Post by Zephyros on Aug 6, 2009 19:46:36 GMT -5
Name: Joe Hanyo
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality:
He is seen by some as lazy, and by very few, cool. Truthfully, Joe is just a laid-back kind of person. Things in life have always gone both ways for him; his good and bad balances out, leading him down the path of an average life. He takes the good with the bad and doesn't let a lot of things effect him, but he still has his moments where he can be caught off guard.Appearance:
Joe doesn't really care for a lot of things, but to keep up appearances and not come off as a heart-less bastard, he pretends to care. He is generally nice and respectful, and he gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, although his mother didn't raise him to be a fool. He does silently judge people on appearances, but keeps his judgments to himself until he gets to know them.
Joe, being the laid-back kinda person that he is, fits in with a lot of different types of people. Although he generally doesn't like certain groups, he can act a certain way when the situation calls for it so he can simply blend in.
Joe never stands out simply because he never wants to. He likes his simple way of life, and his simple view of things. He has no need to stand out, because that would mean upsetting the balance that he believes in. He is, in a way, consciously ignorant to any other way of life. Ignorance is bliss, after all. Take it from him.
Joe is average height for the men in his family. He is about 5/7 and weigh 163 pounds. He's not fat, neither is he skinny. He's not pale, but he's not the tannest fella on the block either. He's right in the middle, where he likes it. He has a good amount of muscle, so he doesn't appear scrawny, but he's not bulging with rippling pecks like some finer specimens of the sex.Origin of Power:
Joe has mid length, dark brown hair with a single bang slipping out of place, barely able to touch the arch in his right eyebrow, which it hangs over. His eyes are hazel brown, mixed with a bit of gold from his mother. She was a beautiful woman, and it showed in his facial features, but mostly in his eyes.
Joe doesn't wear any special brand of clothing. In fact, he is known to splice different brands without even knowing. He would do something like wear a G.A.P sweat shirt with Nike sneakers, but it doesn't really matter to him so long as he somewhat matches.
He likes to wear plain colors like black, dark blue, or gray. Loud colors don't really seem to fit his personality. Nor do totally wild designs on his clothing. They simply aren't for him.
His favorite out-fit, which he wears whenever its clean, is a white t-shirt with the picture of a steaming cup of coffee on it, and a pair of black jeans that fade to gray in the center. He likes how it is simple, yet it matches. And, of course, the cup of coffee has the name 'Joe' on it. That was a bonus.
Also, he'll normally wear his white Nike sneakers with this, the pair with the black Nike insignia. That way they match his shirt and pants; something one of his ex-girlfriends said was a rule. "Your shoes have to match you shirt or your hat. Never your pants unless it's all one single color."
She was a fashion freak, which is one of the reasons why she dumped him. He just didn't fit her persona.
So there you have it, Joe's average look, and his taste in average clothing.
Joe first discovered his, "Freaky Ghost Vision" when he was in middle school. One of his closest friends killed themselves over something Joe didn't even care to remember, it was so stupid. But afterward, he noticed that one day he saw his deceased friend whilst walking home from school.Special Abilities:
This spirit seemed to appear a lot and Joe thought he was going crazy, so he said nothing. Eventually, he was getting tired of seeing the imaginary image and approached it. "Hey!" He shouted. "Are you real, or am I losing it again?"
"You can see me?" The ghost answered, making that the single most scariest moment in Joe's life. Even scarier than the time he had gotten locked into the girl's bathroom in elementary school.
After conversing with his deceased friend and telling him how stupid he was for killing himself, he began to realize that he could see more spirits. Once again, he thought he was insane, but eventually he came to accept his Freaky Ghost Vision and just left it alone. After all, the ghosts never acted like they wanted to hurt him.
Joe is an excellent carpenter. He has a knack for building, rebuilding, modifying, reorganizing, repairing, and reshaping nearly any type of structure. It's just one of those things that comes naturally to him. But he doesn't get a big head about it, because that just means he has to work a lot. Everybody who knows him personally knows about his talent, so he's always got work to do. You could say he was a master Mr. Fix-it in his friend's eyes, but that's about as far as his fame reaches.Powers First Stage:
Joe also has another, weirder ability. Whenever he is either drunk or severely hung-over, he has the ability to read minds. You read it right! Whenever he is either drunk or severely hung-over, he has the ability to read minds.
Well, Joe doesn't really have any awesome or spectacular powers other than being able to read minds when he is drunk or hung-over. And even with that, if he's drunk he won't remember, and he has to be really, really, really, really hung-over to activate it. But it's hard to make out anything over that splitting headache he gets so its pretty much useless.Powers Second Stage:
When the conditions are right, Joe has the ability to activate his mind-reading abilities. This power is only active literally once in a blue moon. In certain instances when the moon is actually a shade of blue, Joe has the option of switching on his mind-reading ability, if he even notices the moon at all.Skill Level: Special Items: Advanced
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Joe was always the average person and always attempted to be nothing more than average. His parents, on the other hand, were far from average.RP Sample:
His mother was easily recognized as one of the most beautiful women to ever walk the earth. Even though she never took beauty as a profession, wherever she went she was recognized for it.
His father was also an extraordinary rifleman. For a long period of his life, he served in the U.S armed forces as a sniper. While overseas on a trip to Japan, that is where he met the woman that would be his wife.
Joe had a good childhood. His father would, from time-to-time, be called off to serve somewhere, but he had enough money coming in to support his beautiful wife and son.
One thing, though, was that Joe cried a lot as a baby. Nobody knew why, but he just cried all the time. Morning, noon, and night. It got so bad, his mother would match the pitch and tone of his crying with her singing voice, and that's how she would get him to stop.
Whenever he cried, she would sing. After a while, Joe would cry just to get his mother to sing, and he would sometimes attempt to sing with her.
Joe learned how to walk and talk earlier than most babies, but it wasn't like he was a prodigy, he just needed to keep up with his father who was always moving around fixing something, anything he could find.
Joe gained his interest in mechanics from his father, but his true inspiration came from when he would sit with his dad and watch television programs about construction and building.
Even in school, Joe would always play with blocks and other toys, stacking them up and making all types of things with them. But everything he made was childish and made no sense, so his talent was flagged of as childish imaginations. A funny story, but Joe didn't learn how to tie his shoes until he was in kindergarten.
The school bully, after hanging out and chatting with Joe, actually was the one who showed him the bunny-ear technique, which he still sometimes uses to this day.
When in elementary school, Joe was picked on and bullied regularly. He didn't have many friends, because he tried too hard. He was always athletic, and always smart, but socially, he was just... Joe.
Fight after fight after fight. Humiliation moments one after another, Joe decided "Fuck it. I'm done." He, like most kids in his situation, looked forward to middle school as a fresh start at life, but it was just a fresh start down the same road.
He wasn't bullied as often, but it still happened. He was still just as awkward as before, just a bit less out there with it. But then High School rolled around.
By now, Joe was completely done with people. He wouldn't speak unless spoken to and would not act unless absolutely necessary. His hand would never raise before anyone else, even if he knew the answer. He was invisible, but he made himself that way and was happy.
Eventually, people began to wonder who he was. He was a smart person, but he wasn't a nerd. He was quiet, but he wasn't shy. Everyday, more and more people gathered around to talk to him and find out who he was.
He was himself. He answered their questions truthfully and honestly. Some people laughed and poked fun at him, but he would simply laugh back, not trying to defend himself, but because some of the things they said were really funny. Apparently, they liked that about him. He didn't care.
The jocks liked him because he was smart, and athletic, but he never joined any major sports teams. The geeks and freaks liked him because he could laugh with them and share their interests.
The popular girls liked him simply because the popular boys sometimes hung out with him. The goth kids even enjoyed his whole 'I don't really care about anything anymore' attitude.
He truly fit in with everyone. Hell, even the teachers liked him. He was respectable, he didn't fold under peer pressure, and he actually LEARNED THINGS!
But even with all this, he never really stood out. He was in the center position of every group. He wasn't the head jock, nor was he the rookie that everyone pushes around. He was just that guy you never really knew, but happened to see from time-to-time.
After he graduated High School, he went on to get a degree in construction. College was a fun time for him; it was there that he learned about drugs, sex, and rock.
He became a party-animal sometimes and absolutely loved a good party. A chance to unwind and throw all the acts and all the facades out the window. It was a time to get drunk and hit on drunk women. It was a time to wreck people's houses and not have to clean up after yourself. It was simply great.
So now he works as a carpenter; doing jobs for both friends and the company he works for. He was living the good life. He may not have had everything he wanted, but he certainly had enough.
But then 'he' came along...
He received word, via carrier pigeon from his father, (Who knew they even still existed?) that his aunt could no longer support her son, Ruban. And because they were cousins of the same age, (And there was no way his parents were looking after him) he figured it would be best if Ruban came to live with him.
Ruban was... for lack of better words, special. But in both a good and bad way. Anyway, Joe didn't really have any problem with this. Besides, he could use the extra money his father agreed (Was forced) to pay to carry Ruban's weight.
And so now the two cousins live together in their own house, courtesy of Joe's father. And Joe, day by day, slowly grows closer to insanity.
A cranking sound was coming from under a large truck and a pair of legs could be seen from the side, occasionally twitching from side to side. The truck was actually a firetruck located in an abandoned firehouse that Joe happened to find.
There were a few minor problems with the truck, but nothing he couldn't fix. "Ruban. Hand me the monkey." Says a voice from under the truck, but the voice went unanswered.
"Ruban? You there?" Two hands grip the side of the truck and push out a body lying on a wheeled board. Joe was wearing some of his old engineering clothes that had all types of oil stains on them, and his face was blotched in black suit from some unknown source.
His hazel eyes look around the empty garage, but they don't see anybody else in the room. "Aww hell, Ruban?" He calls out as he sits up and peels the dirty brown gloves off his hands. "Ruban, can we not play hide-and-seek right now. We can play later, I promise."
It was oddly quiet in the area, which was giving Joe a very ominous feeling. "Ruban...?" He calls in a quiet tone.
A slight clanking sound can be heard deeper in the empty firehouse and it echoes through the large garage area, startling Joe.
"Ruban, is that you? Stop playing around, man. Come on, cut it out." Joe follows the sound towards the end of the garage. He spies the door leading to the interior of the building, and he hears the sound again.
"Ruban...?" He says, his voice a mere quiver of its former self. He slowly reaches for the doorknob, and wraps his fingers around it.
Turning it lightly, it clicks and pops open a bit, but he fights it back. Now slowly, oh so slowly, he pulls back and opens the door. His head presses against the wall as one hazel eye peers through the widening crack.
He opens the door fully and sticks his head in. Then, he suddenly feels a chill rush up his spine like a piece of cotton being dragged through his skin up his back. His eyes widen and stare up in complete terror as they stare at...
