Post by axion on Nov 17, 2010 5:28:02 GMT -5
!JACK¡
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° N-ame || Jack Kirkland-Browne
° A-liases || Jack; Just Jack
° A-ge || 18 Years
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || --
° S-ight || Nope
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° E-ye color || Light green
° H-air color || Brown
° H-eight || 177CM
° W-eight || 75KG
° S-kin tone || White, slightly tanned
° D-efining features || A constant small injury on the bridge of his nose, semi-thick eyebrows
° A-dditional features || A moderately built muscle tone from working, his clothes never really is devoid of dirt and gunk.
He mostly wears a simple off white cotton, puffy sleeved shirt with a darker coloured vest on top; he sometimes wears a copper coloured apron but he thinks it only gets in the road of his work. He wears an off white baggy shorts with brown boots. derpref
On his left wrist is a small concealed gun mounted underneath a detailed leather cuff, the weapon is prone to break though. He wears a brown glove on his right hand, a leather utility belt that holds small tools and an old brown hat that Jack had since he left his home town.
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° J-ob || Mechanic/Blacksmith
° R-ank || --
° R-eason for current profession || Needed a better pay job
° H-ome town || Regrack
° B-irth town || Renren Township
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° P-ersonality ||
Jack's way of dealing with a problem was to seek a way around to find a weak spot, or at least try to outwit the problem. He may seem single minded, but what he lacks for quality is where he makes quantity and backup plans for the worst. His smart and often cocky attitude shows when dealing with a powerful threat whereas Jack is quite a cheerful and childish fellow when around others. His hard working attitude was home grown due to heavy duties that are quite common in rural towns; growing use to several different problems that would normally occur in small places like this would build a strong foothold on the guy's potential in the port city of Regrack. Unfortunately, that didn’t supplement how much he regrets moving to the city.
Jack loves getting into things, whether it's his current job or engaging in illegal things in general is pretty much what he does best. Even though Jack maybe a easy going type of guy, he does have his limits. Unlike a certain someone, Jack can hold his liquor without making a complete nuisance of himself. The only thing that seems to get him right off his head is the current state of the military. Because of this constant fighting, Jack took it upon himself to serve trusted and close family and friends. As much as he loves his occupation as a mechanic and blacksmith, Jack is constantly dreaming of the day where he would rid of this way of life and go wherever whenever he wants without other hostile and unruly beings trying to take that away from his reach. However, his willingness to keep on fighting for what he wants is what keeps him going.
As much as he hates to admit, Jack may even feel the need to join his half-brother's crew of pirates.
° L-ikes ||
• Adventure
• Companionship/mateship
• Keeping others happy
• The sandy beaches of his birth town
• Being busy
• Making/building stuff
° D-islikes ||
• People breaking into his shop
• Unfairness
• Politics "Nothin but a bunch of bullcrap artists I'd say"
• Being bored
• Clean-aholics and formality, although he can tolerate it
• People touching and 'mistreating' his old hat
• The military "I don't trust em' after getting attacked for some false reason"
° F-ears ||
• Complete isolation
• Failure
• Nothing to do D:
° L-esser known facts ||
• He yearns for the freedom to do anything he wants
• Whenever angry or hurt, he drops an F-bomb "No comments"
• He has a knack at breaking into things; restricted areas, the cookie jar, etc.
° G-oals ||
• To eventually see the world in peace
• Gain a livelyhood in the country
• Build something that never constantly breaks
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° H-istory ||
+Born as an illigitimate child to his mother and non-biological father,
+Raised in a small rural town, learned a few nick-knacks,
+Got older; the military came in and beat the crap out of him,
+Moved out, established a repair shop in a major port city,
+Military decided to wreck the shop while out one day,
+Herp derp- present day;
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° R-oleplay example ||
A light shockwave rippeled through the cramped space of Jack's Repair Shoppe, making tools and other objects rattle with the bombardment and hectic environment outside the safety of the two story building. The shop's owner Jack sat at a cluttered desk with a small contraption that he was working on. Jack wasn't disturbed by the commotion outside his shop; it was quite often that the largest port city on this island was a battlefield. A peaceful week barely passes by during these times; the thought of peace could even be a century away from where this society was going.
Jack lifted the object in his hands up towards the dim lighting of a light bulb to inspect his work. It was a small motor for a toy boat that would eventually be given as a present for a dear friend of his outside the city walls. Not that it mattered anyway, not with this fighting going on outside. After observing the small mechanical thing, a drop of sweat fell from Jack's brow as he gathered to his feet and stood up from the old wooden stool of his, he walked to one of many shelving that line the walls of the shop. While shuffling through the stuffy shelf Jack found a wooden box to place the machine in, just as he noticed a mouse suddenly ran out from a crack in the wall. "Shit!" Jack jumped back from the wall, losing his grip on the box. It fell on the stone ground, with the motor falling out and a few small pieces broke off on impact.
"You little craphead!" Jack shouted angrily as he got a broom that was leaning against the same wall where the small rodent came from. It seems that another motor was to be made or at least repaired again. Another loud bang was heard coming from outside, it's gonna be a long and noisy night with this going on, Jack hated these nights. Jack picked up the few pieces of the motor left and returned to his wooden stool. Unfortunately, there was nothing but the mouse to keep the brown haired bloke to keep him company.
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° U-sername || Axion
° A-ge || 17
° T-ime zone || GMT+10~
