply accepted what his father taught him, and proved to be an apt student.
When he was ten years old, his father sent him out on one final survival hike. When he returned a week and a half later, it was to find that his family had died because of a terrorist bombing. Placed in an orphanage, he’s forced to watch the execution of the terrorist a year later. A small paramilitary organization ‘adopts’ several of the children, including Jonathan, from the orphanage when he’s twelve.
The next five years are a period of intense training, primarily in stealth, reconnaissance, and close quarters combat. Jonathan resists the mental conditioning that the organization tries to impose on him, and he continually amazes them in his persistence at learning other subjects, particularly computers, piloting, and maintenance. While he never becomes an expert at any of these skills, he becomes competent at them.
At the age of eighteen, Jonathan escapes from the organization's compound on Jiangyin, and evaded every attempt by the organization to recapture him. He spent the next four years doing odd jobs, sometimes as a scout mercenary, though he carefully chooses each job, evaluating whether or not he wants to walk the path the job would make him travel. While he’s not terribly well known, he has made a name for himself as being extraordinarily reliable, and has only failed to complete a job in the face of extreme circumstances. Of course, the amount of jobs that are offered to him are usually few and far between, as part of his reputation has him noted to be frustratingly moral, and he refuses to go into a job blind.
Career/Occupation: Freelancer, Jack-of-all-trades
Alliance or Browncoat or Niether: Neither, pre-disposed towards Browncoat
Talents/Special Abilities:
Moderate skills at mechanics, computers, and piloting
Expert at survival, evasion, resistance, and escape
Highly proficient in hand-to-hand combat
Above average skill in firearms
Likes:
Reading
Writing
Classical music (particularly Beethoven and Tchaikovsky)
Rural areas
Warm climates
Dislikes:
Fighting
Music played too loudly
Cities
Cold climates
Other(normal clothes, weapons, etc…):
Normal clothes- Dark gray long sleeve shirt, black jeans and boots, dull black leather jacket with hood, though the hood is rarely pulled up
Weapons- Pistol strapped to right thigh, dagger strapped to outside of lower left arm
Keeps a datapad in a pocket inside his jacket, and it has a hacked connection to the web.
Code: Wash
RP Sample:
It had been four and a half years since Jonathan had escaped from the Organization, and he’d been bouncing from planet to planet ever since. He steps away from the Tiger, his payment in hand, and watches as it takes off from the docks. He turns to the walkway, and makes his way to the bank. It takes a few minutes, but eventually the payment gets deposited. He turns back to the door, and walks back out into the bustle of Eavesdown Docks. Eventually, he finds his way to one of the quiet restaurants that he frequents whenever he’s in town, and sits down at a small booth, reading over the menu.
“Ho! What brings you back this way, Wraith? I thought you were going to jump planet, this time?”
Justin, the owner and operator of the restaurant sits down across from Jonathan as the younger man smiles and shakes his head.
“Justin, why do you keep calling me that? You know what my name is.”
“Simple,” The older man says, “That’s the name you’ve earned for yourself among the freelancers here on Persephone. I hear it’s already traveled through the Alliance, too.”
Jonathan looks up from the menu with a frown. “If that’s the case, I’ll just have my usual.”
“Great,” he thinks to himself, “Earning a callsign is the last thing I need right now…”
Name: Jonathan Aarons “Wraith”
Age: 22
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): Wiry, runner’s build
Hair: Dark brown, cut short; get’s really curly when it gets longer than an inch or so
Eye color: Brown
Height: 70 in.
Skin Tone: Light tan
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least):
Quiet and somewhat shy, Jonathan has a tendency to keep most everything to himself. It takes a little while for him to truly open up to others, though once he does open up, a cheerful, somewhat optimistic personality is revealed. His keeping things private tends to keep him from making friends, though he’s uncannily loyal to those that he considers his friend. Should the trust that he places in another ever be broken, however, it’s extremely difficult to regain, and he shuts back up into the quiet, thoughtful shell that surrounds the person beneath.
Background (a paragraph at least):
Born and raised on Arial, Jonathan saw both the grandeur, and the cruelty lying beneath the thin façade, of the the Alliance firsthand. While his family wasn’t rich, they weren’t poor, either. The myriad of woodlands on the planet were frequently his classroom, as his father taught him about surviving in the wild from a young age. While it seemed strange to him, Jonathan simply accepted what his father taught him, and proved to be an apt student.
When he was ten years old, his father sent him out on one final survival hike. When he returned a week and a half later, it was to find that his family had died because of a terrorist bombing. Placed in an orphanage, he’s forced to watch the execution of the terrorist a year later. A small paramilitary organization ‘adopts’ several of the children, including Jonathan, from the orphanage when he’s twelve.
The next five years are a period of intense training, primarily in stealth, reconnaissance, and close quarters combat. Jonathan resists the mental conditioning that the organization tries to impose on him, and he continually amazes them in his persistence at learning other subjects, particularly computers, piloting, and maintenance. While he never becomes an expert at any of these skills, he becomes competent at them.
At the age of eighteen, Jonathan escapes from the organization's compound on Jiangyin, and evaded every attempt by the organization to recapture him. He spent the next four years doing odd jobs, sometimes as a scout mercenary, though he carefully chooses each job, evaluating whether or not he wants to walk the path the job would make him travel. While he’s not terribly well known, he has made a name for himself as being extraordinarily reliable, and has only failed to complete a job in the face of extreme circumstances. Of course, the amount of jobs that are offered to him are usually few and far between, as part of his reputation has him noted to be frustratingly moral, and he refuses to go into a job blind.
Career/Occupation: Freelancer, Jack-of-all-trades
Alliance or Browncoat or Niether: Neither, pre-disposed towards Browncoat
Talents/Special Abilities:
Moderate skills at mechanics, computers, and piloting
Expert at survival, evasion, resistance, and escape
Highly proficient in hand-to-hand combat
Above average skill in firearms
Likes:
Reading
Writing
Classical music (particularly Beethoven and Tchaikovsky)
Rural areas
Warm climates
Dislikes:
Fighting
Music played too loudly
Cities
Cold climates
Other(normal clothes, weapons, etc…):
Normal clothes- Dark gray long sleeve shirt, black jeans and boots, dull black leather jacket with hood, though the hood is rarely pulled up
Weapons- Pistol strapped to right thigh, dagger strapped to outside of lower left arm
Keeps a datapad in a pocket inside his jacket, and it has a hacked connection to the web.
Code: Wash
RP Sample:
It had been four and a half years since Jonathan had escaped from the Organization, and he’d been bouncing from planet to planet ever since. He steps away from the Tiger, his payment in hand, and watches as it takes off from the docks. He turns to the walkway, and makes his way to the bank. It takes a few minutes, but eventually the payment gets deposited. He turns back to the door, and walks back out into the bustle of Eavesdown Docks. Eventually, he finds his way to one of the quiet restaurants that he frequents whenever he’s in town, and sits down at a small booth, reading over the menu.
“Ho! What brings you back this way, Wraith? I thought you were going to jump planet, this time?”
Justin, the owner and operator of the restaurant sits down across from Jonathan as the younger man smiles and shakes his head.
“Justin, why do you keep calling me that? You know what my name is.”
“Simple,” The older man says, “That’s the name you’ve earned for yourself among the freelancers here on Persephone. I hear it’s already traveled through the Alliance, too.”
Jonathan looks up from the menu with a frown. “If that’s the case, I’ll just have my usual.”
“Great,” he thinks to himself, “Earning a callsign is the last thing I need right now…”
Nothingad, just plot stuff