Post by Broken on Sept 3, 2013 1:11:26 GMT -5
Name: Jackson O’Ryan: Forsook his name for the new name, Broken as it fit him as he is “Broken”.
Age: Thirty Six in total, twelve years as a nobody, twenty-four as a somebody.
The first, notable feature of Broken is his large, blue, spikey hair. Even though he doesn’t really put time to style it his hair has a habit of staying in place without falling around. The color itself is a navy blue color. His eyes are a deep crimson red and the rest of his face cannot be seen. His skin color is assumed to be a pale grey but it is unknown due to him never showing any sections of his body underneath his bulk of clothing. However Broken stand at a height of six feet and one inch tall. His weight comes to a total of one-hundred and seventy pound, excluding his clothing. Aside from that he appears to be a normal humanoid, ten fingers, ten toes, all the normal limbs and so forth.
Beneath his hair is a long gauze which is tied completely around his forehead and still has room to form a slight flow of the gauze to hang down from the wrap, underneath that are visor like strips of gauze as well. Covering the lower section of his face is the large collar of his forest green cloak which extends around his upper body and flows down to his ankles. His upper body and even down to his hips is a long black formal military cut shirt. Around his waist is a green belt with a slightly pointed silver belt buckle. His shirt then goes from the long sleeves, which fall to his mid-forearm, to a bandage wrap around his lower-forearm. This bandage wraps from his lower forearm to his wrist. Covering his wrist are cuffed gloves. Inside of both bandage and gloves are his hidden wrist blades, which extend over the glove, form the wrist. Bellow his shirt is long black well-fitting pants. These extend down to his ankles, his ankles, like his wrists are covered in bandage; the bandage itself goes down around his heel. Over his feet are black boots.
Broken, is in all proper respects, as much of a Nobody as they come. He is, emotionless in every way shape and form. However he does possess traits linked to that of his Somebody. One of these traits, only refined by his becoming nobody is his silence. He comes as the dark, brooding person who disguises who they truly are on the inside. His being quiet can be extended to him just talking to people in simple one liners, one words, and even just body gestures in communication. However his silence is not the only trait he retains from his Somebody.
Next is an overwhelming desire to become stronger, just the desire to be better than everyone else around you. This mean of gathering power can be in various forms and shapes. Void of compassion, no love, no desire to protect, there is only himself. He only thinks of himself in situations and will do anything to gain power. Betray people he works with on a daily basis, even those he would technically call friends he would betray for that glory of becoming stronger. Becoming stronger is the only means for him to feel “alive” now and while he does keep it under wraps, like he won’t attack just innocents for the pure love of killing them, it would be more akin to challenging ones he knows to be as strong, if not stronger and even then, not even outright fighting them is a way he’d view himself becoming stronger, such as working along with them for something such as sparring partners.
Next is his feeling of being Broken where his name is derived from. He “feels” Broken, empty, void out of existence. This has made him cruel to get the desire to feel alive. Calm and cool to most, and callous to those he has the desire to destroy. Mercy is not within him, honor does not exist to them, and there is only the desire to be alive or the desire to be dead, a two sided coin. While he puts on the destructive, brooding person aura, it is confusion which lies within his core, not knowing anything about what is truly happening to him. This confusion leads to make him have the motive to branch out, to be an important person, no matter the means of being recognized, even if it means defying everyone in the process, being looked to is his desire, his motive, either through fear, or love.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Original World: Valion: As unassuming world that held no importance in the grand scheme of things. It was initially attacked by the heartless twelve years ago at the first outbreak of heartless, sending the inhabitants to various worlds.
Current World: As a Nobody, and neutral evil, he possess portals, or corridors of darkness and is in effect traveling. Ivalice (FFXII) is his current “residence” however.
Jackson O’Ryan was a boy born on an unassuming world. A world of corruption and darkness, pure insanity ran rampant. People there hated each other and would kill each other over petty means. However Jackson never had to face that, he was the son of the king, the prince. He lived a life of ease, and in all truth, hated it. He went to a special schooling program, where he would be taught and tutored over foolish things, or very difficult equations. He was boarded up for his entire life, however he wanted to change that, sure had had experience in fighting, learning how to fence was a must, but he wanted to go outside of the castle, to experience the world in full, no matter the cost.
And with every kind who is given too much time stuck in one room for too long, he found a way out. The castle had various nooks and cranny systems for if the king ever had to flee if the castle were to be attacked by invaders. The child had found his way into one of the crannies which lead to the armory, where the best of the castle’s weapons were kept. And while he had formal training with a sword, he wanted something small and easy to use, well something small and badass; he didn’t care what it was. He picked the first thing that looked epic enough, a pair of hidden wrist blades. And from there his life simply escalated. Of course he took a few other goods, such as a grappling hook and a few other knick-knacks throughout the room.
And from the point on he trained, trained to become stronger, trained to use his new weapons. He went through trial and error until he got the true and proper training with the weapons. He focused on speed, rather than strength due to the small weapon’s frame. He began practicing various skills such as parkour, and even increasing his studies in biology to learn of the critical points of the human body. And finally, he was prepared and able to leave the castle. During the late hours of the night he was often locked in his room and no one looked up on him till the next morning. Using the various toys he had picked up from the armory he fled and the castle, and he was free, finally he tasted the sun without any barriers on his skin, the pollution of the air, it all was so new and wonderful. But he didn’t stop there, it had been like he had gotten a high off of the moment, and like such he wanted more, he craved for it. He then moved through the higher districts of the town until he had been to the lower slums, no one would be upset if he were to kill a minor peasant, and he did, the first kill he’d ever preform, it had warped him, and made him want more of it, but he wasn’t that stupid and he returned to the castle.
For the next four years he continued his routine, as quietly and as effectively as possible, increasing his skills with every turn. But as he grew older, as did his responsibilities in the kingdom and with that followed the future prospect of a mate, it was a dreaded point in his life. Something he didn’t even want to think about, some pathetic chick holding him down, but he had the life a noble, it was fate, but he had the power to change his own fate, and he did. On one night, the day before he choose his mate he decided to leave his home, leave everything behind. After all it had been four years, four years since he actually changed something about his life, and now it would be in effect. And leave he did, as quietly as possible, the longer it took to find him missing, the longer it took to find him in general, and no one would know where he went, he was a silent person throughout his entire life. No note, no goodbye, he just vanished without a trace.
The following day he had set out outside of the city, by disguising himself with the slum district, disguising himself with peasants by offering them large sums of gold once he got to his destination, and as gullible as they were, they took up the chance. And once he had reached his location, which was a couple miles out of the city itself, as he had no idea where he actually wanted to go, he took the chance to kill the people whom he travelled with, the fewer amount of witnesses, the better. And from there he set off into the wide world, not knowing what awaited him, what he expected outside of the walls was pure mystery, that’s why is was such an adrenaline high moment, he thought he could take on anything in the world….
He set himself up a small camp out in the wilds. It was very, very different then the life he was used to, hell the first few months he nearly died, trying to adapt, to fend for himself. Once he had set up a proper home he began the life of being a bandit, hitting caravans and other traveling groups of any supplies that may have been valuable, and for the minor combat training he experienced, though it was very little new combat training at all. But it was a life, he was content with it and with that contentment however, he grew bored, he wanted new horizons, new way to gain absolute power. Not power in being famous, no he hated the thought, the power to be feared, to become stronger then everyone before you so no one would attempt to keep him in a castle, or cage ever again.
But the bandit raiding was losing their flare, their emotion he wanted. So he attempted to step it up more, and re-enter the city as a potential fighter in the town’s arena. It accepted near everyone, not questioning them, flesh blood was flesh blood, they didn’t care. He fought in the arena and found it rather pathetic about who he was sent in to fight. But he viewed it as potential to fight, to become stronger and such he continued it. This continued for the following five years, fighting monsters and other beings when people were too cowardly to step up to the plate. His motivation and pure willpower boosted during these timelines, as did his dark emotions. Arrogance, anger, the lust for power, and so forth only made his urges worse. So he left the city once more and went to his small encampment, returning to his life in the hills.
And on such occasion, after his sixth year of escaping his bonds of being a prince then something drastic happened. The world was attacked by dark beings, no one knew what they were, it was a one sided war, with riots from the people, the guards protecting the king; no one knew what was actually happening to their world. Due to his motivation for more power, and his darkness of heart he was a beacon to the beasts. But he wouldn’t back down from some petty fight with the creatures. He fought for as long as he could, the time he had forgot. Of course even on the brink of death he wouldn’t give up, fighting with his teeth if need be. Trying to survive, he wasn’t afraid, no, he wouldn’t back down, no matter what happened, he continued fighting. Until the end, he blacked out and was reborn, as what he had no idea, but he was Broken, and knew it, and he took up the name Broken.
He woke up in a foreign place, with a vague memory of whom or what he was. All he had was the clothes on his back on the weapons on each wrist. The world he found himself in was odd, yet he had no idea how he had arrived, it was just dark. But he felt nothing, no anger, no rage, it all was foreign to him, the thought of emotion, what was it? He had no idea about it. But he adapted, he viewed it as needed to survive in the confusion. He secluded himself away from the population of people; he was distant for a while, keeping to himself, not letting anyone draw near to him. Of course no one did in the first place after all he was a shadow to them all, just the guy you pass by every day without having a second though, a nobody to everyone around him. T’was a strange thing, but one had to adapt.
During his time, moving like a ghost throughout crowds, invisible. He learned of the world in which he dwelt, Ivalice or something along those lines, he honestly didn’t care though, it was just the place he was at, it meant nothing to him. Though the area had good locations that seemed to be memories of another life, tall buildings to scale and to plunge onto people with his blades stabbing into them, a distant memory but with each passing day he knew more and more, but still had no emotion to speak of. If he could be angered, he would have been, but it was impossible. He adjusted to his new location and got himself a small place in the slums of a low district, it was hardly a place to live but it suited him.
In the seclusion he mulled for several years, adjusting to his new found condition. He had learned of the ability to travel to various worlds with portals however he didn’t inform anyone of this ability, after all there was no one to inform. But on one day he got up and began fighting monsters outside of the city he dwelled in, it was an odd experience, the most powerful memory he had possessed. He remembered his motivation, to obtain power through any means necessary. And thus he had a purpose, and new reason for living, power to obtain was his reason of life now. Though he didn’t just attack any passerby, he viewed it as being reckless and foolish, so he took to hunting monsters whenever he could.
AP – 3/100
MP – 0/100
STP – 3/100
SP – 4/100
Weapons and Chains
Hidden Wrist Blade A wrist blade which is comprised of the same system of the usual hidden wrist blade. A reinforced steel metal which has a three part blade folding mechanism, which operates at a spring release system, it also has an extension of a ring on the small finger to retract the blade and such. However this certain wrist blade has been modified to adapt to the ballistic knife system allowing the launching of the blades at a thirty meter range with a thirty meter a second launch rate, which is also propelled by the spring system. An extension has been made once more to automatically reload the spring system with another blade if need be. Each blade is about one inch in width, has a total length of seven inches and weighs half a pound each. (Holds two of these weapons on each wrist.)
Chains: (leave blank)