Post by spector29 on Oct 20, 2011 22:59:33 GMT -5
Name: Jacob Issac Guysome
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 132 lb
Age: 17
Class: 1-3
Clubs: Basketball
Likes: Small-stakes gamboling, Probability, small-scale statistics. Persuading people. Money. Fancy suits and Fedoras.
Dislikes: People that cheat at cards, or anyone too lucky with dice. Killing, Drugs, Forced Prostitution.
Personality: A bit of a loner, but tried to cover it up with humor and wit. Extremely protective of his friends, and a hopeless romantic despite facade of perversion and lecherousness. He has trouble with killing anyone, even though angry marks sometimes calls for a fight. He's more than likely to try and run then to fight, but he'll use the gun to disable his attacker if absolutely necessary, and always non-fatally.
But when he'd not dodging bullets or fists, he's usually charming the pants off people. (Or more accurately, Wallets. But he doesn't mind a one-night stand once and a while) His smooth baritone voice is soothing and calm, making them feel safe when they inevitably gambol their live savings on his dice. He's always kind and courteous to everyone he meets, especially the authorities. Once he feels threatened however, that smooth edge in his voice becomes a lot sharper.
History: Son of an Crime Family, Jacob lived a world-weary life. Raised from birth with the glory of American greed and capitalism, Jacob has known only a life of back-alley shootings, counting cards and rigged shell games. He never had the taste for the Underside of Mob life however, so when he amassed his own funds he fled to Japan to escape the family business. Trouble is, the family followed him.
Almost a year into his quiet new life, he began to get restless. So, in Tokyo's grand casinos he played, making millions through legitimate wagers or otherwise. It didn't take long for the family goons to find him, and he woke to the smell of smoke. His house was being burnt down, and he had to find a way to escape. Thinking diving though his TV would knock back and surprise his attackers, he charged forward and lunged. The TV never moved, and right into it he went.
He blacked out after that, the only thing he remembers is being in a fancy limo, then waking up in one of his rural-town safe-houses. The reminder on the door said, Inaba...
When he isn't testing a way to ensure a perfectly safe way back to and from the TV in his safe house, He can usually be found in the Central Shopping district or Floodplain gamboling with a couple of new and old marks. If he invites some of his marks to play cards, it's a sign of friendship and respect. When he was away from his family, cards soon became his only means to survive. So while he cheats with loaded die, he considers a game of cards sacred.
Appearance: Pitch, almost ethereal black hair, curled so badly it makes a small Afro. A comfortable black suit with a Red tie, with black spirals in the form of a Dragon. His broken-down dress shoes still shine, despite functioning more like Tennis shoes.
He has narrow cheekbones, but they're so inset you'd never notice. His pointed chin makes him look sinister in tandium with his suit, but his soft voice and deep green eyes help assuage the fear.
Glasses: Mirrored-lens half-rims.
Weapon: For his Persona, A pair of black die. When thrown, the dots on the die turn into large spikes, and the die become bigger. Jacob himself carries a small, concealed firearm with him at all times. His morals keep him from using it on people, but Shadows are fair game. Of course, he also knows slight-of-hand to hide it if someone wants to check him.
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 4-Professor
~Courage: 4-Daring
~Diligence: 3-Strong
~Expression: 3-(Edit)
~Understanding: 3-Generous
Persona:
~Name: Con-Man
~Arcana: Fortune
~Drain: Wind
~Weak: Ice, Physical
~Null:
~Resist: Thunder
~Skills: Poison Skewer
Agidyne
Magarudyne
Garudyne
Fool's Blind (Wagers Health per Damage. Risk 120 Health for 120 damage, etc)
Mind Charge
High Counter
Did you read the rules...?
Yes I did. I'm supposed to post two lines of "Burn my Dread", but I don't recall that song...
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 132 lb
Age: 17
Class: 1-3
Clubs: Basketball
Likes: Small-stakes gamboling, Probability, small-scale statistics. Persuading people. Money. Fancy suits and Fedoras.
Dislikes: People that cheat at cards, or anyone too lucky with dice. Killing, Drugs, Forced Prostitution.
Personality: A bit of a loner, but tried to cover it up with humor and wit. Extremely protective of his friends, and a hopeless romantic despite facade of perversion and lecherousness. He has trouble with killing anyone, even though angry marks sometimes calls for a fight. He's more than likely to try and run then to fight, but he'll use the gun to disable his attacker if absolutely necessary, and always non-fatally.
But when he'd not dodging bullets or fists, he's usually charming the pants off people. (Or more accurately, Wallets. But he doesn't mind a one-night stand once and a while) His smooth baritone voice is soothing and calm, making them feel safe when they inevitably gambol their live savings on his dice. He's always kind and courteous to everyone he meets, especially the authorities. Once he feels threatened however, that smooth edge in his voice becomes a lot sharper.
History: Son of an Crime Family, Jacob lived a world-weary life. Raised from birth with the glory of American greed and capitalism, Jacob has known only a life of back-alley shootings, counting cards and rigged shell games. He never had the taste for the Underside of Mob life however, so when he amassed his own funds he fled to Japan to escape the family business. Trouble is, the family followed him.
Almost a year into his quiet new life, he began to get restless. So, in Tokyo's grand casinos he played, making millions through legitimate wagers or otherwise. It didn't take long for the family goons to find him, and he woke to the smell of smoke. His house was being burnt down, and he had to find a way to escape. Thinking diving though his TV would knock back and surprise his attackers, he charged forward and lunged. The TV never moved, and right into it he went.
He blacked out after that, the only thing he remembers is being in a fancy limo, then waking up in one of his rural-town safe-houses. The reminder on the door said, Inaba...
When he isn't testing a way to ensure a perfectly safe way back to and from the TV in his safe house, He can usually be found in the Central Shopping district or Floodplain gamboling with a couple of new and old marks. If he invites some of his marks to play cards, it's a sign of friendship and respect. When he was away from his family, cards soon became his only means to survive. So while he cheats with loaded die, he considers a game of cards sacred.
Appearance: Pitch, almost ethereal black hair, curled so badly it makes a small Afro. A comfortable black suit with a Red tie, with black spirals in the form of a Dragon. His broken-down dress shoes still shine, despite functioning more like Tennis shoes.
He has narrow cheekbones, but they're so inset you'd never notice. His pointed chin makes him look sinister in tandium with his suit, but his soft voice and deep green eyes help assuage the fear.
Glasses: Mirrored-lens half-rims.
Weapon: For his Persona, A pair of black die. When thrown, the dots on the die turn into large spikes, and the die become bigger. Jacob himself carries a small, concealed firearm with him at all times. His morals keep him from using it on people, but Shadows are fair game. Of course, he also knows slight-of-hand to hide it if someone wants to check him.
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 4-Professor
~Courage: 4-Daring
~Diligence: 3-Strong
~Expression: 3-(Edit)
~Understanding: 3-Generous
Persona:
~Name: Con-Man
~Arcana: Fortune
~Drain: Wind
~Weak: Ice, Physical
~Null:
~Resist: Thunder
~Skills: Poison Skewer
Agidyne
Magarudyne
Garudyne
Mind Charge
High Counter
Did you read the rules...?
Yes I did. I'm supposed to post two lines of "Burn my Dread", but I don't recall that song...
