Post by VooDoo on Sept 10, 2009 14:16:22 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Jason Tellis (Nobody Know)
Also Known As: VooDoo
Age: 16
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 170
Blood Type: AB+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: White but changes due to his mood; Instantaneous
Hair: White but changes due to his mood; Instantaneous
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Fighting, stealing, searching for the Organization, drug dealing and doing the drugs
Talents: Killing, never surrendering unless unconscious, drug dealing and doing the drugs
Favorite things: Fighting, money, drug dealing and doing the drugs
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: N/A
Mental Information
Personality: Jason doesn’t have much of a personality and that is his flaw. Since he was six he was taken away and trained to not love or feel for anyone. He feels the bad emotions like anger and frustration. Since he never was loved for ten years he lost the capabilities to do so. He really doesn’t bother fighting people. His only thing that is always on his mind is that he has to find the organization. He doesn’t care if you look bigger than he is. He is cocky.
Mentality: He will get what he wants
Ideal: There is no room for the weak
Belief: Atheist
Physical Information
Build: Muscular
Defining Marks: None
Description: Jason is a very muscular guy. He has two pecks that are clearly defined. He has a six pack due to the organization. He is not ripped by any means but his isn’t a scrawny little kid either though. He has average sized feet, and average head. His hair is a snowy white as are his eyes. His whole eye actually changes color due to DNA alteration. This also goes for his hair to. His history explains it. He is fast due to the training and he is very intelligent. He usually doesn’t use his muscles as much as other people due. He tries to use the environment to his advantage. He is not very intimidating so most people like to pick on him. He is average in height compared to most other kids.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Doesn’t like head wear
Shirts: Usually something on the darker side, hates bright colors
Pants: Likes black or dark blue jeans
Shoes: Usually whatever
Misc: None
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street fighting, Muay Thai
Years Practiced: Ten
Description of style: Jason likes to mess around with his opponents most of the time so he starts in a fighting style of Muay Thai. He uses his body like it is a lethal weapon and doesn’t usually lose. If he starts to lose hi fights dirty. He will rip off your ear if he gets the chance. Jason does not like to lose.
History Information
History: Nobody is to know history. The only thing they think is that he is just the new kid.
Jason lived a good couple years. His parents were wealthy but not rich either. His dad was a judge and his mother was an interior designer. Jason’s room was always the way he wanted. His parents gave him what he wanted all the time. Jason was six and outside playing on his tricycle when a black van came racing down the street. Jason stopped on the sidewalk as the van turned and came to a dead stop at the curb where Jason was. The doors flew open and three masked men grabbed poor little Jason. They blind folded him and took him somewhere deep underground, Jason heard the guys call it “Station X”. Jason felt one of the guys pick him up and was thrown over the man’s shoulders. He could feel every step the man took until Jason felt like he was flying through the air. The ground came fast and Jason yelled. Jason stood up and took off the blindfold when he was suddenly punched in the face. This kid was only six but getting beaten. Jason looked around and noticed it was three strange dudes.
The strange dudes started to tell Jason that his dad gave him away to be experimented on and that he would never see his parents again. Jason broke down into tears and he was punched again. This mad him cry even more, and the more punches the men threw the more the kid cried until Jason was knocked out.
Jason woke up in a small bed. It had no sheets and there was blood on it, his blood. Jason looked around and saw that there was other beds in a small room. There was about 10 other kids and a lot of them were bigger than Jason. The kids all looked frightened and Jason didn’t know why. He didn’t understand when he heard the footsteps outside the room. One of the strange men that had beaten Jason had walked in the room alone and started to say something.
“Listen up you little punks. You are here because your parents didn’t want you anymore and now you are ours. We are going to turn you into super weapons. We will run tests on you guys daily and try to manipulate your genetic coding. If you don’t like this TOO BAD!!!! There is no other option.” With that a whole bunch of scientists rushed in. Three of them ran right for Jason and Jason lunged for the bed. He thought he would be able to stay there and they wouldn’t bother with him. He was wrong. One of the men grabbed his ankle and dragged him out. Jason had nothing to hold onto so he went. Another guy came and grabbed Jason’s arms. He was carried out the door and down a long hall. Finally the two men had carried him into what looked like an operating room. They threw him on a table and restrained him in. The men started to put masks on and Jason went unconscious.
Jason was a machine now, or at least it seemed that way. The kid fought like he was made to do it. For the last seven years this was his daily routine. He would get up, fight, go to class, get beaten by the guys of the organization and eat whatever he got. Occasionally scientists would experiment on him and the other boys to help them become better at what they wanted him to do. They wanted the kids to become destroyers, to become the perfect assassins. They were quick and intelligent. The kids practiced fighting each other for years.
Jason got his first hit. They told him that they thought he was ready. It was a 35 year old judge who just sentenced one of the leaders to prison for life. Jason looked at them knowing this is what he was made for. Jason grabbed the sheet of paper and ran. Jason ran back to his little room and grabbed the only thing he would need. His dart and his poison vial. This would be an easy task. Jason dressed in his grayish cloak. They organization taught him not to where black cause you never fit in around you. Instead you wore gray for that was more the color of night.
Jason went on the roofs and ran across them until he found what he was looking for. It was an old pub that the man went to every night. Jason sat and waited around. A couple of hours later his deader arrived. The man was stumbling out of the pub, obviously to much to drink, and he turned down the alley. It was the perfect place to kill him. It was also very easy. The man turned the corner and Jason vaulted. Jason landed behind him as quiet as a mouse and stabbed the man with the dart. Easy enough, this was what he was trained for.
Jason was ordered to the medical room. He knew what was coming. The doctors were doing the monthly check ups to see if anything was wrong. The thing was that there were things wrong with him. He couldn’t feel to like or love anyone. It was just something he didn’t do. It was a feeling he had lost over the ten year span. He was to hate and kill, that was it.
Jason blew into the doors and the scientists told him to do something that they usually didn’t. They told him to lie on the table. Jason remembered the table was to represent that they were going to experiment. Shit!!! Jason complied and the doctors came up to him with a needle. They told him that it was to help him become a better shifter. It would help him take the appearance of someone else. Jason lied there and waited for the doctors. He felt the needle hit his vein and suddenly his arm felt on fire. He didn’t know what to do so he pulled and squirmed. He wasn’t paying attention when the doctors had put the restraints on him. After about five minutes of squirming the pain was unbearable and he passed out.
A couple days later he came back to consciousness. The first thing he did was looked in the mirror. He noticed that his eyes and hair were now a snowy white but that was all that had changed. He tried to change his hair color but he couldn’t. The doctors burst in the door, obviously to check up on him, when they called the guards. Now what had he done. The guards came in and Jason just stood there.. He hadn’t done anything but the doctors told him that he was a failure and they were throwing him out. Before he could say anything he blacked out again.
About an hour later he came through. He was in a dumpster in the back of an alley. He stood up and stumbled out of the trash can. He rolled and stood back up without missing a beat. He didn’t know where he was or whether or not he was anywhere near the organization. His goal would be to find it but right now it was just to get out of the clothes. Jason walked out and noticed it was sort of a slow day. There weren’t many cars on the road and not very many people either. There was one person walking towards him though. Quickly he ducked back into the alley. When the man hit where the alley began Jason jumped out and launched the man back into the alley. Quickly Jason snapped his neck. It wasn’t good but the man had money. He had a loaded wallet with a couple hundred dollars. Jason threw the man in the nearby dumpster and got out of there.
Jason walked back out and went to the nearest clothing store. He bought a bunch of clothes, total came out to about 350 dollars. It was a good amount. The next thing on his agenda was to find a place to stay. Jason continued to walk down the street. He noticed an abandoned building a couple blocks down. That would be where he stayed. Quickly Jason ran down to the building, went behind it and broke in. It was infested with rats. It would have to do of course but it didn’t matter to much to him about the rats. They were just rats. Jason noticed there was some old furniture that was left. It was a couch and a table. Perfect, this was it. Jason would get a job and attend the nearest school. He had money left over from the man and it would last until he got a real job. Until then he would steal others money and live off of that.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: An old abandoned building
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
Name: Jason Tellis (Nobody Know)
Also Known As: VooDoo
Age: 16
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 170
Blood Type: AB+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: White but changes due to his mood; Instantaneous
Hair: White but changes due to his mood; Instantaneous
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Fighting, stealing, searching for the Organization, drug dealing and doing the drugs
Talents: Killing, never surrendering unless unconscious, drug dealing and doing the drugs
Favorite things: Fighting, money, drug dealing and doing the drugs
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: N/A
Mental Information
Personality: Jason doesn’t have much of a personality and that is his flaw. Since he was six he was taken away and trained to not love or feel for anyone. He feels the bad emotions like anger and frustration. Since he never was loved for ten years he lost the capabilities to do so. He really doesn’t bother fighting people. His only thing that is always on his mind is that he has to find the organization. He doesn’t care if you look bigger than he is. He is cocky.
Mentality: He will get what he wants
Ideal: There is no room for the weak
Belief: Atheist
Physical Information
Build: Muscular
Defining Marks: None
Description: Jason is a very muscular guy. He has two pecks that are clearly defined. He has a six pack due to the organization. He is not ripped by any means but his isn’t a scrawny little kid either though. He has average sized feet, and average head. His hair is a snowy white as are his eyes. His whole eye actually changes color due to DNA alteration. This also goes for his hair to. His history explains it. He is fast due to the training and he is very intelligent. He usually doesn’t use his muscles as much as other people due. He tries to use the environment to his advantage. He is not very intimidating so most people like to pick on him. He is average in height compared to most other kids.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Doesn’t like head wear
Shirts: Usually something on the darker side, hates bright colors
Pants: Likes black or dark blue jeans
Shoes: Usually whatever
Misc: None
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street fighting, Muay Thai
Years Practiced: Ten
Description of style: Jason likes to mess around with his opponents most of the time so he starts in a fighting style of Muay Thai. He uses his body like it is a lethal weapon and doesn’t usually lose. If he starts to lose hi fights dirty. He will rip off your ear if he gets the chance. Jason does not like to lose.
History Information
History: Nobody is to know history. The only thing they think is that he is just the new kid.
Jason lived a good couple years. His parents were wealthy but not rich either. His dad was a judge and his mother was an interior designer. Jason’s room was always the way he wanted. His parents gave him what he wanted all the time. Jason was six and outside playing on his tricycle when a black van came racing down the street. Jason stopped on the sidewalk as the van turned and came to a dead stop at the curb where Jason was. The doors flew open and three masked men grabbed poor little Jason. They blind folded him and took him somewhere deep underground, Jason heard the guys call it “Station X”. Jason felt one of the guys pick him up and was thrown over the man’s shoulders. He could feel every step the man took until Jason felt like he was flying through the air. The ground came fast and Jason yelled. Jason stood up and took off the blindfold when he was suddenly punched in the face. This kid was only six but getting beaten. Jason looked around and noticed it was three strange dudes.
The strange dudes started to tell Jason that his dad gave him away to be experimented on and that he would never see his parents again. Jason broke down into tears and he was punched again. This mad him cry even more, and the more punches the men threw the more the kid cried until Jason was knocked out.
Jason woke up in a small bed. It had no sheets and there was blood on it, his blood. Jason looked around and saw that there was other beds in a small room. There was about 10 other kids and a lot of them were bigger than Jason. The kids all looked frightened and Jason didn’t know why. He didn’t understand when he heard the footsteps outside the room. One of the strange men that had beaten Jason had walked in the room alone and started to say something.
“Listen up you little punks. You are here because your parents didn’t want you anymore and now you are ours. We are going to turn you into super weapons. We will run tests on you guys daily and try to manipulate your genetic coding. If you don’t like this TOO BAD!!!! There is no other option.” With that a whole bunch of scientists rushed in. Three of them ran right for Jason and Jason lunged for the bed. He thought he would be able to stay there and they wouldn’t bother with him. He was wrong. One of the men grabbed his ankle and dragged him out. Jason had nothing to hold onto so he went. Another guy came and grabbed Jason’s arms. He was carried out the door and down a long hall. Finally the two men had carried him into what looked like an operating room. They threw him on a table and restrained him in. The men started to put masks on and Jason went unconscious.
13 Yrs. Old
Jason was a machine now, or at least it seemed that way. The kid fought like he was made to do it. For the last seven years this was his daily routine. He would get up, fight, go to class, get beaten by the guys of the organization and eat whatever he got. Occasionally scientists would experiment on him and the other boys to help them become better at what they wanted him to do. They wanted the kids to become destroyers, to become the perfect assassins. They were quick and intelligent. The kids practiced fighting each other for years.
Jason got his first hit. They told him that they thought he was ready. It was a 35 year old judge who just sentenced one of the leaders to prison for life. Jason looked at them knowing this is what he was made for. Jason grabbed the sheet of paper and ran. Jason ran back to his little room and grabbed the only thing he would need. His dart and his poison vial. This would be an easy task. Jason dressed in his grayish cloak. They organization taught him not to where black cause you never fit in around you. Instead you wore gray for that was more the color of night.
Jason went on the roofs and ran across them until he found what he was looking for. It was an old pub that the man went to every night. Jason sat and waited around. A couple of hours later his deader arrived. The man was stumbling out of the pub, obviously to much to drink, and he turned down the alley. It was the perfect place to kill him. It was also very easy. The man turned the corner and Jason vaulted. Jason landed behind him as quiet as a mouse and stabbed the man with the dart. Easy enough, this was what he was trained for.
16 Yrs. Old
Jason was ordered to the medical room. He knew what was coming. The doctors were doing the monthly check ups to see if anything was wrong. The thing was that there were things wrong with him. He couldn’t feel to like or love anyone. It was just something he didn’t do. It was a feeling he had lost over the ten year span. He was to hate and kill, that was it.
Jason blew into the doors and the scientists told him to do something that they usually didn’t. They told him to lie on the table. Jason remembered the table was to represent that they were going to experiment. Shit!!! Jason complied and the doctors came up to him with a needle. They told him that it was to help him become a better shifter. It would help him take the appearance of someone else. Jason lied there and waited for the doctors. He felt the needle hit his vein and suddenly his arm felt on fire. He didn’t know what to do so he pulled and squirmed. He wasn’t paying attention when the doctors had put the restraints on him. After about five minutes of squirming the pain was unbearable and he passed out.
A couple days later he came back to consciousness. The first thing he did was looked in the mirror. He noticed that his eyes and hair were now a snowy white but that was all that had changed. He tried to change his hair color but he couldn’t. The doctors burst in the door, obviously to check up on him, when they called the guards. Now what had he done. The guards came in and Jason just stood there.. He hadn’t done anything but the doctors told him that he was a failure and they were throwing him out. Before he could say anything he blacked out again.
About an hour later he came through. He was in a dumpster in the back of an alley. He stood up and stumbled out of the trash can. He rolled and stood back up without missing a beat. He didn’t know where he was or whether or not he was anywhere near the organization. His goal would be to find it but right now it was just to get out of the clothes. Jason walked out and noticed it was sort of a slow day. There weren’t many cars on the road and not very many people either. There was one person walking towards him though. Quickly he ducked back into the alley. When the man hit where the alley began Jason jumped out and launched the man back into the alley. Quickly Jason snapped his neck. It wasn’t good but the man had money. He had a loaded wallet with a couple hundred dollars. Jason threw the man in the nearby dumpster and got out of there.
Jason walked back out and went to the nearest clothing store. He bought a bunch of clothes, total came out to about 350 dollars. It was a good amount. The next thing on his agenda was to find a place to stay. Jason continued to walk down the street. He noticed an abandoned building a couple blocks down. That would be where he stayed. Quickly Jason ran down to the building, went behind it and broke in. It was infested with rats. It would have to do of course but it didn’t matter to much to him about the rats. They were just rats. Jason noticed there was some old furniture that was left. It was a couch and a table. Perfect, this was it. Jason would get a job and attend the nearest school. He had money left over from the man and it would last until he got a real job. Until then he would steal others money and live off of that.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: An old abandoned building
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
