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%% [.B A S I C] Information

Name : Jason Cloud Sharp
Age : 19
Birthday : November 9th , 2046

{PSI} Prefered Storyline Involvement:

War of Dictators

Alligiance : Neutral // [Future] Union
Alighnment : Neutral Good

Occupation : Student // [Future] Soldier

Location :

Ramsur Sity,
North Side
22376 Reverend Dr.
78456

Parents :
---> Felix Sharp [Father] DECEASED
---> Kira Sharp [Mother] DECEASED

Siblings :
---> Rina Sharp [Twin Sister]

Pets // Mounts :
[none]

%% [.M E N T A L] Status

Mental Classification : Sane // Undisturbed

Average Mental Status : Calm

Mental Status Changes :
Angered, Frenzied, Saddened, Disturbed, Protective,

Overall Personality :
Jason has the kind of personality that alot of other college students have; relaxed, calm, easy to get along with; and add that to his well built fetaures, he's a target for the ladies, even with his "anti-relationship" personality. He has tendencies to hang out with girls, but never in a deep relationship. Having kissed many girls, and never been sexually active with one, he's the kind of guy thats "hard-to-get". Given the option of being alone or with a group, he'll often take his place amoung himself, and leave the rest behind. On the occasional position where he has no choice to stick with a group, such as at a party, or walking around school, he'll stick to himself, and avoid social contact. The people he hangs out with are those of which people who don't care for others would say are "cool", but to those who prefer the right thing are a bunch of "jerks" waiting to pick on smaller people.

Jason is that kind of guy who's on no ones side. He hangs with the wrong crowds, yet he helps those picked on by those crowds. Having never really taken interest in anyone in his life but his sister, he's just a by-standard to those around him, someone who tries to not get mixed up in the war in Ramsur, and someone who just wants to stick to an average life, and move on. Though, this descrete and average personality has its disadvantages and advantages. An advantage is that life is easy, a disadvantage is that he can't turn to anyone for help. Everything that happens to him he must face alone, and bottle up inside of himself. He's never broken down in his life, and never shed a tear to a situation. He's emotionally capable of handling pretty much anything.

If he was to break down and get angry, he'd just lock himself in his room, and keep himself away from society. His method of fueling out anger would be to sit down and think on it, and think of what the positive things it could bring. He isn't the type to bring it out on someone else, and he dosn't throw a fit agasint inanaminate objects.

The only times he may throw a punch at inanaminate objects if he's more then angry, and he can't fuel it out calmly. It must have been something that would completely mess with him, like his parents deaths or if someone was truley messing with his younger twin sister. Taking it out on a pellow or a punching bag, you'll usually find him worn out after he's thrown a frenzied fit over something, but give him an hour, and he'll be back to his normal self, and moving at the average speed he always does.

Jason can get very protective over his sister. It was something he always did. When it came to guys, he was always extra cautious about them, when it came to school work, he made sure she was doing alright, and was there to help her if she needed it. They were in the same grade, and the same age. Working with her was easier then most siblings, but sometimes they didn't get along, but what pair of siblings were always friendly to eachother. Being protective and watchful over her, this was his quickest way to make him mad, knowing someone did something to hurt her, or offend her. you DO NOT want to mess with his sister.

%% [.A P P E A R A N C E] Information

Race : Human
Gender : Male

Height : 6' 0"
Weight : 162 lbs.

Eye Color : Bright Ice Blue
Hair Style // Color : Blond // Spiky

Overall Appeance :

Jason C. Sharp [Student]

Jason was a thin male, with lean figure. He wasn't buff and broad like the other athlette's of the school, but he didn't have a weak body. Having taken lots of martial arts throughout his life, he was strong and he could fight really well. Taking care of his body using great hygine methods, and keeping himself clean when he gets dirty, he looks great. His hair, a spiky blond, made him look more unique around the other people, causing him to stick out in a crowd. This is what attacted the girls in the first place. Liking his hair though, he chooses to deal with the attractions and move on. His eyes, sharp and brilliant, have a nice gleam to its icy blue color. He's been called an angel far to many times for him to count.

His outfit is all black, and it makes his pale skin stick out rather well. It consists of a pretty tight black shirt with very short sleeves. And loose black pants that come down over his shoes. His shoes, the same black as his shirt and pants, care made of leather on the outside, and a confortable cloth on the inside. Custom made to fit his feet perfectly, he could walk around in them all day, and not get warn out in them. To add to the uniqueness of the shoe itself, the toes are made of steel along with the heel. You can't notice it, but you can feel it if you press down on them. This adds durability to the shoes, and also and extra impact on kicks and other feet martial arts. Being used to them, it dosen't slow him down like you think it would, its more of an equilibreum in other people speeds.

Jason has a few special touches to himself to add to his look. For one, he has glasses that he dosen't need, but it helps him look a little different then everyone else - being the independent indivisual he is -. On his left hand he has a various sizing bracelets, twelve to be exact, and they all vary in shades of white to black, and a pair of thick marroon colored ones. Also, he has a ring on his left hand, middle finger, thats about a three-fourths inch think. Its a shiny chrome colored silver made of slainless steel, and long row of various symbols that he has yet to interpret into a readable language. Hidden inside his shirt is a silver cross necklace that was his fathers, a simple token to remind him of him. It's stainless steel, and very hard to bend, makes perfect for a durable sentimental object.

Jason C. Sharp [Soldier]

The only thing that has changed about the soldier form of Jason is that he's gotten a tad bit broader, and that his face isn't the same young calm face it use to be. It dosen't look any different, but the expressions he makes are far more concerned, and serious. He rarely smiles, and his face matches the expressions as the rest of the soldiers in Ramsur: discrete, out of place, pointless. They're opinions are the same as well, the war was just a fight for control between two people, nothing will change if the other is dictator.

The clothing on Jason has changed from that personal teenage look, to the serious fighting look. His right arm is completely covered by a loose black cloth, and a black leather pauldron covered his left shoulder. Unlike his left arm, his right arm is completely different and exposed all the way to the point just below his elbow, where a black golve takes over and coveres his hand; the silver cross necklace is still hidden inside his shirt, and part of the chain around his neck is visable with his vest. He wore a black-blue cloth vest that zipped up down the middle. Choosing to not zip it up all the way, he has a good three inches of exposed skin from the base of his neck. The collar of the vest runs tall and goes three inches off his shoulder along either side of his head, and tends to bend outward slightly. A leather strap, black and running from the base of his wolf insignia, around his chest, up his back, and to the base of the pauldron in his back; a second strap ran up, and over his right shoulder to help hold the sheath up that was on his back when he as his huge sword pulling it down. The wolf insignia is something unique he wanted on his pauldron, but gained sentimental value when people called him "wolf" in the forces. It also was a symbol of his skills with the blade. A black cloth ran down his loose black pants, and when he stood still, his left leg was covered down to the lower part of his shin. Sort of like a kama.

On the back of his waist, connecting to his belt, was a black leather sheath. Inside was a steel sword that hung loosly from his waist. The sheath on covered the first foot of his one and a half meter blade. The handle, a black bound grip with steel connectors, was the only part that stuck out of the top part of the sheath, and he occasionally rested his arm on it for support. Between the sheath and the belt are a pair of 10 mm pistols. Three magazines rested on each side of one, hidden beneath black cloth. The pistols handles were the only exposed part behind him, and they were strapped by leather bindings acorss the back to hold them in whenever he did stupid stunts with his sword.

%% [.E Q U I P M E N T] Listings

Primary Weapon :

[Future] Wolf's Bane

Having a mulitible amount of combinable, stainless steel, blades. He dosen't use them all at once. Stashing them inside a secret compartment inside his wall, he will usually only go out with the "normal" form of the blade. Its also the center of everything holding it all together.

Secondary Weapon :

[Future] Silver Hanguns

He has two silver 10 mm handguns behind his sheathe. Shooting at 4500 fps, the bullets will knock someone flat on there back if in a close enough range. The bullets them selves have been made to fit just this gun, and the tips have incendary components. On impact the other shell will crumple away and bust into a soft flame. If if you block these bullets, you better hope the flame doesn't get to you. Easily capable of penitrating through the thick steel of the body armor most soldiers wear.

Armor // Clothing :

Teenage Apperal
[Future] Personalized Soldier Apperal

Further Equipment :

[Student]

Apperal
Set of Pointless Glasses
Silver Cross Necklace
[12] Bracelets (vary)
[01] Ring (silver)

[Future]

Personalized Soldier Apperal
Silver Corss Necklace
Wolf's Bane
[02] Handgun (10mm. // silver)
[06] Custom Handgun Magazines (10mm.)

%% [.S K I L L] Information

Strengths :

Jason has several unique strengths, some being he's strong, fast, smart, handsome. He's what you would call "amazing" in terms of skill and personality. Being skilled like that makes him wanted in the forces, and he'll occasionally get requests to join, but only when he's twenty does he accually go off to fight in the Union, not wanting change in the government.

Weaknesses :

A weakness is that he's incredably protective over his sister. Using her as a weak spot would put him in a predicament since he'd rather "die" then lose her. His parents were killed, and his sister is all he has left. This is a BIG weakness agasint him, and can leave him utterly helpless if exploited.


Birth Traits :

Health Regeneration Rate :

Since birth he's had an incredable regeneration rate, and has been able to heal from wounds faster then anyone else he knew. Broken bones heal in weeks, cuts and scratches are gone within a few days, and virus and other diseases only effect him for a shortened amount then it would last normally.

Special Talents :

Gifted Intellect :

Jason is VERY smart, and excells in all his subjects. The one class that he does the worst in, though he still has A's in it, is history, he was never a fan for it, but as long as teh teacher goes over it atleast once, he'll learn it. This is what allows him to adapt to places so well, he learns quickly, and he understands most logic.

Trained Skills :

Athelete :

Jason had trained himself into an athlete becasue of his Military career choice. Training since he was twelve, he's built an excellent body for himself, and has alot of strength, stamina, agility, and speed. Thin, lean, and capable of preforming actions that arn't reached by most men, he's a born soldier.

Martial Arts :

Having trained himself in lots of Martial Arts, he's skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and even trained himself into a custom sword technique using the martial arts he knows. Having a counter-offensive attack standard, he uses the strengths of the opponent agasint them, "the bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Swordsmanship :

Jason's Swordsmanship is matchless to those around him, and since the sword itself would be hard to lift by someone normal. Training, end after end, he's worked his body, and sword to allow himself to take away the vulnerablebilities that he would have using a sword that size. This makes him a hard to beat opponent when using a "normal" sword, considering the lightweight features of the "normal" sowrd compared to the wieght and combined weight of all his swords.

Handgun Marksmanship :

His handgun skills are about as matchable as his swordsmanship. Having trained endless nights with his guns, he's grown very skilled with them. Not only that but he's grown to there touch. They larger then normal guns, having a 10mm. bullets, they're a bit heavier, but not as much of a difference as his sword compared to other swords. Having got so accustomed to his handguns, that he's capable of shooting without his eye sight. Using his intellect and distance experiance, all he has to do is know where his targets are, then he can put a dead center shot through all of them. Moving targets are much more complicated, but if the speed of the target is constant, he can calculate his target, and take it down.

%% [.H I S T O R I C A L] Information

Car Wreck of Twenty-Sixty
Age : 15 // Sharp House

Jason C. Sharp [Kid]

Jason sat in the kitchen, he was fiftheen years old, and his parents were out on H45 of southern Ramsur. They had gone out to pick up a present for Rina, his twin sister, because she so desperatly wanted what they were getting; a Beagle puppy dog. Jason had to keep a secret, and so he did. Sitting in the kitchen he was eating a bowl of cereal, and writing in a notebook. He liked to write, and it took up alot of his free time then. Lifting the spoon to his mouth, he heard his sister in the other room, the news had been left on, and an urgent alert came on almost instantly.

Jason payed no attention to it at first, until the words "biggest", "wreck", "H45", and "Hundreds of Deaths" caught his attention. He stood up, and looked toward the bright screen. Images of the wreck filled it, and words and captions ran along the bottom. Several news casters blared there voices over the whirl of the helicopters. "Now recieveing live feed from the wreck that very well may be the biggest wreck ever here in Ramsur," he heard it say. His attention went to full focus on the television.

Smoke lifted into the air, and cars littered the highway. It was on the top of a hill, and smoke rose high into the air. Some car's played it safe, and pulled over, others kept coming thinking the smoke was from the factory below, and by the time they figured out it wasn't they were already flying into the wreck at hundreds of miles an hour. The cars were all lit on fire, and glass covered the ground. Some people were moving but most of them lie still in their cars, blood seeping from their bodies.

This was a mess, and cars even kept coming. It took a half an hour for the cars to be stopped by road blocks from the RP (Ramsur police). Fire trucks moved to the scene, and men in bright yellow suits moved in to help the people inside. Robots and androids alike, all pitched in to help the scene, luckily it wasn't as bad as it could've been. They dragged alot of survivors, but too many were dead to make this wreck stay off the charts as a "day to remember those who died this day" sorta thing.

Jason kept watching as his sister did, she asked him where there parents were at the time, and he just replied with a "there" as he looked at the screen. Jason tried their cell phone and it rang, but it just kept ringing and ringing. He was about to give up when a faint voice picked up. "Jason?" it asked. The voice was fimilar to him, and Jason immidiatly knew who it was, "Dad, where are you at?" Jason asked rapidly. His father began speaking but the phone disconnected just as a car on screen blew up. He looked at the care closely, and his heart sank. He fell backwards into a chair, and looked at the rich red sports car his parents drove as it lit heavily on fire. Several men jumped to action with it, but Jason already knew it was too late.

Later a list of all the dead and wounded were posted on screen:

Dead : [22 confirmed dead // 36 unknowns // 235 wounded]
Jose Anderson
Judy Anderson
Audrey Banks
Ben Banks
Fredrwick Green
Peter Green
Hugo Hardy
Mac Harris
Kindra Inman
Gregory Johnston
Jackson Philips
Joshua Philips
Marla Philips
Felix Sharp
Kira Sharp
Nathan Simmons
Kenji Torishi
Laura Torishi
Ulric Vonlicktenstien
June Vonlicktenstien
Randy Willbanks
Daneille Zara
Emily Zara

Felix and Kira Sharp were both listed as killed, and Jason and Rina were taken in by the goverenment for a few days. With no way of being able to keep the house, they were taken out, and all the money was put into a bank that they could have when they turned eighteen, which was a few minutes sooner then Rina for Jason.

The next few days the government was busy sorting out the few familyless kids. Jason and Rina were two of them. With government pay, they were moved into a school dormitory, and from there the government made sure that they were adaquatly funded to be taken care of until they reached eighteen. New kids, new teachers, new crowds, it was going to take a little bit of getting used to. They had eachother, thats what counted, and Jason was determined to protect his sister, even if they got in fights everyonce and while.

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Four years later...

Jason had found his way around a college, and hopped in with a crowd. He had graduated Highschool early having been able to skip the rest of the last grade of highschool with his sister. He was in college, nineteen years of age, and found himself pulled into the crowd that people of higher standards called "popular". He still didn't like getting to know people, and the only person to accually know him was his sister, Rina. Everyone else saw him as a "cute popular guy with brains to go with it". He was smart accually, probably one of the smartest in the school. He was excellent at all his subjects, but he excelled the most in Advanced Math.

Romance, on the other hand, was a hard subject to learn. Most of the girls in the school stared at him when he wasn't looking, and some did while he was. He didn't get why they wouldn't leave him alone. He'd walk around a feel this pull of people toward him, especially a week before dances, girls were EVERYWHERE. It drove him nuts. He wished he'd be left alone most of the time...

%% [. E X A M P L E] Roleplay

College Romance
Age : 19 // Biology Classroom

Jason sat in the front left corner of the room. It was five minutes until the bell rang for lunch. He sat calmly in his seat, zoneing out for awhile. The words the professor was saying about the cardiovascular system by-passed him. He wasn't getting a word of knowledge as he sat there in his small peach desk, a large text book open in front of him that was even getting read.

Jason had spiky blond hair, and the right side of his bangs were uniquely shaped. His hair, spiking in the back, looked long from where it was at, but yet he could keep it out of his eyes easily. His eyes were a brillient shade of icy blue, and they stuck out well on his face. His body well built and lean, and his figure tall, he was a target for college girls, something he disliked about being there...

Four minutes...

Four minutes left, then he could go get something to eat. He hadn't eaten breakfast this mourning because everywhere he sat a girl happened to be beside him. He was begginning to think the harder it is for them to get accepted the harder they try. He sighed at the thought. Hamburgers, and fries... sounds good... he thought to himself as he glanced up at the teacher to keep eye contact every-once-and-awhile to avoid the "what did I just say?" question he always gives everyone he thinks isn't listening, and Jason wasn't, he couldn't answer it if he was asked...

Three minutes...

Time is ticking, and yet, it seems to take so long. Jason held a pencil in his hand as he leaned back in his seat. His finger moved along the side of it, and ran down the wooden shaft. He was ready to leave, and sitting there with a three minute wait wasn't the funnest thing for a hungry male. Twirling the pencil in his fingers he glanced at his watch again...

Two minutes...

Two minutes left, he thought as he lowered his watch. He looked up to see the teacher looking at him, "Mr. Sharp!" he snapped, moving toward him in his professor stride. His back was straight and his gut was out, a book in his hands behind his back as he walked, "are you in a hurry to go somewhere?" the professor asked. Jason looked at him, "Just lunch sir," he said smiling peacefully at him. A few students chuckled. "Trying... to be funny?" he asked him again, hearing the chuckling. Jason looked at him, and shook his head softly, "No Mr. Willohbee." Mr. Willohbee, the professor, nodded and moved back to the front of the room, continueing his bleak lecture...

One minute...

It was down to seconds now, and the teacher looked at his notes to double check he had explained everything, as if he didn't Jason would have missed something. He saw the seconds tick, and he felt a note slide into his pocket. Letting out a sigh, he reached inside and pulled it out carefully. Unraveling it under the desk, he made sure the professor wasn't looking as he read silently to himself:

Jason,

This is Angel, the one who sits behind you in class, and I was wondering if you had gotten a dance partner for the upcoming dance in a few days. If you do, thats ok, if not, I was wondering if you'd go with me.

Angel-which had a cute pair of wings coming off the "A"-

The girl was accually beautiful. She had long dark hair, and wonderful blue eyes. She was skinny, and short. Her face always smiled, and she had a soft British accent. Atttractive to every guy in this school, it would be a good combination to put her with him, since alot of people envied them. Though, she'd have trouble competing with his sister, she was just as attractive to all the guys as she was, maybe more.

Jason sighed, he hated rejecting people, but he wasn't a fan for romance, and he wasn't a fan for dancing either. So that doubled the chances for rejection. Pulling out a pencil he wrote "no... sorry" in simple letters underneath her name. Folding it back up, he brought his hand behind his back, and flicked it. It landed perfectly in front of her, and slid down the top of her desk and into her lap.

Ding, Ding...

About time... he thought to himself as he gathered his one notebook, and his Biology textbook. Gripping them he left to hear that the angel girl sighed. He didn't like rejections, but it was for their own good. He wasn't a relationship kind of guy, he didn't dance, and he was hungry... and he was about to change that last one.