Name: Jonz Skaal Nickname: N/A Race: Human Age: 32 Hair: None, he's bald. Shaved right down to the skin. Height: 6'9" Weight: 340lbs Body type: Slightly overweight, but is still quite toned despite having a fair sized paunch. Skin type: Typical Caucasian with a fair tan on his upper torso Distinguishing Features: His body is riddled with scars from battles long forgotten. Has a vertical scar that runs from about an inch from where his hairline should be down to his jaw on the right half of his face. Has a full black goatee. Not only is he abnormally large in body, his hands are abnormally large, large enough to grab a man by his head. Usually seen wearing: Just a simple pair of black baggy pants, a pair of old and worn combat boots and his weapons belt.
Weaponry: On his weapons belt he carries a large cresent bladed axe that he uses in one hand where most men could only carry it in two. The weapons belt also carries a sword of sorts that he made himself by hammering a chunk of steel flat and sharpening the one edge using the other where it slimmed down as a hilt of sorts. The blade is rough and jagged and un-even, but sharp nonetheless. Slung across his back as he walks is an overly large War Hammer.
Personality: Jonz is very timid and bashful around women, being raised in an army that was always on the move left little room for him to meet or even see many women besides the whores that followed the army providing their "Services". They never would with Jonz, just beat him and scare him away, thus why he is nervous and timid around women.
He is also very loyal. For the few who actually befriend him and not run away from someone as large and intimidating as he was, he would follow them around like a puppy and do little jobs for them to recieve "Rewards" which were ususally small candies or something soft.
When in battle he loses all fear and throws himself quite literally into the battle. Quite the same also for protecting those he holds dear. When one of them is in danger or is hurt or worse he will go into an almost bloodlust and the only thing that would stop him is either the close person tells him to stop, or he turns the perpetrator into a red smear across the ground.
Bio:
Jonz was a war orphan at a very very young age, an age that if noone helped him, he would have died. The army that invaded took him with them and brainwashed him into thinking that he was one of them. Though in later years it was found out that they wouldn't have had to brainwash him. He grew and grew until he was a hulk of a man, but was never very bright and was usually quite simpleminded but at times would show an astounding understanding of things around him.
From the day he was picked up he was trained to fight. And that was what he did. He fought with the army. Fought and Fought and Fought. At the end of fighting battles, while the others were claiming "Spoils of War", he would wander the battlefield and cry over the fallen. Of his comrades, of those he fought, of those who were innocent. He was laughed and ridiculed because of it all, but he paid it no mind and just did as he was told. Fight, haul, fight, kill, carry. "Do as you're told Jonz and maybe you'll get a Reward from the Captain." Thats what they would always say. And that's what his motivation was. Most times the Captain would kick him and tell him to go away while he "Claimed his spoils". Sometimes he would give Jonz something shiny or soft or something sweet and Jonz would be happy.
And then a year prior to the present, after another raid of another city in another country, the Captain said something that brought a memory to the surface after beating him when Jonz came asking for his Reward. "I Should have left you to rot in that city all alone all those years ago. You were the only one we ever picked up, and you're nothing but a nuiscance. You're pitiful you stupid child!"
Stupid. Stupid child. The same thing his parents would yell at him when he was still but a wee child when he did something wrong. Those two words brought back everything that happened. He may have only been a young child no more than five, but through those once innocent eyes he seen it all. He seen his Father slaughtered as he watched his mother being raped. Watched as his sister, his big sister who was only a few years older than him, being raped and then slaughtered. Watching as the rest of the town suffered a similiar fate, yet he was spared from it all.
At that moment he snapped, reached down and grabbed the Captain by the head and lifted him up. By the time he was at eye level, the Captains head was already crushed and he was long dead. The next part was just a blur. He remembered running for his life. He remembered slaughtering people he fought beside and knew for years. Men who risked their lives before to help him, and that he helped, all dead before him. He remembered running across the Whore who always beat him and he remembered her cut cleanly in half by his axe. He remembered the frightened faces of those that were close with him as he hacked cleanly through them all. What he didn't remember was how he escaped or how he even survived. Most of the men were probably scared shitless of him rampaging through the camp in one direction and gave him as much space as they could.
Now a year since then he has found the land of Gaia and has taken refuge there.
Typical expressions seen with:
Angry Curious Laughing {Big happy face jolly laugh} Bloodlust Child-like Bashful Timid Afraid Hurt Goofy Grin.
Hadriax el Fex · Sat Apr 05, 2008 @ 02:16pm · 0 Comments |