Post by Killswitch on Feb 9, 2010 0:54:57 GMT -5
Your Name: Jon
Your Age: 19
Other Characters: N/A
Role-Play Type: Intermediate
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Name: Jason Tacker
Codename: Killswitch
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Status: Brotherhood
Canon: Original
Typical Wardrobe: His general clothing overall is very limited, as he tends to stick with one sort of style for any occasion. He generally wears a black sleeveless tee shirt, looking as if the sleeves had been ripped at the shoulder. His style for pants is nothing more then a pair of light blue jeans. His feet are usually covered by a dirty pair of dark black sneakers. His hands also have some sort of covering, with a pair of black fingerless gloves on his hands.
Physical Description: He stands at a respectable six feet two inches tall, with a mix between a slim and athletic build to him. He has fair skin, but it isn’t all that uncommon for that skin to be charred for a couple of days as a result of the electricity. His eye color seems to rather “fluctuate” a tad bit, as his normal color is a sort of hazel color yet while using his powers it tends to change to a sort of bright yellowish color. His hair is a sort of dirty brownish color, and the one thing that he just cannot stand about it though is that it always seems to be standing straight up in a sort of permanent set of short spikes. However; his facial hair doesn’t suffer from the whole standing up straight mess which is nice. It still retains its dirty brownish color, yet it drips down a couple of inches off of his chin.
Powers: He can shoot electricity out of any portion of his body. He has been known to cause blackouts as well when he discharges a huge chunk of energy to cause a sort of powerful EMP blast.
Personality: Around the Brotherhood he is generally known for three things. He is known for being a punk, his seemingly care free attitude that goes along with it, and for the fact that he doesn’t really work well with others.
Strengths: Outside of his powers; there really isn’t much that he can do well. Sure; he isn’t half bad when it comes to a fist fight but he isn’t a master or anything like that. He also isn’t half bad of a mechanic, or a cook for that matter either. He also knows how to play a guitar rather well. But; the one area he does seem to shine extremely well is that he is rather well known for his free running ability, or in other words his ability to get around the city on his own two feet by climbing or jumping over the various obstacles that seemingly get in his way.
Weaknesses: Probably one of his most glaring weaknesses comes in the form of water or any sort of liquid for that matter. He can drink things like water and such; but if any portion of his body comes into contact with it outside of his mouth and his insides it will cause him to short circuit and knock him out nearly instantly. Another glaring weakness comes in the form of his powers themselves, as he has to constantly drain energy from electrical devices to stay charged and not over exert himself. If he is unable to charge he generally tends to do the same thing when it comes to when he comes in contact with liquid and pass out. His metabolism has also been known to slow him down, as he has an extremely high one after doing rough stuff(such as using his powers for extended periods of time, using an EMP blast, or even charging his powers back up). This makes him have to consume a lot of food in order to keep on going at a regular speed. If he doesn’t meet this it tends to slow him down and even make his powers less effective.
Random: He's quite "electric".
History: Jason’s life has had its share of twist and turns. His mother basically abandoned him at a park when he was no more than four years old, leaving the poor kid to try and survive on his own. Luckily for him however he was taken in by an elderly couple that just couldn’t bear to see him out in the world on his own. They cared for him and nurtured him for as long as they could, until one day they seemingly passed away without warning when he was not much older than fourteen, causing him to have to move onto another family one that he didn’t much care for. This was also roughly around the same time that his mutant abilities had started to kick in. His powers manifested one day as he was doing what he normally did while skipping school, free running around town, when he passed by one of those things that measure a buildings electric input and flickers of electricity seemed to be drawn to him. However, he merely thought of it as a faulty box and began to ran, but the same thing would happen whenever he passed by one of the boxes. He finally started to put two and two together and figured out that he was somewhat different from others. Over the years he managed to get control of abilities, even attracting attention from a group known as “The Brotherhood” while doing so as he sometimes displayed a great deal of power.
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RP Example: Jason was breathing heavily as he continued to run hard, a book bag was slung over his shoulder pounding against his body as he ran. What exactly was he running from? Well, he was running from the cops, after all what was in his bag he didn’t exactly acquire it the right way. He quickly made a hard left into a narrow alleyway and perched himself firmly against the wall. He turned his head and looked down the entryway to the alley watching those idiots run off still looking for him. He relaxed slightly and then began to catch his breathe.
“Whew, took me long enough to lose those bozos,” he said to himself as walked farther down the alley.
He stopped underneath a fire escape and opening up his bag for his loot; that being a grip load of hot dogs and some cash. He seemingly skipped over the cash and went straight to the dogs, basically inhaling them one after the other like a professional eater or something. He found time enough to stop his eating as he heard a loud sort of coughing coming from further down the alley. He turned his head and saw three shabby looking men coming towards him. They stopped just short of him and first eyed him followed by the bag.
One of them held out his hand and spoke in a rhapsody voice to him, “I see that you have loads of food. Care to share any?”
Jason grinned at him for a moment, and almost seemed like he was going to give them the bag. However, that was not the case. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, electricity began to crackle along his fingertips. Now Jason was laughing aloud now as it seemed that his energy level was getting back to normal.
“Now then, are you sure you want what’s in the bag,” he asked them.
The three of them started to nod, and Jason just continued to grin. Jason had no intent of giving them the dogs; instead however he decided to give them a small does of his power. His fingers crackled a little bit more as small dolts of lightning seemingly shot from his fingertips, hitting the ground right in front of the three men. Without another word they seemingly ran to the hills, and Jason found himself chuckling to himself.
He reopened the bag and grabbed another dog talking to himself, “Serves those guys right, trying to take some good hard earned eats.” He returned to inhale his dogs in peace, being pretty satisfied with himself.
Your Age: 19
Other Characters: N/A
Role-Play Type: Intermediate
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Name: Jason Tacker
Codename: Killswitch
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Status: Brotherhood
Canon: Original
Typical Wardrobe: His general clothing overall is very limited, as he tends to stick with one sort of style for any occasion. He generally wears a black sleeveless tee shirt, looking as if the sleeves had been ripped at the shoulder. His style for pants is nothing more then a pair of light blue jeans. His feet are usually covered by a dirty pair of dark black sneakers. His hands also have some sort of covering, with a pair of black fingerless gloves on his hands.
Physical Description: He stands at a respectable six feet two inches tall, with a mix between a slim and athletic build to him. He has fair skin, but it isn’t all that uncommon for that skin to be charred for a couple of days as a result of the electricity. His eye color seems to rather “fluctuate” a tad bit, as his normal color is a sort of hazel color yet while using his powers it tends to change to a sort of bright yellowish color. His hair is a sort of dirty brownish color, and the one thing that he just cannot stand about it though is that it always seems to be standing straight up in a sort of permanent set of short spikes. However; his facial hair doesn’t suffer from the whole standing up straight mess which is nice. It still retains its dirty brownish color, yet it drips down a couple of inches off of his chin.
Powers: He can shoot electricity out of any portion of his body. He has been known to cause blackouts as well when he discharges a huge chunk of energy to cause a sort of powerful EMP blast.
Personality: Around the Brotherhood he is generally known for three things. He is known for being a punk, his seemingly care free attitude that goes along with it, and for the fact that he doesn’t really work well with others.
Strengths: Outside of his powers; there really isn’t much that he can do well. Sure; he isn’t half bad when it comes to a fist fight but he isn’t a master or anything like that. He also isn’t half bad of a mechanic, or a cook for that matter either. He also knows how to play a guitar rather well. But; the one area he does seem to shine extremely well is that he is rather well known for his free running ability, or in other words his ability to get around the city on his own two feet by climbing or jumping over the various obstacles that seemingly get in his way.
Weaknesses: Probably one of his most glaring weaknesses comes in the form of water or any sort of liquid for that matter. He can drink things like water and such; but if any portion of his body comes into contact with it outside of his mouth and his insides it will cause him to short circuit and knock him out nearly instantly. Another glaring weakness comes in the form of his powers themselves, as he has to constantly drain energy from electrical devices to stay charged and not over exert himself. If he is unable to charge he generally tends to do the same thing when it comes to when he comes in contact with liquid and pass out. His metabolism has also been known to slow him down, as he has an extremely high one after doing rough stuff(such as using his powers for extended periods of time, using an EMP blast, or even charging his powers back up). This makes him have to consume a lot of food in order to keep on going at a regular speed. If he doesn’t meet this it tends to slow him down and even make his powers less effective.
Random: He's quite "electric".
History: Jason’s life has had its share of twist and turns. His mother basically abandoned him at a park when he was no more than four years old, leaving the poor kid to try and survive on his own. Luckily for him however he was taken in by an elderly couple that just couldn’t bear to see him out in the world on his own. They cared for him and nurtured him for as long as they could, until one day they seemingly passed away without warning when he was not much older than fourteen, causing him to have to move onto another family one that he didn’t much care for. This was also roughly around the same time that his mutant abilities had started to kick in. His powers manifested one day as he was doing what he normally did while skipping school, free running around town, when he passed by one of those things that measure a buildings electric input and flickers of electricity seemed to be drawn to him. However, he merely thought of it as a faulty box and began to ran, but the same thing would happen whenever he passed by one of the boxes. He finally started to put two and two together and figured out that he was somewhat different from others. Over the years he managed to get control of abilities, even attracting attention from a group known as “The Brotherhood” while doing so as he sometimes displayed a great deal of power.
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RP Example: Jason was breathing heavily as he continued to run hard, a book bag was slung over his shoulder pounding against his body as he ran. What exactly was he running from? Well, he was running from the cops, after all what was in his bag he didn’t exactly acquire it the right way. He quickly made a hard left into a narrow alleyway and perched himself firmly against the wall. He turned his head and looked down the entryway to the alley watching those idiots run off still looking for him. He relaxed slightly and then began to catch his breathe.
“Whew, took me long enough to lose those bozos,” he said to himself as walked farther down the alley.
He stopped underneath a fire escape and opening up his bag for his loot; that being a grip load of hot dogs and some cash. He seemingly skipped over the cash and went straight to the dogs, basically inhaling them one after the other like a professional eater or something. He found time enough to stop his eating as he heard a loud sort of coughing coming from further down the alley. He turned his head and saw three shabby looking men coming towards him. They stopped just short of him and first eyed him followed by the bag.
One of them held out his hand and spoke in a rhapsody voice to him, “I see that you have loads of food. Care to share any?”
Jason grinned at him for a moment, and almost seemed like he was going to give them the bag. However, that was not the case. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, electricity began to crackle along his fingertips. Now Jason was laughing aloud now as it seemed that his energy level was getting back to normal.
“Now then, are you sure you want what’s in the bag,” he asked them.
The three of them started to nod, and Jason just continued to grin. Jason had no intent of giving them the dogs; instead however he decided to give them a small does of his power. His fingers crackled a little bit more as small dolts of lightning seemingly shot from his fingertips, hitting the ground right in front of the three men. Without another word they seemingly ran to the hills, and Jason found himself chuckling to himself.
He reopened the bag and grabbed another dog talking to himself, “Serves those guys right, trying to take some good hard earned eats.” He returned to inhale his dogs in peace, being pretty satisfied with himself.
