Post by Jacob Peeters on Apr 14, 2015 1:09:26 GMT
Age: 25
Date of Birth: third of february
Birthplace: The city of brussels, Belgium
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Aromantic, though he does find pleasure in the more base aspects of love
Face Claim: Otacon: Metal Gear Solid Series
Appearance: Jacob is a gaunt, feebly built man. His frame is fragile and small, and he has a rather crooked posture due to a lame leg
Height: 5'4
Distinguishing Features: Has a scar running down his right ankle from an accident way in the past. This accident also left his right leg lame, and he has noticable difficulty walking upright as a result. He often walks with a walking stick or some other kind of crutch when travelling longer distances.
Class: Persona user
Arcana: The hermit
Occupation: Freelance webdesigner
Starting Equipment: Pistol (lvl 1 pierce)
Skill option 4
(basic radar: 500 FP)
500 FP to be banked and spent at a later date.
Personality: Jacob is a rather secluded and distrusting man. He prefers to not interact directly with people, instead choosing to put various barriers between him and whoever he's interacting with at the time. If pressed enough, he will still work along with others in the field, but he doesn't particularly enjoy this. Even then, he prefers to stand at the sidelines and out of the way of danger. He regards many situations with a very strong pragmatism, making decisions based on an analysis of what is the most benificial to the general situation, even if doing so would alienate him from others.
Likes: He likes to remain mostly on his own, preferring to seek the company of others through the medium of cyberspace. In his free time, he likes to mess around with his electronic equipment. He also plays video-games or surfs the internet when he's not doing the aforementioned equipment tweaking.
Dislikes: He dislikes going outside his house without good reason. He dislikes hot weather as it makes him feel highly uncomfortable and sweaty. He dislikes talking to people directly, though not to the point he's completely clueless in common conversation. He dislikes needlessly putting himself into danger, and will avoid dangerous situations when possible.
History: Jacob has always been a rather awkward little man. He was awkward in pre-school, he was awkward in middle school, and he was awkward when he had an unfortunate accident involving a glass door that left his right leg lame. Nevertheless, he was also quite talented at working with electronics. From tampering around with his dad's computer when he was jsut a kid, to following a formal education on the subject in his teenage years.
For whatever reason, he found himself emigrating to japan some time after he had finished his studies. The reasons as to why is something he considers not worth talking about, and he dislikes it when people dig deepet about the subject. Nevertheless, he managed to secure a tidy standard of living for himself as a freelance webdesigner, there was always some technoanalfabetic fool out there that needed something done for him in cyberspace after all.
And then the disappearances started. jacob dismissed them as just another going on off the world, even as they grew more and more frequent. Little did he know he would soon be forced into caring about the matter. It was one night that it happened, why it happened is a mystery likely only known by unknowable and inscrutable forces, but that night, at the sound of midnight, his computer froze.
Of course, Jacob, needing to use the now rather useless cdevice for his line of work, mutteringly started trying to remedy the issue. To his dismay, it didn't respond in any way to his attempts at getting it working again. not even a hard reset seemed to work.
somewhat confused, he decided to go out and investigate the break room, perhaps something in the basement had shorted out. It was even before he got there that he heard a quite worrying commotion. The sounds of a struggle, interspersed with an occasional gunshot. He hastened as fast as his crippled leg and walking stick could carry him, and when he came upon the break room, he found the door to be open.
Carefully and somewhat fearfully, he peeked inside, and he could hardly believe his eyes as he saw the supernatural scene unfolding before his eyes. There were a bunch of people in the room, armed with a motley assortment of weaponry, most of which were probably illegal. That alone would have been quite worrying, if not for what terrible thing they faced. It was hard to desribe what it was. It appeared to be a shadowy beast of some kind, adorned with a mask that gave it the appearance of a permanenet hateful scowl. Its anatomy made no sense no matter how one looked at it, and, perhaps more urgently, it was tearing through the obviously outmatched combatants at an alarming rate.
Jacob was too fixated by the sheer unbelievability of the scenario. The figthers would cut into the monster with gun and sword, but rather strangely, they would also sometimes do some weird and unnatural ritual. the first time jacob saw it, he braced ofr a horrible sight. One of the persons in the room suddendly pressed what seemed like a pistol to their temple and pulled the trigger. Surprisingly, the expected blast didn't happen. Instead, a power erupted from the person that 'shot' themselves, and yet another monstrosity manifested itself. It appeared a strange mockery of human anatomy, and its movements were analogues to the one that had summoned it.
It struck at the monster with tongues of lightning, and then it disappated once more. A few more times, the figthers would summon forth these things to lash out more at the monster. And then one of them made a fatal misstep.
It was but a matter of setting one foot on unstable ground, but it was a final, and fatal mistake. The monster didn't hesitate, there was a quick brutal moment, and he was no more... The strange, pistol-like device had been flung towards jacob in the carnage, and something drove him to pick it up.
The other figthers attempted to put up more resistance, but it was feeble and rather useless, their nerve and resolve, like their comrade, was broken and gone. Jacob continued observing in a sort of horrified shock, like how one looked upon the site of two cars crashing into one another.
And as the fight drew to a close, he felt another driving urge come to him. He didn't know why, but he pressed the pistol-like device against the rom of his eye-socket and puled the trigger. It was quite curious really, even though he knew it to be but a facsimile, it felt and weighed real enough to elicit the expected and heavy reaction. And this final shock awakened something in Jacob's mind.
Another creature emerged, this one a being wreathed in flame and screaming a wordless, hateful dirge. As it manifested its power, Jacob's mind was filled with a very sudden clarity. He could suddendly see things of the creature he should by all means have had no way of knowing.
Still, it was too late to turn the fight around against the rampaging monster, and so jacob did what he should have done the moment he had come upon the scene, he crept away, hoping the mosnter would be too caught up in its rampage to notice him. A single one of the figthers noticed his leaving. He screamed a bloody curse after him that was painfully suddendly cut short. Jacob didn't need to look back, his imagination did all the work for him.
THe rest of the night was restless and troubled. By daybreak, Jacob decided things had returned to relative safety out of his apartment. He once again went to the break room. The door was still swayed wide open, but as he peeked inside, he could see only a sparse few hidden clues of what had happened that night. A hole in the wall that might have been construed as normal wear and tear instead of the bullet hole it really was, drag marks of something far too alrge to be human, leading out onto the street. Jacob only had the faintest idea of what was happening, but he intended to dig deeper.
To this end, he started a blog on cyberspace. He didn't expect to be taken seriously at all, and yet he still made regular updates on his investigations, if only to clear his mind of the burden of being the only one in the know.
OOC Name: Jacob peeters (I'm not very creative with names)
Notes: N/A
<Anything below isn't needed for civilians.>
Persona: Chtuga
Appearance: The Chtuga is a humanoid creature wrought of animated flame, bound by fireproofed chains and eternally raging against its bonds. It's eyes glower with a frustrated malice, and its restrained limbs try uselessly to lash out at anything that gets close. It does not wear any clothing, but it's bonds are made out of high-quality materials such that they'll likely nevber breaktruly.
Persona Lore: The Chtuga is a creature from far before the dawn of time. It was ann innately chaotic and raging force of nature, burning anything into cinders that had the audacity to exist without it's permission. And then one day, a group of rival entities known todaty only as the elder gods, decided it best the chtuga be bound such that it wouldn't scourge the universe any more. It was a struggle of titanic proportions. Young galaxies were devoured and destroyed in the crossfire, but eventually, the chtuga's pwoer failed, and it was bound in an endless prison hwere its flames didn't so much as scorch the walls. In this prison, it now watches, and in this prison, it waits. For freedom, and for revenge.
Skills: (basic radar: 500 FP)
bank the rest and spend it alter
Strengths and Weaknesses:
resist: Fire, light.
Weakness, Ice,Darkness
