Post by jj1234321 on Sept 2, 2012 23:31:43 GMT -5
Name: Jake English
Age: 16 years of age.
Appearance:
Jake is a rather formidable looking young man. With short, wavy hair, a well built physique from years of handling animals, and his trusty M9 pistols constantly at his sides, he looks more than enough to take care of himself.
He has a well set face, quite youthful as he is only sixteen. He has a fairly large nose, however it seems to fit well on his face as it is always smiling, awake and alive. His eyes are emerald green in color, ever observant, and in front of them he wears a pair of frameless glasses.
He wears a simple white t-shirt, with the image of a green skull top on his chest. Around his this shirt he wears a dark green windbreaker with a large collar, always down, and with the sleeves brought up so not to get in the way of his pistol-whipping shenanigans. Around his wrist is a simple black watch, and around is his legs is a pair of brown corduroy shorts. He is reasonably tall, standing at five foot nine, and weighs one hundred and forty five pounds.
Personality:
Adventurous: Jake is very adventurous. He's always looking to prove himself, to show what he can do to himself. When he finds something that is too difficult for him to surmount, he will train himself until he is able to perform flawlessly. This makes him a very useful person when it comes to durability, as he can think through nearly any kind of damage, but also means he can be quiet impulsive or far off at times.
Curious: He is also a very curious individual. He always looks for new challenges, new adventures, new things to make. He enjoys learning about people, getting to know them. He'll stick his nose in anything for the mere sake of sticking his nose into it, regardless of what it is. If he thinks that you have a crush on him, he'll ask you about it, in a very nice way but inquisitive none the less. This also means that he is quiet intelligent, as he loves to expand his mind as well as his body.
Intelligent: When it comes to facts, he is very smart. This is seen through how he speaks, his choice of words comes from all kinds of time periods. He enjoys reading, although he loves going out an exploring even more.
Common Sense: However, this doesn't make him very street smart. Having lived alone most of his life, Jake often misses valuable hints from people he meets, as he is very trusting and typically believes everything he is told. When it comes to reactions, he is very adequate, being able to spontaneously react to even the fastest of moves… even if he is unable to dodge them, he can often times at least prepare himself. In addition, this help shim in combat, sa he notices everything around him.
Akimbo-man: Jake is an established marksman; able to even handle the complexity of aiming and firing two guns at once. He loves M9's in particular, using them to the best of his abilities. Which is to say all the time, due to his nature.
Open: Jake is a very open and accepting individual. If proposed a new idea or offered the hand of friendship, he'll often consider it beyond what most people would because of both his curious and his trusting nature. This has it's flaws as well; he is easy to deceive, although if you DO deceive him he can often figure out for himself how he was duped and respond in kind.
Lonely: Jake is also a fairly lonely individual. Due to growing up without any kind of support since a very young age, he has found a positive way to support himself, but he is still alone on the inside. He has not yet made any valuable friends to fill this space either, which is why he's always reaching out to people and ideas, his open nature as a result.
Animals: Jake knows very well how to handle himself against beasts of all natures. He knows which ones to be nice to and be friends with, and which ones need to be shot. He is very knowledgeable about beasts, and usually gets along with them.
Style: Jake has style. Namely in the point of double pistols firing, followed by a definite wink. In addition all his barrel rolls, midair spins and jumps, he is the perfect man for any kind of flashy task you need done.
Morals: however, Jake has a definitive sense of morality. He will not commit an immoral act, and considers it a great dishonor to himself when someone tricks him into doing something that goes against his morals. In addition, he is very chivalrous; he will not harm nor allow a lady to be harmed. However, if they do something extremely unladylike, they cease to be ladies in his mind.
Street Rat: Even though he has a high standard of morals, he does know many underhanded tricks of the trade. He knows how to steal without being caught, pick locks with his glasses, as well as know when someone is cheating him. He gets along well with the lower echelons of society, although the higher echelons tend look down on him, a condition which fairly saddens Jake.
Magica Element/Artifact:
Two Pistols: He wields two M9 pistols, which are quite strange; no matter how many times he has shot them, they never have any problems jamming or with the fire mechanism failing. They also can handle several different types of bullets, not ridiculously large ones, but he once got a pistol sized shotgun shell... and his pistol was able to fire it perfectly.
Background(Biography):
New York City: Jake was abandoned by his parents a few months after he was born; he never knew his parents. He was taken in by a homeless old woman who lived in the city, raising him as the son she could never have. For she was infertile, and therefore could never have a child of her own, but had always wanted one. Despite her old age, she wanted to allow him to live, so she took him in and spent what the little she had of her life left with him.
After teaching him how to survive on his own, finding small work he could do as opposed to the normal thieving and dark antics of a street rat. These morals were instilled in him by his "Grandmother", who he loved very much. When she died, he took her body outside of the city, walking to the city's natural park and leaving her deep within for the animals to pick from her corpse and give her the most honorable death that he could imagine; as continuing life, as he knew that she had loved to do. Before she died he took the empty pair of glasses upon her face, putting them on his own in her memory.
He stayed in the woods for a while after that. He got cheap furs and sold them to local merchants to make real American made products. With the money he earned through his works, he bought his own pistol, making him extremely happy. Of course ,more often then not he lacked bullets, merely beating the animals over the head with the gun's durable clip hold. He continued his work, working for over two years and sustaining himself.
Then he was able to buy his second gun. From then on he began to practice. For three years of his life, now fourteen in age, he msatered being able to actually use the guns as he was able to now invest in ammunition. He got extremely skilled with their use, discovering how to use them akimbo style as he could shoot two moving targets simultaneously within 100o of one another in a simultaneous trigger pull. Followed by a wink, of course.
Then he decided it was time he moved back into the city. He saved up enough money with how quickly he was making his hunts to his skills, and bought himself a small flat towards the shadier parts of town. However, the residents respected him a good amount; he had been a street rat, just like them, at least at one point; and they knew he could trust them to leave him be.
Another year has passed as he grew more and more accustomed to his position. Recently he has began looking into getting an education past the one his grandmother had given him, and even considered entering the high school, to see what he could learn and who he could meet…
Brief RP Sample: "Oh buggery and jappery! I seem to have misplaced my vitally important equipment. My developmentally sound instruments of strife, where have I placed you!?"
RP Sample:
He couldn't believe this; why was he being chased by an entire gang of thugs? His feet moved quickly as Jake flipped his body around, seeing the hole in the fence he was aiming for. His coat flapped behind him as he shut his eyes behind his frameless glasses, knowing his coat was going to be so torn. Buttocks. He thought as he slid on the ground into the hole, feeling the cut boards scraping against him and tearing his clothes. Oh curse this serf-like fabric! He thought as he knew he was going to have red marks on his clothes.
He wasn't sure why these fellows were chasing him; he had merely been taking his daily stroll through the worse part of town, when suddenly a finger pointed out from a group of men at him. His eyes widened as their feet began to move towards him, and he turned his body around right quick as a shot was fired off towards him, putting a bullet hole in the coat he wore around his shirt. His shorts flapped in the air as his sneakers slapped against the pavement, having darted into the nearest alley that he could reach. He didn't have time to think, only react; leading him to his present situation on the other side of the fence.
He turned around as two more of the wankers appeared behind him. "Kindly sod off!" He told them as his pistols appeared in his hands, ready to take the offensive as he now had them at the disadvantage. They would have to come through the hole one at a time, where Jake would be able to easily handle them. He was smiling as the first man came up out from the boards, the smile quickly fading from his face as Jake whipped up his two pistols, pointing them directly at the man with his elbows bent, before winking with his right eye as the look on the man's face vanished.
His arms shot out as he pulled the trigger on his trusty M9 pistols. He shot with his right first, throwing up his arm to refocus on his left hand as he pulled its trigger then, throwing it up as well after firing. He stood with his pistols pointed up in the air, allowing them to smoke as the two shots, one to the man's right leg and left leg each, caused him to topple over onto the ground, groaning. "I am terribly sorry but gadzooks you fellows really left me with little choice." He explained, still panting slightly from having needed to start running so suddenly.
The man was falling to the ground as a second began crawling through. Luckily for Jake, the hole was not large enough to permit more of a body than these two had; so they could not come through with weapons drawn. Jake did not truly want to kill them, as in this case they were helpless. While I may not have a nooklebock about what they are trying to do, I don't want to have a man's death on my mind. He thought as he glanced behind himself. He then pointed both pistols out, his eyes locking onto the knees of his targets, pulling the triggers and steeling himself for the recoil before spinning around, and pushing off on his heels.
He began to run, having stopped up the entrance to the other side of the alley. His breath came out in pants as his slightly torn windbreaker splayed out behind him, turning down the street and running before turning right and shooting into another alley. Finally, he stopped at a phonebooth at the next street, paying the quarter to call 911.
"Hello. What is the state of your emergency?"
"Men... huff... shot... *wheeze* at the alley of Porck and Burkes. It is cordiery you *heff* reach them as soon as possible." He explained, before throwing the payphone back on the hook, his hands falling onto his knee caps as he took deep breaths for a few moments, before throwing his weight back to straighten his torso, swallowing harshly before opening the phone booth's door, running back out into the street, before changing into a light jog a few blocks down, trying to calm himself down but remaining alert until he could reach his home...
Age: 16 years of age.
Appearance:
Jake is a rather formidable looking young man. With short, wavy hair, a well built physique from years of handling animals, and his trusty M9 pistols constantly at his sides, he looks more than enough to take care of himself.
He has a well set face, quite youthful as he is only sixteen. He has a fairly large nose, however it seems to fit well on his face as it is always smiling, awake and alive. His eyes are emerald green in color, ever observant, and in front of them he wears a pair of frameless glasses.
He wears a simple white t-shirt, with the image of a green skull top on his chest. Around his this shirt he wears a dark green windbreaker with a large collar, always down, and with the sleeves brought up so not to get in the way of his pistol-whipping shenanigans. Around his wrist is a simple black watch, and around is his legs is a pair of brown corduroy shorts. He is reasonably tall, standing at five foot nine, and weighs one hundred and forty five pounds.
Personality:
Adventurous: Jake is very adventurous. He's always looking to prove himself, to show what he can do to himself. When he finds something that is too difficult for him to surmount, he will train himself until he is able to perform flawlessly. This makes him a very useful person when it comes to durability, as he can think through nearly any kind of damage, but also means he can be quiet impulsive or far off at times.
Curious: He is also a very curious individual. He always looks for new challenges, new adventures, new things to make. He enjoys learning about people, getting to know them. He'll stick his nose in anything for the mere sake of sticking his nose into it, regardless of what it is. If he thinks that you have a crush on him, he'll ask you about it, in a very nice way but inquisitive none the less. This also means that he is quiet intelligent, as he loves to expand his mind as well as his body.
Intelligent: When it comes to facts, he is very smart. This is seen through how he speaks, his choice of words comes from all kinds of time periods. He enjoys reading, although he loves going out an exploring even more.
Common Sense: However, this doesn't make him very street smart. Having lived alone most of his life, Jake often misses valuable hints from people he meets, as he is very trusting and typically believes everything he is told. When it comes to reactions, he is very adequate, being able to spontaneously react to even the fastest of moves… even if he is unable to dodge them, he can often times at least prepare himself. In addition, this help shim in combat, sa he notices everything around him.
Akimbo-man: Jake is an established marksman; able to even handle the complexity of aiming and firing two guns at once. He loves M9's in particular, using them to the best of his abilities. Which is to say all the time, due to his nature.
Open: Jake is a very open and accepting individual. If proposed a new idea or offered the hand of friendship, he'll often consider it beyond what most people would because of both his curious and his trusting nature. This has it's flaws as well; he is easy to deceive, although if you DO deceive him he can often figure out for himself how he was duped and respond in kind.
Lonely: Jake is also a fairly lonely individual. Due to growing up without any kind of support since a very young age, he has found a positive way to support himself, but he is still alone on the inside. He has not yet made any valuable friends to fill this space either, which is why he's always reaching out to people and ideas, his open nature as a result.
Animals: Jake knows very well how to handle himself against beasts of all natures. He knows which ones to be nice to and be friends with, and which ones need to be shot. He is very knowledgeable about beasts, and usually gets along with them.
Style: Jake has style. Namely in the point of double pistols firing, followed by a definite wink. In addition all his barrel rolls, midair spins and jumps, he is the perfect man for any kind of flashy task you need done.
Morals: however, Jake has a definitive sense of morality. He will not commit an immoral act, and considers it a great dishonor to himself when someone tricks him into doing something that goes against his morals. In addition, he is very chivalrous; he will not harm nor allow a lady to be harmed. However, if they do something extremely unladylike, they cease to be ladies in his mind.
Street Rat: Even though he has a high standard of morals, he does know many underhanded tricks of the trade. He knows how to steal without being caught, pick locks with his glasses, as well as know when someone is cheating him. He gets along well with the lower echelons of society, although the higher echelons tend look down on him, a condition which fairly saddens Jake.
Magica Element/Artifact:
Two Pistols: He wields two M9 pistols, which are quite strange; no matter how many times he has shot them, they never have any problems jamming or with the fire mechanism failing. They also can handle several different types of bullets, not ridiculously large ones, but he once got a pistol sized shotgun shell... and his pistol was able to fire it perfectly.
Background(Biography):
New York City: Jake was abandoned by his parents a few months after he was born; he never knew his parents. He was taken in by a homeless old woman who lived in the city, raising him as the son she could never have. For she was infertile, and therefore could never have a child of her own, but had always wanted one. Despite her old age, she wanted to allow him to live, so she took him in and spent what the little she had of her life left with him.
After teaching him how to survive on his own, finding small work he could do as opposed to the normal thieving and dark antics of a street rat. These morals were instilled in him by his "Grandmother", who he loved very much. When she died, he took her body outside of the city, walking to the city's natural park and leaving her deep within for the animals to pick from her corpse and give her the most honorable death that he could imagine; as continuing life, as he knew that she had loved to do. Before she died he took the empty pair of glasses upon her face, putting them on his own in her memory.
He stayed in the woods for a while after that. He got cheap furs and sold them to local merchants to make real American made products. With the money he earned through his works, he bought his own pistol, making him extremely happy. Of course ,more often then not he lacked bullets, merely beating the animals over the head with the gun's durable clip hold. He continued his work, working for over two years and sustaining himself.
Then he was able to buy his second gun. From then on he began to practice. For three years of his life, now fourteen in age, he msatered being able to actually use the guns as he was able to now invest in ammunition. He got extremely skilled with their use, discovering how to use them akimbo style as he could shoot two moving targets simultaneously within 100o of one another in a simultaneous trigger pull. Followed by a wink, of course.
Then he decided it was time he moved back into the city. He saved up enough money with how quickly he was making his hunts to his skills, and bought himself a small flat towards the shadier parts of town. However, the residents respected him a good amount; he had been a street rat, just like them, at least at one point; and they knew he could trust them to leave him be.
Another year has passed as he grew more and more accustomed to his position. Recently he has began looking into getting an education past the one his grandmother had given him, and even considered entering the high school, to see what he could learn and who he could meet…
Brief RP Sample: "Oh buggery and jappery! I seem to have misplaced my vitally important equipment. My developmentally sound instruments of strife, where have I placed you!?"
RP Sample:
He couldn't believe this; why was he being chased by an entire gang of thugs? His feet moved quickly as Jake flipped his body around, seeing the hole in the fence he was aiming for. His coat flapped behind him as he shut his eyes behind his frameless glasses, knowing his coat was going to be so torn. Buttocks. He thought as he slid on the ground into the hole, feeling the cut boards scraping against him and tearing his clothes. Oh curse this serf-like fabric! He thought as he knew he was going to have red marks on his clothes.
He wasn't sure why these fellows were chasing him; he had merely been taking his daily stroll through the worse part of town, when suddenly a finger pointed out from a group of men at him. His eyes widened as their feet began to move towards him, and he turned his body around right quick as a shot was fired off towards him, putting a bullet hole in the coat he wore around his shirt. His shorts flapped in the air as his sneakers slapped against the pavement, having darted into the nearest alley that he could reach. He didn't have time to think, only react; leading him to his present situation on the other side of the fence.
He turned around as two more of the wankers appeared behind him. "Kindly sod off!" He told them as his pistols appeared in his hands, ready to take the offensive as he now had them at the disadvantage. They would have to come through the hole one at a time, where Jake would be able to easily handle them. He was smiling as the first man came up out from the boards, the smile quickly fading from his face as Jake whipped up his two pistols, pointing them directly at the man with his elbows bent, before winking with his right eye as the look on the man's face vanished.
His arms shot out as he pulled the trigger on his trusty M9 pistols. He shot with his right first, throwing up his arm to refocus on his left hand as he pulled its trigger then, throwing it up as well after firing. He stood with his pistols pointed up in the air, allowing them to smoke as the two shots, one to the man's right leg and left leg each, caused him to topple over onto the ground, groaning. "I am terribly sorry but gadzooks you fellows really left me with little choice." He explained, still panting slightly from having needed to start running so suddenly.
The man was falling to the ground as a second began crawling through. Luckily for Jake, the hole was not large enough to permit more of a body than these two had; so they could not come through with weapons drawn. Jake did not truly want to kill them, as in this case they were helpless. While I may not have a nooklebock about what they are trying to do, I don't want to have a man's death on my mind. He thought as he glanced behind himself. He then pointed both pistols out, his eyes locking onto the knees of his targets, pulling the triggers and steeling himself for the recoil before spinning around, and pushing off on his heels.
He began to run, having stopped up the entrance to the other side of the alley. His breath came out in pants as his slightly torn windbreaker splayed out behind him, turning down the street and running before turning right and shooting into another alley. Finally, he stopped at a phonebooth at the next street, paying the quarter to call 911.
"Hello. What is the state of your emergency?"
"Men... huff... shot... *wheeze* at the alley of Porck and Burkes. It is cordiery you *heff* reach them as soon as possible." He explained, before throwing the payphone back on the hook, his hands falling onto his knee caps as he took deep breaths for a few moments, before throwing his weight back to straighten his torso, swallowing harshly before opening the phone booth's door, running back out into the street, before changing into a light jog a few blocks down, trying to calm himself down but remaining alert until he could reach his home...