Post by John Nicholson on Feb 24, 2014 18:11:54 GMT -5
Name:'old man' John Nicholson
Age: 70 years
Date of Birth: 21st of january
Birthplace: Somewhere in Nevada's countryside, America.
Gender:Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Big boss/ metal gear series, Fanart by Ximawo
Appearance: John Nicholson is an aged caucasian man with gray hair and a single green eye. His hair is usually tucked under a green beret although some wisps of it tend to jut out from under it. He also has a well trimmed full beard which he takes great pride in. He wears an eyepatch to cover up the empty socket of the eye he lost in war. He usually wears a green beret on his head which was given to him on his retirement as a souvenir of his time there.
His usual wardrobe of clothes consist of a variety of casual, if somewhat old timey clothes, mostly consisting of clothes in various shades of green and other army colors. When expecting combat, he will change these clothes for a more combat oriented oufit consisting of an olive-drab jacket worn over a camoprint shirt, his trademark beret and a pair of cargo jeans. The jacket has a large number of pockets which he usually fills with combat essentials like ammunition and medical supplies.
Height: 5'5
Distinguishing Features: John will never be seen without his trademark beret, he also has only one eye and numerous scars across his body. He usualy walks with a sligthly hunched-over posture due to back problems caused by his old age.
Class: Persona User
Arcana: The Hermit
Occupation: John is a former US marine who was honorably discharged after several years of service. He is now retired and lives on a government pension.
Weapons and Proficiencies (Optional): Firearms, mostly shotguns (pierce type)
Personality: John is a wizened, if somewhat resentful old man. He has trouble getting along with other people as he dislikes the prospect of making new friends for fear of losing them again. He has seen a lot in his long life and is usually quite savvy about day-to day life.
John heavily struggles with survivors guilt. This being caused by being the only person out of his entire group of friends to still be alive. This causes him to be strangely comfortable with the prospect f his death. He also suffers from PTSD due to his experiences in the war, most notably losing his friends and squadmates. He often has nightmares about this event.As well as being liable to have a flashback during moments of stress.During such flashbacks, he perceives the world around him as if it was a war- torn jungle, he is unable to discern between friend or foe or even human or shadow during these episodes. Although such heavy outburst are very rare. He heavily dislikes people trying to talk about this problem and will usually tell people to drop the subjec
He tries to avoid talking to other people as he has a very small set of interest that he doesn't share with most people. With the notable exception of video-games, which he strongly enjoys playing and discussing about.
Likes:
A glass of liquor every now and again. Although in reasonable amounts.
Reminiscing about the more pleasant things of the past.
Maintaining his collection of weaponry, although he holds onto them as a memory and dislikes having to use them.
Playing video games, particularly Bullet Hell shooters
Dislikes:
Having to deal with people without his own volition
Uncontained fire: It reminds him of the war days, particularly large firss which could potentially send him into a flashback.
Having to use violence; he has developed a strong aversion to using any kind of violence. Be it against man or shadow.
History: Jonathan Nicholson Was born in a small town in the countryside of nevada as the son of a convenience store owner and his wife. Even at his young age, he was already fascinated by the military, wanting to join them when he was grown up to 'become a strong hero that crushes bad guys'. In his youth, he had slowly built a tight-knit group of friends with which he stayed all the way trough middle school. It was around the time thyey graduated that america entered a war. John and his freinds being military enthusiasts, promtly signed up with the intent of serving their country.
The first few weeks of training were hellish, but they group of friends persevered by virtue of their mutual encouragement and support. They eventually all made it trough and managed to get deployed in the same unit. They were all happy at the time, being able to finally fulfill their childhood fantasy of joining the army and being a hero for their great country. The reality however, was much harsher.
First of all, the region they were being sent to was a jungle region infamous for it's wet climate, muddy ground, and general unpleasentness. They coped with this quite smoothly, however there was also the ever present threat of enemy attack, both on patrol and in bases, due to very poor visibility and the enemy having the home advantage.
Somehow, The group of friends managed to adapt to this enviroment and survive mostly unscathed physically, although even at this point John had already accrued quite a bit of baggage from his experiences so far. Yet he had also realized his dream as he and his friends had become known as the 'jungle squad' for their proficiency at surviving in the jungle in circumstances that would drive the average soldier insane.
It all came crashing down one day with a simple chain of events. John hasn't figured out exactly what happened back then even to this day, but the gist of it was that the mission which they were on went catastrophically wrong, they had been led into an ambush by a rival force that may or may not have been assembled with the specific goal of destroying the infamous 'jungle squad'. Whatever it was, the ambush was a huge succes, as most of john's friends were killed in front of his eyes, others being heavily wounded and bleeding out later. It was this day that the last remnant of his youhtful naivete about the nature of war had finally been shattered. He managed to fight his way out and get extracted. Although he immediately found out he was the only survivor. The following days, he had a complete mental breakdown. He was eventually shipped back to america after losing an eye to his injuries, as well as being diagnosed with psychological traumas elated to the recent events.
His homecoming was met with much joy by his own parents.Unfortunately, the families of his other friends couldn't shut up about what happened to them and how they felt bad for him, which excerberated his already tremendous guilt.
Fast forward about 45 years. John is now living in Pmosaic city, having moved there after his parents died of old age after hearfing about the pleasent climate there. Still even now, as he was aged and wizened, his past still haunted him. He had rarely had a good night's sleep ever since the 'incident'. Psychtherapy had long since proven fruitless so he just learned how to cope with it. Some time after he moved in, the city was put under some kind of lockdown. John initially did not have a problem with this.
It was after a month or so of being cut off from the outside world that some kind of nagging feeling crept up to john. It compelled him to investigate the sealed off part of the city. He made his way there, slipping through the obvious gaps in the lockdown to come upon an unsettling scene. The world beyond the wall looked ravaged and abandoned. At first he was worried there might be some truth to the claims of radiation outside of the city but quickly concluded that if there were any radiation, it would have killed his old body already. After some wandering in this abandoned cityscape, he came across a particularly prominent office building, somehow, he knew there was something inside that he simply had to see.
He didn't have to go far to encounter something, it was a strange creature, like a blob of shadow wearing a mask, he observed the creature seemingly searching for something, until it noticed him and charged right at him. He had enough knowledge about wild animals to know it was probably attacking him and decided to make a run for it.
Even though he was a trained soldier, John could only outrun the beast for so long before both his age and the creature catched up to him. Having brought along friends now. It seemed to have brought friends too. So there he was, backed into a corner, with unkown monsters slowly encroaching upon him. It was then that he first felt the rush of power that would later become like a second nature to him. A sirge that made the shadows back away from something. John quickly looked up to just what would spook scare these aggresive creatures. It appeared to be a black robed figure, with a single leg and a single eye. He immediately felt kind of bond to this new creature. Whatever it was, it seemed to be doing … something to the shadow blobs. John watched in disbelief as the creatures were torn apart by what seemed like the shadows themselves. After this, the one eyed-figure seemd to somehow retreat into John's body.
John was left flabbergasted at the events that had just transpired, yet he also felt like something had awakened inside of him. He quickly made his way out of the shadowlands (or at least as quick as a man of his age could) and locked himself up in his appartment. Just what were those things back there, why did the government keep it a secret, and why hadn't they attacked the city yet. Somehow, he flet like the answer to these questions was out there, just waiting to be discovered. Thus, the old man dug around in his closet and collected several items from his army days, he would get to the bottom of this new mystery. Interestingly, he also found an unfamiliar card among his old gear. He took it with him as something told him it was important.
OOC Name:’old man’ Johnson
Persona: Ippon Datara
Appearance: It wears a black, body concealing apron made of a smooth, leather like material. it's head seems to be encased in some kind of copper mask that conceals most of it's face safe for a single eye. It's single leg is seems to to be wrapped in the same leather-like material it's apron is made of, ending in a shoe made of the same copper like material. It is always seen carrying smithing tools. It's shoulders also seem to be lightly covered with a type of copper plating.
Persona Lore: Ippon datara is a legendary figure from japanese mythology, he is rumored to have only one leg and one eye. His footprints can be found in mountanous regions. It is generally believed he is either a blacksmith or the ghost of one.
Skills:
Mudo
Assault dive
Tentarafoo
Strengths and Weaknesses: Resists darkness weakness to light
Age: 70 years
Date of Birth: 21st of january
Birthplace: Somewhere in Nevada's countryside, America.
Gender:Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Big boss/ metal gear series, Fanart by Ximawo
Appearance: John Nicholson is an aged caucasian man with gray hair and a single green eye. His hair is usually tucked under a green beret although some wisps of it tend to jut out from under it. He also has a well trimmed full beard which he takes great pride in. He wears an eyepatch to cover up the empty socket of the eye he lost in war. He usually wears a green beret on his head which was given to him on his retirement as a souvenir of his time there.
His usual wardrobe of clothes consist of a variety of casual, if somewhat old timey clothes, mostly consisting of clothes in various shades of green and other army colors. When expecting combat, he will change these clothes for a more combat oriented oufit consisting of an olive-drab jacket worn over a camoprint shirt, his trademark beret and a pair of cargo jeans. The jacket has a large number of pockets which he usually fills with combat essentials like ammunition and medical supplies.
Height: 5'5
Distinguishing Features: John will never be seen without his trademark beret, he also has only one eye and numerous scars across his body. He usualy walks with a sligthly hunched-over posture due to back problems caused by his old age.
Class: Persona User
Arcana: The Hermit
Occupation: John is a former US marine who was honorably discharged after several years of service. He is now retired and lives on a government pension.
Weapons and Proficiencies (Optional): Firearms, mostly shotguns (pierce type)
Personality: John is a wizened, if somewhat resentful old man. He has trouble getting along with other people as he dislikes the prospect of making new friends for fear of losing them again. He has seen a lot in his long life and is usually quite savvy about day-to day life.
John heavily struggles with survivors guilt. This being caused by being the only person out of his entire group of friends to still be alive. This causes him to be strangely comfortable with the prospect f his death. He also suffers from PTSD due to his experiences in the war, most notably losing his friends and squadmates. He often has nightmares about this event.As well as being liable to have a flashback during moments of stress.During such flashbacks, he perceives the world around him as if it was a war- torn jungle, he is unable to discern between friend or foe or even human or shadow during these episodes. Although such heavy outburst are very rare. He heavily dislikes people trying to talk about this problem and will usually tell people to drop the subjec
He tries to avoid talking to other people as he has a very small set of interest that he doesn't share with most people. With the notable exception of video-games, which he strongly enjoys playing and discussing about.
Likes:
A glass of liquor every now and again. Although in reasonable amounts.
Reminiscing about the more pleasant things of the past.
Maintaining his collection of weaponry, although he holds onto them as a memory and dislikes having to use them.
Playing video games, particularly Bullet Hell shooters
Dislikes:
Having to deal with people without his own volition
Uncontained fire: It reminds him of the war days, particularly large firss which could potentially send him into a flashback.
Having to use violence; he has developed a strong aversion to using any kind of violence. Be it against man or shadow.
History: Jonathan Nicholson Was born in a small town in the countryside of nevada as the son of a convenience store owner and his wife. Even at his young age, he was already fascinated by the military, wanting to join them when he was grown up to 'become a strong hero that crushes bad guys'. In his youth, he had slowly built a tight-knit group of friends with which he stayed all the way trough middle school. It was around the time thyey graduated that america entered a war. John and his freinds being military enthusiasts, promtly signed up with the intent of serving their country.
The first few weeks of training were hellish, but they group of friends persevered by virtue of their mutual encouragement and support. They eventually all made it trough and managed to get deployed in the same unit. They were all happy at the time, being able to finally fulfill their childhood fantasy of joining the army and being a hero for their great country. The reality however, was much harsher.
First of all, the region they were being sent to was a jungle region infamous for it's wet climate, muddy ground, and general unpleasentness. They coped with this quite smoothly, however there was also the ever present threat of enemy attack, both on patrol and in bases, due to very poor visibility and the enemy having the home advantage.
Somehow, The group of friends managed to adapt to this enviroment and survive mostly unscathed physically, although even at this point John had already accrued quite a bit of baggage from his experiences so far. Yet he had also realized his dream as he and his friends had become known as the 'jungle squad' for their proficiency at surviving in the jungle in circumstances that would drive the average soldier insane.
It all came crashing down one day with a simple chain of events. John hasn't figured out exactly what happened back then even to this day, but the gist of it was that the mission which they were on went catastrophically wrong, they had been led into an ambush by a rival force that may or may not have been assembled with the specific goal of destroying the infamous 'jungle squad'. Whatever it was, the ambush was a huge succes, as most of john's friends were killed in front of his eyes, others being heavily wounded and bleeding out later. It was this day that the last remnant of his youhtful naivete about the nature of war had finally been shattered. He managed to fight his way out and get extracted. Although he immediately found out he was the only survivor. The following days, he had a complete mental breakdown. He was eventually shipped back to america after losing an eye to his injuries, as well as being diagnosed with psychological traumas elated to the recent events.
His homecoming was met with much joy by his own parents.Unfortunately, the families of his other friends couldn't shut up about what happened to them and how they felt bad for him, which excerberated his already tremendous guilt.
Fast forward about 45 years. John is now living in Pmosaic city, having moved there after his parents died of old age after hearfing about the pleasent climate there. Still even now, as he was aged and wizened, his past still haunted him. He had rarely had a good night's sleep ever since the 'incident'. Psychtherapy had long since proven fruitless so he just learned how to cope with it. Some time after he moved in, the city was put under some kind of lockdown. John initially did not have a problem with this.
It was after a month or so of being cut off from the outside world that some kind of nagging feeling crept up to john. It compelled him to investigate the sealed off part of the city. He made his way there, slipping through the obvious gaps in the lockdown to come upon an unsettling scene. The world beyond the wall looked ravaged and abandoned. At first he was worried there might be some truth to the claims of radiation outside of the city but quickly concluded that if there were any radiation, it would have killed his old body already. After some wandering in this abandoned cityscape, he came across a particularly prominent office building, somehow, he knew there was something inside that he simply had to see.
He didn't have to go far to encounter something, it was a strange creature, like a blob of shadow wearing a mask, he observed the creature seemingly searching for something, until it noticed him and charged right at him. He had enough knowledge about wild animals to know it was probably attacking him and decided to make a run for it.
Even though he was a trained soldier, John could only outrun the beast for so long before both his age and the creature catched up to him. Having brought along friends now. It seemed to have brought friends too. So there he was, backed into a corner, with unkown monsters slowly encroaching upon him. It was then that he first felt the rush of power that would later become like a second nature to him. A sirge that made the shadows back away from something. John quickly looked up to just what would spook scare these aggresive creatures. It appeared to be a black robed figure, with a single leg and a single eye. He immediately felt kind of bond to this new creature. Whatever it was, it seemed to be doing … something to the shadow blobs. John watched in disbelief as the creatures were torn apart by what seemed like the shadows themselves. After this, the one eyed-figure seemd to somehow retreat into John's body.
John was left flabbergasted at the events that had just transpired, yet he also felt like something had awakened inside of him. He quickly made his way out of the shadowlands (or at least as quick as a man of his age could) and locked himself up in his appartment. Just what were those things back there, why did the government keep it a secret, and why hadn't they attacked the city yet. Somehow, he flet like the answer to these questions was out there, just waiting to be discovered. Thus, the old man dug around in his closet and collected several items from his army days, he would get to the bottom of this new mystery. Interestingly, he also found an unfamiliar card among his old gear. He took it with him as something told him it was important.
OOC Name:’old man’ Johnson
Persona: Ippon Datara
Appearance: It wears a black, body concealing apron made of a smooth, leather like material. it's head seems to be encased in some kind of copper mask that conceals most of it's face safe for a single eye. It's single leg is seems to to be wrapped in the same leather-like material it's apron is made of, ending in a shoe made of the same copper like material. It is always seen carrying smithing tools. It's shoulders also seem to be lightly covered with a type of copper plating.
Persona Lore: Ippon datara is a legendary figure from japanese mythology, he is rumored to have only one leg and one eye. His footprints can be found in mountanous regions. It is generally believed he is either a blacksmith or the ghost of one.
Skills:
Mudo
Assault dive
Tentarafoo
Strengths and Weaknesses: Resists darkness weakness to light
