Post by John Nemo on Dec 2, 2012 16:01:09 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Johnathon Michael Suddenfield
Also Known As: Nemo
Age: 33
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 245lbs
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Bright Green
Hair: Sandy Blonde
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: He likes numbers, physics,etc. He's a star gazer, and more recently, a Serial Killer.
Talents: He's a fan of technology, and knows some things about stitching wounds. He likes to brawl, and he has a knack for shit talking.
Favorite things: Finding people, killing, physics, stars
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: N/A
Mental Information
Personality: John is a person who seems cold, unfeeling, and calculative. He's a killer and doesn't shy from that. He's murdered hundreds in his quest for the blood of one, and is only slightly insane in that. Behind closed doors, he sheds tears over his past, and asks for forgiveness from his daughter on a daily basis. He can get close to you, enough that he might let you see his sanity, but good luck trying.
Mentality: Teetering on insanity.
Ideal: "One plus one equals fuck off"
Belief: None are guiltless.
Physical Information
Build: Large, all muscles. Very brawny. Generally wears baggy clothes to hide that, however
Defining Marks: Has burns on his arms, from holding his dying daughter.
Description: Tall, very beefy. He's not one of those big guys whose toned and ripped because he hits the weights- his muscles are built in fire. First as a farmer, then as a miner. He's very top heavy, but his legs are nothing to turn your nose up at. He has sandy blonde hair, with bright green eyes, and a strong jawline. He always wears a necklace, though none know what's inside the locket at the end.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: N/A
Shirts: He wears normal Tees, tanks, sweaters, the ilk. Usually covers his body with baggier clothes (Heavy sweaters, jackets, etc)
Pants: Normal Jeans
Shoes: Boots, for the most part
Misc: He wears a necklace (Locket)
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: He has no style- he brawls, and just tries to inflic pain in any way he can. Has a loose boxing background, but only from beating up on kids at school, and generally when they were messing around.
Years Practiced: All his life
Description of style: Not much to put here. He is a fighter, likes to use his fists and muscles. Relies HEAVILY on his Qi to fight, as it's generally what gives him an edge. Can take a hit, but his generally just the buffest of the buff.
History Information
History: John had a…rather normal life, compared to most. He was born in Ohio, son of a Farmer. His mother was a houseworker, kept the place in top shape for his father, who ran a tight ship. He bred chickens, cows, pigs. Grew wheat, barley, and various other plants and vegetables likes Carrots, turnips, onions, etc. John himself grew up fast- his dad busted his ass on the farm, putting more muscle on his body by the age of sixteen than most men had at thirty. By the time John was nineteen, he was a full five inches taller than his father and twice the bulk.
One day, a car flew up the drive. Apparently, his father (who had been working on the field on the road) suffered a stroke and was rushed to the hospital. He fell into a coma and stayed that way for the better part of a week before passing on. His mother, wreck with grief, sold the farm and moved them to the other side of the country, taking up shop in Seattle. John went to college, and when he turned 24, graduated with a PHD in physics. By the time he was twenty seven, Barker took note of the research he was committed to, and hired him on to his labs.
John got married to Sandra Wilson at twenty eight, and had a daughter, whom he named Jessica. They moved to Las Vegas, New Mexico, where he could be close to Barkers research facility. A year or so ago today, our story pics up.
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"Daddy, could you read me a story?"
"Ugh…again?"
"Daaaaaaddy…"
"Oh Goodness… Don't cry you ugly little thing, I'm coming."
She giggled. It was lifted his spirits to watch his daughter laugh. She just turned five a few weeks ago, and was excited at having grown so much. He was far less excited. Still, he was glad at least that she still wanted to read with him. It was a tradition he had started when she was two. Just before bed, he'd crawl in with her, pop open a book, and he would read to her until sleep tickled at her eyes. His wife, Sandra, was out in the Foyer, watch the news, munching on some popcorn. Giving her a kiss on his way through, she smiled after the peck, giving him a wink as he made his way into his Daughters room. It was like walking into a… well, into a little girls room.
Pink covered the walls, with horse pictures and photos lined along it. Once picture showed her sitting atop a horse, waving at the camera, little blonde locks caught in the morning wind. She was the bravest girl he had ever known. At barely five, she climbed up on a horse like it was second nature, and even when she got sore after, she smiled for hours, skipping along and laughing when she had to stop because of the ache in her legs. She had told him it was the best birthday ever. He let out a deep breath at the memory. Book shelves also lines the walls, covered in every kids book imaginable. On the bed, Jessica climbed over her covers and crawled under, picking up the book she already picked out, turning her bright green eyes up at him.
"Lets read this one again!"
He looked at the cover.
"Twenty thousand leagues under the sea? We read this a lot…what about another one?"
"Noooo… I want this one."
He grinned.
"Alright then, scoot over."
He climbed in, on top of the covers, popping open the book with one hand while she clasped the other arm, watching the book as he read. She couldn't read just yet, but was trying, and though he would never tell her, he was glad she was having difficulty. The particular story he was reading wasn't exactly a children's book, and he had to change a lot of things in it to make it acceptable. But when she found him reading it one night, she became obsessed with it's story, wanting to hear it over and over. So, he had to try and make the changes he did to it make sense, and rememberable. Luckily, his mind and memory had never been a problem. He read on, the little girl sticking a thumb in her mouth. Towards the end, she grew sleepy.
"Daddy…?"
"Yes hun?"
"Captain Nemo is brave, huh?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Am I brave?"
He looked down at her.
"Yes, Very Brave."
She smiled, eyes still closed.
"Cuz I was thinking, I wish my name was Nemo. I like that name "
He smiled as he kissed the top of her head, the little one drifting off to sleep, not replying further. He closed the book, setting it down on the nightstand as he flicked out the light. Scooting her further under the covers, he again kissed her cheek. He stopped at the door, turning to look back at her.
"Well…Goodnight then, Little Nemo."
He left it open a crack as he made his way back out into the living room-
FLASH- one week later
"NO! No! no no no no no no-"
He ran, the fire sirens blaring. His house was lifting into the sky, flames well above the room. He pushed through the crowd, a fireman trying to stop him, grabbing him round the middle.
"MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER'S IN THERE!"
"Sir! It's too late! Running in there is Suici-"
He decked the man in the mask, rushing past him. He grabbed a bucket of water that was used to clean off the boots of men coming from the house, dumping the dirty water on him. He pushed past another man and dove through the front window, heat searing over him as his eyes rose to the man who stood, covered in blood, in the middle of his living room.
"Hello John."
((IF possible, i'd like to keep the rest hidden for IC drama. But if needed, I can PM you the rest.))
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: A run down apartment in the ghetto
Roommates: No current room mates
Stats:
Strength: 20
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom:14
Charisma: 15
+4 exp, fathers day gift
+1 exp fight with Delilah (+1 win)
+1 exp fight with Delilah (+1 loss)
Name: Johnathon Michael Suddenfield
Also Known As: Nemo
Age: 33
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 245lbs
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Bright Green
Hair: Sandy Blonde
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: He likes numbers, physics,etc. He's a star gazer, and more recently, a Serial Killer.
Talents: He's a fan of technology, and knows some things about stitching wounds. He likes to brawl, and he has a knack for shit talking.
Favorite things: Finding people, killing, physics, stars
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: N/A
Mental Information
Personality: John is a person who seems cold, unfeeling, and calculative. He's a killer and doesn't shy from that. He's murdered hundreds in his quest for the blood of one, and is only slightly insane in that. Behind closed doors, he sheds tears over his past, and asks for forgiveness from his daughter on a daily basis. He can get close to you, enough that he might let you see his sanity, but good luck trying.
Mentality: Teetering on insanity.
Ideal: "One plus one equals fuck off"
Belief: None are guiltless.
Physical Information
Build: Large, all muscles. Very brawny. Generally wears baggy clothes to hide that, however
Defining Marks: Has burns on his arms, from holding his dying daughter.
Description: Tall, very beefy. He's not one of those big guys whose toned and ripped because he hits the weights- his muscles are built in fire. First as a farmer, then as a miner. He's very top heavy, but his legs are nothing to turn your nose up at. He has sandy blonde hair, with bright green eyes, and a strong jawline. He always wears a necklace, though none know what's inside the locket at the end.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: N/A
Shirts: He wears normal Tees, tanks, sweaters, the ilk. Usually covers his body with baggier clothes (Heavy sweaters, jackets, etc)
Pants: Normal Jeans
Shoes: Boots, for the most part
Misc: He wears a necklace (Locket)
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: He has no style- he brawls, and just tries to inflic pain in any way he can. Has a loose boxing background, but only from beating up on kids at school, and generally when they were messing around.
Years Practiced: All his life
Description of style: Not much to put here. He is a fighter, likes to use his fists and muscles. Relies HEAVILY on his Qi to fight, as it's generally what gives him an edge. Can take a hit, but his generally just the buffest of the buff.
History Information
History: John had a…rather normal life, compared to most. He was born in Ohio, son of a Farmer. His mother was a houseworker, kept the place in top shape for his father, who ran a tight ship. He bred chickens, cows, pigs. Grew wheat, barley, and various other plants and vegetables likes Carrots, turnips, onions, etc. John himself grew up fast- his dad busted his ass on the farm, putting more muscle on his body by the age of sixteen than most men had at thirty. By the time John was nineteen, he was a full five inches taller than his father and twice the bulk.
One day, a car flew up the drive. Apparently, his father (who had been working on the field on the road) suffered a stroke and was rushed to the hospital. He fell into a coma and stayed that way for the better part of a week before passing on. His mother, wreck with grief, sold the farm and moved them to the other side of the country, taking up shop in Seattle. John went to college, and when he turned 24, graduated with a PHD in physics. By the time he was twenty seven, Barker took note of the research he was committed to, and hired him on to his labs.
John got married to Sandra Wilson at twenty eight, and had a daughter, whom he named Jessica. They moved to Las Vegas, New Mexico, where he could be close to Barkers research facility. A year or so ago today, our story pics up.
*******************************
"Daddy, could you read me a story?"
"Ugh…again?"
"Daaaaaaddy…"
"Oh Goodness… Don't cry you ugly little thing, I'm coming."
She giggled. It was lifted his spirits to watch his daughter laugh. She just turned five a few weeks ago, and was excited at having grown so much. He was far less excited. Still, he was glad at least that she still wanted to read with him. It was a tradition he had started when she was two. Just before bed, he'd crawl in with her, pop open a book, and he would read to her until sleep tickled at her eyes. His wife, Sandra, was out in the Foyer, watch the news, munching on some popcorn. Giving her a kiss on his way through, she smiled after the peck, giving him a wink as he made his way into his Daughters room. It was like walking into a… well, into a little girls room.
Pink covered the walls, with horse pictures and photos lined along it. Once picture showed her sitting atop a horse, waving at the camera, little blonde locks caught in the morning wind. She was the bravest girl he had ever known. At barely five, she climbed up on a horse like it was second nature, and even when she got sore after, she smiled for hours, skipping along and laughing when she had to stop because of the ache in her legs. She had told him it was the best birthday ever. He let out a deep breath at the memory. Book shelves also lines the walls, covered in every kids book imaginable. On the bed, Jessica climbed over her covers and crawled under, picking up the book she already picked out, turning her bright green eyes up at him.
"Lets read this one again!"
He looked at the cover.
"Twenty thousand leagues under the sea? We read this a lot…what about another one?"
"Noooo… I want this one."
He grinned.
"Alright then, scoot over."
He climbed in, on top of the covers, popping open the book with one hand while she clasped the other arm, watching the book as he read. She couldn't read just yet, but was trying, and though he would never tell her, he was glad she was having difficulty. The particular story he was reading wasn't exactly a children's book, and he had to change a lot of things in it to make it acceptable. But when she found him reading it one night, she became obsessed with it's story, wanting to hear it over and over. So, he had to try and make the changes he did to it make sense, and rememberable. Luckily, his mind and memory had never been a problem. He read on, the little girl sticking a thumb in her mouth. Towards the end, she grew sleepy.
"Daddy…?"
"Yes hun?"
"Captain Nemo is brave, huh?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Am I brave?"
He looked down at her.
"Yes, Very Brave."
She smiled, eyes still closed.
"Cuz I was thinking, I wish my name was Nemo. I like that name "
He smiled as he kissed the top of her head, the little one drifting off to sleep, not replying further. He closed the book, setting it down on the nightstand as he flicked out the light. Scooting her further under the covers, he again kissed her cheek. He stopped at the door, turning to look back at her.
"Well…Goodnight then, Little Nemo."
He left it open a crack as he made his way back out into the living room-
FLASH- one week later
"NO! No! no no no no no no-"
He ran, the fire sirens blaring. His house was lifting into the sky, flames well above the room. He pushed through the crowd, a fireman trying to stop him, grabbing him round the middle.
"MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER'S IN THERE!"
"Sir! It's too late! Running in there is Suici-"
He decked the man in the mask, rushing past him. He grabbed a bucket of water that was used to clean off the boots of men coming from the house, dumping the dirty water on him. He pushed past another man and dove through the front window, heat searing over him as his eyes rose to the man who stood, covered in blood, in the middle of his living room.
"Hello John."
((IF possible, i'd like to keep the rest hidden for IC drama. But if needed, I can PM you the rest.))
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: A run down apartment in the ghetto
Roommates: No current room mates
Stats:
Strength: 20
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom:14
Charisma: 15
+4 exp, fathers day gift
+1 exp fight with Delilah (+1 win)
+1 exp fight with Delilah (+1 loss)
| 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 |
