Post by Jonz Nesam on Apr 13, 2011 16:02:47 GMT -5
Name: Jonz Nesam
Age: 16 years old
Race: Human
Class: Mime
Guardian Force: Brynhildr, the mighty fortress. Element of Fire. Jonz can summon Brynhildr to defend himself and his allies. Brynhildr is also a powerful offensive summon. She can shoot Fire Cannons into enemies. Brynhildr shoots off from her mighty hammer
Weapon: Maverick, a typical heavy Revolver-type gunblade. Cannot shoot bullets.
Abilities:
Copycat: Can permanently copy and equip any ability, just by being around someone and casting Copycat. Can only copy up to four.
Mimic: Can take the last used ability and use it for one post.
Appearance: The most noticeable thing about Jonz is that he sports large pink bangs. His eyes are protected by black goggles. Because of these, Jonz' facial features are often obscured and very few people have seen his face. He always wears white band shirts covered up by his ripped denim vest. He wears yellow riding gloves to handle the vibrations of his gunblade. He wears tight black jeans and neon sneakers. He's always seen with either a lollipop or a cigarette in his mouth.
Personality: An odd kid, very clumsy and very intelligent. By nature he is sarcastic to his friends, sweet and adorable to girls, respectful to elders and strangers, and downright rude to everyone else. A little pink haired punk. He is a philosopher in his own right and often rambles on about the human experience. He's combat skill is average, but he makes up for it in full with his ability as a battle strategist. He is known to be very resourceful in battle to compensate for his actual fighting skill.
Biography:
Jonz was born in Balamb city to a middle-class merchant family. When he was 5 his family was slaughtered in a freak robbery accident. The robber was nervous and erratically shot his parents and older sister. Journeying the land at a young age, Jonz became entranced with society. He wanted to know how it worked, what made it tick. Being a wanderer he figured it all out, everything from the dirty underbellies of the dark low-class criminals to the tea and crumpet high-class of the pompous rich. This knowledge is what helped Jonz survive on the streets. Eventually he made it to Edea's orphanage, where he would be based even during the sorceress wars. There he met his first friend Namine, the girl who would eventually brighten up his dark soul. For a brief moment a boy named Trever Valens also stayed there, the two have been best friends ever since.
Around the age of 12, Jonz was in Balamb City. He was just hanging out and getting some lunch before he headed back to the orphanage. On his way back he ganged up on by a group of older kids. They were gonna beat him just because they could, showing off their strength. Jonz was just laying on the floor, crying. Suddenly, the beatings stopped. Jonz looked up to see a figure of a man with slicked back blonde hair and a long white trench coat. He was holding a peculiar object in his hand. It was a pistol with the blade of a sword attached to it. Around him were the bodies of Jonz's attackers nursing their wounds. Seifer looked a Jonz. "You'll need to learn how to fight, kid." Seifer then handed him two items: the Maverick Gunblade and the GF Alexander. Since then, Jonz trained hard in swordsmanship. Inspired by Seifer, he set off for Balamb Garden.
Now in Balamb, Jonz is out to make a name for himself. Known as crazy one in Trever’s little gang. No one ever knows what he’s gonna do next. However, one thing is for certain, nothing can stop Jonz from doing what he wants.
RP Sample:
Jonz was walking through the empty hallways one night by himself when he was cornered by a couple upperclassmen. Average bullies, Jonz attempted to ignore them. Unfortunately it wasn’t gonna happen, these two were relentless.
“Hey, aren’t you Jonz Nesam?” one of them asked.
“Who’s asking?” Jonz sneered
“You’re one of that Trever kid’s followers, right?”
“I don’t follow anyone...leave me the hell alone” Jonz shot back
“Attitude, huh?” “Yeah we’ll teach ya some manners, ya lil’ punk, we’ll see how strong you are without your boyfriend Trever.”
One of the boys drew a sword, while the other drew a rifle. The one with the rifle pointed it straight at Jonz. Instantly Jonz pulled the trigger of his gunblade and swung it through the boys arm, cutting through flesh and bone.
“HOLY SHIT, YOU SLICED OFF MY FUCKING ARM!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU FREAK!?!?!?!?!”
“Omigod...stop whining, you bitch.” Jonz hit the boy’s head with barrel hilt of his sword. Jonz pointed at the other boy, who wet himself. “If you tell anyone about this, you die...tell that to him when he wakes up.” Jonz walked on. He did not need anyone finding out. If word got to Cain, he would tell Headmaster Cid, and if Cid found out, he would tell Edea, and if Edea found out.....Jonz would get all Hell once he got home. Jonz took a sigh as he went on to meet his friends at the bar. Life sucked.
Age: 16 years old
Race: Human
Class: Mime
Guardian Force: Brynhildr, the mighty fortress. Element of Fire. Jonz can summon Brynhildr to defend himself and his allies. Brynhildr is also a powerful offensive summon. She can shoot Fire Cannons into enemies. Brynhildr shoots off from her mighty hammer
Weapon: Maverick, a typical heavy Revolver-type gunblade. Cannot shoot bullets.
Abilities:
Copycat: Can permanently copy and equip any ability, just by being around someone and casting Copycat. Can only copy up to four.
Mimic: Can take the last used ability and use it for one post.
Appearance: The most noticeable thing about Jonz is that he sports large pink bangs. His eyes are protected by black goggles. Because of these, Jonz' facial features are often obscured and very few people have seen his face. He always wears white band shirts covered up by his ripped denim vest. He wears yellow riding gloves to handle the vibrations of his gunblade. He wears tight black jeans and neon sneakers. He's always seen with either a lollipop or a cigarette in his mouth.
Personality: An odd kid, very clumsy and very intelligent. By nature he is sarcastic to his friends, sweet and adorable to girls, respectful to elders and strangers, and downright rude to everyone else. A little pink haired punk. He is a philosopher in his own right and often rambles on about the human experience. He's combat skill is average, but he makes up for it in full with his ability as a battle strategist. He is known to be very resourceful in battle to compensate for his actual fighting skill.
Biography:
Jonz was born in Balamb city to a middle-class merchant family. When he was 5 his family was slaughtered in a freak robbery accident. The robber was nervous and erratically shot his parents and older sister. Journeying the land at a young age, Jonz became entranced with society. He wanted to know how it worked, what made it tick. Being a wanderer he figured it all out, everything from the dirty underbellies of the dark low-class criminals to the tea and crumpet high-class of the pompous rich. This knowledge is what helped Jonz survive on the streets. Eventually he made it to Edea's orphanage, where he would be based even during the sorceress wars. There he met his first friend Namine, the girl who would eventually brighten up his dark soul. For a brief moment a boy named Trever Valens also stayed there, the two have been best friends ever since.
Around the age of 12, Jonz was in Balamb City. He was just hanging out and getting some lunch before he headed back to the orphanage. On his way back he ganged up on by a group of older kids. They were gonna beat him just because they could, showing off their strength. Jonz was just laying on the floor, crying. Suddenly, the beatings stopped. Jonz looked up to see a figure of a man with slicked back blonde hair and a long white trench coat. He was holding a peculiar object in his hand. It was a pistol with the blade of a sword attached to it. Around him were the bodies of Jonz's attackers nursing their wounds. Seifer looked a Jonz. "You'll need to learn how to fight, kid." Seifer then handed him two items: the Maverick Gunblade and the GF Alexander. Since then, Jonz trained hard in swordsmanship. Inspired by Seifer, he set off for Balamb Garden.
Now in Balamb, Jonz is out to make a name for himself. Known as crazy one in Trever’s little gang. No one ever knows what he’s gonna do next. However, one thing is for certain, nothing can stop Jonz from doing what he wants.
RP Sample:
Jonz was walking through the empty hallways one night by himself when he was cornered by a couple upperclassmen. Average bullies, Jonz attempted to ignore them. Unfortunately it wasn’t gonna happen, these two were relentless.
“Hey, aren’t you Jonz Nesam?” one of them asked.
“Who’s asking?” Jonz sneered
“You’re one of that Trever kid’s followers, right?”
“I don’t follow anyone...leave me the hell alone” Jonz shot back
“Attitude, huh?” “Yeah we’ll teach ya some manners, ya lil’ punk, we’ll see how strong you are without your boyfriend Trever.”
One of the boys drew a sword, while the other drew a rifle. The one with the rifle pointed it straight at Jonz. Instantly Jonz pulled the trigger of his gunblade and swung it through the boys arm, cutting through flesh and bone.
“HOLY SHIT, YOU SLICED OFF MY FUCKING ARM!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU FREAK!?!?!?!?!”
“Omigod...stop whining, you bitch.” Jonz hit the boy’s head with barrel hilt of his sword. Jonz pointed at the other boy, who wet himself. “If you tell anyone about this, you die...tell that to him when he wakes up.” Jonz walked on. He did not need anyone finding out. If word got to Cain, he would tell Headmaster Cid, and if Cid found out, he would tell Edea, and if Edea found out.....Jonz would get all Hell once he got home. Jonz took a sigh as he went on to meet his friends at the bar. Life sucked.
