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Post by John Stone on Apr 28, 2013 5:56:22 GMT -5
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sex: male | sexual orientation: Heterosexual | race: Human ALIASES:Rage AGE:16 RANK:Proxy
FACE CLAIM:Zero No Tsukaima – Hiraga Saito HEIGHT:5’8” (normal state) 6’8” (peak anger)
WEIGHT:12 stone/76kg (normal state) 16 stone/102kg (pek anger)
APPEARANCE: John’s height is nothing worth writing home about – he happens to be slightly taller than the average Joe, but not by enough to make him stand out particularly much amongst the crowd. Adding to this is that he has a build that is not particularly notable either – in the sense that it is slim, but to the point of being normal, not to the point where it looks like he’s been dieting. His muscles have not developed enough to form much of a shape, his biceps being little more than bumps on his arms, and the only six pack he has is a cold one in his fridge.
Stone has a head of hair you would expect of somebody without the time – or need – to style it properly, or even have it cut for longer than it takes to do a simple trim. Simply put, his hair is a mess of back locks, resembling something like an explosive accident at the wig and black dye factory. Nevertheless, it seems to work for him, in the sense that people automatically assume him untidy, and avert their gaze, doing their best to cast him out of their minds. His eyes are placid, most of the time, displaying little more emotion than a brick – and when they do, it’s usually a derivative of “calm and collected.”
For reasons unbeknownst to anyone but John himself, he will usually wear long sleeve jackets, even during hotter months. Whether due to genetics or conditioning, he seems to be largely unaffected by the fact that most people would feel uncomfortable wearing what he wears, even to the point of asking why people would be bothered. Of course, he knows why, he just likes to see the reactions people give him when they’re asked. He usually favours clock colours and lighter ones – not pale or dark, but enough to make the solid colours more prominent. He seems particularly fond of his blue-and-white jacket.
Underneath the jacket, John will usually wear a t shirt, a plain one without any sort of print or pattern on it. The t-shirt, in stark contrast with his jacket, will likely be of a dark colour though he has been known to vary his tastes regarding this at various times. The tops are snugly-fit – not tight enough to be uncomfortable and hinder movement, but not baggy enough to hinder movement either. Not that there is much for him to show off, of course, given his build. They are simply worn for the sake of comfort, unless he needs something a bit more substantial.
More a fan of comfortable attire than he is anything stylish, John prefers to wear looser trousers than he does jeans. Thus, he chooses to wear a pair of dark grey cotton trousers, spacious enough to give his legs breathing space. Not quite enough to make them look comically oversized, mind, but he finds wearing these trousers considerably more comfortable than having every inch of is legs squashed by a pair of designer jeans. That, and wearing a skirt really isn’t an option. The trousers are not a brand name, and if they were, the label has been removed remarkably cleanly.
John’s shoes, given his history and what he is doing at present, show their signs of wear and tear quite prominently. A pair of – strangely sturdy – black lace-up trainers, John’s shoes’ soles have been worn down, but not completely – they just happen to be too smooth to be of much use. The laces are frayed at the end, and the shoes themselves seem to be dyed with a slight amount of mud. Despite this, however, and some heavy washing, they still remain functional, bought because they were light and sturdy – not because they were in fashion. The fact that they were on sale helped as well.
You won’t like me when I’m angry. LIKES: –His family -Learning science things -Various forms of exercise -Winter -Playing with children -Solitude
When Angered -Fighting -Fighting -Fighting -Destruction -Fighting
DISLIKES: –Fighting -Excessive violence -Destruction -Solitude -People threatening his friends -People who see him as a monster -Being used as a weapon
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Because of the nature of his power, John has tried to adapt his personality so that he does not show any signs of anger, even in his eyes, bar the few moments before he turns into his other self. As a result of this development, John has developed the tendency to remain placid in most situations, even while under enormous pressure. However, despite the fact that this allows him to control his transformations – to a degree – it also comes with an adverse effet. Sometimes, he can be placid to a point where he does not even so much as consider doing anything, more concerned with keeping himself from turning.
Another thing that should be noted is to what lengths he will go to in order to avoid fighting altogether. It is not that he lacks bravery – he has just as much as he needs to have. However, he will consider abandoning people before he helps them, if it is more likely that his alter-ego coming out will do more harm than good. It has been noted that, at times, he has even absconded before any danger has presented itself. John’s first action, if threatened, is always to run and find a way out of the situation – a mix of cowardice, and hatred of what he becomes if he has to fight.
And, despite everything he has trained for, there are still points at which his anger explodes, or is pushed to its limits. He IS human, after all. If you pick a certain way in which to enrage him – for example, threatening his friends or family – he won’t even have the time to try and compose himself. A surge of anger and adrenaline will wash through the boy, coursing through his veins with reckless abandon. Some will try to use this against him others will avoid the subject completely out of fear. Either way, he will lose control at points, his self-control slipping away like so many eels.
When Angered “The Big Guy,” as he is affectionately referred to by John, is the polar opposite of John, in terms of personality. He lacks self-control, to a degree that would cause hardened criminals to curl up in a corner in fear of him. Any values that John has, any mental restrictions or blocks that he has put in place, will be null and void to him, along with alliances. If it angers him, has angered him, or even so much as looks at him funny, then the Big Guy will feel an overwhelming urge to pummel it. And tht’s just when he’s regular angry.
John’s alter-ego would be right at home in Squad Eleven. Extremely violent, and so aggressive you can practically smell it on his breath, he is more than willing to tear somebody to shreds if it means that they are no longer a hindrance to him. He has pummelled Shinigami senseless, bringing more than one to the verge of death before being driven back, even going so far as to kill some. John doesn’t know he’s done it, but it certainly plays on his mind a lot. Either way, the fact f the matter is that his big friend won’t be the first person to apply for therapy.
While the initial cause of John’s “ability” had lessened his intelligence, when transformed, John becomes denser than the heart of a black hole – in other words, his intelligence goes flying out of the window. He is intelligent enough to understand that if something hurts, then it is logical that he shouldn’t do it, but his childlike temperament and intelligence prove him unable to fully think things through beyond “find thing, smash thing.” This has landed him in a heap of troublesome situations before, overcome only by the fact that a basic Hollow’s mindset is not likely to transcend “find soul, eat soul.” POSITIVE TRAITS: With his own life at risk so much, John has begun to see how valuable a life is. While he was impartial towards killing at first, once he saw just how much death and destruction one person could cause, he thought differently. And not just physical destruction either – he saw what he did to people when he terrorised them. He saw just what friends and family would do for the people dear to them. And, while the big man inside of him doesn’t think any differently, John himself thinks vastly differently, from the days when he seemed uncaring of whether someone lived or died.
A person with many problems, he understands that having a person to talk to can really help. He doesn’t judge, he doesn’t pipe in, he simply acknowledges. He gives advice if someone wants it, not necessarily if someone needs it. If they don’t need it, or if he can’t help them, he takes comfort in that they’ve managed to get something off of their chest. He knows he hasn’t got it as bad as a lot of people, but he doesn’t try to be condescending. He genuinely feels compassion towards people, enough to balance out just how little his other half is able to even comprehend.
As his emotions rule his powers, John finds that it is of vital importance that he balances his heart with his head. If he rules with his head, then it is likely that he will lose emotion altogether. If he chooses to let his heart rule over his head, then it is likely that he will be in a constant state of rage, forever lashing out at everyone and everything. Thus, he has managed to attain a balance of the two, using each when he needs to. Sometimes, one will gain a little control over the other, most likely his heart, but it is usually not for long.
All the mental training John has put himself through has paid off enormously. At first, he would turn at event the implication that somebody wanted to hurt him. It was terrifying to be near him, unless you could fight him off, or he trusted you enough as John to calm him down when he transforms. Now, however, apart from a select few points, he is virtually unshakable, resistant to insults and mocking, no matter how harsh. Sometimes, though it was incredibly difficult, he has even managed to slow a transformation when his life is under genuine danger. It is safe to say that he is incredibly thick-skinned – his ability to work under pressure as a result is phenomenal.
When Angered And, despite everything said about his alter-ego, there is one good thing that it has in it. The Big Guy never gives up. He never gives in. No matter how bleak the situation, until he can’t fight any longer, he will continue to attempt to pound his opponent’s face into the floor. His will is, by and large, indomitable. Even when he is outnumbered forty to one, if there is even the slightest, tiniest, most obscure chance of success, he will grab at it with everything he’s got. Even if it isn’t there, he’ll still grab at it, reaching for whatever he can as a weapon instead. EXTRAS:Don’t make light of bullies around him. NEVER make light of bullies around him. And try not to call him a monster when he’s in earshot.
WEAPONS:N/A SIGIL
name: Rage
description: Taking the form of a dark green crystal embedded in a plain, steel ring, Rage does not appear particularly special, for a Sigil that supposedly conveys vast amounts of anger. However, since the incident that caused the Sigil to fuse with John, and change its effect from a ranged weapon to a more direct one, the jewel has sunk into his ring finger, the ring all but disappearing. It now appears as if John’s entire ring finger has turned dark green, as the crystal has likely changed his finger’s pigment.
Rage’s power is derived from John’s anger. As John’s rage increases, his abilities become more effective, reaching their true potential when he loses all forms of self-control. His stamina increases in proportion to his rage, as does his pain threshold. It can get to the point where he can go full-pelt against a low-seated Shinigami for ten minutes straight before needing to slow down, and where he can simply shrug off an injury, no matter how many bones were broken, or how many vital organs were damaged. John’s skin also becomes denser with anger, allowing him to endure hits that would normally incapacitate a normal human. On more than one occasion, he has been punched in the face by a Hollow, and while he was bleeding, he was still able to get up and get angry. John’s height changes in proportion to his anger, reaching its peak at six feet and eight inches. His strength, quite strangely, does not increase as his size does, but his increased height allows him to cover slightly more ground in a single step, though nothing major. His muscle tone will also increase exponentially, his muscles becoming monstrously huge for a person his size, when at peak anger. It is worth noting that this does not affect his stats. As John’s abilities increase (read: as he levels up), so too do the upper limits of Rage’s abilities, meaning that he should be able to fight on the level of his enemies if at the appropriate rank.
type: Emotion converter
techniques:N/A – the bug guy’s attacks rely on brute strength.
HISTORY:Life used to be a fun thing for John Stone. Born the son of an engineer and a school teacher, it should have been in his genetics for him to be smart. And, from the day he was allowed to crawl around aimlessly on the living room rug, he showed remarkable intelligence for a youngling. Nothing special, mind, just the sort of things a doting parent might have their child do to impress a guest. Putting the blocks through the right holes, recognising his favourite animals, the sort of thing that a baby would usually do with a bit of practise. Not that he didn’t mess himself and cry incessantly, of course. The degree to which he was intelligent began to really show itself when John began learning to read. A fast learner, by most standards, he picked up the basics of deciphering the English language fairly quickly, being able to read the story books the teachers would usually have read to the class. And books enthralled the boy – he would always have his nose buried in one instead of going outside. If he was invited to go to somebody else’s house to play, then he would politely decline, saying he was planning to read. His bedroom was filled with children’s books, and though they were basic, he read them strangely well for someone his age. If John was forced to take on a high school stereotype, his would be “the quiet kid in the back.” The one that, while he never said anything, was evidently planning something. Most likely, world domination. “Always watch out for the quiet ones,” someone had once said in passing, though it was eerily true for some people. Whatever the teachers taught, John would likely have already read about thoroughly, and if he hadn’t, he would bring himself up to speed, and to the level of his teacher. But, he was a strange little boy in how he would never speak much, but would have so much to say, for the years he was at school – strange enough to deter people, but not repel them.
But, as time wore on and people settled into their environment, their attitude towards John began to change. People saw him as an easy target to pick on – he rarely fought back, and when he did, his remarks were mumbled to the point of being unintelligible. While he did have his friends, they were few and far between, and were nowhere to be seen when he was backed up against a corner with a pair of grinning idiots cracking their knuckles and sniggering as they thought about what they could do to John. And, throughout all of this, he didn’t say anything.
The wounds were rarely physical – and even then, it was nothing more than a bruise or a scrape he could blame on tripping over something. Mocked for his tastes, mocked for his looks, mocked for basically anything that could be used against him. He was alienated, turned into the human equivalent of a piñata you hit with words. It wasn’t as if the whole school was on his case, and he did have a few people on his side. But the groups that did seek to belittle him did it well enough – and all he could do was supress his rage, and shut himself out from the world.
John never bothered to tell anyone. It wasn’t as if nobody could help – he knew for a fact that there were people who could. But, something wouldn’t let him. He didn’t know what, but something blocked him from saying anything to anyone. Maybe it was fear of retribution – or maybe it was some misguided sense of pride. Either way, he suffered, and did so in silence. Allowing his emotions to slowly rot away in an attempt to block the pain. He was purposefully trying to emotionally numb himself, but to no avail – he was brought down lower and lower, with each passing day. The one thing that hurt John most, however, was how often his parents were always away, leaving him to fend for himself. For years, they would always seem to be out, not saying a word about their activities. Sometimes they came home bleeding and/or bruised - there was even a broken arm at one point. But nothing was ever said about it. John worried for his parents, but he was a child – he was always under the assumption that they knew what they were doing. When he did ask questions, he was told to stop, so he did. He lived a good enough life, why spoil it now?
Eventually, John’s parents took him to the Vatican, for reasons he was yet to understand. There had been an explosion at his house, yes – and he had smacked square in the face by a lump of debris, that was true. However, he had been told it was a gas explosion, that a leak and some other external influences were to blame. He did not particularly care for looking into such things, but he wondered why an accident at home would require a trip to the Vatican to fix it. Surely using the money to fix up the house was a better idea?
After much back-and-forth between his parents and an unrecognised individual, John was invited into a room, one in which a set of remarkable artefacts were present, each one seeming to have no real link to anything else, apart from the fact that they were all old. John was to choose an artefact – for what reasons, he was not sure. But, under his parents’ influence, he browsed through them, each one as unreactive as the last. But, the ring – the ring felt right. The ring was something that made him feel different, it made him feel powerful. All the pent-up rage and bitterness he had, it all seemed to well up at once, surging through him.
Which, in turn, formed a ball of green energy in his hands, something that the stranger raised his eyebrow at - though rather disinterestedly. What happened next was a blur, given that he was being taken form the only two people he truly trusted, but he seems to recall something about being told about Hollows, about how the Sigil had chosen him, and something about Initiates. All in all, he just wanted to go home. He’d fired off a ring, been taken from his home and his parents, and on top of that, he really wanted something to eat.
Training consumed most of his time, and when he wasn’t training, he was talking with his parents. In person, over the phone, on the internet, he needed to speak to somebody. Namely, his parents. They were members of the Consecro, as it happened, and in light of a Hollow attack (the “gas explosion”), they needed to know he could protect himself from the dangers of the spirit world – being high-ranking members themselves, it was rare that they would be able to look after him themselves, and they had nobody to turn to have him looked after. It was a sad truth, given that they actually did love their son more than anything, but some things just had to be.
John’s training was strenuous not just on his body, but on his mind. As his Sigil was fuelled by anger, he was riled up on purpose. Whether through physical torture or through breaking speeches, he was treated like some sort of lab rat. But, he still kept to himself – there was nothing he could do against the Consecro, nd he didn’t much like the thought of what would happen if he actually tried to leave. He didn’t even intend to take the ring with him – while it did indeed make him feel good whenever he used it, he feared it would become an addiction. And, while not as prominent, he feared that a more damning fate lay in store for him if he used it for too long.
The incident came after he managed to actually get to become a Proxy. It was a routine Hollow take-down, nothing that should have been difficult for him. Just shoot a blast of energy at the Hollow, blow its face off, and leave before a Shinigami could chide him. And, the destruction went as planned. What happened afterwards, however, was hardly planned at all. A burning sensation on his finger, and the ring sinking into him. It was becoming a part of him, and no matter how he pulled it, Rage refused to be removed. And then, everything hit him.
Every second of pain, suffering and sorrow he had ever suffered over the years came back to John, all at once. Every snide comment, every whisper behind his back, every poorly-hidden snigger, every rumour, anything and everything – and that was the final catalyst for him. Rage was not supposed to have been used as it had been, and a seal had been placed on it to keep it as the ring, except everyone forgot it was a seal. Overuse broke it, and the unfortunate victim of it happened to be John Stone. Due to this, he was now a shirtless, horrendously muscular mass of hurt, causing him to utter a guttural roar upon finishing his first transformation. Fortunately, there was nobody around to hurt, but more than one Consecro member to observe this phenomenon.
He was branded a monster – an abomination, and a disgrace to the Consecro. Ironic, considering one of their worst enemies was the sin of Wrath, and his Sigil was fuelled by rage, but perhaps they had found a loophole for him. But now that he had shown a monstrous side of himself, a being of nothing but anger and muscle, perhaps that was what had pushed them to declaring him a threat. There were plans to imprison him – even kill him, briefly. It was only due to his parents pulling some strings, and intervening directly, that John lived on. Though, he still questions – is he still free, or is he in a prison in disguise?
They trained him not to feel emotion. He was conditioned, made to feel nothing. And the schemes worked, for the most part. John was practically a machine – he was capable of understanding emotion, but feeling it was an entirely different matter. He could, but it was difficult – and while he could not understand it properly, seeing this broke his parents’ hearts, and it took him a while to realise why. But, there was no surge of emotion, no crying, nothing. He knew the benefits of what had happened to him. He could keep the monster in check – he could be in control. However, the Consecro had different ideas.
John was forced to obey their every command, to the letter, no hesitations. It didn’t matter if he was going on a suicide mission or what-have-you, there was no choice for him at all. He was treated as little more than a living weapon – to be pointed at the enemy, then let loose against them. And, while effective, John resented what he was doing. He didn’t even see it as himself doing anything – it was always the big guy, charging in like nobody’s business. And, despite him supressing his emotions, he could never truly get rid of them – and thus, he could never get rid of the slowly-rising resentment he had for the Consecro. Not that he hadn’t had any – it was just piling on.
John had never really believed in any God or gods, despite what his parents taught him. As the years went by, he found his faith slipping. He couldn’t believe in there being some merciful sky-god, who was supposedly the most compassionate being ever, when his supposed followers were treating him like both a sword and an abomination at the same time. And, with science contradicting the Bible at every turn, he soon found his faith slipping, so he could not even justify remaining in the Consecro for religious reasons. In fact, he soon grew to question – were the Consecro any better than those they fought? Were the Shinigami worth ignoring?
Despite everything, though, he remains in the organisation, though only to stay alive. He does not doubt there is a sharpshooter with an anti-tank rifle just waiting for the order to blow his head clean off, no matter where he goes.
RP SAMPLE: “Please, you don’t have to do this. Just leave me be, I don’t have to hurt anyone, I swear!” “You’re dangerous, kid. Look, I’m sorry, but orders are orders.” “Look, we both know what happens. Just don’t make me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.” John was backing up desperately now, the Shinigami attempting to calm the boy before his sword met his throat. Evidently, the Shinigami did not understand the gravity of the situation – he was about to murder a human – his innocence up for debate – yet he still tried to becalm the child before he murdered him. Likely because of what the mission briefing had said, but it was a human. Surely he was no match for someone actually trained to fight? John tripped backwards, landing on the tarmac with the dull thud a human body tends to make. The full moon’s light glinted off of the cold steel of a merciless katana, its wielder fully intending to bring it down upon John, ending his life prematurely. The blade was brought down in one fluid movement, slashing straight across John’s throat – or, rather, it would have, if John had not caught the blade mid-swing. With the blade gripped in both hands, he pushed his foe back, his transformation quite evident now. He panted, his inhibitions lost, all reservations about fighting ignored. John was angry, and woe betide any puny death gods in his path. “How did you-“ The Shinigami never got to finish his sentence. Instead, he received a young man’s fist, one that housed no particular technique, but was surprisingly strong for someone who supposedly despised fighting. He staggered back, reeling in surprise from the blow, making him a prime target for the next attack. John leapt into the air, bringing his fist down upon his foe’s jaw, the downwards momentum of the fall practically propelling his fist. John, in his rage, attempted to throw a left straight, but missed, the Shinigami having dodged to the side. He slashed, but the fact was that he was still shaken even slightly. The blow glanced John’s back, drawing blood, but inducing no serious injuries. However, it did not do any favours for John’s temperament – demonstrated by an increase in size and muscle, and a bestial roar sounding from is maw. The next blow was practically batted aside by John, despite the blade causing another cut along his arm, leaving the Shinigami open. John punched him forcefully in the floating rib, possibly one of the weaker points on the torso. John’s enemy stumbled backwards once again, eyes wide, hand instinctively going to his side, other hand weakly holding his Zanpakutō. And even then, his grip was notably weak. John’s fists blazed into his foe’s face, each blow just as forceful as the last. He had been underestimated, just because he was a human, and now his enemy was paying the price. The Shinigami’s blade was torn from his grasp and tossed aside like a ragdoll, while its owner was treated like a punching bag. There was a real threat of the man being killed – John was too far gone to even think about it. But John was still clinging onto his sanity, despite the fact that he knew it was no good. He fought his inner beast, but alas, the Shinigami appeared to be dead when he turned back. Whether he was or was not, was up for debate – but he appeared dead, and that was what mattered. CLASS/LEVEL:AD-0 STATS:Key: Calm/ EnragedHAN: 6/13 REI: 6/13 HAK: 6/13 SEI: 2/4 BUK:b] 4/9 HOH: 6/13 Points Earned: +5 (Pending approval) Total points: 60
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