Aionvicious
08-04-2009, 09:49 AM
Contact info: vizard001
Name: Jordan Altres
Age: 35
Persona: He holds a calm façade in almost any situation. His calm and almost monotonous voice make all of his sarcastic remarks kind of dry in humor, but make his threats seem all the more serious. Because of his voice people can rarely tell when he’s being sarcastic.
He holds little hope in the survival of humans, and is quite open about it. He has no problem with conversing with people and goes about everyday as if he were going to die that day. He doesn’t know the meaning of regret and cares very little about how people view him.
Technology disgusts him, though he knows it is a necessity in the modern world. If he can find a way to go about things without technology, but without putting forth much effort, he would prefer to do that. He prefers a good sword and shield (though he doesn’t own any) over any gun and a good long walk over a vehicle.
He is rather compulsive about needing to know any and everything around him, and does not feel comfortable if he doesn’t. He will often stop and look around to memorize his surroundings, which usually take all of about five seconds. Some call it paranoia, but he calls it being prepared. He must know a quick route out of a place before entering and a quick path from point A-to-B before moving.
Physical Stature:
http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/deathscrwd/jordanaltres.jpg
http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/deathscrwd/Jordan.png
He has a cold, practically emotionless face that makes most people stay away from him out of fear. His bone chilling crystal blue eyes look as if they analyze and judge everything around, though they often do. He has nappy short black hair that points out in every possible angle, and some you wouldn’t think possible. At first glance his body looks long and lanky, but with further inspection you would find that his muscles are fairly well toned, but not bulky. He stands slightly higher than six feet and weighs roughly one-eighty.
He is usually found wearing a pair of dress shoes and dress slacks with an open collar white button up shirt and an open collar dress coat, and more often than not has a five-o-clock shadow. He never slumps forward when standing or sitting and walks with the balls of his feet touching down first, making him rather quiet and yet quick on his feet.
If he isn’t dressed in work clothes then he is either in a pair of boxers and a tank top or wearing his kendo equipment with his trusty shinai in hand.
Biography: At first appearance he’s your average Japanese tourist, but it’s quite the opposite, he has lived in Japan all of his life and wishes to continue on there. He favors the earth quakes, hoping they will one day destroy more than possibly be repaired though he knows it’ll never happen.
People often compare being around him like being in a grave yard alone. When people get near him, they can’t help but breath hard, not out of excitement, but rather they feel like all of the oxygen is being sucked out of the area. No one knows why they always get that feeling around him, he’s not unattractive, but people can’t help but feel awkward around him. He can hold a decent conversation but often turns the conversation towards how human kind will ultimately destroy itself.
He used to be rather energetic looking guy, and got along with everyone until the day his wife died. Most people think two people died that day, most think he would probably agree. His wife died when a spark lit a cracked gas mane under his house while he was off at work. There was practically nothing left of the house. Most usually die instantly from an explosion of that magnitude, but when he arrived on the scene she was still alive and obviously in great pain. He watched her die from blood loss with a mostly burnt up body. There was no happy ending that day, of any kind, she wasn’t even able to speak to him, she was too busy gasping and screaming in pain. Needless to say, that was the day he stopped trusting technology.
Organization: unaffiliated
Name: Jordan Altres
Age: 35
Persona: He holds a calm façade in almost any situation. His calm and almost monotonous voice make all of his sarcastic remarks kind of dry in humor, but make his threats seem all the more serious. Because of his voice people can rarely tell when he’s being sarcastic.
He holds little hope in the survival of humans, and is quite open about it. He has no problem with conversing with people and goes about everyday as if he were going to die that day. He doesn’t know the meaning of regret and cares very little about how people view him.
Technology disgusts him, though he knows it is a necessity in the modern world. If he can find a way to go about things without technology, but without putting forth much effort, he would prefer to do that. He prefers a good sword and shield (though he doesn’t own any) over any gun and a good long walk over a vehicle.
He is rather compulsive about needing to know any and everything around him, and does not feel comfortable if he doesn’t. He will often stop and look around to memorize his surroundings, which usually take all of about five seconds. Some call it paranoia, but he calls it being prepared. He must know a quick route out of a place before entering and a quick path from point A-to-B before moving.
Physical Stature:
http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/deathscrwd/jordanaltres.jpg
http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/deathscrwd/Jordan.png
He has a cold, practically emotionless face that makes most people stay away from him out of fear. His bone chilling crystal blue eyes look as if they analyze and judge everything around, though they often do. He has nappy short black hair that points out in every possible angle, and some you wouldn’t think possible. At first glance his body looks long and lanky, but with further inspection you would find that his muscles are fairly well toned, but not bulky. He stands slightly higher than six feet and weighs roughly one-eighty.
He is usually found wearing a pair of dress shoes and dress slacks with an open collar white button up shirt and an open collar dress coat, and more often than not has a five-o-clock shadow. He never slumps forward when standing or sitting and walks with the balls of his feet touching down first, making him rather quiet and yet quick on his feet.
If he isn’t dressed in work clothes then he is either in a pair of boxers and a tank top or wearing his kendo equipment with his trusty shinai in hand.
Biography: At first appearance he’s your average Japanese tourist, but it’s quite the opposite, he has lived in Japan all of his life and wishes to continue on there. He favors the earth quakes, hoping they will one day destroy more than possibly be repaired though he knows it’ll never happen.
People often compare being around him like being in a grave yard alone. When people get near him, they can’t help but breath hard, not out of excitement, but rather they feel like all of the oxygen is being sucked out of the area. No one knows why they always get that feeling around him, he’s not unattractive, but people can’t help but feel awkward around him. He can hold a decent conversation but often turns the conversation towards how human kind will ultimately destroy itself.
He used to be rather energetic looking guy, and got along with everyone until the day his wife died. Most people think two people died that day, most think he would probably agree. His wife died when a spark lit a cracked gas mane under his house while he was off at work. There was practically nothing left of the house. Most usually die instantly from an explosion of that magnitude, but when he arrived on the scene she was still alive and obviously in great pain. He watched her die from blood loss with a mostly burnt up body. There was no happy ending that day, of any kind, she wasn’t even able to speak to him, she was too busy gasping and screaming in pain. Needless to say, that was the day he stopped trusting technology.
Organization: unaffiliated