Strickland
03-07-09, 03:24 PM
Name: Jack Strickland
Age: 34
Race: Half-angel.
Hair Color: Gunpowder black with streaks of iron-gray in it and decorating the tips.
Eye Color: Metallic silver, almost like mercury.
Height: Six feet exactly.
Weight: 180 lbs w/out wings, 200 with them.
Occupation: None at the moment.
Personality: If you had to describe Jack in one word, it would be "weary". To the average observer, he seems to move along with a slouch and a shuffle, his face stoic as he observes the world around him. Whenever he speaks it is slow and deliberate, as if afraid of misinterpretation. While he may seem cold to others sometimes, he has a weakness towards women and children that often gets him hurt when he faces both in combat. Chivalrous but quiet, he completely fits the stereotype of the lone hero. Even in battle he prefers to use his head over his instincts, even if they tend to save his life more often than not. Despite his solo persona, he is quick to anger and is easily taunted into making mistakes, and the fact that he isn't completely human makes him somewhat cocky.
Appearance: (Here. (http://media.photobucket.com/image/day%20of%20disaster/star_stockpb/45605677.jpg))Even though he stands easily at six feet, is heavily muscled and broad shouldered, he tends to slump easily, making him look smaller than he actually is. He has thick black hair that is streaked through to the tips by a strange gray that makes him seem older than he actually is, and a thin beard lines his jawline and chin. His face is dispassionate and hard, usually set in a glare or a scowl, although a smile may grace it from time to time. His wardrobe of choice consists of usually dark gray shirts that are tight against his frame and blue jeans, although he also has a couple jackets as well. The last memorable thing about him is a single angelic sigil inscribed on the back of his neck. When people ask him what it says, he doesn't know, for he hadn't even known about it in the first place until someone pointed it out.
Skills:
Passive Abilities
Fisticuffs: Jack is above average at hand to hand combat and is a natural brawler due to both his build and his ability to endure pain.
Knife Fighter: He is currently average with knife-class weapons, including throwing ones, and can hit a target reasonably well up to 15 feet away. Any farther, or if said target is moving at high speeds, and those chances fall from rare to nil.
A Hardened Body, A Hardened Mind: Whether due to his angelic ancestry or his own physical training he doesn't know, but Jack's body has strengthened to the point where he can lift up to 150 lbs with both hands, and 50 lbs with one hand. (1.5x stronger.) His body can also move at higher speeds than normal (up to 10 or 11 mph at top speed) and his reflexes are faster as well (1.5x). But not only has his body been strengthened; his mind has as well. He is able to resist pain, extreme or not, for up to 2 to 3 minutes. He still feels it but it does not cripple his body.
Active Abilities
Flight: By calling upon his angelic ancestry, at any time Jack can sprout two wings from his back, and use them to lift off into the sky. However, he is unused to them as he has just discovered this ability, and has yet to master them. At the moment his average flight speed is about his running speed, but he can double that for a short period of time (about ten minutes or so). Even so, he cannot fly forever and soon tires after about an hour or so of straight flying, whereupon he must rest to recover his strength.
IN COMBAT: As stated before, he is unused to his wings and cannot maneuver expertly with them. Sharp turns and evades escape the man at the moment, usually making his large, feathery wings more of a liability than an asset. He usually calls upon them if he needs to escape or in times of direst need.
The wings themselves are each a good five feet long, with three foot feathers like a bird's. They are the same color as his hair, black with streaks of gray and white here and there at the tips. He can recall these wings at anytime as well.
Equipment:
+ A set of steel knuckles with crosses engraved upon each "knuckle".
+ A soldier's combat knife, also made out of steel; the blade is about half a foot long.
+ Three iron throwing daggers.
+ A lighter with a sticker of some women in flames upon it and a pack of cigarettes; Marlboro.
History: Jack Strickland came from Earth. However, it is not an Earth that you and I know; it is an Earth torn and ravaged by war. Set upon by a sudden apocalypse started not by the creatures of Hell but by Heaven itself, the inhabitants of the planet suddenly found themselves besieged by the very beings they prayed to. This mass genocide of humanity was brought upon by the Savior Himself, as he viewed humankind as beings unable to ever achieve what he viewed as perfection, and thus there was no point in their existence any longer. However, as expected, the denizens of Hell took advantage of this mass Chaos and offered humanity a way to survive; to unleash the powers of hellfire and Lucifer upon the very angels that had betrayed their trust. Without pause they accepted the offer, for they could not fend off the holy powers on their own, and the world was once more covered in this apocalyptic clash of Heaven and Hell.
True to nature, this world-wide war lasted for eons, and over time "true" humanity slowly died out. The only traces of such left were half-breeds like Jack, neither of one race or another, and in disgust both half-demons and half angels were cast out and left for dead. These halflings eventually gathered together and sought out the last remnants of true humanity, the last pure traces of humankind, in order to protect them so that when this terrible battle was finally over, the world could be rebuilt anew with them. Alas, it was no easy a feat, and soon the halflings found themselves confronting both supernatural sides in their goal.
Jack Strickland was a soldier in this war, a "Sweeper"; one who would seek out and protect. He was trained in the art of war by the other halflings, but before he could truly make an impact upon the battle he was swept away into Althanas by a demon, cast into a portal and ending up in this strange land.
Having been here for a year now, he no longer seeks a way back.
Age: 34
Race: Half-angel.
Hair Color: Gunpowder black with streaks of iron-gray in it and decorating the tips.
Eye Color: Metallic silver, almost like mercury.
Height: Six feet exactly.
Weight: 180 lbs w/out wings, 200 with them.
Occupation: None at the moment.
Personality: If you had to describe Jack in one word, it would be "weary". To the average observer, he seems to move along with a slouch and a shuffle, his face stoic as he observes the world around him. Whenever he speaks it is slow and deliberate, as if afraid of misinterpretation. While he may seem cold to others sometimes, he has a weakness towards women and children that often gets him hurt when he faces both in combat. Chivalrous but quiet, he completely fits the stereotype of the lone hero. Even in battle he prefers to use his head over his instincts, even if they tend to save his life more often than not. Despite his solo persona, he is quick to anger and is easily taunted into making mistakes, and the fact that he isn't completely human makes him somewhat cocky.
Appearance: (Here. (http://media.photobucket.com/image/day%20of%20disaster/star_stockpb/45605677.jpg))Even though he stands easily at six feet, is heavily muscled and broad shouldered, he tends to slump easily, making him look smaller than he actually is. He has thick black hair that is streaked through to the tips by a strange gray that makes him seem older than he actually is, and a thin beard lines his jawline and chin. His face is dispassionate and hard, usually set in a glare or a scowl, although a smile may grace it from time to time. His wardrobe of choice consists of usually dark gray shirts that are tight against his frame and blue jeans, although he also has a couple jackets as well. The last memorable thing about him is a single angelic sigil inscribed on the back of his neck. When people ask him what it says, he doesn't know, for he hadn't even known about it in the first place until someone pointed it out.
Skills:
Passive Abilities
Fisticuffs: Jack is above average at hand to hand combat and is a natural brawler due to both his build and his ability to endure pain.
Knife Fighter: He is currently average with knife-class weapons, including throwing ones, and can hit a target reasonably well up to 15 feet away. Any farther, or if said target is moving at high speeds, and those chances fall from rare to nil.
A Hardened Body, A Hardened Mind: Whether due to his angelic ancestry or his own physical training he doesn't know, but Jack's body has strengthened to the point where he can lift up to 150 lbs with both hands, and 50 lbs with one hand. (1.5x stronger.) His body can also move at higher speeds than normal (up to 10 or 11 mph at top speed) and his reflexes are faster as well (1.5x). But not only has his body been strengthened; his mind has as well. He is able to resist pain, extreme or not, for up to 2 to 3 minutes. He still feels it but it does not cripple his body.
Active Abilities
Flight: By calling upon his angelic ancestry, at any time Jack can sprout two wings from his back, and use them to lift off into the sky. However, he is unused to them as he has just discovered this ability, and has yet to master them. At the moment his average flight speed is about his running speed, but he can double that for a short period of time (about ten minutes or so). Even so, he cannot fly forever and soon tires after about an hour or so of straight flying, whereupon he must rest to recover his strength.
IN COMBAT: As stated before, he is unused to his wings and cannot maneuver expertly with them. Sharp turns and evades escape the man at the moment, usually making his large, feathery wings more of a liability than an asset. He usually calls upon them if he needs to escape or in times of direst need.
The wings themselves are each a good five feet long, with three foot feathers like a bird's. They are the same color as his hair, black with streaks of gray and white here and there at the tips. He can recall these wings at anytime as well.
Equipment:
+ A set of steel knuckles with crosses engraved upon each "knuckle".
+ A soldier's combat knife, also made out of steel; the blade is about half a foot long.
+ Three iron throwing daggers.
+ A lighter with a sticker of some women in flames upon it and a pack of cigarettes; Marlboro.
History: Jack Strickland came from Earth. However, it is not an Earth that you and I know; it is an Earth torn and ravaged by war. Set upon by a sudden apocalypse started not by the creatures of Hell but by Heaven itself, the inhabitants of the planet suddenly found themselves besieged by the very beings they prayed to. This mass genocide of humanity was brought upon by the Savior Himself, as he viewed humankind as beings unable to ever achieve what he viewed as perfection, and thus there was no point in their existence any longer. However, as expected, the denizens of Hell took advantage of this mass Chaos and offered humanity a way to survive; to unleash the powers of hellfire and Lucifer upon the very angels that had betrayed their trust. Without pause they accepted the offer, for they could not fend off the holy powers on their own, and the world was once more covered in this apocalyptic clash of Heaven and Hell.
True to nature, this world-wide war lasted for eons, and over time "true" humanity slowly died out. The only traces of such left were half-breeds like Jack, neither of one race or another, and in disgust both half-demons and half angels were cast out and left for dead. These halflings eventually gathered together and sought out the last remnants of true humanity, the last pure traces of humankind, in order to protect them so that when this terrible battle was finally over, the world could be rebuilt anew with them. Alas, it was no easy a feat, and soon the halflings found themselves confronting both supernatural sides in their goal.
Jack Strickland was a soldier in this war, a "Sweeper"; one who would seek out and protect. He was trained in the art of war by the other halflings, but before he could truly make an impact upon the battle he was swept away into Althanas by a demon, cast into a portal and ending up in this strange land.
Having been here for a year now, he no longer seeks a way back.