Post by tomyironmane on Sept 18, 2006 23:50:46 GMT -5
*Race/Species: Human
*Gender: Male
Actual Character Age: 26
Home Territory(Place of Origin): Sunny Seattle, Washington!
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150
Physical Build: Thin, wiry.
*Physical Description:
Jiles is thin and hard, though the thing that is the most notable about him is the scar. It looks like some one took an arc welder to his face, the scar that carves a path starting above his hairline and progressing across his left eye socket, across his mouth, and down past the collar of his shirt. He's missing that eye, and wears the classic black patch so people don't have to look at it. He can still do things like smile, though the disfigurement can make such expressions disconcerting. His hair is short and black, graying slightly, in a near military cut
Personal Information/History/Background:
Dr. J.P. "Doc" Richardson started out his life in a state orphanage in Washington. No one ever knew what happened to his parents; he had been found on the doorstep with a name tag and an unsigned note. He never had many friends, apart from a younger boy named Eddie, whom he looked out for. Orphanages were like that. In school he only had one friend, a kid named Michael, who taught him how to fight, so he could protect himself from the bullies. He wasn't very popular, despite, or likely because he was brilliant in his studies. He graduated from High School early, and moved onto college where he excelled in math and sciences. At college was also his first foray into the dating world, where he first failed miserably.... she still hates his guts, and he refuses to talk about it.
Graduating with his doctorate after pouring himself into study, he went to work as a junior associate professor at NYU, specializing in advanced physics, where he began engaging in experiments involving psionic energy, a curiosity he had acquired after having been given some scut work for a department head's project during his days as a grad student. In the course of this work, he accidentally stumbled upon suggestions in various formulae that ESP, long derided by the scientific community, might exist. This was followed by a curiosity, and experimental apparatus were assembled to isolate and analyze psionic energy.
On August 29th 2073, the University attempted to pull the plug. The toady in charge yanked the breaker on the plasma containment fields himself, and was the victim of the catastrophic release of the rough equivalent of a dozen high end psychic's energy all at once, whereupon his head suffered a catastrophic skull rupture. A millisecond later the expanding plasma cloud incinerated him before he hit the floor, leaving a slightly greasy mark. Jiles was lucky in that the psionic pulse did not kill him, and the expanding plasma cloud did not reach far enough to incinerate him... but flashblind with a splitting headache, he fled from the burning lab. Blundering blind, he barely noticed when a plasma arc discharge carrying several gigawatts of dissipating electric charge struck him in the temple; he would have been killed except for a resonant psionic halo from the pulse and moist skin from the sheer heat of the burning building.
He woke up in the hospital. The bolt had burned a path along his skin from his head to the insole of his left foot, boiling off his left eye in the process, leaving him with nothing besides the empty socket. The university fired him in disgrace for violation of several trumped up regulations and smeared him as a crackpot. A legal battle ensued, where the university was vindicated in its right to fire him, but was found guilty of improper procedure and was held responsible for the accident, leaving the ex professor with a tidy sum for his disfigurement, pain, suffering, and difficulties. Now he pretty much lives simply and makes his own, independent inquiries into the nature of things.
Important to note, he is very much Persona Non Grata on any NYU grounds or facilities.
*Number and Description of Weaponry and Training:
Jiles has a CCW permit for his antique S&W model 500. Despite being over fifty years old, the gun is in perfect condition, mostly because before Jiles got it, it had fired precisely ONE round. The Model 500 is a very large and unruly pistol that makes a good deal of noise and a very large hole.
Jiles has, since he was young, practiced various unarmed martial arts, mostly because of a rather extreme reluctance to actually DRAW the piece of artillery he carries under his jacket or in his satchel. He knows Kung Fu... and a few other arts.
* Useful Trinkets or Items:
Carries a satchel bag with an over the shoulder sling, in which he keeps his papers, writing utensils and scratch paper, some odd sensing equipment, a calculator, a cylindrical slide rule (ask him where he got THAT), and a Big Farking Gun.
Vehicle: N/A
*Special Skills:
Blade: The use and mantenence of bladed weapons such as combat knives, daggers, switchblades, etc. (1)
Handgun: The use and maintenence of pistols including combat target aquisition and threat scanning. (5)
Rifle: The use and maintenence of rifles, including sharpshooting and compensating for such things as weather, wind, and the pulse of your own heart. (7)
Hand to Hand: The knowledge of fighting "empty handed." Generally a high rating means an organized fighting discipline. (8) (I know kung fu...)
Interrogation: The ability to extract information from people, either WITH their cooperation or against their will. (3)
Intimidation: He's a creepy ugly lookin' bastard... He looks and can act like the kind of human who you do NOT wanna get angry. (6)
Streetwise: Knows how to get by on the seedier streets of a large city, how to find certain kinds of people, and how to avoid certain kinds of Trouble. (3)
First Aid: The ability to treat injured persons with often improvised medical equipment in ways that keep them alive while the Paramedics arrive. (4)
Survival: The ability to walk out of bad situations involving Man vs. Nature. (1)
Jury-Rig/repair: The ability to get malfunctioning/broken machines and other hardware to WORK. (8)
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Jiles is, though he does not know it, a latent psychic... this has since been intensified by the events of August 29, 2073. The only known effect of his abilities here is an eerie ability to dodge and strike, though with only average strength, he's not going to be doing harm to any serious players. "Bullets slide off you. You PLAY with them." Exhibits a resistance to psionic probing... sufficiently strong probes can force their way in, though it will be unpleasant for both parties.
Lurking just where he can't get to them are additional abilities. He has the latent abilities to sense truth vs lies, to see dim impressions of the past (enough to aid in tracking a trail no more than a day old) and additional mental defenses to make his mind harder to penetrate. (still not like OMG UBERBLOCK LOLZ, just enough that you'd have to be good, strong, or trusted to get in) with sufficient training, like most psionics, he would be able to send simple messages to other psionics... much like being able to chat without having to be face to face.
A very rare ability he also posesses (though buried still deper than the afforementioned latencies) is the abiliy to heal both himself and others by expending psionic energy, though it will be very draining to do so.
Character's Career: Disgraced former Associate Professor of Physics at NYU. Currently a freelancer.
Fav. Saying/Quote: "The word 'Martyr' is just a fancy name for 'Crappy Fighter.'"
Preferred Food: Burgers.
~~~STATS~~~
Intelligence – 9
Intuition – 4
Willpower – 6
Agility – 7
Strength – 5
Endurance - 4
Speed – 4
Attractiveness – 1
~~~STATS~~~
~~~SKILLZ!~~~
Blade 1
Handgun 5
Rifle 7
Hand to Hand 8 (I know kung fu...)
Interrogation 3
Intimidation 6 (creepy ugly lookin' bastard)
Streetwise 3
First Aid 4
Survival 1
Jury-Rig/repair 8
(Total 46)
~~~SKILLZ!~~~
Info about the player: Tomy
Connections to Other Characters: N/A