Bohemia
04-20-06, 10:00 PM
((Reincarnating from Decepticon Chicken. That gives me, I beleive, 6992 exp.))
Name: Jon Gosnell, though after time, he realized that with a new life, he should have a new name to go by. With a preference for his first name, Jon chose to rename himself Jonathon King, ridding himself of his odd last name.
Age: 19
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 224 lbs
Hair Color: Jon dyed it black just before his death on earth, and when he was reincarnated here, it strangely became his natural hair color.
Eye Color: Hazel (Green with brown spots)
Occupation: Wanderer, struggling through life, usually thwarted by his own dumb luck and ocassional spells of "stupid".
Appearance:
Jon is tall, unduly tall, taller than most of the other people his age. It's something to gripe about though, than be proud about; with his clumsiness, he's constantly banging his head into things. Despite the relative scarcety of barbers in this world, a thing he's grudgingly noticed, he keeps his hair presentable and short, normally trimming the sides and back, keeping the top and bangs long. On the left side of his face, run a pair of moderately long scars, close to his eye.
His wardrobe is almost always as follows: a pair of greyish denim pants with a black studded leather belt, a pair of black sneakers with black laces, a darkish teal colored t-shirt over a white t-shirt, and a black hooded sweatshirt. He also owns a dark colored leather jacket, with a patch at the back of his waist that reads "Revenge" in capital letters, and a pair of black utility boots, but he doesn't usually wear them unless he knows there's going to be a fight at hand. Lately, he's taken to white collared shirts when he feels like it, untucked from his jeans and kept free and loose. It gives him a bit of a mature look, something he desperately needs.
Personality:
Jon fits the description of "Those Damned Kids Nowadays" pretty well. He's lazy and works only when he feels properly motivated or if the outcome favors him in some way. He goes to great and ridiculous lengths to impress girls, and has a horrifically foul mouth. He's got a penchant for saying some bizarre things, and often says them just at the worst possible time. Bad luck seems to be his middle name, drawn into the most outlandish shit possible, but if ignorance is bliss, Jon's probably the happiest man on Althanas. Over the past year, he's started to come a bit to his own maturity, Jon's a little more polite around women, though that's not saying much. At nineteen, when he'd first come to the land, he'd often simply leap behind some bushes when the enemy charged, but recently, he's shown a level of courage not known of him beforehand. While it took time, Jon soon shucked the subconscious, youthful belief that nothing could hurt him, though not before several very stupid near death experiences. Because of this, Jon is constantly jumping to the aid of others, for any reason at all.
Jon has a deep rooted hate for child abusers, and men that take advantage of women, thanks largely in part to his stepfather. He takes such issues serious, and is one of the only times his moronic humor isn't used.
Weapons:
Fighting Staff, "The Guide"* - A sturdy, six foot long fighting staff made of the grayish colored wood, trakym. The staff is nice and light, and well balanced, one of the ones Garen used as a boy. It has a pair of steel caps at either end, partially for decoration, but also to add punch to strikes.
Combat Staff, "Punishment"* - A five foot staff made of dehlar, Jon took this from a robber while defending an inn from marauders. Particularly heavy, the staff is studded minutely at either end, to increase damage from blows. Aside from this, Jon wouldn't have had any reason to name it as he did, but upon twisting the staff, a foot long, wickedly serrated blade extends from both ends of the staff, able to deal painful, deep tissue wounds. The shaft is painted a glossy black, and is testured to increase grip.
Knives (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/i_heart_roisin_dubh/Daggers_Peace_Keeper_II_Stainless_1.jpg), "The Peacekeepers (Or Peacemakers, Jon calls them both)" - A set of four iron knives with rubberized, flattened hilts to increase grip. These are hidden in various places about his person, usually not in the same place as the day before. Usually used for throwing, or finishing off an enemy, as he has little skill in the use of them.
((*Can only carry one staff at once, and usually chooses The Guide, considering Punishment's weight.))
Skills:
Staff Fighting - After being injured by a pack of marauding goblins in the Peaceful Promenade, Jon and another were taken into the care of of an old man named Garen. After a show of his skills, Jon pleaded Garen to take him under his wing. While Jon shows skill in the use of a staff, he doesn't have the balance or finesse to truly be a threat, he knows enough of the basics to be able to attack and defend himself. With time and experiance, comes confidence in one's abilities. Jon has finally gained some level of balance and grace, and weilding Punishment, a heavy metal staff, has increased his strength, to the point were blows could break bones if struck right. His movements actually have some flow to them, and his skill currently stands at an advanced ability. His skill with staves could easily be translated into polearms as well at this time, most specifically the spear.
Knife Throwing - Jon has been practicing with throwing knives for a few months now. However, he has little accuracy, and is usally found cussing relentlessly at his practice targets. However, with some time, he'll probably get the hang of it. Jon's hands have become a little more steady over the past two years, and he's learned to take his time and concentrate before throwing, unlike every time before hand. Jon can actually hit a target accurately at sixteen twenty, but any farther, and his accuracy suffers.
Acrobatics - Over the years, Jon has picked up on an unprecedented (in his clutzy family, that is) ability to bend and flex certain parts of his body as though he were double jointed. He only learned to do this (Of which he grudgingly admits), because the first year of his time on Althanas he was lousy with his staff and had to dodge quite a few possibly fatal blows. Jon is quick enough to dodge most blows from moderate to heavy weaponry, though he has trouble against lighter things, and jump up to a level equal to his height. Unfortunately, clutziness constantly plagues him and he continues to trip over his own feet at times.
Knife Fighting - In conjuction with throwing them, Jon has been practicing with pairs of knives for close quarters combat. While his movements are swift and sure, his inherent gracelessness usually sees him with bandages peppering his hands and arms at the end of the day. Currently, he has an average ability with the knives.
Lechery - Love him or hate him for it, at the moment, Jon is best known for his lechery. As a famous comedian once said, "Every pair of breasts look the same, but for a guy, you still want to see them," and for Jon, that rings true. Before hand, he'd get slapped a lot, but the girls here seem to react in a different way to his natural boyish perversion. Instead of a hand across the face, he gets giggles or the like, and at the most, feigned and ridiculous threats that won't be carried out. Maybe it's something about the simple way he sees life...
Origin:
Jon Gosnell was born at eight minutes past one o' clock, PM, on March 18, 1987, in Greenville, Pennsylvania to a very young mother and no father. It was a rather plain day, no monumental storms or brilliant sunshine, which may have contracted from the very joy of his birth. Taken in the loving yet soon to be mostly absent arms of his mother, Jon was taken to the small village of Atlantic, mostly populated by Menonites, where his life was to begin.
Still young, his mother took off to party with her firends, which left his grandparents to raise him. They instilled in his propper manners, ettiquette, never to punch a girl, respect your elders, good moral fibers for a young man. It's still not exactly known where he put all these lessons.
During Kindergarten, struck another child over the head with a rolling pin, not knowing any better. He may have gotten in trouble for it later, but at the moment, he thought it was the funniest thing ever. This, and the steady diet of junk food and horror movies his mother fed him attributed to the strange young man he is today.
Life was quiet and sleepy and boring in Atlantic, until at eleven, his mother met a 'hero', a loud mouthed, bad mannered idiot named Dave Ash, and promptly moved the two in. Over the next eight years, depression and hate for Dave set in turning him into what he is at eighteen; a young man already with a taste for alcohol and just beginning to smoke. A week after his last birthday, he gave his 'stepfather' a fond f*ck you and moved back in with his grandparents.
And one night on the streets of Greenville, his life on Earth was done.
Stumbling across the street, hazy
The peircing shriek of horn and tire
A few tons of metal, crushing bone, thrown to the ground in a mess of blood
Lulled to sleep by the ambulance sirens
The paramedics milling around like curious ghosts
And goddamn was the
asphalt hot
or
what?!
Sleep and something infinitely more final took him, washing away the pain that lay in legs he couldn't move any longer. The slumber was long, he was sure of that, but he wasn't positive of the true flow of time. How many hours? Days? Weeks? Years?!
And then suddenly his eyes opened, and he realized that he felt fine. He climbed to his feet, rubbing at his grainy eyes, and yawned. He was in a forest somewhere, and he had been sleeping next to a crystal clear pond.
Was this...heaven?
No, or else right now, he'd be in the process of a massage by a bunch of beautiful, naked women.
With big boobs.
Obviously.
So groggy from his very strange sleep, and even stranger, not asking any questions as to why he was still alive, Jon Gosnell wandered out of Concordia Forest, to Radasanth.
Jon wandered Althanas for the most of his time, usually drunk, trying to start parties. Unfortunately, nobody could understand what the hell he was talking about. His luck changed at The Peaceful Promenade, where he started up one hell of a party, that was unfortunately interrupted by a pack of goblins. Completely drunk out of his gourd, Jon fought with them for interrupting his performance, but was soon injured and rendered unconscious.
When he awoke, he found himself in the house of an old man and his two daughters, along with another who had been injured in the attack. During their six month stay, Jon learned how to use a staff under the tutelage of Garen, and July, the other wounded man, did what he could to investigate the strangely behaving goblins. At Garen's urging, the two visited a nearby mystic, who informed him that Unpak, The King of Goblins, had been possessed by a demon, and was directing his minions to kill. The two quickly left to go to Alerar, to try and stop the danger.
However, they made a stop in Corone, where Jon took a ferry to Raiaera to learn a bit of magic at Istien University. When he returned, Jon stepped into a suspiciously different Corone, July no where in sight.
After a few months waiting in Radasanth, Jon finally accepted that July wasn't coming back. Knowing that he couldn't kill any kind of king, even of goblin origin, Jon set out into Althanas, away from Corone, noticing the growing numbers of strange attacks from the goblins, desperately trying to increase his ability with his staff. Of course, this lead to a number of injuries, mainly inflicted upon himeslf, as he bumbled into every type of "rescue" that he could, attempting to save kidnap victims or even those suddenly assailed by bandits on the forest highways. Constantly however, he'd be thwarted by some knight in shining armor, or some anti-hero in a black overcoat carrying a katana. Jon affectionately began to refer to these people as "complete and utter douchebags" despite the fact that without their interference, he'd have gotten everyone killed.
In time though, his abilities became a bit more polished. It didn't take him long after this to realize the horrific flaws in his staff fighting, and he began to correct them. For a period of six months, Jon vanished into the mountains, intent on focusing on his balance and precision. He succeeded, to some extent, and was also attacked by a bear that he poked with a knife while it was content in slumber. He soon had a chance to show what he'd learned in a pub in Underwood, which fell under the assault of marauders, intent on robbing everyone in the establishment of everything they owned. He quickly acted, and with the aid of a young fifteen year old boy, setting out into the world with his father's old sword, dispatched the robbers and in turn, robbed them when eyes were reverted, taking a metal staff for his own that he named Punishment.
While it's been a tough two years on Jon, it's been quite productive as well, in his eyes. Curiously, the goblin attacks have all but died down, but they say it's always calm before the storm...
Name: Jon Gosnell, though after time, he realized that with a new life, he should have a new name to go by. With a preference for his first name, Jon chose to rename himself Jonathon King, ridding himself of his odd last name.
Age: 19
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 224 lbs
Hair Color: Jon dyed it black just before his death on earth, and when he was reincarnated here, it strangely became his natural hair color.
Eye Color: Hazel (Green with brown spots)
Occupation: Wanderer, struggling through life, usually thwarted by his own dumb luck and ocassional spells of "stupid".
Appearance:
Jon is tall, unduly tall, taller than most of the other people his age. It's something to gripe about though, than be proud about; with his clumsiness, he's constantly banging his head into things. Despite the relative scarcety of barbers in this world, a thing he's grudgingly noticed, he keeps his hair presentable and short, normally trimming the sides and back, keeping the top and bangs long. On the left side of his face, run a pair of moderately long scars, close to his eye.
His wardrobe is almost always as follows: a pair of greyish denim pants with a black studded leather belt, a pair of black sneakers with black laces, a darkish teal colored t-shirt over a white t-shirt, and a black hooded sweatshirt. He also owns a dark colored leather jacket, with a patch at the back of his waist that reads "Revenge" in capital letters, and a pair of black utility boots, but he doesn't usually wear them unless he knows there's going to be a fight at hand. Lately, he's taken to white collared shirts when he feels like it, untucked from his jeans and kept free and loose. It gives him a bit of a mature look, something he desperately needs.
Personality:
Jon fits the description of "Those Damned Kids Nowadays" pretty well. He's lazy and works only when he feels properly motivated or if the outcome favors him in some way. He goes to great and ridiculous lengths to impress girls, and has a horrifically foul mouth. He's got a penchant for saying some bizarre things, and often says them just at the worst possible time. Bad luck seems to be his middle name, drawn into the most outlandish shit possible, but if ignorance is bliss, Jon's probably the happiest man on Althanas. Over the past year, he's started to come a bit to his own maturity, Jon's a little more polite around women, though that's not saying much. At nineteen, when he'd first come to the land, he'd often simply leap behind some bushes when the enemy charged, but recently, he's shown a level of courage not known of him beforehand. While it took time, Jon soon shucked the subconscious, youthful belief that nothing could hurt him, though not before several very stupid near death experiences. Because of this, Jon is constantly jumping to the aid of others, for any reason at all.
Jon has a deep rooted hate for child abusers, and men that take advantage of women, thanks largely in part to his stepfather. He takes such issues serious, and is one of the only times his moronic humor isn't used.
Weapons:
Fighting Staff, "The Guide"* - A sturdy, six foot long fighting staff made of the grayish colored wood, trakym. The staff is nice and light, and well balanced, one of the ones Garen used as a boy. It has a pair of steel caps at either end, partially for decoration, but also to add punch to strikes.
Combat Staff, "Punishment"* - A five foot staff made of dehlar, Jon took this from a robber while defending an inn from marauders. Particularly heavy, the staff is studded minutely at either end, to increase damage from blows. Aside from this, Jon wouldn't have had any reason to name it as he did, but upon twisting the staff, a foot long, wickedly serrated blade extends from both ends of the staff, able to deal painful, deep tissue wounds. The shaft is painted a glossy black, and is testured to increase grip.
Knives (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/i_heart_roisin_dubh/Daggers_Peace_Keeper_II_Stainless_1.jpg), "The Peacekeepers (Or Peacemakers, Jon calls them both)" - A set of four iron knives with rubberized, flattened hilts to increase grip. These are hidden in various places about his person, usually not in the same place as the day before. Usually used for throwing, or finishing off an enemy, as he has little skill in the use of them.
((*Can only carry one staff at once, and usually chooses The Guide, considering Punishment's weight.))
Skills:
Staff Fighting - After being injured by a pack of marauding goblins in the Peaceful Promenade, Jon and another were taken into the care of of an old man named Garen. After a show of his skills, Jon pleaded Garen to take him under his wing. While Jon shows skill in the use of a staff, he doesn't have the balance or finesse to truly be a threat, he knows enough of the basics to be able to attack and defend himself. With time and experiance, comes confidence in one's abilities. Jon has finally gained some level of balance and grace, and weilding Punishment, a heavy metal staff, has increased his strength, to the point were blows could break bones if struck right. His movements actually have some flow to them, and his skill currently stands at an advanced ability. His skill with staves could easily be translated into polearms as well at this time, most specifically the spear.
Knife Throwing - Jon has been practicing with throwing knives for a few months now. However, he has little accuracy, and is usally found cussing relentlessly at his practice targets. However, with some time, he'll probably get the hang of it. Jon's hands have become a little more steady over the past two years, and he's learned to take his time and concentrate before throwing, unlike every time before hand. Jon can actually hit a target accurately at sixteen twenty, but any farther, and his accuracy suffers.
Acrobatics - Over the years, Jon has picked up on an unprecedented (in his clutzy family, that is) ability to bend and flex certain parts of his body as though he were double jointed. He only learned to do this (Of which he grudgingly admits), because the first year of his time on Althanas he was lousy with his staff and had to dodge quite a few possibly fatal blows. Jon is quick enough to dodge most blows from moderate to heavy weaponry, though he has trouble against lighter things, and jump up to a level equal to his height. Unfortunately, clutziness constantly plagues him and he continues to trip over his own feet at times.
Knife Fighting - In conjuction with throwing them, Jon has been practicing with pairs of knives for close quarters combat. While his movements are swift and sure, his inherent gracelessness usually sees him with bandages peppering his hands and arms at the end of the day. Currently, he has an average ability with the knives.
Lechery - Love him or hate him for it, at the moment, Jon is best known for his lechery. As a famous comedian once said, "Every pair of breasts look the same, but for a guy, you still want to see them," and for Jon, that rings true. Before hand, he'd get slapped a lot, but the girls here seem to react in a different way to his natural boyish perversion. Instead of a hand across the face, he gets giggles or the like, and at the most, feigned and ridiculous threats that won't be carried out. Maybe it's something about the simple way he sees life...
Origin:
Jon Gosnell was born at eight minutes past one o' clock, PM, on March 18, 1987, in Greenville, Pennsylvania to a very young mother and no father. It was a rather plain day, no monumental storms or brilliant sunshine, which may have contracted from the very joy of his birth. Taken in the loving yet soon to be mostly absent arms of his mother, Jon was taken to the small village of Atlantic, mostly populated by Menonites, where his life was to begin.
Still young, his mother took off to party with her firends, which left his grandparents to raise him. They instilled in his propper manners, ettiquette, never to punch a girl, respect your elders, good moral fibers for a young man. It's still not exactly known where he put all these lessons.
During Kindergarten, struck another child over the head with a rolling pin, not knowing any better. He may have gotten in trouble for it later, but at the moment, he thought it was the funniest thing ever. This, and the steady diet of junk food and horror movies his mother fed him attributed to the strange young man he is today.
Life was quiet and sleepy and boring in Atlantic, until at eleven, his mother met a 'hero', a loud mouthed, bad mannered idiot named Dave Ash, and promptly moved the two in. Over the next eight years, depression and hate for Dave set in turning him into what he is at eighteen; a young man already with a taste for alcohol and just beginning to smoke. A week after his last birthday, he gave his 'stepfather' a fond f*ck you and moved back in with his grandparents.
And one night on the streets of Greenville, his life on Earth was done.
Stumbling across the street, hazy
The peircing shriek of horn and tire
A few tons of metal, crushing bone, thrown to the ground in a mess of blood
Lulled to sleep by the ambulance sirens
The paramedics milling around like curious ghosts
And goddamn was the
asphalt hot
or
what?!
Sleep and something infinitely more final took him, washing away the pain that lay in legs he couldn't move any longer. The slumber was long, he was sure of that, but he wasn't positive of the true flow of time. How many hours? Days? Weeks? Years?!
And then suddenly his eyes opened, and he realized that he felt fine. He climbed to his feet, rubbing at his grainy eyes, and yawned. He was in a forest somewhere, and he had been sleeping next to a crystal clear pond.
Was this...heaven?
No, or else right now, he'd be in the process of a massage by a bunch of beautiful, naked women.
With big boobs.
Obviously.
So groggy from his very strange sleep, and even stranger, not asking any questions as to why he was still alive, Jon Gosnell wandered out of Concordia Forest, to Radasanth.
Jon wandered Althanas for the most of his time, usually drunk, trying to start parties. Unfortunately, nobody could understand what the hell he was talking about. His luck changed at The Peaceful Promenade, where he started up one hell of a party, that was unfortunately interrupted by a pack of goblins. Completely drunk out of his gourd, Jon fought with them for interrupting his performance, but was soon injured and rendered unconscious.
When he awoke, he found himself in the house of an old man and his two daughters, along with another who had been injured in the attack. During their six month stay, Jon learned how to use a staff under the tutelage of Garen, and July, the other wounded man, did what he could to investigate the strangely behaving goblins. At Garen's urging, the two visited a nearby mystic, who informed him that Unpak, The King of Goblins, had been possessed by a demon, and was directing his minions to kill. The two quickly left to go to Alerar, to try and stop the danger.
However, they made a stop in Corone, where Jon took a ferry to Raiaera to learn a bit of magic at Istien University. When he returned, Jon stepped into a suspiciously different Corone, July no where in sight.
After a few months waiting in Radasanth, Jon finally accepted that July wasn't coming back. Knowing that he couldn't kill any kind of king, even of goblin origin, Jon set out into Althanas, away from Corone, noticing the growing numbers of strange attacks from the goblins, desperately trying to increase his ability with his staff. Of course, this lead to a number of injuries, mainly inflicted upon himeslf, as he bumbled into every type of "rescue" that he could, attempting to save kidnap victims or even those suddenly assailed by bandits on the forest highways. Constantly however, he'd be thwarted by some knight in shining armor, or some anti-hero in a black overcoat carrying a katana. Jon affectionately began to refer to these people as "complete and utter douchebags" despite the fact that without their interference, he'd have gotten everyone killed.
In time though, his abilities became a bit more polished. It didn't take him long after this to realize the horrific flaws in his staff fighting, and he began to correct them. For a period of six months, Jon vanished into the mountains, intent on focusing on his balance and precision. He succeeded, to some extent, and was also attacked by a bear that he poked with a knife while it was content in slumber. He soon had a chance to show what he'd learned in a pub in Underwood, which fell under the assault of marauders, intent on robbing everyone in the establishment of everything they owned. He quickly acted, and with the aid of a young fifteen year old boy, setting out into the world with his father's old sword, dispatched the robbers and in turn, robbed them when eyes were reverted, taking a metal staff for his own that he named Punishment.
While it's been a tough two years on Jon, it's been quite productive as well, in his eyes. Curiously, the goblin attacks have all but died down, but they say it's always calm before the storm...