Post by Jonas Voxx on Jan 25, 2009 8:55:27 GMT -5
♥ Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon♥
*I wouldn‘t advise you to underestimate me. The last person who made that mistake wound up dead.*
*I wouldn‘t advise you to underestimate me. The last person who made that mistake wound up dead.*
Behind the RPer
Nickname: Ross
Age: 15
Gender: Male
How can we reach you: MSN - plonky1993@hotmail.com
RP Experience: 3+ years
Your Character
Name: Jonas Voxx
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Play By: Walter Dornez, from Hellsing
Loyal to: Neutral
Occupation: Butler, bodyguard
Name: Jonas Voxx
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Play By: Walter Dornez, from Hellsing
Loyal to: Neutral
Occupation: Butler, bodyguard
Likes:
- Intelligent conversation
- Reading
- High-quality tea
- Spending time with his charges
Dislikes:
- Groundless arrogance
- Idiocy of any kind
- Unnecessary fighting
- Seeing friends in trouble
Strengths:
- Possesses superhuman reflexes, speed and agility despite his age
- Intelligent, with an innate understanding of battle
- Able to keep his cool and think things through in the heat of battle
- Slow to anger
Weaknesses:
- Unable to withstand large amounts of physical punishment
- Prone to excessive violence and bouts of blind recklessness when angered
- Cannot stand being outwitted
Personality: The well-bred Jonas can be quite a complicated character, depending on what mood he’s in. On a good day, he’s sociable, polite, selfless and chivalrous to a fault, with a strong sense of justice and a strict moral code. His manner of speech is very eloquent, as befitting his intellect, and he carries himself with an air of dignity and silent authority. He’s able to keep his head while everyone else loses theirs, and will not hesitate to take charge if the situation’s about to go to hell.
When he’s in a bad mood, however, he changes considerably. He becomes irritable and hostile, rebuking most attempts at conversation by using his wit to dish out a storm of sarcastic barbs. If one knows which buttons to press, it can be quite easy to anger Jonas, but one had better be prepared for the consequences. Vengeful when wronged, Jonas has no problem giving whoever’s slighted him a lesson in violence. Nonetheless, it’s equally easy for Jonas’ friends to calm him down, for he is not aggressive at heart and rarely holds grudges.
History: Born and raised in a affluent neighbourhood, Jonas was brought up to be well-bred and respectable, and joined a butlery school at the behest of his parents. He graduated with flying colours and was soon in the employ of an executive of a pharmaceutical company. He served the man faithfully for several years and was well liked and respected by his master’s family and colleagues.
However, somebody out there didn’t like the exec. His house was raided and ransacked one winter night, and Jonas was hit with a Molotov as the thugs made their escape. Before he could be taken to hospital to be treated for his injuries, the lightly injured exec let him in on a secret. The exec was part of a shadowy organization that hired out bodyguards to those willing to pay for this special brand of protection. The exec and a few colleagues had Jonas transported to this organization’s headquarters, where the butler was treated for his injuries and his body genetically enhanced to give him superhuman speed, agility and reflexes.
Jonas joined the ranks of the organization’s guards and, over the course of 29 years, was hired out a total of eleven times. He quickly gained a reputation as one of the organization’s finest “employees”, with his grim determination and his mastery of his weapon of choice; a seemingly infinite length of ultra-strong microfilament wire capable of slicing through solid steel. Training himself in the use of all manner of blades and firearms, Jonas became an invaluable asset to the organization.
Jonas had a penchant for taking on the oddest charges, and his twelfth client was no exception, but he was not to meet the young girl he was hired to protect. Whilst in his quarters, preparing himself to meet his client, Jonas spared a glance at his reflection and stopped dead when he noticed it was staring back at him, body turned front-on to the surface even though Jonas’ body was facing away. Weirder still was the swirling black portal materialising behind the reflection. Taking a closer look, intrigued but terrified, Jonas had barely enough time to release a yell of surprise as his reflection reached out and dragged him into the mirror…
Custom Title: One hell of a butler
Sample RP:
A (not so) little something for another forum:
What a pathetic creature…
Watching the battle raging before him from atop an intact building, Grievous studied the immense monster. Its bulk was primarily what kept it alive in the face of the humans’ offensive. The head would probably be the weak spot, but the tanks were too close to the beast to get a good shot. Not only this, but their slow speed and inability to manoeuvre quickly in the shifting terrain made them easy targets for the creature; a fact emphasised by the destruction of another tank as the huge monstrosity crushed it underfoot.
The incompetence of these soldiers disgusted Grievous. He had no sympathy for them, but this beast was in his way all the same. Time to step in and show them how it was meant to be done. Stepping forward, the Kaleesh let himself fall off the top of the building. His cloak whipping around his body as he fell, the cyborg rotated in the air as he approached the ground and landed with a deafening crash. The concrete pavement underfoot cracking and buckling under the force of the impact, Grievous straightened up and reached up to his neck, undoing the ropes that held his cloak in place and letting it fall in a haphazard pile around his clawed feet.
Let’s make this quick.
His reptilian eyes narrowing in their red-raw sockets, Grievous broke into a sprint, leaping at the creature and latching onto it, his razor-sharp claws tearing into the tough hide and finding ample purchase upon the flesh. His traction assured, the droid commander set off up the monster’s body, nimbly dodging its attempts to brush him off with wide sweeps of its hand. Within about ten seconds he’d ascended the beast’s body - time to have some fun. Reaching to his waist, he unclipped a pair of metal cylinders and, gripping one in each hand, pressed a pair of buttons. Suddenly, a green blade of energy burst into existence from the end of each cylinder with the familiar snap-hiss. If he could smile, Grievous would be doing so; as he set about slashing the back of the monster’s neck, its furious roars of protest rang out for all to hear. The soldiers even stopped firing for a moment, watching in awe as the beast reached up and tried to swat away its assailant.
As the blur of green worked its way further through the flesh, Grievous became aware of the massive hand coming his way and promptly launched himself upwards, his powerful mechanical legs allowing him to easily clear the incoming extremity. As he came back down, he reversed his grip on his lightsabers and drove the blades deep into the creature’s neck as he landed. Relishing its continued roars of agony, the cyborg wasted no time in dragging the blades towards the monster’s head. As the blades effortlessly burned through the flesh and bone, the beast’s roars became louder, its attempts to rid itself of this attacker more desperate. Not wanting to let up in his assault, Grievous decided to forgo dodging the beast’s hands in favour of attacking them with his sabers and causing the monster more pain in retaliation for its attacks.
He soon found himself atop the creature’s head. Now for the final stroke. He reached for his waist again and retrieved two more sabers. Somehow he was gripping two in each hand…
*C-C-C-Click*
The soldiers were even more dumbstruck as Grievous’ arms split in half lengthways. Each three-fingered hand gripping a saber, Grievous ignited the two extra weapons, one blade blue and the other yellow. Chuckling sadistically under his breath, the Kaleesh warlord spoke one word of farewell to his next victim.
”Die.”
With that, he plunged all four blades into the monster’s head. Slicing through the skull and into the brain, they tore great gashes in the organ, the cyborg dragging them to and fro for maximum damage. The roars of the monster became more like screams, its furious thrashing more like death throes. Ripping out the sabers and disigniting them, Grievous’ chuckle grew into a maniacal laugh as the creature faltered, less sure in its movements. Its roars lessened into a dull groan and it stopped moving… then started falling. Grievous kept his balance as the monstrosity toppled to the ground, and jumped off when it started picking up speed. With a mighty crash, the huge monster slammed to the ground, the road crumbling beneath its massive bulk. As the dust billowed up, the creature’s killer thudded to the ground , kicking up dust of his own. Rising to his full height, Grievous clipped his sabers to his waist and his eyes fell upon the soldiers, all deathly silent and staring at him. Snorting, with nothing to say to them, the Kaleesh strode past them to retrieve his cloak.
Watching the battle raging before him from atop an intact building, Grievous studied the immense monster. Its bulk was primarily what kept it alive in the face of the humans’ offensive. The head would probably be the weak spot, but the tanks were too close to the beast to get a good shot. Not only this, but their slow speed and inability to manoeuvre quickly in the shifting terrain made them easy targets for the creature; a fact emphasised by the destruction of another tank as the huge monstrosity crushed it underfoot.
The incompetence of these soldiers disgusted Grievous. He had no sympathy for them, but this beast was in his way all the same. Time to step in and show them how it was meant to be done. Stepping forward, the Kaleesh let himself fall off the top of the building. His cloak whipping around his body as he fell, the cyborg rotated in the air as he approached the ground and landed with a deafening crash. The concrete pavement underfoot cracking and buckling under the force of the impact, Grievous straightened up and reached up to his neck, undoing the ropes that held his cloak in place and letting it fall in a haphazard pile around his clawed feet.
Let’s make this quick.
His reptilian eyes narrowing in their red-raw sockets, Grievous broke into a sprint, leaping at the creature and latching onto it, his razor-sharp claws tearing into the tough hide and finding ample purchase upon the flesh. His traction assured, the droid commander set off up the monster’s body, nimbly dodging its attempts to brush him off with wide sweeps of its hand. Within about ten seconds he’d ascended the beast’s body - time to have some fun. Reaching to his waist, he unclipped a pair of metal cylinders and, gripping one in each hand, pressed a pair of buttons. Suddenly, a green blade of energy burst into existence from the end of each cylinder with the familiar snap-hiss. If he could smile, Grievous would be doing so; as he set about slashing the back of the monster’s neck, its furious roars of protest rang out for all to hear. The soldiers even stopped firing for a moment, watching in awe as the beast reached up and tried to swat away its assailant.
As the blur of green worked its way further through the flesh, Grievous became aware of the massive hand coming his way and promptly launched himself upwards, his powerful mechanical legs allowing him to easily clear the incoming extremity. As he came back down, he reversed his grip on his lightsabers and drove the blades deep into the creature’s neck as he landed. Relishing its continued roars of agony, the cyborg wasted no time in dragging the blades towards the monster’s head. As the blades effortlessly burned through the flesh and bone, the beast’s roars became louder, its attempts to rid itself of this attacker more desperate. Not wanting to let up in his assault, Grievous decided to forgo dodging the beast’s hands in favour of attacking them with his sabers and causing the monster more pain in retaliation for its attacks.
He soon found himself atop the creature’s head. Now for the final stroke. He reached for his waist again and retrieved two more sabers. Somehow he was gripping two in each hand…
*C-C-C-Click*
The soldiers were even more dumbstruck as Grievous’ arms split in half lengthways. Each three-fingered hand gripping a saber, Grievous ignited the two extra weapons, one blade blue and the other yellow. Chuckling sadistically under his breath, the Kaleesh warlord spoke one word of farewell to his next victim.
”Die.”
With that, he plunged all four blades into the monster’s head. Slicing through the skull and into the brain, they tore great gashes in the organ, the cyborg dragging them to and fro for maximum damage. The roars of the monster became more like screams, its furious thrashing more like death throes. Ripping out the sabers and disigniting them, Grievous’ chuckle grew into a maniacal laugh as the creature faltered, less sure in its movements. Its roars lessened into a dull groan and it stopped moving… then started falling. Grievous kept his balance as the monstrosity toppled to the ground, and jumped off when it started picking up speed. With a mighty crash, the huge monster slammed to the ground, the road crumbling beneath its massive bulk. As the dust billowed up, the creature’s killer thudded to the ground , kicking up dust of his own. Rising to his full height, Grievous clipped his sabers to his waist and his eyes fell upon the soldiers, all deathly silent and staring at him. Snorting, with nothing to say to them, the Kaleesh strode past them to retrieve his cloak.
Password: Ginger
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