Post by Jericho on Jul 23, 2008 19:09:54 GMT -8
True Name: Sebastian Von Dutch
Street Name: "Jericho"
Age: 18
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 170 pounds
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German/Dutch/English
Blood Type: A-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown
Eye Color: Black
Hair: None
Pass Time Information
-Hobbies-
Fitness training, Urban and rural exploring, Whatever he feels like
-Talents-
Language skills, Criminal acts, Whatever catches his fancy
-Favorite things-
Smiling, Fresh razor blades, Warm weather, Anarchy
Mental Information
-Personality-
His thoughts and personality are erratic at best. Eccentric, impulsive, dangerous, antisocial, no words can pin him down. His manner and his feelings change in a split second. There are no patterns, no rhyme or reason. If anarchy existed in a person's mind, you'd get only a vague idea of the hyper insanity going on in his head. “I am who I am. And people don’t get that, cause they’re always being someone else.”
-Mentality-
Super-sanity. “I got it from a comic book. It’s like saying I create myself each day, I’m never the same. It’s not multiple personalities, that’s bullshit. It’s true perception man, whatever I feel, that’s me. It's the only way to exist. Of course people tell me I’m bipolar, schizophrenic, down right crazy. Maybe they’re right…who knows?”
-Ideal-
“Go with the flow. True neutrality is often mistaken as immoral after all.”
-Belief-
None. “Who has time for a god or anyone else? Sure he probably exists but what the fuck do I care?”
-Hobbies-
Fitness training, Urban and rural exploring, Whatever he feels like
-Talents-
Language skills, Criminal acts, Whatever catches his fancy
-Favorite things-
Smiling, Fresh razor blades, Warm weather, Anarchy
Mental Information
-Personality-
His thoughts and personality are erratic at best. Eccentric, impulsive, dangerous, antisocial, no words can pin him down. His manner and his feelings change in a split second. There are no patterns, no rhyme or reason. If anarchy existed in a person's mind, you'd get only a vague idea of the hyper insanity going on in his head. “I am who I am. And people don’t get that, cause they’re always being someone else.”
-Mentality-
Super-sanity. “I got it from a comic book. It’s like saying I create myself each day, I’m never the same. It’s not multiple personalities, that’s bullshit. It’s true perception man, whatever I feel, that’s me. It's the only way to exist. Of course people tell me I’m bipolar, schizophrenic, down right crazy. Maybe they’re right…who knows?”
-Ideal-
“Go with the flow. True neutrality is often mistaken as immoral after all.”
-Belief-
None. “Who has time for a god or anyone else? Sure he probably exists but what the fuck do I care?”
Physical Information
-Build-
Ever seen a picture of Kelly Slater? You know, that famous surfer guy?
Kelly Slater
Well he's a lot like that, except not as tan. He's lithe and toned. His muscles are far from large but what he has is incredibly defined. He almost never trains with weights so his entire physique is a result of body weight movements, thus his chiseled, lean look. He has zero body hair, not even underarm or pubic hair. He has a fair complexion that is just shy of being pale and he has no blemishes of any kind. The only distinguishing features are a series of small burn and scar marks and one particularly long, thin scar traveling from his shoulder all the way to his waist.
-Head-
Totally bald by choice, he shaves it daily to keep it as close as possible. It’s nearly impossible to see stubble of any kind. In fact the only hair he has on his entire body is his already thin eyebrows, but only because he hasn’t thought of shaving them off yet. His head is angular and tear shaped, ending in a sharp chin and extremely defined jaw line. His nose is thin and his brow heavy. He constantly has a large, snearing grin on his face, with his eyebrows pushed together and angled upward across his forehead. This look, in the words of a brief acquaintance, makes him look “…like a hyena. You know, the sick, evil kind that finds everything funny? Like that.”
-Torso-
Very well proportioned and detailed like much of his body. A long thin scar as mentioned before cuts vertically from his shoulder to his waist. Nothing spectacular, the torso you'd expect of a fit young man nearing his peak.
-Arms-
Same as detailed before: hairless, muscular in a gymnast/surfer sort of way. Has unusually long and narrow fingers, though not lacking strength in any way.
-Legs-
Well proportioned, hairless, the middle ground between a distance runner and a sprinter in terms of muscularity and strength. Did I mention he has three? Well, according to him anyway, a "third leg." Get it?
-Feet-
Size 12, ten toes with short toenails. Honestly what else were you expecting?
-Build-
Ever seen a picture of Kelly Slater? You know, that famous surfer guy?
Kelly Slater
Well he's a lot like that, except not as tan. He's lithe and toned. His muscles are far from large but what he has is incredibly defined. He almost never trains with weights so his entire physique is a result of body weight movements, thus his chiseled, lean look. He has zero body hair, not even underarm or pubic hair. He has a fair complexion that is just shy of being pale and he has no blemishes of any kind. The only distinguishing features are a series of small burn and scar marks and one particularly long, thin scar traveling from his shoulder all the way to his waist.
-Head-
Totally bald by choice, he shaves it daily to keep it as close as possible. It’s nearly impossible to see stubble of any kind. In fact the only hair he has on his entire body is his already thin eyebrows, but only because he hasn’t thought of shaving them off yet. His head is angular and tear shaped, ending in a sharp chin and extremely defined jaw line. His nose is thin and his brow heavy. He constantly has a large, snearing grin on his face, with his eyebrows pushed together and angled upward across his forehead. This look, in the words of a brief acquaintance, makes him look “…like a hyena. You know, the sick, evil kind that finds everything funny? Like that.”
-Torso-
Very well proportioned and detailed like much of his body. A long thin scar as mentioned before cuts vertically from his shoulder to his waist. Nothing spectacular, the torso you'd expect of a fit young man nearing his peak.
-Arms-
Same as detailed before: hairless, muscular in a gymnast/surfer sort of way. Has unusually long and narrow fingers, though not lacking strength in any way.
-Legs-
Well proportioned, hairless, the middle ground between a distance runner and a sprinter in terms of muscularity and strength. Did I mention he has three? Well, according to him anyway, a "third leg." Get it?
-Feet-
Size 12, ten toes with short toenails. Honestly what else were you expecting?
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
None. Ever.
-Shirts-
He has no particular favorites. He’ll wear whatever’s on hand. But he has a tendency to wear black items, like tank tops and button shirts. Of course he’s just as likely to wear nothing at all.
-Pants-
Again, nothing is his favorite piece. Jeans, Cargo pants, shorts, whatever works. The only tendency is towards black or dark colors.
-Shoes-
Sneakers mostly, boots if he’s lost the current pair. Dark colors again, never a name brand.
-Misc-
Nothing special. For some odd reason he seems to like marking the edges of his eyes with a smudge of red paint. He doesn’t even know why. He just does. Says it makes him look cool.
None. Ever.
-Shirts-
He has no particular favorites. He’ll wear whatever’s on hand. But he has a tendency to wear black items, like tank tops and button shirts. Of course he’s just as likely to wear nothing at all.
-Pants-
Again, nothing is his favorite piece. Jeans, Cargo pants, shorts, whatever works. The only tendency is towards black or dark colors.
-Shoes-
Sneakers mostly, boots if he’s lost the current pair. Dark colors again, never a name brand.
-Misc-
Nothing special. For some odd reason he seems to like marking the edges of his eyes with a smudge of red paint. He doesn’t even know why. He just does. Says it makes him look cool.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Survival
Years Practiced: 18
Fighting Style: Survival
Years Practiced: 18
-Description of style-
Survival is less a fighting style and more a way of thinking, a thought process. There are no limits, no rules, just like the rest of his life. Choking, stabbing, breaking fingers, crushing nuts, throwing ‘em off a roof. Whatever gets the job done. Whatever is on hand can and will be used as a weapon. Any bystanders are fair game if they serve a purpose, any loved one a target. For him there is no such thing as honor or a warrior spirit. He is creative, cunning, and brutal on a level bordering sadistic. Nothing will stop him.
On top of this 'anything goes' mentality, he has total disregard for his body and his safety. He will purposefully injure himself or expose himself to danger in an attempt to attack. He's not masochistic, he doesn't enjoy pain. He feels pain and can obviously be killed or slowed down by means such as knocking him out or breaking bones. But he ignores all signs of injury. He'll lick blood from his lips, laugh hysterically when burned, and scream like a girl if his eye gets gouged. Nothing makes sense. It never does.
Survival is less a fighting style and more a way of thinking, a thought process. There are no limits, no rules, just like the rest of his life. Choking, stabbing, breaking fingers, crushing nuts, throwing ‘em off a roof. Whatever gets the job done. Whatever is on hand can and will be used as a weapon. Any bystanders are fair game if they serve a purpose, any loved one a target. For him there is no such thing as honor or a warrior spirit. He is creative, cunning, and brutal on a level bordering sadistic. Nothing will stop him.
On top of this 'anything goes' mentality, he has total disregard for his body and his safety. He will purposefully injure himself or expose himself to danger in an attempt to attack. He's not masochistic, he doesn't enjoy pain. He feels pain and can obviously be killed or slowed down by means such as knocking him out or breaking bones. But he ignores all signs of injury. He'll lick blood from his lips, laugh hysterically when burned, and scream like a girl if his eye gets gouged. Nothing makes sense. It never does.
--Strengths--
-Unusually high stamina and pain tolerance.
-Above average strength though not spectacular.
-Ingenius use of surroundings and openings.
-"The ends justify the means." Willingness to go to any and all lengths to secure victory.
--Weaknesses--
-Not knowledgable about other fighting styles or techniques.
-Tendency to become distracted or overwhelmed by situation.
-Speed is average at best.
-Doesn't know when to quit. For either himself or the opponent(s)
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Men's Dormitory
Roommates: None. Yet.
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 2 (Injured one and attempted assault on another when first brought in to fill out paper work. When questioned about it later he is reported to have shrugged and remarked, “The one made fun of my bald head. The other one was wearing red shoes.”
| 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 |
