Post by Josiah on Jul 21, 2008 16:49:23 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Josiah Sharp
Alias: Heartless Jo
Age: 18
Height: 6’1
Weight: 220 lbs
Blood Type: A+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Red
Hair: Dark brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Hobbies include, brooding in dark rooms, training, learning new ways to hurt people, marksmanship, and of course drinking.
Talents: Fighting, lock picking, torture, playing the violin.
Favorite things:Making others as miesrible as he is. Jagermister, and lime sorbet
Mental Information
Personality: Josiah is not what people would call mister sunshine, god only knows he’s anything but that. A dark individual with a bleek outlook on life. He finds no joy in anything and is the kind of person that could make you question why the hell you even bother to exist. Many would call him an asshole and in truth he does act like one. He hates people and hates being around them and doesn’t hide that fact at all. Not only will he use his words to cut some one to the quick but he might just have a knife follow it.
Mentality: Cool and claim most of the time but there is an inner rage to him that is over whelming at times. He is all that matter in his world, not a single other life has any meaning. It is hard to decide whether he is sane or a maniac.
Ideal: ‘Happiness is all just a lie you tell yourself so you can deal with your life’
Belief:Atheist
Physical Information
Build: He seems thin and easily taken and yet when you remove the body cloaking wardrobe you would find that he is actually well built. Spending a great deal of time at the gym tends to keep his temper in check and his body in peek condition. He has many muscles all of which ripple across his body showing the strength that his clothing hides easily.
Head: With a shaggy mane of hair, his pale face is often obsured, and yet when you look past the long bangs you fine somewhat bushy eye brows, and a pointed nose. Piercing eyes and subtle lips.
Torso: Extremely built. HIs chest is covered in strong large muscles, that ripple underneath his skin. A few scars. One on his upper shoulder, his lower left abs, and one over his navel. Stab and slash wounds from his lifestyle.
Arms: Again muscular and built, with it come a geat deal of strength. On his left arm is a celtic tattoo that encircles his bicep
Legs: Legs are muscular but no where near the kind of muscle in his upper body.
Feet: His feet are a size 12, and often seen in the shiney polished black shoes.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: none
Shirts: Very rare for him to be seen in anything other then button down dress shirts unless he is out in the gym or doing another physically demanding activity, over these shirts he tends to wear a thin black vest.
Pants: Enjoys wearing dress slacks, they are slightly baggy to allow for freer movement but have a very sharp look to them none the less.
Shoes: He has the shirts, and the pants so it would be a sin for him not to have a fine collection of shoes to match his attire, plain and black with a slight shine.
Misc: Carries around a pocket watch within his vest pocket.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Kenpo
Years Practiced: 7 years rank, third brown
Description of style: A style that encompasses a great deal and at times is refered to as a mixed martial art or self defense art. Josiah could really not care what the hell its called only caring about the way he knows how to use it. Focusing more on the rapid fire liner and circular strikes Josiah attacks with both his fist and his legs in an overwhelming succession only blocking when he has to though he tends rather to deflect an attack with one of his own.
When it comes to the grappling and locks of this system while Josiah is versed in them he has never truly been able to utilize them to their full extent for the fact they take to long for him and do not give him the end result he is ultimately looking for.
History Information
History:
Not a happy history at all. Poor Josiah was born into a decent family the youngest of 2 brother with a sever age gap between them. Life was plain at first, the youngest son in a normal family, his brother in college by the time he was in preschool and his parents with flexible jobs allowing them to be home and shower young Josiah with all the love he could ask for.
But this tale sadly takes a turn for the worst just as Josiah turned 8 years old. It was suppose to be a happy day after all it was his birthday, he remembered sitting in class smiling thinking of when he would get home to have his cake with his mother and father, he knew they had gotten him the game consul he had been begging for and could not wait to get home. It was around lunch time when Josiah remembered the rain starting because recess was canceled suddenly. But a period of recess was not all the rain would steal form him that day.
It was four oclock, his parents were so late picking him up, something that had never happened. He had to stay in the cafeteria playing a boring game of checkers with one of the faculty members who barely spoke unless it was to constantly ask him if he was okay for some reason. Josiah was okay, but what he really wanted was his cake and a night to play with his new games, he was 8 now which meant mommy would let him stay up till 9 o’clock, it was plenty of time to play.
It was then his older brother walked into the cafeteria soaking wet, his own red eyes looked as though they were bleeding. At first Josiah smiled thinking Zeke was here for his Birthday tonight, but then the truth was laid on the 8 year old boy by his 24 yr old brother. And for the first time his world was shattered.
He went to live with his brother in his apartment with his girlfriend, at first it was okay, Zeke’s girlfriend was a nice girl he had met in college who had studied educational studies, so she knew how t deal with a child such as himself. But Zeke himself was not nearly as nice as his girlfriend. His parents sudden death had hit him hard and supporting an 8 year old now his brother or not was putting a stain on him. Zeke began to turn to drugs, over two years his addiction kept growing to the point he put himself in debt, not only in life but also to those he had been buying drugs off of in credit.
At ten years old Josiah remembered that night so clearly, a man in a dark suit came into the apartment and roughed up his brother, hitting Josiah across the room when he tried to help Zeke knocking him unconsious. When he woke up, he remembered Zeke crying, he didn’t go to school the next day, Zeke kept him home trying to remind him of how much he loved him, talking about memories with their parents. It was like that the whole day until the night came.
Zeke took Josiah out that night leaving his girlfriend at home. He took Josiah to a beautiful home, he was wondering what was going on, it was like one of those places he saw on t.v with the long drive ways and everything. When they pulled up to the house there were two men there, one of them looking at young Josiah very intently as Zeke got him out of the car.
‘Consider your debt paid’ Said the one who was looking at Josiah before his strong hand grabbed his wrist harshly. Josiah remembered trying to squirm away, trying t get to Zeke who was crying as he got back into his car, but as Zeke sped off Jo realized his brother didn’t want him any more. And later that night Josiah was painfully introduced to the fact his brother betrayed him as his innocents was forcibly taken from him by the perverted Mafioso Zeke had basically sold him to.
A full year like this, of pain, of tears, of feeling like he was less the human, just this perverts play thing. That was until the stupid pig got sloppy one night. It was right after he violated Josiah yet again, he remembers it well, the fat fuck had been to distracted to realize the knife that had fallen out of his jacket pocket. Josiah gabbed it before his tormentor realized it and stabed the fucker right in his double chinned throat, over and over again until the blood stopped flowing. He had freed himself, or so he thought.
James Haris, that was the name of the man that entered the house that morning looking for his boss, only to find him in a pool of blood and young Josiah huddled in a corner, the knife he had used the night before still tightly gripped in his hand. Being the second in command James knew he should have killed the kid, but he had done him a favor, the pervert fat fuck was going to die soon anyway but Josiah had done the job James and others had planned for months to raise to their own power. He could not help but take pitty on the boy and decided to make the now 11 year old Josiah part of his new family.
It was from that age Josiah became like a human again, Boss Haris was kind to the young boy and at the same time tough as well. He expected the boy to earn his keep by doing what ever possible. Soon Josiah was running drugs to customers, working in a front own by Haris and being taught the so called tools of the trade. As he got older the tools got more fun, he was taught by one of the soldiers how to fight, how to cracks locks and safes by another, and many other things.
He soon began to dress like the Mafioso’s around him, with the money he was earning he could afford it, even with the rent he had to pay for food and a place to live under Haris’s roof. And then after years and years at the age of 16 Josiah was taught by one of the made men how to kill, and Josiah sharp had never known such happiness then since he was a child, quickly earning him the nick name Heartless Jo do to his cold hearted nature.
He liked his life like this, enjoyed it thoroughly, until the day that Haris himself was marked for termination. While Jo had other friends in this world it was made clear to him that since he had been so close to Haris business wise those who planned to take over had intentions of killing him off as well. Knowing he would have died trying to fight the odds Josiah made a decision to move away and stay under the radar. Leaving his life behind he moved to long beach and used his money to buy a stable place to live, and now after forging a few document is ready to attend public school 259 hopping that for the moment he can life a quite life and that his past will not come to catch him.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Small yet very comfortable beach house
Roommates: N/A at the moment
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Name: Josiah Sharp
Alias: Heartless Jo
Age: 18
Height: 6’1
Weight: 220 lbs
Blood Type: A+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Red
Hair: Dark brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Hobbies include, brooding in dark rooms, training, learning new ways to hurt people, marksmanship, and of course drinking.
Talents: Fighting, lock picking, torture, playing the violin.
Favorite things:Making others as miesrible as he is. Jagermister, and lime sorbet
Mental Information
Personality: Josiah is not what people would call mister sunshine, god only knows he’s anything but that. A dark individual with a bleek outlook on life. He finds no joy in anything and is the kind of person that could make you question why the hell you even bother to exist. Many would call him an asshole and in truth he does act like one. He hates people and hates being around them and doesn’t hide that fact at all. Not only will he use his words to cut some one to the quick but he might just have a knife follow it.
Mentality: Cool and claim most of the time but there is an inner rage to him that is over whelming at times. He is all that matter in his world, not a single other life has any meaning. It is hard to decide whether he is sane or a maniac.
Ideal: ‘Happiness is all just a lie you tell yourself so you can deal with your life’
Belief:Atheist
Physical Information
Build: He seems thin and easily taken and yet when you remove the body cloaking wardrobe you would find that he is actually well built. Spending a great deal of time at the gym tends to keep his temper in check and his body in peek condition. He has many muscles all of which ripple across his body showing the strength that his clothing hides easily.
Head: With a shaggy mane of hair, his pale face is often obsured, and yet when you look past the long bangs you fine somewhat bushy eye brows, and a pointed nose. Piercing eyes and subtle lips.
Torso: Extremely built. HIs chest is covered in strong large muscles, that ripple underneath his skin. A few scars. One on his upper shoulder, his lower left abs, and one over his navel. Stab and slash wounds from his lifestyle.
Arms: Again muscular and built, with it come a geat deal of strength. On his left arm is a celtic tattoo that encircles his bicep
Legs: Legs are muscular but no where near the kind of muscle in his upper body.
Feet: His feet are a size 12, and often seen in the shiney polished black shoes.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: none
Shirts: Very rare for him to be seen in anything other then button down dress shirts unless he is out in the gym or doing another physically demanding activity, over these shirts he tends to wear a thin black vest.
Pants: Enjoys wearing dress slacks, they are slightly baggy to allow for freer movement but have a very sharp look to them none the less.
Shoes: He has the shirts, and the pants so it would be a sin for him not to have a fine collection of shoes to match his attire, plain and black with a slight shine.
Misc: Carries around a pocket watch within his vest pocket.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Kenpo
Years Practiced: 7 years rank, third brown
Description of style: A style that encompasses a great deal and at times is refered to as a mixed martial art or self defense art. Josiah could really not care what the hell its called only caring about the way he knows how to use it. Focusing more on the rapid fire liner and circular strikes Josiah attacks with both his fist and his legs in an overwhelming succession only blocking when he has to though he tends rather to deflect an attack with one of his own.
When it comes to the grappling and locks of this system while Josiah is versed in them he has never truly been able to utilize them to their full extent for the fact they take to long for him and do not give him the end result he is ultimately looking for.
History Information
History:
Not a happy history at all. Poor Josiah was born into a decent family the youngest of 2 brother with a sever age gap between them. Life was plain at first, the youngest son in a normal family, his brother in college by the time he was in preschool and his parents with flexible jobs allowing them to be home and shower young Josiah with all the love he could ask for.
But this tale sadly takes a turn for the worst just as Josiah turned 8 years old. It was suppose to be a happy day after all it was his birthday, he remembered sitting in class smiling thinking of when he would get home to have his cake with his mother and father, he knew they had gotten him the game consul he had been begging for and could not wait to get home. It was around lunch time when Josiah remembered the rain starting because recess was canceled suddenly. But a period of recess was not all the rain would steal form him that day.
It was four oclock, his parents were so late picking him up, something that had never happened. He had to stay in the cafeteria playing a boring game of checkers with one of the faculty members who barely spoke unless it was to constantly ask him if he was okay for some reason. Josiah was okay, but what he really wanted was his cake and a night to play with his new games, he was 8 now which meant mommy would let him stay up till 9 o’clock, it was plenty of time to play.
It was then his older brother walked into the cafeteria soaking wet, his own red eyes looked as though they were bleeding. At first Josiah smiled thinking Zeke was here for his Birthday tonight, but then the truth was laid on the 8 year old boy by his 24 yr old brother. And for the first time his world was shattered.
He went to live with his brother in his apartment with his girlfriend, at first it was okay, Zeke’s girlfriend was a nice girl he had met in college who had studied educational studies, so she knew how t deal with a child such as himself. But Zeke himself was not nearly as nice as his girlfriend. His parents sudden death had hit him hard and supporting an 8 year old now his brother or not was putting a stain on him. Zeke began to turn to drugs, over two years his addiction kept growing to the point he put himself in debt, not only in life but also to those he had been buying drugs off of in credit.
At ten years old Josiah remembered that night so clearly, a man in a dark suit came into the apartment and roughed up his brother, hitting Josiah across the room when he tried to help Zeke knocking him unconsious. When he woke up, he remembered Zeke crying, he didn’t go to school the next day, Zeke kept him home trying to remind him of how much he loved him, talking about memories with their parents. It was like that the whole day until the night came.
Zeke took Josiah out that night leaving his girlfriend at home. He took Josiah to a beautiful home, he was wondering what was going on, it was like one of those places he saw on t.v with the long drive ways and everything. When they pulled up to the house there were two men there, one of them looking at young Josiah very intently as Zeke got him out of the car.
‘Consider your debt paid’ Said the one who was looking at Josiah before his strong hand grabbed his wrist harshly. Josiah remembered trying to squirm away, trying t get to Zeke who was crying as he got back into his car, but as Zeke sped off Jo realized his brother didn’t want him any more. And later that night Josiah was painfully introduced to the fact his brother betrayed him as his innocents was forcibly taken from him by the perverted Mafioso Zeke had basically sold him to.
A full year like this, of pain, of tears, of feeling like he was less the human, just this perverts play thing. That was until the stupid pig got sloppy one night. It was right after he violated Josiah yet again, he remembers it well, the fat fuck had been to distracted to realize the knife that had fallen out of his jacket pocket. Josiah gabbed it before his tormentor realized it and stabed the fucker right in his double chinned throat, over and over again until the blood stopped flowing. He had freed himself, or so he thought.
James Haris, that was the name of the man that entered the house that morning looking for his boss, only to find him in a pool of blood and young Josiah huddled in a corner, the knife he had used the night before still tightly gripped in his hand. Being the second in command James knew he should have killed the kid, but he had done him a favor, the pervert fat fuck was going to die soon anyway but Josiah had done the job James and others had planned for months to raise to their own power. He could not help but take pitty on the boy and decided to make the now 11 year old Josiah part of his new family.
It was from that age Josiah became like a human again, Boss Haris was kind to the young boy and at the same time tough as well. He expected the boy to earn his keep by doing what ever possible. Soon Josiah was running drugs to customers, working in a front own by Haris and being taught the so called tools of the trade. As he got older the tools got more fun, he was taught by one of the soldiers how to fight, how to cracks locks and safes by another, and many other things.
He soon began to dress like the Mafioso’s around him, with the money he was earning he could afford it, even with the rent he had to pay for food and a place to live under Haris’s roof. And then after years and years at the age of 16 Josiah was taught by one of the made men how to kill, and Josiah sharp had never known such happiness then since he was a child, quickly earning him the nick name Heartless Jo do to his cold hearted nature.
He liked his life like this, enjoyed it thoroughly, until the day that Haris himself was marked for termination. While Jo had other friends in this world it was made clear to him that since he had been so close to Haris business wise those who planned to take over had intentions of killing him off as well. Knowing he would have died trying to fight the odds Josiah made a decision to move away and stay under the radar. Leaving his life behind he moved to long beach and used his money to buy a stable place to live, and now after forging a few document is ready to attend public school 259 hopping that for the moment he can life a quite life and that his past will not come to catch him.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Small yet very comfortable beach house
Roommates: N/A at the moment
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
