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Individual
Character's full name: Joseph Warner
Nickname: Jack
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: November 21, 1983
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American/ Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Orlando, Florida.
Appearance
Hair color and style: Short black hair
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6’0
Build: Athletic
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings:
Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Casual t-shirts or polos, along with jeans.
Uniform: For his jobs it all depends on the region he is in.
Sleepwear: usually sleeps in whatever he was wearing the day before.
Miscellaneous clothing:
Character
Personality: Has become a very nice and forgiving guy over time. The stressors put on him because of his powers, combined with his speed had worn on him, eventually it caught up with him and he learned his lesson. To say he has a lot of friends would be a lie, but he has plenty of acquaintances, he wants to be friendly, even when he should just give up. He is a traveler, his powers making it much easier to fill that role, but usually has residence in either Virginia or New York.
Hobbies/ Interests: Likes to solve puzzles, riddles, whatever he can to keep his mind sharp
Job or part time job and description: Has no full time job, just whatever he can find that his mutation would aid him on, sometimes it’s just odd jobs, and sometimes big paying gigs.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: He is worried that he will revert to the way he once was, introverted and selfish. He can’t swim, and gets nervous when near water.
Special talents:
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: He believes strongly in his morals, to a point where convincing him otherwise is a pain. He doesn’t have a problem with hurting people if they deserve it; killing was a little shadier. He tries not to kill anyone, but if pushed too far he doesn’t know if he could hold back.
Mutations
Mutation description: He has super speed, and reflexes, something he has grown to really love. He never enjoyed running as a kid, not until he got his powers. The power isn’t limited to just running, his overall physical speed is enhanced, agility, reflexes, his speedy poker dealing made stacking the deck almost too easy. He likes to show off with it, and in the heat of things it seems to take over him, patience is gone, replaced with bad decisions. He uses himself up pretty quickly, and with his speed he doesn’t slow down gradually, instead he just seems to hit a wall. Just like any one who does a strenuous activity, how long he can use his power depends on how much he pushes himself, on average about 45 minutes, but if he is pushing himself maybe 20 minutes. It’s the same way with recovery, in a good environment, water for hydration etc. then he can be back to normal in an hour, the more stressful the condition would increase the recovery time.
Strengths: Speed, he can cover short distances very quickly, in a fight he can easily dodge attacks and strikes back fast enough to make Bruce Lee jealous.
Weaknesses: He gets reckless and overconfident once he starts moving, which occasionally ends badly. He doesn’t have the stamina to rely on his speed for long durations, just short trips and a fight. The biggest threat for him is that he pushes himself and doesn’t notice the tiring, which if he’s not careful will cause himself to suddenly hit the point of exhaustion.
Secondary mutation description: His bones are tougher, adapted that way to help protect him with his speed. That way a misstep or a trip wouldn’t end with hospitalization.
This mutation should be linked or make sense with your first mutation. You don't need a second mutation, but you can develop one later on with moderator approval.
Strengths: He can take harder blows.
Weaknesses: He is still susceptible to any other conventional attacks. Also when a bone does break, it takes longer to heal. Because the bones are denser they cause him to sink in water, adding to his fear of water.
Fighting Style (if applicable)
Explanation: Custom second to second fighting, with his speed comes a great advantage, allowing him to dodge and strike easily, keeping on the offensive.
Pros for fighting style: With such a strong offense he can easily strike an opponent and take them down before any harm is done.
Cons for fighting style: He is a little cocky in his abilities, and does not excel in defensive style. So if he does meet an opponent who can put him back he could be in trouble.
Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated
All new characters start as unaffiliated. Joining a faction can be established through in character RPing. You don't ever need to be affiliated with one of the factions.
History Of Your Character:
Jack’s birth and upbringing was nothing special. He was born to a middle class family living Florida. Early childhood was simple and ordinary, school and home. He would always watch how the tourists would pour in during the winter months, confused as to why they always wanted to live down south half the year. It was when he started to get a little older that things got out of hand. As a kid he was always picked on, short and skinny, easy target. The teasing would get to a point where he would end up in tears because some bullying stole something or broke something of his. Eventually he grew a thick skin to it, he always loved superhero cartoons, he would see how the hero always stood up for what he believed in and never cried. As a kid he looked up to them, but eventually he turned it in a wrong direction, he just wanted to seem tough, so he became less trustworthy and friendly.
February 18th 1996
A 13 year old Jack is attending his first middle school activity, it was a baseball game, big deal to the kids, but still just a small school event.
The sun was shining high, and Jack’s parents didn’t mind that he wanted to wander off a bit, just as long as he didn’t go too far. He walked away from the field, towards one of his few school friends, it was a decently crowded area and it only took a moment to find Luke. He was the same age, and they had been friends throughout elementary school. “Hey!” He said waving his arm, Luke responded in the same fashion. It was only a few moments before the two got talking about whatever funny T.V. show they saw the night before, or any new games they had played.
The fun was cut short when suddenly he caught a shoulder to his back, first he thought it was one of the older kids accidently bumping him, considering the amount of people that was already there. When he turned around to see his night easily ruined, “Oh… hey Jake” he said uneasily. Jake was another one of his classmates from elementary school, except he seemed to take it upon himself to make Jack’s life miserable.
“Ohhhh Jacky, you bumped into me, you could hurt someone like that.” He said with a grin, the kid was already double Jack’s size, so the thought of him getting hurt by Jack was quite a joke. “You really should be more careful shorty.”
Jack was trying to keep his temper; he always hated being called short, even worse the stupid nickname Jake had given him. “Don’t call me that.” He said his voice rising up.
“What? Jacky, or Shorty? Either one seems to fit.” He said, taking Jack’s hat and widening it to fit his head.
“Give it back Jake, please.” Jack said. He knew intimidation would never work, so maybe if he just seemed pathetic the bully would give up, but he was never that lucky.
“No can do Jacky, the sun’s been getting in my eyes and I think this would help quite a bit.” By now other kids were watching, and Jack’s frustration was building, tears were starting to build up as the hopelessness was becoming obvious. The bully laughed and turned to walk away, still people stared at Jack, he could hear a few whispering, “Is he crying?” He didn’t know what to do, so blindly he just ran forward and gave a punch s hard as he could into the back of Jake’s head. The bully turned around quickly, obviously pissed off and ready to fight. Now Jack realized his error, and decided the best thing to do was get out of there.
He started running through the school, bully and a crowd close in tow, no one wanted to miss out on some kid getting pummeled. He realized he couldn’t make it to his parents, or any adult, Jake was in the way. He wasn’t paying attention and eventually ran himself into a dead end. The crowd gathered and Jake walked up with a proud grin. He wound up for a punch and Jack instinctively ducked, easily dodging the punch and ending up on the other side. He was surprised the punch missed, but more surprising was that he still dodged the next fury of attacks, easily managing to even grab his hat off Jake’s head.
All of a sudden he could hear his friend Luke cheering him on. He started gaining more confidence, he had never tried to fight back before, and maybe it really was this easy. Jake apparently wasn’t as dumb as he seemed, he knew he was better off just tackling Jack and keeping him still. When he charged Jack couldn’t dodge and the both of them went to the ground. Luckily Jack ended up on top and just started punching; keeping his own eyes shut the whole time. He stopped when he started to hear Jake cry out in pain, he stood back up and stared at the bully, he actually felt bad for him. “That was weird” Was the first words he heard as Jake came running up beside him, “I’ve never seen someone go so fast” Of course Jack didn’t know what he was talking about, he didn’t even see it, but he heard the other kids, some not as impressed as Luke, he even heard the word freak thrown out.
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Jack quickly learned what he could do wasn’t ordinary, and at first regretted it. He believed what they had said, that he was a freak, but then the realization hit him. This was a gift, like the heroes he watched. He started trying to improve his speed, running regularly for the first time in his life. Throughout high school he still got picked on, his friend Luke always prodded him to join the football team, but he didn’t want to. The thought of working with the other kids on a team, relying on them, just turned him off. Most of them still made fun of him, so avoiding them was at the top of his priorities. This played to his advantage, more time to study, which paid off when he was accepted to college. After four years he had a degree in business and started to become an entrepreneur, using his skills as the product. He had strict morals, but still he was ignorant to the world and didn’t know one of his regular clients was using his gifts for more unsavory goals, and it was getting Jack some unwanted attention.
March 3rd 2006
Jack was relaxing at bar, end of the week and a chance for the stress to melt away. He wasn’t paying any attention to the few people in the bar, especially not the three patrons who just entered.
It was a long week, and now was a good time to relax and calm the nerves, he heard footsteps approaching, and ignored them. “Joseph Warner?” a man asked. Jack turned on the stool and looked at the man; he was fairly thin, blonde hair, clean cut, possibly a new client who had heard of him.
“Yes, I’m Joseph.” He responded, holding a hand out to shake, the man ignored it, and seemingly on cue two more approached, surrounding him. One was a Latin fellow, close cut beard and skinny face, the other was a behemoth, looking as though he arm wrestled bears to relax. Jack was uneasy at this point, he had been in plenty of fights in the past, and this was looking like another bar room scuffle.
“Your work for Mr. Santiago has been a big problem for our boss.” The thin man said, an emotionless expression on his face, “We are going to have to put an end to that.
Jack looked the man up and down, it was obvious he had no idea who Jack really was “Sorry, but Santiago has always been a nice man, always paid on time, an-“He was cut short by a strong punch to the side of his head from the biggest of the three. His head slammed back against the bar, his arms flying forward, and then slowly retracting to shield the wound. It was useless though, the big man’s iron grip had a hold of his hair, holding his face toward their apparent leader.
“You don’t have a choice in the matter” The man said, and with that the big man let go of his grip, and reached back for another blow. This time Jack was ready and easily dodged the punch, letting the fist slam into the front of the bar. In the same motion Jack grabbed his beer bottle and slammed it across the big man’s face, causing him to stumble back. The Latino man tried to help, but even before the biggest recovered, Jack had the Latino on the ground out cold. The bear was much more difficult to finish, Jack was faster, but the man could take a beating. The man tried to grab Jack, but he was able to jump off the bar and give a solid kick to the side of his head.
Jack now turned to the last one standing, the leader who had curiously stayed out of the fight. He expected him to be cowering in fear, now that he saw Jack’s abilities. Instead the man was the definition of cool, even wielding a smile as his colleagues lay at his feet. Jack was in the swing of things, and was going to wipe that damn smile off his face. He went for a punch to the nose, ready to break it in a shower of blood. Suddenly he felt his arm knocked away, two punches to the face and a kick to the stomach sent him flying through a door, into the restroom. He was dazed, he stared at the man, not sure what just happened. “You think you’re the only one with such a gift?” he said, “Well, time to show you just how slow you are.”
Jack was surprised, but not stupid. He pulled himself up and wiped the spit from his mouth. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out two crimson leather gloves and slid them on. Inside the leather was something of his own design, steel plates to give the effect of brass knuckles. He knew strength was his weakness, always was, but the added impact would be more than enough for any goon. In a flash the two were going at it, trading blows and eventually Jack was able to land a solid enough hit to even knock the man outside. To the outsider the fight must have been a spectacle; the two were at full speed down the street, two blurs spreading apart, then smashing into each other, but neither overpowered. Jack had to admit it; the man was faster, able to negate any advantage the knuckles gave him.
Down the street Jack took a crippling blow, sending him through a wall into a two story building. He tried to limp away now, knowing there was no way to fight back, he worked his way up stairs. He reached the end of a hall, and leaned against the window. He could hear his enemy approaching and desperately tried to open the only door, but it was locked tight. “It’s all over Joseph”, the man said reaching the top of the stairs. Without any more gloating the man sprinted at Jack, and Jack dropped low, using whatever strength he could to use his enemies momentum and though him out the window. The other man hit the ground hard, and that probably wouldn’t have stopped him, but the police car speeding towards the bartender’s 911 call did.
Roleplay
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Sample RP:
Jack stared at his schedule, unable to comprehend why fate hated himself so much. His next class was swim class; he had tried to switch out of it, purposefully skipping the class in the past. The counselors couldn’t help him though; no classes could fill the credit. His parents thought it would help; he was in high school and couldn’t swim after all. He couldn’t figure out how he let them talk him into this, not even until he stood in front of the pool, his class mates standing around him.
His breathing was slow and heavy, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He was standing between two of his friends, Luke and a girl he had met named Sarah. She was the first to notice the problem, whispering so they wouldn’t get in trouble, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Uhh, I can’t swim.” He confessed, trying to force a nervous smile. It was a fact that he kept to himself, figuring if he always avoided this situation then nobody would know.
“Can’t swim?” Luke said with a quiet laugh, he realized when he saw Jack’s face that it wasn’t a joke. “Aww man, I’m sorry, thought you were kidding.” He said, trying to fix the mistake he made.
Suddenly he heard the coach call him up, it was his turn. He slowly approached the edge of the pool and peered in, the clear blue water seemed deeper then it was. “Coach I’m feeling sick, I really can’t” He said, faking a cough. The coach stared at him, not believing Jack’s act.
“Joseph you’ve already missed too many days of class, and now when you decide to show up you suddenly get sick. At this rate you’re going to fail the class” He didn’t know what to say back, but thankfully the coach couldn’t force him to swim. The man started to turn away, apparently looking for the next student to swim. Before Jack could go back though another kid walked behind him and gave him a small push. Jack fell into the water and started panicking, he couldn’t think straight, just splashed around and tried to stay afloat.
He heard laughter from the other kids, they thought him getting pushed in was funny; the laughter did stop though, when they started to hear his cries of help. In a moment he was drifting to the bottom, and started trying to run, no help. This was it, beaten by a pool, his lungs were burning but it was nothing compared to the feeling of hopelessness that dominated him. Suddenly he felt someone grab him and bring him back up, the arm threw him over the side and he just lay on his back, gasping for air. The coach had realized what happened and managed to save him from drowning, though not the humiliation. “Boy why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t swim!” he yelled, not angrily but the intensity was still there. A failed class wasn’t looking that bad right now.
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