Post by scylla on Jun 27, 2010 10:57:16 GMT -5
Name: Jack 'JJ' Johnson
Nickname: JJ, Jay, Jackie Jay
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age/Birthday: 32/August 17, 2429
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Haida Gwaii, Queen Charlotte Islands, Canada
Character Portrayal: David Sutcliffe
Hair: Short brown hair w/ small parting on the right
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11''
Individual Features: 5:00 shadow. Usually he keeps it nice and clipped.
General Appearance:
Family:
-Korey Johnson [Sister, 29, Married w/ three kids]
Soren and Girky [Years 7 and 6, living with Korey]
Friends: The crew of the Venia. He left his past life behind.
Enemies: None, yet.
Job: First Mate
Personality:
Resolute: Jack possesses an unresolved tempest with himself. Time has proven that his chronic connection has been altered into aggravation and thus has triggered his attachment with the possibility of placing himself on the highest pedestal above the scrutinized reach of his doubts. This has put him on the fast track of wanting nothing more than to obliterate any doubt that may still remain.. It led to solitude. It was this that drove Jack to keep his mind clear and his ambitions separate.
Patient: Isolation has led some bearing to give him a certain obligation to held lead his life. Those times that he has spent alone exercised his once seemingly needy intention to surround himself with people when they couldn't be available. That tempest that had been growing had dulled out and led the way for him to realize his true capacity as an individual. His ability, now, to be self-reliant has given way to excel at his former career and make also to hide some renown behind his family name in the small town that he grew up in. This seemingly went to great lengths to fortify him a place on the Venia in future endeavors.
Constant: In the midst of the tempest that was blooming virulently there were times were Jack felt incarcerated in his own mind. Without much assistance for his family believing that he had to sort out his own problems he painfully learned to trust himself. He began to explore the fine line between right and wrong. He had heard stories of his neighbors excelling at their jobs and as well as his parents. While he kept his problems to the bottle he watched as people who grew close to him faded. It grew within him in the subtle dawn of realization that in order to achieve what he wanted most he would have to sweat for. When his mother had been available that thought would never have occurred. As an added attribution the old man made it much more difficult. Dependability brew within him. He grew to work for his keep.
Adventurous: Exploration met Jack often in adolescence. It slowly grew on him to traverse the very fine line to prospect the most damaging ways of degradation. It was with the force that his father counter-acted that incapacitated the bond that they would never share. As the old man sought continued his perversions Jack set out to thwart any attempt made to hinder his motivation to set things right. In Jack's opinion the old man's house served as the dominion for never ending unrest to circumvent the means which drew the line between boldness and crudeness.
Likes: (At least 3)
-Rock 'n roll
-Deep void of space
-Constellations
Dislikes:
-Binges
-His own neediness; clinging onto people
-Relationships; to some extent
Fears:
-Failing the mission
-Having the Venia meet catastrophic failure
-Venting atmosphere =D
History:
Jack grew up his entire life knowing the cold, heavily forested areas of the Queen Charlotte Islands in Canada. While the islands bear no remorse for those devoid of the ability to admire the outdoors most of the families living on the islands passed on their knowledge to the future generations to keep the islands original. In Jack's case his parents roles were complicated. There were times when they would be gone for months living him alone with his younger sister to be watched over by their babysitter. During the months that they were gone Jack was known to be troublesome and hard for his sister. They rarely got along. Disputes were common over simple childhood disturbances. Their constant struggles were hard on the babysitter who at certain times settled with the conclusion of quitting on the spot which would ultimately call for Jack's parents to be pulled away from their respective jobs from the far reaches of Canada. However hard the struggling got the family did not fall entirely on hard times. Though at times it appeared as if everything they worked for would shatter at their feet. They managed to keep it together as long as possible thanks to their mother who carried the burden of the entire family on her shoulders. Their parents absence cause for the two siblings to be constantly at war; both believing that they would never sell their souls for the common peace that survived just beneath the surface.
Peace rarely came. Those small incursions came when both parents had proper leave from their jobs to return home. Even then it was difficult. Korey always remained daddy's little princess, while Jack still maintained his badboy grudge with the entire world. His days were often filled with heavy metal and headbanging. He believed that the world revolved around him. It was this that caused Jack and his father to constantly battle. The two men kept their distance but would often go as far as throwing things across the room aiming for each others faces. Luckily, Jack's mother had all the courage of a Canadian lynx and often got involved risking her own to make sure these fights stopped. While these battles continued Korey saw her respect for her brother and father dwindle slowly until there was almost nothing left. Jack kept his grudge until his twenties when he enrolled with the Canadian Armed Forces leaving his civilized life behind. There he received training and most importantly discipline. He served an entire tour before deciding to return home and use his newly learned capacity to help his family progress financially and anything else that they might possibly need. It was during this time that his family held him in a different light. He used his abilities to help with odds and ends. Shopping, adding different extensions to the house. Korey still had her doubts. It was when his father brought up the past did Jack finally snap. He moved across the islands to the far reach and bought his own real estate. Months later he had two dogs and found that this new beginning was what he lived for. Those months passed in relative solitude. He began to drink and often enjoyed barbeques on his back patio. Then news came of his parents demise. The cliché hit him pretty hard. He returned to his childhood home where his sister had been living making sure the house remained in perfect shape. They had their argument over whose fault it was and Jack returned to his home where another year passed. It was then that he got a call from the hospital that his sister was in labor.
Jack kept his distance well into the twilight years of the Venia's departure. After seeing that his sister's endeavor was successful he returned to active duty and served two more tours creating a name for himself. It was his work with the Armed Forces that landed him on the Venia.
Random Facts: Good with hand to hand combat and ranged warfare.
RP Sample:
This entire situation was an incredibly uncoordinated mess. Upon all of Ezio's survivalist training and learning how to disarm an opponent with his bare hands nothing would secure him safe passage through something this.. amateurish. As he sat cradling his injured leg feeling the frosty stare of the huntress boring some sort of undignified gap into the side of his head the only thing he could currently do was take it all in stride. Consequently he couldn't so much as pick something up in order to defend himself. These kinds of situations were something he was not accustomed to. This was something he wasn't trained for. This was something out of his hands. Awkwardly speaking; what he knew was that somewhere ahead was the back of the line and for miles in every direction there was unmanned jungle. For now he would have to bunker down for the night.
He would also have to hope that during what looked to be forming into a very excruciatingly long night filled with wonderful nightmares and aches and pains somewhere in the darkness would be the despot stare death hungry on impaling him more than a dozen times. He found himself laughing above everything else. His shoulders shook slightly with the humorous effect of how badly this situation had made its turn for the worse. He wouldn't try to encourage her in voting to slit his throat for being a waste of time. Almost immediately after finding the humor in this his leg protested sending sharp pains up his shin bone into his heart. He groaned softly while pulling his leg closer to him but only finding that it hurt and admonished his position. Once his soft laugh had died down incredulously he could only wish he was somewhere else. He shivered.
This was all going to his head. He was still sitting in what felt like some demented realm not his own. The last thing he wanted was to feel paranoid. If he would so much as succumb to that horrid, cold feeling then it wouldn't be worth it. She should just kill him now and not have to worry about him in the long night that was ahead of them. Nevertheless if she decided to alternatively lend somewhat of a stronger hand in helping him through the night he would be completely shocked. He had the distinct feeling that she was standing there in order to see him perish under the weight of fractured leg. He wasn't laughing anymore. His final judgment was to get the hell out of there. He could feel himself readying everything within him in order to gather the strength that was withering with every second.
Then she spoke to him. Her words produced something different. There was still some doubt shadowed behind the meaning and he was relaxing. His muscles detracting keeping him situated and like a lost puppy he looked up at her darkened face with admiring eyes hidden somewhat by the dense color of night. Her words were distant, cold even if she was trying to be accommodating. According to the latest reports the Luna wouldn't so much as stop to smell the roses when the opaque sensation of the Sol appeared to be around. As Grandma always said: 'Go where the sun is always thickest'. His eyes were to busy watching the Luna woman to show progeny. He believed it in his soul that she was human just like him and where there was cold dark there was the slightest shred of human honor. Before he could think he was being lifted.
He wanted to thank her as she took all of his weight and began transporting him closer to the fire. But, instead, found it to painful to mutter his thanks. He found himself slipping one arm casually around her neck and began to limp attempting to match her pace as if they put aside their rash differences and took on the role of good buddies. He grunted and whistled his anguish as they moved. He made a mental note to form some sort of thought out speech of how thankful he was when he could feel the warmth of the fire welcome him and he was suddenly locked out of his own mind. In that moment he thought he could sense the loyalty that possessed this strange woman. Then he realized that she was only doing this out of spite. Tomorrow would be considerably different. As long as he healed.
He managed his exhausted attempt at walking until she settled him down and then she was gone into the night. He could feel the fire at his backside licking at his exposed neck. He pushed aside the thought of fresh meat lingering there while he dragged his leg across the dirt in order to comfortably sit without having to worry about taking some false movement which would send shivers up his spine. He loathed the shivers. He let training take over in order to push the pain away. It felt like a short time had passed until the blond huntress had returned. Then she had returned and was kneeling at his side. Her soft touches played out as if she wasn't really there. It was at this point that his conscience was fading in and out. She didn't feel real. Everything was numb. Home seemed far away, notwithstanding, real distance.
This place was so empty. His thoughts proved tempting. It really wasn't worth it to be sitting here under the watchful eye of this powerful warrior he had just met. When he opened his eyes she appeared to be sitting comfortable back behind the safety of her fire and chewing on that delicious hunk of meat which grew this insatiable gap of hunger in his gut. His fingers danced quietly down the side of his leg and to his surprise there sat an added piece of his splint. The minute his fingertips had felt the smooth, wet piece of cloth tied to his leg he knew he had left planet Earth for the few seconds it took her to affix the now advanced and much more comfortable splint. He craned his neck around and his assumption was correct. He peered through the fire at her still frame against the tree.
She had her eyes closed but her steady breathing told him otherwise. He swallowed reflexively and unwound. She was watching him. He could feel anticipation growing in his spine. She was good. It also appeared that she didn't want to initiate conversation with him. This didn't bother him. As far as he knew they were just enemies under some sort of momentary peace treaty which would be ending the moment the sun came up. He would be gone by then and hopefully she wouldn't follow him. Profoundly he knew this to be the truth. He would stay the night under her watchful incentive. Hell, he'd probably slay the next rabid dog that came bounding out of the night. If only to show his thanks. Nothing would ever motivate him to do anything else.
Rules: Ha! What are these things you call rules?
Nickname: JJ, Jay, Jackie Jay
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age/Birthday: 32/August 17, 2429
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Haida Gwaii, Queen Charlotte Islands, Canada
Character Portrayal: David Sutcliffe
Hair: Short brown hair w/ small parting on the right
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11''
Individual Features: 5:00 shadow. Usually he keeps it nice and clipped.
General Appearance:
Family:
-Korey Johnson [Sister, 29, Married w/ three kids]
Soren and Girky [Years 7 and 6, living with Korey]
Friends: The crew of the Venia. He left his past life behind.
Enemies: None, yet.
Job: First Mate
Personality:
Resolute: Jack possesses an unresolved tempest with himself. Time has proven that his chronic connection has been altered into aggravation and thus has triggered his attachment with the possibility of placing himself on the highest pedestal above the scrutinized reach of his doubts. This has put him on the fast track of wanting nothing more than to obliterate any doubt that may still remain.. It led to solitude. It was this that drove Jack to keep his mind clear and his ambitions separate.
Patient: Isolation has led some bearing to give him a certain obligation to held lead his life. Those times that he has spent alone exercised his once seemingly needy intention to surround himself with people when they couldn't be available. That tempest that had been growing had dulled out and led the way for him to realize his true capacity as an individual. His ability, now, to be self-reliant has given way to excel at his former career and make also to hide some renown behind his family name in the small town that he grew up in. This seemingly went to great lengths to fortify him a place on the Venia in future endeavors.
Constant: In the midst of the tempest that was blooming virulently there were times were Jack felt incarcerated in his own mind. Without much assistance for his family believing that he had to sort out his own problems he painfully learned to trust himself. He began to explore the fine line between right and wrong. He had heard stories of his neighbors excelling at their jobs and as well as his parents. While he kept his problems to the bottle he watched as people who grew close to him faded. It grew within him in the subtle dawn of realization that in order to achieve what he wanted most he would have to sweat for. When his mother had been available that thought would never have occurred. As an added attribution the old man made it much more difficult. Dependability brew within him. He grew to work for his keep.
Adventurous: Exploration met Jack often in adolescence. It slowly grew on him to traverse the very fine line to prospect the most damaging ways of degradation. It was with the force that his father counter-acted that incapacitated the bond that they would never share. As the old man sought continued his perversions Jack set out to thwart any attempt made to hinder his motivation to set things right. In Jack's opinion the old man's house served as the dominion for never ending unrest to circumvent the means which drew the line between boldness and crudeness.
Likes: (At least 3)
-Rock 'n roll
-Deep void of space
-Constellations
Dislikes:
-Binges
-His own neediness; clinging onto people
-Relationships; to some extent
Fears:
-Failing the mission
-Having the Venia meet catastrophic failure
-Venting atmosphere =D
History:
Jack grew up his entire life knowing the cold, heavily forested areas of the Queen Charlotte Islands in Canada. While the islands bear no remorse for those devoid of the ability to admire the outdoors most of the families living on the islands passed on their knowledge to the future generations to keep the islands original. In Jack's case his parents roles were complicated. There were times when they would be gone for months living him alone with his younger sister to be watched over by their babysitter. During the months that they were gone Jack was known to be troublesome and hard for his sister. They rarely got along. Disputes were common over simple childhood disturbances. Their constant struggles were hard on the babysitter who at certain times settled with the conclusion of quitting on the spot which would ultimately call for Jack's parents to be pulled away from their respective jobs from the far reaches of Canada. However hard the struggling got the family did not fall entirely on hard times. Though at times it appeared as if everything they worked for would shatter at their feet. They managed to keep it together as long as possible thanks to their mother who carried the burden of the entire family on her shoulders. Their parents absence cause for the two siblings to be constantly at war; both believing that they would never sell their souls for the common peace that survived just beneath the surface.
Peace rarely came. Those small incursions came when both parents had proper leave from their jobs to return home. Even then it was difficult. Korey always remained daddy's little princess, while Jack still maintained his badboy grudge with the entire world. His days were often filled with heavy metal and headbanging. He believed that the world revolved around him. It was this that caused Jack and his father to constantly battle. The two men kept their distance but would often go as far as throwing things across the room aiming for each others faces. Luckily, Jack's mother had all the courage of a Canadian lynx and often got involved risking her own to make sure these fights stopped. While these battles continued Korey saw her respect for her brother and father dwindle slowly until there was almost nothing left. Jack kept his grudge until his twenties when he enrolled with the Canadian Armed Forces leaving his civilized life behind. There he received training and most importantly discipline. He served an entire tour before deciding to return home and use his newly learned capacity to help his family progress financially and anything else that they might possibly need. It was during this time that his family held him in a different light. He used his abilities to help with odds and ends. Shopping, adding different extensions to the house. Korey still had her doubts. It was when his father brought up the past did Jack finally snap. He moved across the islands to the far reach and bought his own real estate. Months later he had two dogs and found that this new beginning was what he lived for. Those months passed in relative solitude. He began to drink and often enjoyed barbeques on his back patio. Then news came of his parents demise. The cliché hit him pretty hard. He returned to his childhood home where his sister had been living making sure the house remained in perfect shape. They had their argument over whose fault it was and Jack returned to his home where another year passed. It was then that he got a call from the hospital that his sister was in labor.
Jack kept his distance well into the twilight years of the Venia's departure. After seeing that his sister's endeavor was successful he returned to active duty and served two more tours creating a name for himself. It was his work with the Armed Forces that landed him on the Venia.
Random Facts: Good with hand to hand combat and ranged warfare.
RP Sample:
This entire situation was an incredibly uncoordinated mess. Upon all of Ezio's survivalist training and learning how to disarm an opponent with his bare hands nothing would secure him safe passage through something this.. amateurish. As he sat cradling his injured leg feeling the frosty stare of the huntress boring some sort of undignified gap into the side of his head the only thing he could currently do was take it all in stride. Consequently he couldn't so much as pick something up in order to defend himself. These kinds of situations were something he was not accustomed to. This was something he wasn't trained for. This was something out of his hands. Awkwardly speaking; what he knew was that somewhere ahead was the back of the line and for miles in every direction there was unmanned jungle. For now he would have to bunker down for the night.
He would also have to hope that during what looked to be forming into a very excruciatingly long night filled with wonderful nightmares and aches and pains somewhere in the darkness would be the despot stare death hungry on impaling him more than a dozen times. He found himself laughing above everything else. His shoulders shook slightly with the humorous effect of how badly this situation had made its turn for the worse. He wouldn't try to encourage her in voting to slit his throat for being a waste of time. Almost immediately after finding the humor in this his leg protested sending sharp pains up his shin bone into his heart. He groaned softly while pulling his leg closer to him but only finding that it hurt and admonished his position. Once his soft laugh had died down incredulously he could only wish he was somewhere else. He shivered.
This was all going to his head. He was still sitting in what felt like some demented realm not his own. The last thing he wanted was to feel paranoid. If he would so much as succumb to that horrid, cold feeling then it wouldn't be worth it. She should just kill him now and not have to worry about him in the long night that was ahead of them. Nevertheless if she decided to alternatively lend somewhat of a stronger hand in helping him through the night he would be completely shocked. He had the distinct feeling that she was standing there in order to see him perish under the weight of fractured leg. He wasn't laughing anymore. His final judgment was to get the hell out of there. He could feel himself readying everything within him in order to gather the strength that was withering with every second.
Then she spoke to him. Her words produced something different. There was still some doubt shadowed behind the meaning and he was relaxing. His muscles detracting keeping him situated and like a lost puppy he looked up at her darkened face with admiring eyes hidden somewhat by the dense color of night. Her words were distant, cold even if she was trying to be accommodating. According to the latest reports the Luna wouldn't so much as stop to smell the roses when the opaque sensation of the Sol appeared to be around. As Grandma always said: 'Go where the sun is always thickest'. His eyes were to busy watching the Luna woman to show progeny. He believed it in his soul that she was human just like him and where there was cold dark there was the slightest shred of human honor. Before he could think he was being lifted.
He wanted to thank her as she took all of his weight and began transporting him closer to the fire. But, instead, found it to painful to mutter his thanks. He found himself slipping one arm casually around her neck and began to limp attempting to match her pace as if they put aside their rash differences and took on the role of good buddies. He grunted and whistled his anguish as they moved. He made a mental note to form some sort of thought out speech of how thankful he was when he could feel the warmth of the fire welcome him and he was suddenly locked out of his own mind. In that moment he thought he could sense the loyalty that possessed this strange woman. Then he realized that she was only doing this out of spite. Tomorrow would be considerably different. As long as he healed.
He managed his exhausted attempt at walking until she settled him down and then she was gone into the night. He could feel the fire at his backside licking at his exposed neck. He pushed aside the thought of fresh meat lingering there while he dragged his leg across the dirt in order to comfortably sit without having to worry about taking some false movement which would send shivers up his spine. He loathed the shivers. He let training take over in order to push the pain away. It felt like a short time had passed until the blond huntress had returned. Then she had returned and was kneeling at his side. Her soft touches played out as if she wasn't really there. It was at this point that his conscience was fading in and out. She didn't feel real. Everything was numb. Home seemed far away, notwithstanding, real distance.
This place was so empty. His thoughts proved tempting. It really wasn't worth it to be sitting here under the watchful eye of this powerful warrior he had just met. When he opened his eyes she appeared to be sitting comfortable back behind the safety of her fire and chewing on that delicious hunk of meat which grew this insatiable gap of hunger in his gut. His fingers danced quietly down the side of his leg and to his surprise there sat an added piece of his splint. The minute his fingertips had felt the smooth, wet piece of cloth tied to his leg he knew he had left planet Earth for the few seconds it took her to affix the now advanced and much more comfortable splint. He craned his neck around and his assumption was correct. He peered through the fire at her still frame against the tree.
She had her eyes closed but her steady breathing told him otherwise. He swallowed reflexively and unwound. She was watching him. He could feel anticipation growing in his spine. She was good. It also appeared that she didn't want to initiate conversation with him. This didn't bother him. As far as he knew they were just enemies under some sort of momentary peace treaty which would be ending the moment the sun came up. He would be gone by then and hopefully she wouldn't follow him. Profoundly he knew this to be the truth. He would stay the night under her watchful incentive. Hell, he'd probably slay the next rabid dog that came bounding out of the night. If only to show his thanks. Nothing would ever motivate him to do anything else.
Rules: Ha! What are these things you call rules?
