Post by Jonathan Locke on Apr 29, 2009 13:46:42 GMT 1
The Basics;;
Name: Jonathan Locke
Nicknames: Usually 'Locke' as he refuses to respond to 'Jon'.
Age: 22
Birth of Date: 22nd August 1985
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species Human
Power Kai Manipulation, Aura Reading
Alignment: Neutral-Good
The Looks;;
Image:
Celeb Claim: Zach Garner
Code word(can be found in the rules) Chosen
Hair: White
Eyes: Green
Build: Chiselled
Tattoos or piercing: None
Dig deeper;
Likes:
Women: :-D
Guns: preferably stealthy (or flashy) pistols.
Motors: driving, tweaking, repairing...
Booze and cigarettes: Jonathan's self-proclaimed 'source of power.'
Darkness: staying hidden is key to his method.
Being irritating: possibly his greatest skill and certainly his favourite pass time.
Languages: Jonathan is multi-lingual.
Dislikes:
Sloppiness: perfectionism is key to his survival.
Angels: self-righteous pricks always have something to say...
Swords: some say that Jonathan's distaste of swords is somewhat bias after he was stabbed with two of them.
Authority figures: like... a lot.
Ignorance: there's just no excuse.
Nicknames: auto-correction will ensue.
Slow drivers: 'GET OUT OF THE WAY!'
Fears:
Losing his mind: he's been to the brink and back.
Being reliant: he's always had to deal with things on his own.
Certain figures from his past: some scars run deep.
Strengths:
The Kaita/Kai Manipulation: Jonathan can use the energy within himself to boost his physical prowess.
Aura reading: part of the Kaita, allows Jonathan to sense things such as a person's species, mood, ect...
Training: both military and personal combat.
Intelligence: a mechanical and computer whizz, excellent at thinking on his feet and planning.
Charm: when he bothers to use it, he could sell ice to an eskimo.
Weaknesses:
Episodes: Jonathan is prone to odd break downs or hallucinations in especially stressful situations.
Paranoia: he doesn't trust easily.
Attitude: frequently terms things somewhat undiplomatically.
Torso: The Kaita is defensively weakest near the core.
Bravado: 'occasionally' over sells himself.
Stubbornness: once he gets an idea the only person who can usually talk him down is himself.
Personality:
At a glace, Jonathan is cold. Very cold. Often to the point of appearing sadistic.
Because of his up brining, Jonathan finds it hard to be close to people and to maintain proper relationships, for he is unconsciously afraid that anyone he meets will eventually be taken from him.
Jonathan has a tendency to see everything in shades of grey, rather than as simply black or white. To most people demons are evil and must be killed, but humans are good and must be protected. To Jonathan, it all rests on what he happens to believe is right; some demons have learnt to thrive by adapting to live with humans and have become mostly harmless and yet if they get found out they are often treated with hostility. In this kind of situation Jonathan is more likely to help the demon even though he is human himself. In his mind 'human' and 'demon' are nothing more than descriptive terms on par with the likes of 'Asian' or 'European'.
This same outlook has Jonathan extremely anti-racist and non-conformist to the point where he'll occasionally rebel against something he wants, just because someone else wants him to do it.
On the other hand, Jonathan can also be a pretty fun guy to be around. He's quirky, quick, confident and has a sort of dorky, boyish charm about his person. If one doesn't know Jonathan very well, or hasn't seen him in action, they usually assume that he's quite harmless. However, when night falls and he takes to the streets, his darker side emerges. The side that demands perfection in everything he does, that doesn't have time for idle chit-chat or nonsense. Reaction wise, he's no slayer and hence his focus needs to stay sharp and uninterrupted.
All in all, a very dark, misunderstood and anti-social young man, whose tendency to rebel and reject society is probably born from a loneliness that is only matched by his fear of being alone.
Story of my life;;
Family:
Valentine Locke, Mother: An abusive, alcoholic drug addict. Jonathan hasn't seen her since childhood after he was taken into care.
Burme: Jonathan's mysterious adoptive father.
History:
Standing at around 5'10, white snowy white hair covering most of his face and luminous green eyes to enhance his already ridiculously handsome features, Jonathan, at first, won't seem nearly as intimidating, dark or dangerous as he really is...
Buried deep beneath a gothic exterior of heavy boots, baggy black combats or cargos, various darkly shaded tops and a long, thick leather jacket, Jonathan doesn't have an ounce of fat and is rippling with muscles, despite appearing quite slender while covered.
But his heavy clothing also suits the purpose of harbouring an impressive arsenal of mobile weaponry that he has amassed. As well as keeping his usual collection of arm mounted blades and pistols, Jonathan has added stealthier, technological devices to compliment his agility and natural affinity to darkness.
At any point, Jonathan is now liable to ditch his heavy coat and reveal various other hidden utilities strapped to his body, such as night vision goggles/binoculars and certain detective or disruptive items that make better use of his natural cunning.
Jonathan's past, for the most part, is something he regards as his own personal nightmare, but nonetheless, certain details are relatively public knowledge.
Jonathan spent much of his early life in an orphanage or being thrown around foster homes. As a dysfunctional and highly driven child, Jonathan often stood out among the other children, and his emerging good looks also helped him worm his way into the hearts of would be adopters whether he liked it or not. Mostly religious types took on the boy seen mainly as a charity case. Because of these religious 'do gooders' forcing their religion upon him from such an early age, Jonathan grew up despising religions and conformists and quickly grew a cynical, realist streak.
Jonathan's now growing attitude of rebellion meant that most fosterers gave up on him. Those who showed him any kindness were usually women, but they were always snatched away from him when the man of the house grew tired or Jonathan's antics. Even so, Jonathan managed to find his way into many wills that have meant money is of little problem to him. Though you'd have a hard time believing it.
Jonathan's final fosterer was a man known only as Burme. His credentials were never checked, but the orphanage was just happy to be shot of him. Burme taught Jonathan all he knew about demons, good, evil and how to fight. Not just with his body, but with his mind. Burme also trained Jonathan in the mystical demon martial art, the Kaita; a method whereby the user can source the natural energies within the body throughout themselves and use it to amplify their combat capabilities and defend themselves. Whilst using the Kaita Jonathan's physical abilities enhance to an almost Slayer-like level, but he has to focus in order to do so meaning that, unlike a Slayer, he only has these powers when he chooses to use them, rather than 24/7. However, the Kaita also grants the user the ability to see the energies within other people and thus Jonathan is able to get a grasp of a person's mood, species and even intentions. When focused, his ability to read can go as far as to show Jonathan past events that occured in an area, although using it to this level takes time and often leaves him disorientated for a short while afterwards. So rigorous was the training that Burme subjected Jonathan to that it eventually created a large rift between them and even today, no one is sure how the pair finally separated and Burme has never resurfaced.
Jonathan continued his life in a far off city, righting wrongs as he saw fit. This meant saving innocent demons from hordes of prejudice humans as well as saving humans from hungry demons. But he remained a little known force for the most part, his reputation slowly building but most people believing him to be some kind of urban legend rather than a real person.
Since then, Jonathan saw good reason to drop off the radar once more and hone his more subtle skills as well as acquire new ones and generally step up his game.
And now... he's back and has found a new turf in Misery Valley.
Sample Role Play;;
Jonathan crept silently through the woods, taking care not to disturb the dry leaves and twigs beneath his feet. The night was cool and moist, visibility was good, especially with his night vision goggles, backed up by light aura readings. There was something here... he could feel it. He was getting closer.
Removing his long coat and drawing his wrist blades, Jonathan continued to advance. The woods were getting darker and other creatures were becoming more sparse. Something evil lived near here.
A few moments later, a warning flared up inside Jonathan's mind. He jumped and rolled to the side just in time to avoid a large, heavily muscled and horned demon. It crashed down where he had been just a second ago and turned to face him, glaring with a sadistic, toothy grin. He growled happily.
No midnight snack tonight buddy...[/color] Jonathan thought to himself, smiling inwardly.
He demon lunged for him again, throwing a straight jab with one huge arm. Jonathan turned into it, catching the demon's forearm and holding it above his shoulder.
"Heh." Jonathan mused with a smirk before forcing the back of the demon's elbow down onto his shoulder with all the force he could muster.
The demon's arm visibly broke and it let out a night shattering scream. But Jonathan wasn't done yet; he turned to face the demon, twisting it's arm over his head as he went and leapt knee first into the already broken arm, forcing a serrated bone out through it's skin, ripping through flesh and muscle, protruding outwards like bloody knife. The demon screamed again as Jonathan pushed forwards, forcing it to the ground and then leant over, ramming the broken bone up through the demon's mouth and out through the top of it's head. It fell instantly silent.
Jonathan took a deep breath, wiped blood from his top and immediately sparked a cigarette which seemed to appear out of nowhere. The night was still young.