Post by firecracker on Apr 29, 2011 22:06:39 GMT -5
!J IA LONG SUN¡
° N-ame ||Sun Jia Long
° A-liases || Baozhu (firecracker)
° A-ge || 21
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || None
° S-ight || No
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° E-ye color || Black Coffee
° H-air color || Dark Brown
° H-eight || 5, 5”
° W-eight || 122
° S-kin tone || Olive toned, on the lighter side due to mixed heritage
° D-efining features || Jia Long has a large number of burn scars on his hands, arms, and chest. There is one on his back as well, this one shaped like an opening lotus and looking very deliberate. Despite this, he blends easily into a crowd due to how unremarkable his features are.
° A-dditional features || Because his arms are so scarred, Jia Long often wears a red cheongsam with too long sleeves. He also wears combat boots wherever he goes in case he has to make a quick get away. They had excellent grip and he never had to worry about them falling off if he stepped oddly.
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° J-ob || Bar Tender, Short Order Cook, Ruthian
° R-ank || Gunnar
° R-eason for current profession || To listen in on Military happenings
° H-ome town || Felphur
° B-irth town || Granor
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° P-ersonality ||
Jia Long grew up a relatively happy child. His enthusiasm for fireworks and mischief was only matched by his ability to get himself into trouble with his mother. As he grew older he stopped getting into so much trouble. Of course, he didn’t stop with his mischief and fireworks. If anything those increased until he was a bit of a notorious figure with the neighborhood children.
The carefree days of his childhood were jarred sharply with the sudden move his family underwent. His father, once a confident man, began to look over his shoulder and it caused Jia Long to be uneasy. He soon lost the playful smile and quick wit in favor of his own guarded expression and wary looks.
After the attack by the military his behavior became less rambunctious than was even in hiding. He stopped lighting random fireworks, didn’t go to festivals, and almost never spoke casually with anyone outside his job. He still made small fireworks and larger bombs, but whenever those were tested or used he made sure not to be anywhere near his own home. There was no reason to attract attention to himself.
Despite his need to be alone, unnoticed, Jia Long greatly fears being alone forever. He forms attachments to people who show him affection ridiculously easily. Whether this is from his own distant father and busy mother never having time for that or because he wants reassurance that he won’t be forgotten isn’t always clear.
This weakness in his personality, or at least he considers it a weakness, causes him to have a hard time keeping his position as a ruthian hidden whenever someone manages to gain his trust. It has also prevented him from staying with one cell for too long. He usually notices the problem before its too late and requests a move.
° L-ikes ||
• Explosions
• Red
• Food
• The Delicate Art of Bomb Building
• Fashion
° D-islikes ||
• Cold
• Military
• Silence [despite his own quiet nature]
• Nobles
• Mirrors
° F-ears ||
• Being Alone When He Dies
• Cooking Bad Food
• Going Blind
° L-esser known facts ||
• Gets irritated whenever he sees his eyebrows, which is why he dislikes mirrors.
• Arranges flowers to calm himself down if his gunpowder gets wet. [Wet gunpowder becomes useless]
• Doesn’t like to give people his full name. Ever.
• Likes to design clothes in his spare time. Another thing he wouldn’t tell people ever.
° G-oals ||
• Cause as much chaos as he can before he dies.
• Make the world’s best pork bun.
• Find one person to be with him until he dies.
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° H-istory ||
He grew up in a middle class family working for a minor noble house in Granor. His mother was the personal chef and she raised her son with a healthy appreciation for food. When he turned twelve he learned that his father wasn’t a dock hand like he’d thought. The men who came by their house to talk with his father had come to discuss something much more dangerous than the tides.
Delun Sun was a man who believed strongly in two things. Honor and Justice. Very little else mattered to him, including his family. He wasn’t a bad father, but Jia Long always felt that he was somehow disappointing his father. So when he learned that Delun was an informant for the rebel group that opposed the military he was eager to work his way into it. Anything to earn his father’s praise.
Unfortunately, by the time he was old enough to be of any use the military had gotten wind of a mole in the noble houses. His family was forced to quickly evacuate and go into hiding. They Managed to avoid detection for three years before the military caught up with them and captured his father.
His mother, Liling, managed to hide him in an escape tunnel before the house they were using was flooded with military men. He heard his mother and father being dragged from their home through the thin wall. To this day Jia Long hasn’t been able to find out what happened to them. Whether they were killed, locked up, or exiled he has no idea.
On his twentieth birthday he moved to Felphur. Both because his captain recommended him to another group and because being so close would hopefully yield better information about what had happened to his parents.
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° R-oleplay example ||
Head tilted to hear the order being shouted by a server, Jia Long nodded to show he’d understood and began to fry up some potatoes. It was breakfast rush in the diner/bar he worked for. The busiest time of day and the least informative. He got the best information when the men came to the after-hours bar portion of the diner and complained to each other about this or that superior’s orders over a pint.
Another order sent out and he was putting thoughts of information collecting out of his mind. They wouldn’t help him at the moment and those eggs looked about ready to burn.
The diner closed after lunch hours to be cleaned up and rearranged into a bar. He helped with this as he usually did, setting out the alcohol and glasses. Getting the small things that the bar served as snacks ready. When the doors opened again at nine he was wearing a bartending outfit, his chef’s clothes in a locker in the back.
Jia Long nodded at the regulars, quietly greeted the new comers, and distributed drinks with ease. He was long practiced in the motions of providing these men with a relaxed atmosphere. There was quiet murmurs about all manner of things going on, but nothing he was really interested in.
One man’s wife was cheating on him with another officer, a second’s daughter had run off with a local butcher’s boy. Someone didn’t like that they were on guard duty for the month because they’d pissed off this or that superior. All normal, boring, not at all helpful things one would hear in such a place. He didn’t think he’d hear much of importance tonight though, not with the way things had been so calm recently.
“…they were holding that ruthian.” Jia Long’s ears perked, his hand not faltering at all in handing the glass of beer to an already drunk customer. He casually moved down the bar to start cleaning glasses, conveniently closer to the conversation. “Yeah, I heard they were going to transfer her to another prison. They’re afraid someone will try and break her out.”
The blond that was talking leaned back, his companion looking suspiciously around. “Do you really think we should talk about this here? What if the captain found out?”
His companion nodded, taking a large gulp from his pint. “Good point. So I heard your son…” Jia Long stopped listening, his pleasure not showing on his face. It looked like he’d have something good to report when his shift ended.
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° U-sername || firecracker
° A-ge || 20
° T-ime zone || MDT
°W-hat is the secret word from the Rules? || Zinnia
