“Relax and do what you know, doing anything else will just confuse you.”
Overview
Name
Jonathan Harper
Age
15
Gender
Male
Orientation
Straight
Social Class
Wealthy
Defining Hobby
Jon has always loved sports of all kinds and was seen as a potential future D-1 basketball recruit, though since his injury he has been exploring the more “geeky” side of life. Recently he has really gotten into video games and is discovering anime.
Occupation
He is currently not employed, because most of his off time is spent in rehab. He does get an allowance to support him though.
Characterization
Physical Description
Jonathan stands at an impressive 5’10 and weighs 160 lbs. He has an incredibly athletic body with very little body fat, even though he has softened a bit since his injury. Jon is a freak athlete that seems to have little trouble excelling at any sport, no matter how demanding. For most of those sports, he relies more on freak athleticism than skill, except for basketball. He has a slight limp favoring his left knee and currently is unable to enjoy most sports. He has blonde messy hair that comes down to his hazel eyes, which shine with a mischievous glow. Typically his clothing consists of a combination of hoodies, t-shirts,shorts and athletic shoes. He also has his favorite pair of glasses hanging off his clothes somewhere at all times.
Personality Traits
Calm
Kind
Competitive
Intelligent
Lazy
Demanding
Likes & Dislikes
Basketball
Basically every other sport
Gaming
Anime
History
Sleep
Winning
Math
Science
Sore losers
Mornings
Clams
Home Life
Jon is currently living with Matsutoya Nanako and her family. Jon's father asked for this as a favor from Nanako's father, since they know each other through business dealings. His parents stayed in America for their jobs when he was sent to Japan. He has a normal relationship with his parents, though he believes them to be a bit demanding. He has adapted well to independent life, but he still has things to learn. He spends most early mornings and nights at a variety of places going through physical therapy.
Personal Motivation
Jon hopes to recover from his left knee injury during the school year, as well as expand his horizons. He also guesses it might not hurt to get decent grades.
Miscellaneous
Relationships
Matsutoya Nanako: Jon is currently staying with her and her family. He's has only arrived rather recently, so he doesn't know her well, which is something he hopes to change.
Belongings & Inventory
Typically Jon has his keys and phone with him at all times.
Description: Alexander has tanned skin from his days spent in the sun at sea. He has black hair cut short and slight stubble on his jaw. Alexander's eyes are Hazel, with a glint of mischief. He stands at a respectable 5'10", and weighs about 170 lbs. During the average day, he wears soft boots and leather pants. While at sea he typically copies the other sailors and wears no shirt, that does not mean he can't dress respectably. For political functions, he typically wears decorative leather armor with silver accents.
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Alexander after being at sea for a while. (closest to what I was thinking.) "Class": Earl of a southern province
Motivation: Alexander believes that the people of the kingdom are the true heart of the nation. While he doesn't want a bloody rebellion to rip apart the nation he so dearly loves, he believes changes must be made. He wants to pass peaceful reforms to control the monarchs and even believes that a council of lords should be organized to deal with the day to day business of the kingdom. While not truly believing in democracy he thinks that the people need more of a voice since they are the ones that know the struggles they are going through.
History: Alexanders father had been a successful military leader and believed that all men in an army had equal importance, including the commander. He had drilled this into Alexander at a very young age and the boy believed it fanatically. His father would find him helping the maid clean dishes and the gardener rake the leaves. His father's city loved him, and he was like the cities son. He was never afraid to talk to a new person no matter what they looked like. He wrestled with the city boys, getting just as filthy as the rest of them.
When he was about 15 his father was called on to lead troops to deal with a small peasant uprising. That was the first time Alexander saw battle. No, it wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. The peasants were not prepared for the highly professional army his father maintained or the ruthlessness they showed. The peasants had charged the army in a frenzy. It was obvious who would win but they refused to disarm and surrender. It was over within 10 minutes, with very few deaths on his father's side. The peasants were an entirely different story, the villages they came from were put to the torch and families split up. They were sent to all different corners of the kingdom never to see their loved ones again.
After the campaign, Alexander began to take up the hobby of sailing. He would be gone for weeks at a time only stopping home to gather crew and supplies. He couldn't be near his father or that dammed city. Those people who were okay with what was happening in the kingdom, to their nation. Three years ago Alexander returned to the news that his father was dead, and he was the new lord of the fief. He immediately became racked with guilt for abandoning his father, for not being there when he died. He became determined to fix the kingdom, but not through death. He decided he would lead by example and began implementing policies to improve the life of his citizens. He has created a council of citizens to run his city, while he focuses on running the countryside. Even though he hates the death of innocent peasants he has no qualms about killing those who hurt people.
Strengths: Tactician: While he hates to admit it he is a brilliant military commander much like his father. Sailor: Still spending much time at sea he is a great sailor and competent navigator. Inspires Loyalty: His soldiers are fanatically loyal because he stands and fights on the front lines with them and won't make them do anything he wouldn't do himself. Soldier: To call him a duelist would hurt the feelings of any real sword master. What Alexander does is best for the dirty confusing mess that is a battlefield. He uses a collection of dirty tricks and brute force attacks.
Weakness: Terrible Liar: Alexander is a terrible liar and politician. He would rather punch a manipulative lord than talk with him. Merciful: While he is an intelligent commander he has fears of repeating what his father did, so he takes unnecessary risks to let the enemy surrender.
What is the most important thing to know about your character? Alexander believes that an open rebellion is a stupid idea and will fight against it if civilians are caught in the crossfire. He is fiercely loyal to his country and wants to improve it, not destroy it.
What is your character's greatest flaw? He does everything he can to avoid the massacre at his father's hands. He will avoid death even at risk to himself unless the enemy has harmed innocent civilians and done wrong according to him.
Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? He is a powerful man in control of one of the largest ports in the Kingdom and maintains one of the few professional armies.
"HEAVE, HEAVE, HEAVE" For the last three hours that had been the only noise that any of the sailors could hear. That and the sound of their oars hitting the water of course. Alexander was rowing along with the rest of his crew, straining with every pull of the oar. It had been his mistake that had caused them to stray off course in the first place. They had been planning to rendezvous with some of the other ships from the harbor for a race. Alexander was sure he had aligned his map correctly, but his first mate had picked up on his mistake....after they had been sailing for 4 hours. The mistake was small, but even one such as this put them leagues away from their meeting point. Even worse is that the wind was now blowing into the bow of the ship causing the sail to be useless. Alexander had felt terrible because now his crew would have hours of hard rowing ahead of them. He had walked over to one of the oarsmen and told him he would row for him for an hour. Ever since then he had been switching with a different rower on the turn of the hour. It was his mistake, so he had to pay for it just like his crew had to even though they didn't make the mistake. He heard his skipper call rest and glanced behind him and saw the masts of the ships they were to meet.
Alexander jumped over the railing of the ship the captains had decided to gather on. They were all in a circle getting drunk from a cask of ale in the center of them. From the looks of things this wasn't the first cask either, and probably won't be the last. Alexander nudged one of the men aside and sat down between two of the captains. He grabbed a mug and filled it with the rum and took a long drink from it, almost emptying it. "About time you got here, we almost thought you had gone and gotten yourself sunk or something." The man speaking to Alexander was Old Gibbs, he was a smuggler and perhaps the most loved person on the coastline. He was a kind man and kept his prices low, and even paid his taxes. Alexander had met the man when he first began sailing and thought of him as an Uncle more than anything.
"Just got a little off course, nothing we couldn't handle. I am just hurt you boys began drinking without me."
"Aye, and we almost started the race without you. We were just worried you would put us in the stockades for slighting you, my Lord."
As Gibbs said those last words he grinned and performed a clumsy bow, almost falling over because how drunk he was. Everyone on the boat knew Alexander would do such thing, they all just enjoyed messing with the Earl because he knew how to take a joke.
"I would have done it too you dirty crimi-."
Alexander tried to sound menacing but broke up into a laughing fit before he could finish the sentence. He was old friends with all the men on the ship, no with all the men in their little fleet. Alexander rose from his position and stretched out.
"We better begin getting ready for the race, my steward probably is buying poison to kill me this instant." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The race had been fairly successful, but not as much as he would have liked. His ship had come in third, and it was all because of his mistake. The last stretch of the race had been against the wind and his already tired crew couldn't keep up with the fresh me on the other ships. They had all said their farewells to each other cheerily. Alexander's ship began their slow journey back to port just after nightfall. Everyone on the ship was exhausted, so Alexander was taking the long way back to the port so he had the wind at his sails for a longer amount of time.
As she glided over the water she looked nothing like the warship she truly was. The ram was barely visible below the waterline only producing a slight ripple in the water a few feet ahead of the ship. Alexander had modified her over the years to fit his own needs. That meant taking much of the armor off and making her waterline higher, so she was faster. This probably what made the pirates confident enough to attack a ship flying the Earl's flag. Normally the Hawk and Spear were enough to frighten off any raiders planning to attack a ship flying it. Alexander was notorious for his crusade against pirates. This included building 20 ships from an older design from the south he had learned of while on one of his trips. They seemed to be knives cutting through the water, utilizing 40 oars to achieve incredible speed. They had been crushing the pirates and ruining their business. Most pirates had left Alexander's waters, but some still remained.
The pirates had crept up on their "prey" seemingly unnoticed hoping to catch it unawares. As they drew up next to the ship they threw up grappling hooks then waited quietly for a second if an alarm would be sent up. They began climbing and became more confident, believing they were about to capture an easy prize. As they pulled themselves up onto the deck they were met with a site they had not been expecting. A young man was standing right in front of them with a naked sword in his hand, ready and prepared. What was more terrifying was that about twenty heavily armed men were right behind them wearing the armor of naval marines. The young man looked towards the man who had led the climb up the ladder and gave him a determined look.
"Surrender now and you will be tried fairly in court."
The pirates looked at each other confused at what to do till one of them shouted, "I am not rotting in a jail cell!!" The man charged the young man sword swinging wildly. As he came close Alexander tossed the sword towards the enemies face. His opponent dodged the throw quickly glancing at it as it passed by him. That was his biggest mistake, Alexander closed the distance between him and the man lightning fast and gripped the pirate's sword arm while headbutting the man in the nose. The pirate fell backward tears crawling into his vision as Alexander rushed forward keeping near the falling man. The pirate stumbled to regain his footing, but Alexander swiped at one of the man's legs knocking it out from under him. He twisted the pirate's arm until he dropped his sword. Alexander quickly grabbed it and held it to the man's throat.
"I'll ask you one more time. Surrender."
The pirate's hands shot up and he nodded. The engagement had lasted all of 7 seconds, and the pirates knew they were outmatched. The Pirates dropped their swords and raised their hands in surrender. Not a single man resisted the entire trip back to port.
Name Zakhul Titles Beast of Balcoth Age older than he can remember Race Daemon Training The battlefield is the best educator in the art of war one can find. Zakhul has fought in many a battle throughout his life. Experience has grown his skills with very little legitimate training. For a few years he had a swordsman train him in the basics, but he in no way achieved mastery of swordsmanship. Equipment
-simple clothing: Simple riding clothes that are nothing special. Higher quality than what a peasant would wear, but nowhere near what a noble would wear. -sword: A simple sword made of quality materials. -scrolls: A few scrolls for writing. -feather pen: A pen for writing on said scrolls.
Spell Skills
-Illusion magic: Zakhul utilizes illusion magic to change the placement of his attacks by just a few inches, mostly geared to messing up their timing. He also uses the magic to disguise his more demonic features.
Other skills
-Hand to hand combat: He is an expert in hand to hand combat, preferring to fight barehanded than with a weapon. -Good Situational awareness: He is very good at keeping track of everything on the battlefield after he has noticed it. This allows him to stay away from environmental hazards and stay wary of foes outside of his vision.
Weaknesses
-Incredibly lazy: He is unwilling to put effort into nearly anything, unless the incentives are high. -Overconfident: Years of not being killed has made Zakhul believe he is somewhat indestructible. -Slightly insane: Imprisoning his mind has broken it slightly causing him to become slightly insane.
Affiliation his pillow(his one true friend) Personality All Zakhul wants in life is to do nothing and be entertained. Of course that is not how life works, so he often misses any entertaining event he hoped to see. Zakhul is often calm and unguarded when he speaks. He doesn't understand why he should try and lie about things, because who could harm him. More likely to toy with an enemy than kill them instantly he can be seen as cruel. The more accurate description is that he doesn't want the excitement to leave. He often spares his defeated enemies in exchange for a favor, hoping they will become entertaining once again. History Zakhul is one of the ancient demons that were summoned when the harvester reigned. He was a ferocious fighter that utilized incredibly quick movement and illusion magic to overwhelm and confuse his enemies. While not quite royalty he was held in high regard by the other Daemons he interacted with.
After the crucible Zakhul had been caught on the outside of the barrier, having his mind freed from the harvester. Unsure of where to go he attempted to find a safe place to get his bearings and learn what happened. He came upon an abandoned fortress that appeared to have fallen into disrepair only a few decades ago. Exploring the fortress he made his way to the lords chambers and looked upon the bed. On looking at the bed a wave of exhaustion overcame him and he stumbled forward. Collapsing to the ground Zakhul could feel his eyelids shutting on their own, as if some force was forcing them closed.
He slept for many years before being woken up by a party of adventures looting his hidden castle. After driving the adventures away he decided to go see how the world had changed.
Leaving his castle he used minor illusion magic to disguise his daemonic features and set out into the world. He spent many years just wandering around the world, spending nights in any dry place he could find. He observed and tested the people of this planet, trying to learn more about them. He began to see the puny mortals he had terrorized in a new light and became fascinated by them. To him their multifaceted nature was extremely interesting to him, because of the one sidedness of daemons.
Zakhul began to start interacting with the humans more closely, moving into a village as a “trader” and becoming part of a community. After a few years he would leave and find a new town to stay in for a while. He continued like this for a while before he started to notice changes in him. He had lost his lust for power and felt more comfortable in his human form. He felt different than before he started this journey, more...less. He felt less “all powerful”, more mortal. He knew he was still as powerful, but he had begun thinking like a human after lifetimes among the creatures.
This realization shocked his mind, that he was becoming something he had previously viewed as weak and pathetic. That he no longer truly felt like a daemon. The worst part though is that he now viewed his past actions through the morals and viewpoints of humans. Fleeing to his hidden home he tried to reconcile what he had done with his new conscience. Unable to do that he imprisoned his mind, creating the detached creature that exists today.
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