Post by Jaxon Vergil Talon on Nov 20, 2012 23:06:26 GMT
JAXON V Talon
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FULL NAME: Jaxon Vergil Talon
NICK NAMES:"V", Jaxx
AGE AND BIRTH DATE: 21, 12/01/1991
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: Black Caribbean
MEMBER GROUP: Outsider
STYLE AND APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOUR AND STYLE:
EYE COLOUR: Dark brown, deep
BUILD: Athletic
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6ft 1 75KG
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: None
SCARS: Under arm scars from abusive past, fingernail scars
FACE CLAIM: Idris Elba
ANYTHING ELSE: Buff around his neck (microfiber neck scarf)
Leather gloves fingerlesss
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Jax is a dark character, there are no two ways about describing or even seeing it. He wears a lot of dark, clothing and he has dark features, dark eyes too. But underneath it all..
He is reasonably tall for his weight at 6 ft 1, not intimidating mind, but when he wants it known, his presence will be. Granted he isn't invisible, hes just good at keeping quiet.
Being 75 kilograms in weight he is not someone easy to topple, and due to his training he is very good at maintaining his balance. He has stockier legs than arms which makes him look slightly odd, but his broad shoulders keep him quite leveled out.
Physically his fitness is quite good due to his Mixed Martial Arts training for the past 2 years. Hes in good shape, muscles aren't huge or defined but Jax has done a fair amount of tension training to increase muscle density.
Despite all the training however, he still slouches far too much, his posture is quite terrible and he leans his head forward slightly too much. Most likely it would be far too easy to tell who he is just by his posture or body language.
Jax keeps a closed stance, despite the fact the he is a welcoming soul if anyone ever stops to notice he is there. However being as somewhat misunderstood and daunting as he may appear with his dark eyes and serious face it can put people off wanting to go near him, that and he rarely blinks. Does not like to miss things, another thing that keeps people away because he can often be confused for someone who just stares at people.
Facially he isn't a frequent shaver, his facial hair grows quite evenly throughout but he only keeps it shaved to a rough bristle. The dark hair highlights that his skin, while dark, isn't completely dark. He has a serious face, which is a fault of his, some frown lines on his forehead and dark eyes mean that he has a somewhat aggressive look on his face without meaning too. His jeans are a mainstay, they are dark blue Levi's from the loose fit range, very resistant to constant use and rough daily use. He keeps this look due to his natural want of comfort in clothing, he hates restrictions like small spaces and tight clothes. Restrictions limit movement, limited movement means slower escapes, slower reactions, slower fun, slower intimacy. Sometimes things should be done with efficiency, other times they should be done comfortably, but slow and comfortable are not the same. so baggy clothing be comfy.
GETTING TO KNOW YOU
LIKES:
-Mixed Martial Arts
-Piano
-Intimacy - Closeness
-Conversation
-Strong women
-Tenacity
-Challenges, especially with people
DISLIKES:
-Arrogance
-Uncertainty
-Lack of Hope
-Disloyalty
-Pain
-Tight clothing
-Anywhere with limited vision
-Getting bored
STRENGTHS:
-Leadership Qualities
-Guardian like Persona
-People watching/ Reading
-Patience
-Tenacity in all tasks
-Tolerance for ignorance
-Hearing in crowds
WEAKNESSES:
-Confused easily
-Guns
-Women
-Misdirection - too trusting
-Asthma - Hates smoke
-Strong smells, Natural sense of smell is easily overpowered.
SECRETS:
-Sadistic personality when angry
-Killed his best friend before he turned.
-Will endanger himself and those around him in a fit of rage
-Poorly controlled temper
-Over-thinker, to the point where he might not move for long periods
FEARS:
-Wasps
-Women who stare
-Guns
-Solitary confinement
-Loneliness - he keeps his distance but he wants to be around people
GOALS:
-Protect someone due to previous personal failure.
-Live through and prove that his weak lungs wont stop him being strong
-Avoid conflict where possible, Fight without remorse if necessary.
-Extremely hygienic!
QUIRKS: Left hand usually clenching and un-clenching
-Kissing his teeth
-Stutters when nervous.
-Tries to speak with decent etiquette, this fails when he is mad.
HABITS:
-Taps or moves feet when sitting to keep movement.
-Humming... all the time, usually so low that hes only aware hes humming but cant even hear it.
-People watching, often mistaken for stalking or being a creeper
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Jaxon is what he himself has dubbed a "Hyperthinker".
He is completely aware that he thinks far too much more than he should, and the only way he operates well is by having a constant source of distraction at his side, be that an iPod or something to play with on his phone. Chewing gum is not enough of a distraction to be counted as it requires virtually no upper level thinking, like listening or conversation, or running while searching for an escape route.
Unfortunately for him there is no switch off function for this kind of thinking. He hates what he does, analyse and deconstruct, reconstruct and recreate, scenarios events, people, places, dreams, He would be hallucinating and might not even realize it. First thought about the apocalyptic shitstorm that hit his thoughts was that he was going mad with a hallucination and was trying to wake himself up by punching lamp posts as he passed them on the route too his cousins house.
The sheer lack of conversation made his brain numb and the his iPod battery, while full, was needed to be saved. He might go mad without it, or he might die if he couldn't hear anything. Simple logic really, only other great thing about Jax was his ridiculous peripheral vision, which he abused to make sure people didn't sneak up on him, and that was before everyone within a 30 mile radius was more than likely a shambling fleshy corpse wanting to appease nothing more than its appetite.
The running makes the asthma a problem, chest tightening for short periods and without a working inhaler he needs time to recuperate, over time however he has used some breathing techniques to lessen the strain.
Aside from his constant need to protect, and he calls it a need because he failed to protect one that he cared about, Jax wants nothing more than a companion, he just isn't sure which form this companion will take.
Jax has a trust complex, his initial reaction to trust based situations is to give trust, and let the other person prove him wrong. This however has a different application with women, a he has a love for women, and a fear of them for all the same reasons and aspects. People who stare, especially pretty girls or the like, another thing that bugs him, despite the fact that he does it himself, mostly when hes people watching, observing mannerisms and making mental notes of who to keep a distance from.
EXPLAIN YOURSELF
HOME TOWN: Stevenage
WHERE WERE YOU?: On a train to Finsbury Park, visiting family around 30 minutes from the station
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?: Heading toward central London from the North.
PARENTS: Mother - Lara - 45 - Service desk engineer - Deceased
Father - Paul, 47/ Unknown,/Unknown. (hopefully dead)
SIBLINGS: Sister - Shauna - 20 - Midwife intern, she was at the hospital the night before and on the train with me when it hit..
ANYONE ELSE?: Drake - 22 - Gamestation Employee - Cousin - Most likely alive, i mean Christ he kept himself in decent enough shape i guess and he was a nerdy git, Zombie apocalypse shouldn't be hard for him to survive surely...
Dan - 21 - old friend - Deceased - Was on the train when the turning started, i didn't let him make it off. Logical choice.
PETS: None
COMPLETE HISTORY: Jaxon V. Talon has not had a hard life so to speak, a simple and not necessarily well off one, but not a hard, not physically at least. When he was young he experienced some things that most children with abusive fathers will be able to relate too. Jax had a life surrounded by women, which could have made him turn out multiple ways, but with the absence of his "Dad" whom he prefers to refer to as "Sperm donor or someone you only see next Tuesday", he decided to be the best version of a Man that he could be. From a young age that was hard going but he still managed to have fun. Up until secondary school. The vast majority of his child life was easy and happy despite the obvious struggles he witnessed his mother go through. Lara was strong and fierce in her determination not to let the worlds weight be let on our young shoulders so that we may live as happy a life as we could. But she never lied either, was always honest about her situation and that we weren't rich or powerful but we were what we were and happy for it. School was easy, if a bit too easy. Jax was not a lazy kid but he was never overly interested in anything he didn't previously have an interest in, so marks were average.
Jax never did more than he had too with girls, he like their attention but due to his lack of a Dad he didn't have a lot of man time, so he didn't go out of his way to impress anyone of the female populous at school. Secondary school however, was a vastly different game of chess.
Relationship Politics, a subject that was not an official class but one that everyone was taking regardless. Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl doesn't necessarily like boy, boy gets disappointed that nothing happens, girl gets with boys friend, boy gets unhappy.. That cycle was beyond common, there was always a "hotter friend" or a "better guy" but they were always the kind of bad boy dickheads that girls feel the need to "change" the man. This never happened to Jax, he had 2 good relationships in school, they didn't end with animosity. And then there was Fiona, beautiful in far too many a way and a curse on his psychology from the day they had issues. She was abusive in ways that Jax at the time did just NOT understand and after much struggle with it he ended what they had under the pretense that it would hopefully let him be at peace but no. She came down on him like a tonne of bricks. Making accusations of a horrific nature, backed up by visible proof that implicated him further. Jax's naturally logical thought process cracked under the weight of the water torrent that was smashing him against the protective barriers of his existence and he went crazy, and because of that and the subsequent lack of logic and pure fury, Fiona got the sympathy vote. Everyone's sympathy vote. Jax was isolated, but didn't give anyone there the satisfaction of leaving. He suffered for the next 3 years of school being the underdog, hated, accused kid of the school that no girl would go near through fear he might repeat his falsified mistake.
Watching people became a hobby, observing, analyzing, ensuring that he didn't make mistakes with anyone, being far too careful and miles too reckless. It was dangerous to distance himself from people the way he did it, but for the sake of his own sanity he felt it was necessary.
Jax made it to 16 alive, left school, with some friendships intact and got himself a job. That was when he separated himself from most, earned money, went places, around England, France, and just about entered Spain but he was well traveled. Maintained close ties with his close family and only saw a select group of friends. Visiting all over made for good meetings with people, making friends everywhere but only seeing them when he visited again. Skype was in frequent use but, after all is said and done it alienated him from most things. He always was a walker but because of the school experience he had he didn't like letting his mind dwell on anything for longer than it had too, it always managed to tie him back to then, so he walked. Whenever he could he would walk with headphones in, drown out the world, let his body be doing something and not let anything else interfere. He did this for some time between 18 and 21 but he quickly realized after a few months that he needed to have his phone on him otherwise he tended to miss dinner.
At 19 Jax or "V" as his online alias was coming along too, was a social hermit with lots of friends he saw on a regular basis.. just not close to him. He was still not popular with the ladies and when he tried to go clubbing it always ended up with his friends walking home with girls and him walking home alone with his gloves on. He was bored of trying. By some stroke of luck someone from his job as a bartender was looking for someone to work out in London right near his cousin Drake. So Jax took the job without question and started working as a bin man. Smelly, but good pay. It also meant that paying attention would get him to know the layout of the streets. Being a bin man also helped with the fitness, having to jump on then jump off the huge wagon of stinking human putrescence kept for a strong stomach, a strong sense of smell he wished he never had, and frequent changes of direction at speed to get the job done before quota for a bonus.
Jax and his team were quick, and the guys and girls were great, one was beautiful (girl) and Jax was very fond of making continuously failed attempts at wooing her. He knew he would fail, and he was content with that. But when she showed interest he started to panic and back off. Jax always regretted that choice, A-typical she ended up with a total prick and Jax would have treated her much better than he ever could, despite having so little to offer. In perspective little that he had was good, he was content, just not happy. In a previous life if what that girl had done to him had not happened and his mind hadn't built so many barriers on the basis of fear.. maybe he could have had a better chance, but that fear of being exploited, of having being used like a toy and then thrown to one side hadn't left him. At one point in that moment of time he hard wished for a dad so he had someone to reassure him that things wouldnt always be as hard as they were right then.. Thats what he wished anyway.That was then, when he was only 13. Now he's 21, still suffering from things he wished he could just let be, on his way to Finsbury Park for a visit to Jax just as London was about to hit rush hour.. something about the people in the cars on the train that day was much more colorful, maybe he was just daydreaming or maybe the people were just interesting to look at that day.
BEHIND THE SCREEN
ALIAS: What do we call you? Colossus, Vergil Whichever
AGE: 21
TIME ZONE: GMT +0:00
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE: Mostly live role play Via things like msn. This sort of roleplay is new to me.
AVERAGE WORD LENGTH:
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Typical.. typical Right next to me, a woman with an unnecessary amount of make-up even for London, shouting as loud as possible to her friend, who no doubt also had a stupendous amount of make up, over the phone, telling her how glorious she must look for work today. Why there needs to be this much of a hassle with women is something the male mind is not brought up to comprehend. Then the train vibrated on the tracks and there was a light yelp from someone further down the car. Odd, how is it that people arent used to a train on a bend yet Of course i checked out the window and of course i saw nothing there, nothing of note at least, just some random Yobs in hoodies painting the walls on the edges of the track in a thick red color, typical.. Why red?
Finsbury Park was its usual flavor, dull, messy, rubbish covered and quite empty... empty? On a thursday morning? If anyone i got off the train with had noticed they were doing a grand job of hiding the concern or surprise they may or may not have had for the severe lack of human activity. Turn right twice, then turn left, walk straight then left then first right, that's Drakes house, not far at all What the hell is that stink! Even for Finsbury Park that is some potent stench. Smells like rotten food left in one of those god forsaken brown bins we have to throw out into the front of our gardens every week. Cept its everywhere around this area. Oh look a person, OKAY hes kissing his woman, i'll leave that alone it stank, and they were making noises like they were eating each others faces, she seemed to be shaking, too. Who knew kissing was that pleasurable. I'll keep a wide berth, other side of the road, stepping quietly and quickly. Looking back though i knew something was wrong when the same blood color that the yobs were using to throw at the wall. Thinking that who would put paint on their face..Well done idiot, you finally put 2+2 together and still made 5!There was a short moment where both me and the face eater woman, for it turned out to be a woman with stocky build and short hair, just stared at each other. Her eyes were whiter around the white bits, and whiter on the eyes where color usually was, as far as i was aware this usually indicated blindness but she was locked onto me, her nose twitching and her fingers like claws. I turned from her and started walking and she watched, then she stood up and started to meander towards me, quickly, so i upped the pace. I turned and she was getting faster, but still a shambling wreck of a mover For gods sakes boy just turn around and knock her out, forget the no hitting women business! But i kept walking, doing the first left and walking down the long footpath, houses littering the side of the road, tall, like flats. A window above me smashed and i broke into a run, found my feet locked between a step and one of those black bags you put rubbish in, which was meant to go in the black bin instead of the brown, and tumbled over. The stocky, blood faced monster was on me in about 3 seconds while i scrambled back. Instinct took over and i used her momentum against her, stepping to one side and flipping her arse over tit onto her back, then running without looking backwards Drake's House is around 5 minutes away if you don'd stop or look back but if you.... Oh god.. Infront of me was a bus stop on the corner of a junction, at the junction a four way split, there were shops, a school to my left a gated park to my right and my cousins street to, if north was where i was facing, North west, In the middle of the junction, was a mess of crashed cars, shambling corpses, people screaming for help and blood. So much damn blood, and the smell! STOP GAWKING AND MOVE My brian was not as patient with me as i wanted him to be, i booked left through the school gate which was open, as i passed the window i saw people huddled in corners, some of them children. I made for Drake's, his street had no face munching hungry people on it so that was my safety notice, i ran straight for the door which was open, which meant about 20 bajilliion things, but the forefront of my screaming brain was to get to safety. I threw myself up the stairs and quickly ran into the open door for Drakes apartment. He was in there watching the t.v. The news was on, saying about what was going on outside, telling people to stay indoors and such like. Moving towards Drake the smell smashed me in the face 1000 times over, and now it was clear what had happened to him. He was still fresh, still alive, but covered in bite marks. I walked so he could see me standing infront of him. My face was boiling hot, my vision was starting to blur because i was crying, He could not speak to me, his mouth was hardly there, whatever had got him had bitten his face arms and shoulder. He looked at me with eyes pleading for release. But he was alive, if someone is alive they can be saved, but if they are dead they are dead, the rules are changing with this thing thought. Everything is changing! "I cant kill you Drake. I CANT KILL YOU MAN! it's not that easy! You are alive! Surely i can save...!" it was at that point that his left eye bled in, all the color from his eyes started to drain and any hope i had was lost. I had to fulfill his wish at least. Yeah killing a man. No problem Good luck maintaining your sanity kiddo. "SHUT UP! Stupid manic brain overthinking everything just SHUT THE HELL UP!" I looked around the room noticing that Drake had clearly tried to fight, there was a cricket bat stained with blood. I'll make this quick cause if i think about it this wont happen. Picking up the bat made me very uncomfortable, i had to move quick, no second thoughts. I span swinging and caught his eyes, lit up, i think he was smiling then the bat hit home. The sound was the worst. the blood i could handle, my stomach wasnt weak but.. the sound.. like a large slab of meat in a wet bag smacking against a wall.
I didnt look again. I stared at the door i came in through. Walked back shut the door. Up the stairs to the left, Drakes room.. he had supplies, a heckload of em. That must be why the doors were open, he must have gone to stock up or hold out.
Looks like i'll have to do this for him now This place is our home for a while, hope you can make the supplies last kiddo I don't plan on staying here forever. But you gotta start somewhere.. ive got food, drink and all of his fitness gear. Gotta start surviving from today. This is going to be difficult without company.. i hope i can handle that, alone.
Working quickly, Jax seperated out the things that would perish faster, all the time contemplating his next move, checking outside, making sure anyone who was running was still human. But he couldnt make contact, not without risking himself in the tall tower like structures he was surrounded by. Questions were constantly flooding his mind, how quickly had this happened? who bit first? did his sister make it to her appointment at the hospital? Most likely not. All these questions and no-one to ask? Madness was close, likely to set in, but after a while of surviving using an Old bokken he had left at Drake's as a modified weapon that had lasted a while, he was fast running out of supplies, he needed to find shelter with others, company, comfort, more water, girls. Surely others had survived but the only place he could think everyone would go was central London, which was no easy walk. But he had little choice, maybe he would run across someone who could help him find some shelter, or at least know if there was shelter to be found.
CREDITS
This application was made by Kat, the admin, for London's Fallen. Stealing or adapting in any way will result in frowny faces and tutting.
