Jack Leadsin Male
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Name: Jack Leadsin Age (human years): 17 Gender: male Species:human Relationship status: Single
General look: Jack in plain simple words is a monster of a man. He stands at an amazing height of seven feet tall and weighs two hundred pounds. His build is muscular but still thin giving him the appearance of a large scarecrow. He has tanned skin that looks like tanned leather with scars covering his entire body. All of them are thin and white except for one. On his chest is a large scar that starts at his right shoulder and ends at the bottom of the left side of his abdominal muscles. He has light brown hair that falls past his eyes. His eyes are grey and change color with the time of day.
His appearance is frightening, height put aside. Over his body he wears bandages the color of fresh white snow. These bandages cover his entire body except for his right eye and scalp, leaving his hair visible. Over the bandages he wears blue pants made of denim that have rips in the knees and a leather jacket. The jacket is slight worn but still nice looking. Its shoulders are plated in metal with seven studs coming from it. He wears no shoes and instead has white bandages covering his feet. On Jacks person he carries two single action four shot revolvers and a large hunting knife that looks more like a short sword.
[b]Personality: (2 paragraphs minimum) Jack in all honesty is nothing like his appearance. He is a kind and gentle man that loves to speak with others. Jack has always been the one to go out of his way to help someone. Jack was raised as a gentleman by his mother. He was taught to be kind to women and never fight a man unless he is armed or has disgraced someone in a way that will cause that person harm in the future. Even though Jack is a kind and honest young man he has a love of battle.
Jack is very intelligent and is able to come up with strategies in the middle of battle. He was smart enough to improve the design of a discarded flint lock pistol and was able to make a rough revolver. Even though the revolver has its limits it is still a good weapon. Jack knows basic arithmetic and is very capable of reading. He has a habit of calling others Mister, miss, etc.
The only thing that Jack has in common with his appearance is the fact that he is a demon in battle. When fighting Jack cannot be stopped once he has began. Only the cries of a lover, total exhaustion, or death can stop him. When fighting jack uses his pistol wisely and knows when and when not fire it. Since jack has made his pistols himself the bullets must be hand made and so each bullet takes time and energy, plus money, to make.
Family History: Jacks parents were good parents and loved Jack very much. It was sad that they were massacred when Jack was nothing but a toddler. His father was a keeper of the law his mother was a Barmaid. His father had met his mother when he had chased a man into the bar. The man took Jack’s mother hostage and held a knife to her neck. Jack’s father was able to throw a knife and kill the man. His mother who was extremely grateful would visit Jack’s father everyday. A year later she was pregnant and they were engaged.
[b]Character History (2 parahraphs minimum): Jack was born into a tiny village where he was loved by his parents. He was an intelligent child even if he was big for his age. His father taught jack how to fight at a young age while his mother taught him basic skills. Jack continued to grow in intelligence, height, and strength. At the age of ten he and his family were captured by a group of thieves. The man his father had killed to protect his mother was their boss. They tortured the family and then killed jack’s parents. Jack though was used for amusement and labor.
The boy worked all day and was tortured for anything he did wrong. At night he would gather bandages and wrap up his scarred body trying to keep them from getting infected. On his fifteenth birthday Jack was six feet tall and decided he had taken enough punishment. He gathered up as many firearms and weapons as he could and went on a rampage. He tore through the thieves camps killing off most of them and wounding the rest. After escaping he mad his way to England where he would create his revolver. The revolver had four barrels that rotated so it could hold more than one shot. The bullets were small orbs with a flat bottom filled with gun powder. After inventing the gun he became a drifter searching for a new home.
Family members: -Father-deceased -Mother-deceased -Others- Aunt who lives in France.
Role play example: (3 paragraphs minimum) Marluxia entered the large chambers and looked around the room his pink hair falling in front of his face with every quick movement. He smiled as he noticed old faces and some new and then glanced at Larxene. He wondered if the two of them had been forgiven for the past crimes but only time and Xemnas would reveal that to him.
He glanced around the room one more time analyzing the new members and the old. He flipped his hair from behind his head and walked over to Larxene. His dark cloak scraping against the floor with every step. he had always wondered what had made her follow him. Was it because of his intelligence? His cunning? Or was it something else entirely?
He quickly shook his head as he forced the thoughts from his head and smiled at his old friend. "Hello Larxene." he said in his usually calm and collected voice. His words were friendly but his mind still wondered about her reasons for following him on his scheme. as soon as his mind came to the idea of the scheme he cringed slightly.
What if they were not forgiven? He looked around and saw Zexion. He was in the tower as well but worked with Xemnas and his ambitions while Larxene, Vexen, and himself had there own agenda. But... He glanced over at Roxas. If it was not for that one of there most powerful members would not be here today.
Celebrity: None Anything else: Bite Me
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