Post by doc on Apr 13, 2007 22:00:00 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: doc
Contact Info: cnr_b@hotmail.com
How you heard of Code Titan: I used to be on the old version, then recieved an e-mail.
Character Info
Name: Jack
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Demon
Homeworld: Earth
Affiliation: Hero/Vigilante
Weapons: -none-
Items: -none-
Powers/Abilities: Jack has masterfully keen eyesight; In detail, he can see perfectly well in the dark, through the water, partially good in a smokescreen, and at least 20 yards in front of him. When he is in pitch black dark, his eyes glow a dark ruby green, and when he needs to see underwater, a special layer protecting his pupil from the water is automatically enacted the pupils turning streak silver; This goes the same for when smoke or fire is spread, so none of it gets onto his eyes.
Jack also posses great stamina and agility, his flexibility even greater; this means he can easily rebound or leap off of walls, grounds, ceilings, or etcetera of any surface. When he attacks, his every punch, kick, slice, anything, he becomes stronger, slowly, his powers grow higher and higher, until someone finally lands a powerful blow can this be set down. Besides anything listed above, Jack is highly intelligence, has superb strength, and is able to hack into any computer of any sort and/or size. He is fluent in many languages, including German, Italian, European, Japanese, Greek, and etcetera.
Weaknesses: When in extreme heat, his eyesight is very vulnerable; His claws are very easy vulnerable to hard, massed surface, they can also be broken whence under strong forces, like buildings or vehicles collapsing on him. After they are broken, it takes three posts for them to re-grow, or else depending on the damage. If the gas is poisonous, then Jack’s eyes are easily burned, and his power to see is disarmed for two posts, or when he is out of the gas. His agility can be cut short if the claws on his toes are damaged, including his sleek jumping ability, not to mention his power to jump to and fro on surfaces. If the water he is in too brutal, he can’t use his eye powers, and it effects his stamina and energy as well when he uses too much of his powers. Whence in attack form, he can get too strong, making avid attacks possible to get too out of control. His defense may go down a tad, and his fury might get haywire, only if he can control it, may Jack not be defeated.
Pets: -none-
Appearance:
Personality: Jack is quiet, yet fierce. He has a self reserved attitude, and doesn’t speak much, only when asked to, this had come from when he witnessed his inevitable event in the past, and since then, he never like to talk about it. Although a little quiet on the outside of things, he is a joker on the other side. He lightens teammate’s feelings, helps them when they are sad or troubled, he is mainly laid back, respectfully when paid it, fiery when distempered. In combat, he stops at nothing to stop his opponent, he always wanted revenge on those that committed wrong.
History: In a poor town of Bramin, Italy, a tiny, coastal docking point that barely had a population of two-hundred, was Jon Spirro, a pirate that scourged the seas, stealing gold, treasures, and everything his band of thieves could get their dirty paws on. Jon, nicknamed J for short, was the captain of the ship, Virgito based on the first city that the pirates had raided. With he, and his ten men, they traveled the Pacific, Indian, and other oceans known to man, woman and beast. One night, Jon and his men made their way to a London area, where the metropolis prospered, ripe enough to be raided. They began their pillage, Jon and a few taking one area, the rest securing the docks. However, a mysterious maiden wiped out the five, leaving only Jon to survive in the attack. It was then, that Jon met Jill, also known as Silvia by her dead mother and father.
Silvia Helsing was born in a small cottage in a quiet loll of nothingness in London, just outside of one of the main cities. Her beautiful parents- Ven and Chelsea -raised the girl to be a demonic, fiery person, that stole early at age to support the poor, pauper way of life. That is, until, when the family were attacked by a gang of filthy marauders, whom stole everything belonging to them, and brutally murdered Ven and Chelsea, nearly killing Siliva, who escaped to the bright lights of Italy. She had undergone a transformation, claws growing on her fingers, gray skin becoming visible, and her eyes able to change many colors. She loved this. For 10 long years, she became one of the top heroes in the area, destroying all that stood in her way. Jill, her new name, met and became acquitted with Jon, a pirate that had a failure in reigning her part of the city
Jack Helsing was born a gray skinned newborn baby on May twenty-fourth. His parents were proud, yet they knew already he was in danger. Jon's old pirates, the five that secured the ship, wanted revenge, and they eventually got that. Jill taught her son the basics of claws, how to fight with them, how to sheath and unsheathe them, and more importantly, how to send a piece into an enemy. Jon, basic in defense and agility, taught him everything that the pirate had up his sleeve, and by the age of 9, Jack mastered these arts, as well as many others. However, in life, wherever there is love, hatred starts to form. On Jack's birthday, his house was raided, as well as his entire village. Jill, protective of her son, fended off many of the raiders, picking off at least twenty or more men. Her husband, defended the village square, for he had gone into the downtown area to buy Jack a gift, a beautiful necklace that enabled the holder to put whatever he wanted into the hold.
The young shaman was terrified, at the age of 10, seeing his mother slowly be beat to death, barely alive as she laid on the ground of the living room. Jack couldn't bare to hold back tears, and his claws as the leader came to surface. His name was unknown, but a gruff face, and a muscular body stood in Jack's memory as he held a .360 gun nozzle to Jill's head. He pulled the trigger, smiling as blood splattered on his gleaming face. Jack's father to this day, remains unknown in his death. Most of the townspeople were taken away, tortured to do horrible deeds, but luckily and barely, Jack made it out alive. He was the only probable survivor, everyone else was either dead, or dying slowly, as the shaman teen ran away from his once beloved home. The teen promised ultimate revenge, and eventually got it. On his 12th birthday, two years after the raid, Jack hunted all of the henchmen down, except for the man, who to this day, remains a deadly spirit known as Raik, whom the teen still hunts down today.
Quietly walking the streets, Jack was constantly shunned by everyone, freaking out at how Jack looked. Many times, he tried, and failed, suicide. Sobbing as he tied a noose around his neck for the tenth time, on his 14th birthday, Jack failed again as he fell to the cold, street ground, his frustration at its highest point, and his desperation the worst it could be. He lived quietly off the streets for the while, known as a villain that roamed the city, destroying any life that dared threaten his, and he was happy with that. Until they came, Jack had a normal life. They wore white suits, their faces were plain, cold, and blank, and they ran many tests on Jack. They shoved pills in his mouth, whipped the teen until he conceded, and tortured his soul as he laid in a small, damp room in a tower far away from a soul. Jack always fell to sleep crying or shivering, knowing the next morning was going to be as hell as the next.
Soon, he was sold to fighters who trained teenagers alike, fighting off others on bets, which continued for a long time, Jack the winner of each fight he battled, growing stronger each fight. On his sixteenth birthday, he was released from the fighters after he had a lost a match, cold and unfeeling, nearly starved and beaten to death. He traveled on foot to Jump City, where he met thingy Grayson, the rich prodigy of the metropolis and the leader of the Teen Titans. Jack had nowhere else to go, so he stayed with them, training and re-emerging a new, muscular physical health. A few months ago, he left the Titans, becoming a brutal vigilante genius in his arts, still living in Jump City as he waits for another challenge.
For a while, he had disappeared into his factory lab, working on assignments ten years before our time. He managed to destroy Raik, the demonic ghost in his body, and has cleared his skin for the most part, it now a dark tan, still a tad gray-like layer as well. He researched carefully on all of the criminals surfacing, re-surfacing, and those still at large, making note of their weaknesses, strengths, and anything needed to take them down one day. Enhancing RJ to his true form, then allowed him to become a humanoid on the regular surface, becoming amongst the crowd of the inhabitants of Jump City. Jack now lives alone, but continues to become stronger, smarter, as his handsome features from his father and mother take true form. His mind may still be tortured, but now has some true friends, yet, he still has that one goal he’s always had. Destroy those that killed your past, your social life, everything that you have always loved.
Example of First person RP, and Third Person RP: Jack sighed, glaring as the blare of police sirens could be heard from below him. Countless police patrol cars filed up and down the streets of Cocytus City, Jack standing above the mess with a dissapointed look. Long had it been he had seen such a scene, or at least, five years ago when he had seen it in Jump City. With anothe sigh, he glanced to his left, watching as flame engulfed the night sky, and helicopters slowly sank into building roofs. Pitched crys could be heard echoing through the city, and Jack's eyes picked up a figure dangling off one of the cement windowsills. Ladders were being positioned to save the person, but at a estimated time guess they would be a few seconds too late. Nodding to himself solemnly Jack gently leapt off the highest point in Cocytus City, and in a matter of seconds, hit the next roof. Continuing to run, Jack managed to reach the end of the ledge, and took to the air again. Smoke whipped against his body, nearing the scene as the light grew larger.
Unn...It's cold out today...
-flips wrist open-palm, and starts to enter in data code for the heat sensory-
That should do it.
-feels rush of warm air brush against his cold skin, and sighs slightly in a tired manner-
Hopefully, spring has more to offer then this terrible weather.
-glances down the street to see swarm of cars going to and fro in a buzzing, competetive manner-
Wonder what the rush is...
-starts off into a walk from his postion in the alley, to feel a rumbling vibration on the soles of his feet, sirens beginning to hum violently-
What the--
-looks quickly to the downtown area, seeing fire lick the air and hearing explosions hum powerfully-
Great...
-starts off into a run, then into a sprint for the bank-
Looks like another crone is robbing the bank...
-takes to the air, another sigh escaping his lips-
...again.
Name: doc
Contact Info: cnr_b@hotmail.com
How you heard of Code Titan: I used to be on the old version, then recieved an e-mail.
Character Info
Name: Jack
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Demon
Homeworld: Earth
Affiliation: Hero/Vigilante
Weapons: -none-
Items: -none-
Powers/Abilities: Jack has masterfully keen eyesight; In detail, he can see perfectly well in the dark, through the water, partially good in a smokescreen, and at least 20 yards in front of him. When he is in pitch black dark, his eyes glow a dark ruby green, and when he needs to see underwater, a special layer protecting his pupil from the water is automatically enacted the pupils turning streak silver; This goes the same for when smoke or fire is spread, so none of it gets onto his eyes.
Jack also posses great stamina and agility, his flexibility even greater; this means he can easily rebound or leap off of walls, grounds, ceilings, or etcetera of any surface. When he attacks, his every punch, kick, slice, anything, he becomes stronger, slowly, his powers grow higher and higher, until someone finally lands a powerful blow can this be set down. Besides anything listed above, Jack is highly intelligence, has superb strength, and is able to hack into any computer of any sort and/or size. He is fluent in many languages, including German, Italian, European, Japanese, Greek, and etcetera.
Weaknesses: When in extreme heat, his eyesight is very vulnerable; His claws are very easy vulnerable to hard, massed surface, they can also be broken whence under strong forces, like buildings or vehicles collapsing on him. After they are broken, it takes three posts for them to re-grow, or else depending on the damage. If the gas is poisonous, then Jack’s eyes are easily burned, and his power to see is disarmed for two posts, or when he is out of the gas. His agility can be cut short if the claws on his toes are damaged, including his sleek jumping ability, not to mention his power to jump to and fro on surfaces. If the water he is in too brutal, he can’t use his eye powers, and it effects his stamina and energy as well when he uses too much of his powers. Whence in attack form, he can get too strong, making avid attacks possible to get too out of control. His defense may go down a tad, and his fury might get haywire, only if he can control it, may Jack not be defeated.
Pets: -none-
Appearance:
- Hair: Black
- Eyes: Maroon Blue
- Height: 6”11
- Weight: 185 lbs.
- Clothes:
Uniform Wear: He wears a skin-tight, free-moving suit in a olive green color fashion. Over his body, the powerful skin material is made of the finest material known to man, this allows Jack to move freely and expertly, is light and allows him to move from place to place faster. His hair is pitch black and is shorter now, only going to mid of his neck, and hangs slightly over his maroon blue eyes. The skin that was once dim gray is now more tan, healthy then it was before, and the scars that once riddled his chest and arms are now gone. Across his uniform, a deep insignia of the letter ’H’ is in a bold lettering.
Normal Wear: Out of his uniform, he wears a simple, light charcoal light leather black coat, under it a white shirt, a sleek pair of pants to match to finish the apparel. His eyes are a nut brown, and the hair is the same as it is in uniform. He also wears light shoes, simple white socks, and can morph into his uniform with the flick of his wrist.
Personality: Jack is quiet, yet fierce. He has a self reserved attitude, and doesn’t speak much, only when asked to, this had come from when he witnessed his inevitable event in the past, and since then, he never like to talk about it. Although a little quiet on the outside of things, he is a joker on the other side. He lightens teammate’s feelings, helps them when they are sad or troubled, he is mainly laid back, respectfully when paid it, fiery when distempered. In combat, he stops at nothing to stop his opponent, he always wanted revenge on those that committed wrong.
History: In a poor town of Bramin, Italy, a tiny, coastal docking point that barely had a population of two-hundred, was Jon Spirro, a pirate that scourged the seas, stealing gold, treasures, and everything his band of thieves could get their dirty paws on. Jon, nicknamed J for short, was the captain of the ship, Virgito based on the first city that the pirates had raided. With he, and his ten men, they traveled the Pacific, Indian, and other oceans known to man, woman and beast. One night, Jon and his men made their way to a London area, where the metropolis prospered, ripe enough to be raided. They began their pillage, Jon and a few taking one area, the rest securing the docks. However, a mysterious maiden wiped out the five, leaving only Jon to survive in the attack. It was then, that Jon met Jill, also known as Silvia by her dead mother and father.
Silvia Helsing was born in a small cottage in a quiet loll of nothingness in London, just outside of one of the main cities. Her beautiful parents- Ven and Chelsea -raised the girl to be a demonic, fiery person, that stole early at age to support the poor, pauper way of life. That is, until, when the family were attacked by a gang of filthy marauders, whom stole everything belonging to them, and brutally murdered Ven and Chelsea, nearly killing Siliva, who escaped to the bright lights of Italy. She had undergone a transformation, claws growing on her fingers, gray skin becoming visible, and her eyes able to change many colors. She loved this. For 10 long years, she became one of the top heroes in the area, destroying all that stood in her way. Jill, her new name, met and became acquitted with Jon, a pirate that had a failure in reigning her part of the city
Jack Helsing was born a gray skinned newborn baby on May twenty-fourth. His parents were proud, yet they knew already he was in danger. Jon's old pirates, the five that secured the ship, wanted revenge, and they eventually got that. Jill taught her son the basics of claws, how to fight with them, how to sheath and unsheathe them, and more importantly, how to send a piece into an enemy. Jon, basic in defense and agility, taught him everything that the pirate had up his sleeve, and by the age of 9, Jack mastered these arts, as well as many others. However, in life, wherever there is love, hatred starts to form. On Jack's birthday, his house was raided, as well as his entire village. Jill, protective of her son, fended off many of the raiders, picking off at least twenty or more men. Her husband, defended the village square, for he had gone into the downtown area to buy Jack a gift, a beautiful necklace that enabled the holder to put whatever he wanted into the hold.
The young shaman was terrified, at the age of 10, seeing his mother slowly be beat to death, barely alive as she laid on the ground of the living room. Jack couldn't bare to hold back tears, and his claws as the leader came to surface. His name was unknown, but a gruff face, and a muscular body stood in Jack's memory as he held a .360 gun nozzle to Jill's head. He pulled the trigger, smiling as blood splattered on his gleaming face. Jack's father to this day, remains unknown in his death. Most of the townspeople were taken away, tortured to do horrible deeds, but luckily and barely, Jack made it out alive. He was the only probable survivor, everyone else was either dead, or dying slowly, as the shaman teen ran away from his once beloved home. The teen promised ultimate revenge, and eventually got it. On his 12th birthday, two years after the raid, Jack hunted all of the henchmen down, except for the man, who to this day, remains a deadly spirit known as Raik, whom the teen still hunts down today.
Quietly walking the streets, Jack was constantly shunned by everyone, freaking out at how Jack looked. Many times, he tried, and failed, suicide. Sobbing as he tied a noose around his neck for the tenth time, on his 14th birthday, Jack failed again as he fell to the cold, street ground, his frustration at its highest point, and his desperation the worst it could be. He lived quietly off the streets for the while, known as a villain that roamed the city, destroying any life that dared threaten his, and he was happy with that. Until they came, Jack had a normal life. They wore white suits, their faces were plain, cold, and blank, and they ran many tests on Jack. They shoved pills in his mouth, whipped the teen until he conceded, and tortured his soul as he laid in a small, damp room in a tower far away from a soul. Jack always fell to sleep crying or shivering, knowing the next morning was going to be as hell as the next.
Soon, he was sold to fighters who trained teenagers alike, fighting off others on bets, which continued for a long time, Jack the winner of each fight he battled, growing stronger each fight. On his sixteenth birthday, he was released from the fighters after he had a lost a match, cold and unfeeling, nearly starved and beaten to death. He traveled on foot to Jump City, where he met thingy Grayson, the rich prodigy of the metropolis and the leader of the Teen Titans. Jack had nowhere else to go, so he stayed with them, training and re-emerging a new, muscular physical health. A few months ago, he left the Titans, becoming a brutal vigilante genius in his arts, still living in Jump City as he waits for another challenge.
For a while, he had disappeared into his factory lab, working on assignments ten years before our time. He managed to destroy Raik, the demonic ghost in his body, and has cleared his skin for the most part, it now a dark tan, still a tad gray-like layer as well. He researched carefully on all of the criminals surfacing, re-surfacing, and those still at large, making note of their weaknesses, strengths, and anything needed to take them down one day. Enhancing RJ to his true form, then allowed him to become a humanoid on the regular surface, becoming amongst the crowd of the inhabitants of Jump City. Jack now lives alone, but continues to become stronger, smarter, as his handsome features from his father and mother take true form. His mind may still be tortured, but now has some true friends, yet, he still has that one goal he’s always had. Destroy those that killed your past, your social life, everything that you have always loved.
Example of First person RP, and Third Person RP: Jack sighed, glaring as the blare of police sirens could be heard from below him. Countless police patrol cars filed up and down the streets of Cocytus City, Jack standing above the mess with a dissapointed look. Long had it been he had seen such a scene, or at least, five years ago when he had seen it in Jump City. With anothe sigh, he glanced to his left, watching as flame engulfed the night sky, and helicopters slowly sank into building roofs. Pitched crys could be heard echoing through the city, and Jack's eyes picked up a figure dangling off one of the cement windowsills. Ladders were being positioned to save the person, but at a estimated time guess they would be a few seconds too late. Nodding to himself solemnly Jack gently leapt off the highest point in Cocytus City, and in a matter of seconds, hit the next roof. Continuing to run, Jack managed to reach the end of the ledge, and took to the air again. Smoke whipped against his body, nearing the scene as the light grew larger.
Unn...It's cold out today...
-flips wrist open-palm, and starts to enter in data code for the heat sensory-
That should do it.
-feels rush of warm air brush against his cold skin, and sighs slightly in a tired manner-
Hopefully, spring has more to offer then this terrible weather.
-glances down the street to see swarm of cars going to and fro in a buzzing, competetive manner-
Wonder what the rush is...
-starts off into a walk from his postion in the alley, to feel a rumbling vibration on the soles of his feet, sirens beginning to hum violently-
What the--
-looks quickly to the downtown area, seeing fire lick the air and hearing explosions hum powerfully-
Great...
-starts off into a run, then into a sprint for the bank-
Looks like another crone is robbing the bank...
-takes to the air, another sigh escaping his lips-
...again.