Diligo Contemno
11-03-06, 02:33 AM
Name: Jonathon Azris King
Age: 20
Race: Human (Lycanthrope)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark hazel
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 193 lbs.
Occupation: Whatever happens to be most convenient at the time of application; bartender, mercenary, farm hand, bodyguard, merchant's assistant, etcetera.
Personality: Jonathon King is a rare sort; it is highly uncommon that he's found in any form of a bad mood, because despite his current life's status, he has nothing to complain about. He has all that could make him happy; his freedom and his feet on the road. Therefore, it is of little surprise to discover his particular good nature and exemplary patience. Always straightforward, he finds no use in sarcasm or cynicism. Unlike most, Jonathon sees no clear cut paths that the Gods or fate or destiny or what have you have placed down before us. He prefers to follow his own, following what he beleives is right. Obviously, this makes him a straight atheist, though he readily accepts there are some things he can't easily explain. And like any other man, Jonathon suffers his faults. He's rather quite lazy, and has developed an addictive personality over the years , smoking plenty for himself and suffering from a glaring gambling problem.
Appearance: Jonathon is tall with a slender build, set apart from the masses with some of his more notable feautures. The most obvious of these a certain change from the usual styles, Jon shaves down the sides of his head and his sideburns, to acheive the style known as a mohawk, and two long scars trail down the left side of his face, close to his eye (the wound given to him by the snow wolf. His Trath inheritance has given him a carmel colored complexion, something that sets him apart in Salvic or Coronian crowd. Usually his face is set in a good natured smile, no matter how faint or strong. Jonathon finds a preference for black slacks and white collared button down shirts, and dons a black wool coat and black scarf striped with red on colder days.
History: While Jon's family never was entirely rich, they never seemed to suffer. Even if the meals came light, and things were made to last, they never did mind, as they always had each other. They made their home on the tropical island of Trath (despite the fact that Jon's father was an archeologist, and not a fisherman or a noble), and each day passed smoothly and trouble free. The youth took to saying "No Worries" often as it applied to the way he lived his life.
Like his mother (who painted for a living), and his father, who gave into his curiosity frequently, Jon had a creative side that flourished in such a regularly carefree life. At a young age, he became enchanted by the sound of music. Played properly, it could soothe one's troubled soul, played another way, it could light a fire inside one's spirit for the times of war. His parents readily encouraged his interest, and by the time he was nine, he'd mastered the piano, and had turned his eyes onto something a bit more mobile; the guitar.
The next year became a busy one; the guitar was a bit more difficult to grasp, and his mother gave birth to her second child, a beautiful baby girl she named Ellris. Life didn't change, but the young boy was inseparable from his little sister when not reading chords. Despite their life, Jonayhon wasn't a fool; he knew the kind of men the world tended to produce. The type, dark and twisted by years of oppression and the like, seeking out forbidden pleasures of the flesh. By the time he was twelve, Jonathon could play a number of songs on the guitar, and while still struggling, had all but mastered it. In that year as well, he approached an old retired soldier on Trath and asked him to train him in the way of the sword. Already beginning to grow, the former soldier saw that the boy was going to be quite strong and able, and accepted him as a pupil.
Training was rigirous, sparring with wooden swords, running up flights of stairs while carrying buckets of water over his shoulders, sprints down and back an old road, not often used. He barely had time for his music, or to spend with Elly, but he didn't care much; he'd become strong to protect her from the evils of the world.
His father even asked him to accompany him on a trip into Salvar after he showed some interest in the barbarian ruins there. It was in the snows that Jonathon stumbled across the first thing that would change his life. After the final day of the second week into the excavation, Jonathon wandered off about a mile into the Salvic wilderness, at first confident in himself, but in time, realizing that he'd become hopelessly lost. His body wasn't at all used to the cold, and he settled down in a cave to hope at least to fall asleep peacefully before he died. But as he nodded off, he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. He began to panick, then realized how stiff his joints were with the cold, and reserved hiumself to death. By morning, his savior, an odd white wolf, had drug him back into camp and vanished as the sun brightened the chilly horizon. Days afterward, Jonathon began to notice strange changes in his body that he hid from his father, even after he'd returned home to Trath. Even with his attempts to lose himself in his sword training, they noticed many a new change in his personality; he abandoned the music he'd loved so much, and became quite a bit more soft spoken.
In all his rush, he forgot about his mother.
Years ago, before Jonathon was born, his mother had been seeing two men at once, with their knowledge of course; his present day father, and the man who was now their neighbor, who went by the name of Erebus. Eventually, it came time to choose between Jon's father and Erebus, and despite Erebus' bad boy reputation, she chose his father, a kind, sweet man with plans for the future. Of course, Erebus never forgot it.
One particularly sunny day on Trath, when Jonathon was at the blooming age of fifteen, he came home to find his front door splintered in. In the living room lay a macabre mess; his mother, stripped naked with scraps of her clothes still left, on her side with a jet of blood spilt from her cut throat. Erebus had forgotten about Jonathon, the only reason he'd worked up the guts to finally do this was because Jonathon's father was off in some city, digging up pots the Haidian Demons had left behind.
Jonathon caught the twisted man struggling with Elly's locked door, intent to get in. He had retreived an old saber of elven design that his father had brought back from a dig, and with hesitation, disemboweled Erebus as he turned to confront him. Still hanging onto life, Erebus struggled to shout and scream or to even stop him as Jonathon repeateadly stomped on his skull, eventually caving it in.
There were no charges of murder brought up on Jonathon, as it was ruled he'd attacked Erebus out of self defense. Somehow, Erebus hadn't died, but the next few months that he spent in the hospital, he was one ugly bastard. After two months had passed, and Jon's father had quickly returned at the news of his wife, Jonathon gave Erebus a simle as he fell from an oak with a rope looped around his neck.
No amount of reassurance could save his father. The man fell into deep depression, and Jonathon found him a month or so later, hanging from the maple tree in the back yard. Seventeen, the boy packed Elly's bags with what she had come to call her own and sent her off to a nunnery, before returning home to take his father's body down. He left the place he'd called home for so long, struggling to push away the ghosts of his heart.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - Jon is average in his ability with a sword, and has a preference for rapiers, or long swords.
Abilities:
Lycanthropy - Jonathon was infected with the rare disease known as lycanthropy by a snow wolf in Salvar, giving him strengths and equal weaknesses. The most notable is a so called "immortality". Due to the presence of the lycanthropy in his blood, Jonathon will no longer physically age, remaining visibly young for quite some time. In addition, Jonathon's eyes have a much easier time seeing in the dark; while he cannot see perfectly, he can function much easier than any normal human being. However, having been bitten by the Salvic strain has given him an aversion to heat, and is highly susceptible to fire magics. Finally, the most talked about aspect of lycanthropy, the wolfen form, continues to elude him, in terms of it's full form.
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\_ Wolfen Form (30%) - Thus far, Jonathon has only been able to access a miniscule transformation. When in this state, his hair regrows and reaches down to his shoulderblades, and his cheekbones begin to shift to accomdate for a wolven snout that cannot be acheived just yet (though it keeps a human appearance). His eyes shift from it's dark hazel to a reflective yellow, and his hair's color bleeds away to a silver. Nails harden slightly, elongate, and sharpen into suitable claws, and his canine notably grow and gain more of an edge. In this form, Jonathon enjoys a minor boost in strength (An additional 1/3 more than his usual), as well as a minor boost in speed (An additional 1/2 more than his usual).
Magic:
Water Magic - A gift of his childhood in Trath, Jonathon has the ability to manipulate pre-existing water in many ways, though can only control small forms of it at one time, an amount equal to half his body weight. This also includes water based liquids, such as alcohol. One of his most notable abilities in the scope of water magic is to alter water's form to a gaseous state and create a light mist, but since water has no true form and is constantly in a liquid state, he struggles with it, and is rather inexperienced. He has only an average skill with water.
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\_ Ice Magic - A branch of his water magic, which came at a later age, Jonathon has the ability to not only manipulate pre-existing ice, but produce it as well, often making his skin cold to the touch. Unlike most mages, Jonathon cannot create ice thick or hard enough to equal even the weakest of metals, which means his is ice's natural form, brittle and weak to even an iron chestplate, but can be plenty sharp enoough to peirce a man's skin. Furthermore, this ability can be activated by both touch and sight, meaning that he can frost over the surface of a table either by placing his hand on it, or by simply looking at it, though ocular manipulation is a touch more difficult to control. Since Ice has a constant form, Jonathon has an easier time using it, and has above average skill in it's use.
Equipment:
Swordcane - Jonathon chose this as his primary weapon, enjoying it's practical and secondary uses. For a time after leaving Trath, he began to have bad leg cramps, and he needed a cane to walk. However, this would also weigh him down, as he'd need a sword...but he managed to find something to eliminate both problems. The shaft and knob of the cane is made of a rich, strong wood known as Cocobolo, and upon pressing a button beneath the knob, the cane seperates, revealing a well tempered steel blade.
Sword Umbrella - Perhaps considered a touch too ridiuclous by most swordsmen, or even a gag among young teenagers, Jon found use in it after he was caught in a terrible storm in Corone and suffered from a near month long cold. The umbrella's body is constructed of canvas, blackened cocobolo, and oak for the more intricate mechanisms. Upon pressing a button on it's long handle, a person can draw a long iron blade. An additional button nearby locks the umbrella and keeps it from accidentally opening in homes and incurring bad luck.
Age: 20
Race: Human (Lycanthrope)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark hazel
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 193 lbs.
Occupation: Whatever happens to be most convenient at the time of application; bartender, mercenary, farm hand, bodyguard, merchant's assistant, etcetera.
Personality: Jonathon King is a rare sort; it is highly uncommon that he's found in any form of a bad mood, because despite his current life's status, he has nothing to complain about. He has all that could make him happy; his freedom and his feet on the road. Therefore, it is of little surprise to discover his particular good nature and exemplary patience. Always straightforward, he finds no use in sarcasm or cynicism. Unlike most, Jonathon sees no clear cut paths that the Gods or fate or destiny or what have you have placed down before us. He prefers to follow his own, following what he beleives is right. Obviously, this makes him a straight atheist, though he readily accepts there are some things he can't easily explain. And like any other man, Jonathon suffers his faults. He's rather quite lazy, and has developed an addictive personality over the years , smoking plenty for himself and suffering from a glaring gambling problem.
Appearance: Jonathon is tall with a slender build, set apart from the masses with some of his more notable feautures. The most obvious of these a certain change from the usual styles, Jon shaves down the sides of his head and his sideburns, to acheive the style known as a mohawk, and two long scars trail down the left side of his face, close to his eye (the wound given to him by the snow wolf. His Trath inheritance has given him a carmel colored complexion, something that sets him apart in Salvic or Coronian crowd. Usually his face is set in a good natured smile, no matter how faint or strong. Jonathon finds a preference for black slacks and white collared button down shirts, and dons a black wool coat and black scarf striped with red on colder days.
History: While Jon's family never was entirely rich, they never seemed to suffer. Even if the meals came light, and things were made to last, they never did mind, as they always had each other. They made their home on the tropical island of Trath (despite the fact that Jon's father was an archeologist, and not a fisherman or a noble), and each day passed smoothly and trouble free. The youth took to saying "No Worries" often as it applied to the way he lived his life.
Like his mother (who painted for a living), and his father, who gave into his curiosity frequently, Jon had a creative side that flourished in such a regularly carefree life. At a young age, he became enchanted by the sound of music. Played properly, it could soothe one's troubled soul, played another way, it could light a fire inside one's spirit for the times of war. His parents readily encouraged his interest, and by the time he was nine, he'd mastered the piano, and had turned his eyes onto something a bit more mobile; the guitar.
The next year became a busy one; the guitar was a bit more difficult to grasp, and his mother gave birth to her second child, a beautiful baby girl she named Ellris. Life didn't change, but the young boy was inseparable from his little sister when not reading chords. Despite their life, Jonayhon wasn't a fool; he knew the kind of men the world tended to produce. The type, dark and twisted by years of oppression and the like, seeking out forbidden pleasures of the flesh. By the time he was twelve, Jonathon could play a number of songs on the guitar, and while still struggling, had all but mastered it. In that year as well, he approached an old retired soldier on Trath and asked him to train him in the way of the sword. Already beginning to grow, the former soldier saw that the boy was going to be quite strong and able, and accepted him as a pupil.
Training was rigirous, sparring with wooden swords, running up flights of stairs while carrying buckets of water over his shoulders, sprints down and back an old road, not often used. He barely had time for his music, or to spend with Elly, but he didn't care much; he'd become strong to protect her from the evils of the world.
His father even asked him to accompany him on a trip into Salvar after he showed some interest in the barbarian ruins there. It was in the snows that Jonathon stumbled across the first thing that would change his life. After the final day of the second week into the excavation, Jonathon wandered off about a mile into the Salvic wilderness, at first confident in himself, but in time, realizing that he'd become hopelessly lost. His body wasn't at all used to the cold, and he settled down in a cave to hope at least to fall asleep peacefully before he died. But as he nodded off, he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. He began to panick, then realized how stiff his joints were with the cold, and reserved hiumself to death. By morning, his savior, an odd white wolf, had drug him back into camp and vanished as the sun brightened the chilly horizon. Days afterward, Jonathon began to notice strange changes in his body that he hid from his father, even after he'd returned home to Trath. Even with his attempts to lose himself in his sword training, they noticed many a new change in his personality; he abandoned the music he'd loved so much, and became quite a bit more soft spoken.
In all his rush, he forgot about his mother.
Years ago, before Jonathon was born, his mother had been seeing two men at once, with their knowledge of course; his present day father, and the man who was now their neighbor, who went by the name of Erebus. Eventually, it came time to choose between Jon's father and Erebus, and despite Erebus' bad boy reputation, she chose his father, a kind, sweet man with plans for the future. Of course, Erebus never forgot it.
One particularly sunny day on Trath, when Jonathon was at the blooming age of fifteen, he came home to find his front door splintered in. In the living room lay a macabre mess; his mother, stripped naked with scraps of her clothes still left, on her side with a jet of blood spilt from her cut throat. Erebus had forgotten about Jonathon, the only reason he'd worked up the guts to finally do this was because Jonathon's father was off in some city, digging up pots the Haidian Demons had left behind.
Jonathon caught the twisted man struggling with Elly's locked door, intent to get in. He had retreived an old saber of elven design that his father had brought back from a dig, and with hesitation, disemboweled Erebus as he turned to confront him. Still hanging onto life, Erebus struggled to shout and scream or to even stop him as Jonathon repeateadly stomped on his skull, eventually caving it in.
There were no charges of murder brought up on Jonathon, as it was ruled he'd attacked Erebus out of self defense. Somehow, Erebus hadn't died, but the next few months that he spent in the hospital, he was one ugly bastard. After two months had passed, and Jon's father had quickly returned at the news of his wife, Jonathon gave Erebus a simle as he fell from an oak with a rope looped around his neck.
No amount of reassurance could save his father. The man fell into deep depression, and Jonathon found him a month or so later, hanging from the maple tree in the back yard. Seventeen, the boy packed Elly's bags with what she had come to call her own and sent her off to a nunnery, before returning home to take his father's body down. He left the place he'd called home for so long, struggling to push away the ghosts of his heart.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - Jon is average in his ability with a sword, and has a preference for rapiers, or long swords.
Abilities:
Lycanthropy - Jonathon was infected with the rare disease known as lycanthropy by a snow wolf in Salvar, giving him strengths and equal weaknesses. The most notable is a so called "immortality". Due to the presence of the lycanthropy in his blood, Jonathon will no longer physically age, remaining visibly young for quite some time. In addition, Jonathon's eyes have a much easier time seeing in the dark; while he cannot see perfectly, he can function much easier than any normal human being. However, having been bitten by the Salvic strain has given him an aversion to heat, and is highly susceptible to fire magics. Finally, the most talked about aspect of lycanthropy, the wolfen form, continues to elude him, in terms of it's full form.
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\_ Wolfen Form (30%) - Thus far, Jonathon has only been able to access a miniscule transformation. When in this state, his hair regrows and reaches down to his shoulderblades, and his cheekbones begin to shift to accomdate for a wolven snout that cannot be acheived just yet (though it keeps a human appearance). His eyes shift from it's dark hazel to a reflective yellow, and his hair's color bleeds away to a silver. Nails harden slightly, elongate, and sharpen into suitable claws, and his canine notably grow and gain more of an edge. In this form, Jonathon enjoys a minor boost in strength (An additional 1/3 more than his usual), as well as a minor boost in speed (An additional 1/2 more than his usual).
Magic:
Water Magic - A gift of his childhood in Trath, Jonathon has the ability to manipulate pre-existing water in many ways, though can only control small forms of it at one time, an amount equal to half his body weight. This also includes water based liquids, such as alcohol. One of his most notable abilities in the scope of water magic is to alter water's form to a gaseous state and create a light mist, but since water has no true form and is constantly in a liquid state, he struggles with it, and is rather inexperienced. He has only an average skill with water.
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\_ Ice Magic - A branch of his water magic, which came at a later age, Jonathon has the ability to not only manipulate pre-existing ice, but produce it as well, often making his skin cold to the touch. Unlike most mages, Jonathon cannot create ice thick or hard enough to equal even the weakest of metals, which means his is ice's natural form, brittle and weak to even an iron chestplate, but can be plenty sharp enoough to peirce a man's skin. Furthermore, this ability can be activated by both touch and sight, meaning that he can frost over the surface of a table either by placing his hand on it, or by simply looking at it, though ocular manipulation is a touch more difficult to control. Since Ice has a constant form, Jonathon has an easier time using it, and has above average skill in it's use.
Equipment:
Swordcane - Jonathon chose this as his primary weapon, enjoying it's practical and secondary uses. For a time after leaving Trath, he began to have bad leg cramps, and he needed a cane to walk. However, this would also weigh him down, as he'd need a sword...but he managed to find something to eliminate both problems. The shaft and knob of the cane is made of a rich, strong wood known as Cocobolo, and upon pressing a button beneath the knob, the cane seperates, revealing a well tempered steel blade.
Sword Umbrella - Perhaps considered a touch too ridiuclous by most swordsmen, or even a gag among young teenagers, Jon found use in it after he was caught in a terrible storm in Corone and suffered from a near month long cold. The umbrella's body is constructed of canvas, blackened cocobolo, and oak for the more intricate mechanisms. Upon pressing a button on it's long handle, a person can draw a long iron blade. An additional button nearby locks the umbrella and keeps it from accidentally opening in homes and incurring bad luck.