Post by literalgarbage on Oct 6, 2015 1:09:35 GMT
Full name: Jok Ven
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Rivaini
Class/Occupation: Former Templar/ Bounty Hunter and occasional sword for hire
Background:
Jok was born and raised in Rivain by his single mother, according to her his father had been an apostate on the run when she met him. Luck was not on his side though as his captors had found him after a couple of months. He doesn't know much more than that, but what he does know is enough to have him become a Templar, so that he can more easily protect mages.
Well, that's what he thought Templars did anyways. Turns out the Circle in Rivain isn't exactly a good example of how Circles work around Thedas. Unluckily for Jok, he doesn't find out how bad it is until it's too late. He's addicted to lyrium, the Circle of Dairsmuid is destroyed, and everything he thought he knew is a lie.
He leaves the Order, finds his own contacts for lyrium, and figures he can start using is talents to actually help people, for a price. is main money making is through bounty hunting, of course he won't hunt a mage unless there are extenuating circumstances.
Personality:
His formerly gung ho attitude and idealism have been replaced with cynicism and his own brand of deadpan sarcasm. He has no qualms about shutting people down when he needs to, needless to say people tend to spend as little time as possible around him. He has a bad habit of going overboard when he decides to relax and has definitely gotten into his fair share of bar fights.
He handles his addiction relatively well as long as he has his fix as soon as he needs it, and it not...well, that ain't good.
He has utmost respect for women of any kind, due to his upbringing in Rivain, and tries to be less antagonistic if a mage is in his company, not wishing to cause any distress if they know he used to be a Templar. His only beef is with the Chantry and any people that are outright bigots.
Bounty Hunter
Functional Addict
Real Men Wear Pink
Work Hard, Play Hard
Knight in Sour Armor
Appearance: (not pictured: a heart with the word mom tattooed on his left forearm)
Writing Sample:
He can't sleep. He can't eat. He can't stop picturing the massacre in Dairsmuid. Can't stop hearing how some called out for him--a loud clang reverberates around him, his shield now half-embedded into his wall. His breathe coming in short, almost rhythmic, pants as he searches recklessly for his dagger knocking things aside carelessly.
For hours all that can be heard is the shrill sound of metal scraping metal as he works to remove the Templar heraldry from is chest plate and shield. No screams, no shouting, no crying, just metal against metal and his own ragged breathing. He works throughout the night and into a good portion of day, as exhaustion kicks in his clouded mind reminds him: you chose this. I know.
IC
Hugging this character: pls tbh
Kissing this character: i mean i guess
Flirting with this character: pls do it'll be gr8
Fighting with this character: pls beat him up honestly
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): yes but maybe not too much? maybe. he might deserve it
Killing this character: u do what u gotta do
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: go for it
Offensive subjects: just follow da rules and we gucci
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Rivaini
Class/Occupation: Former Templar/ Bounty Hunter and occasional sword for hire
Background:
Jok was born and raised in Rivain by his single mother, according to her his father had been an apostate on the run when she met him. Luck was not on his side though as his captors had found him after a couple of months. He doesn't know much more than that, but what he does know is enough to have him become a Templar, so that he can more easily protect mages.
Well, that's what he thought Templars did anyways. Turns out the Circle in Rivain isn't exactly a good example of how Circles work around Thedas. Unluckily for Jok, he doesn't find out how bad it is until it's too late. He's addicted to lyrium, the Circle of Dairsmuid is destroyed, and everything he thought he knew is a lie.
He leaves the Order, finds his own contacts for lyrium, and figures he can start using is talents to actually help people, for a price. is main money making is through bounty hunting, of course he won't hunt a mage unless there are extenuating circumstances.
Personality:
His formerly gung ho attitude and idealism have been replaced with cynicism and his own brand of deadpan sarcasm. He has no qualms about shutting people down when he needs to, needless to say people tend to spend as little time as possible around him. He has a bad habit of going overboard when he decides to relax and has definitely gotten into his fair share of bar fights.
He handles his addiction relatively well as long as he has his fix as soon as he needs it, and it not...well, that ain't good.
He has utmost respect for women of any kind, due to his upbringing in Rivain, and tries to be less antagonistic if a mage is in his company, not wishing to cause any distress if they know he used to be a Templar. His only beef is with the Chantry and any people that are outright bigots.
Bounty Hunter
Functional Addict
Real Men Wear Pink
Work Hard, Play Hard
Knight in Sour Armor
Appearance: (not pictured: a heart with the word mom tattooed on his left forearm)
Writing Sample:
He can't sleep. He can't eat. He can't stop picturing the massacre in Dairsmuid. Can't stop hearing how some called out for him--a loud clang reverberates around him, his shield now half-embedded into his wall. His breathe coming in short, almost rhythmic, pants as he searches recklessly for his dagger knocking things aside carelessly.
For hours all that can be heard is the shrill sound of metal scraping metal as he works to remove the Templar heraldry from is chest plate and shield. No screams, no shouting, no crying, just metal against metal and his own ragged breathing. He works throughout the night and into a good portion of day, as exhaustion kicks in his clouded mind reminds him: you chose this. I know.
IC
Hugging this character: pls tbh
Kissing this character: i mean i guess
Flirting with this character: pls do it'll be gr8
Fighting with this character: pls beat him up honestly
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): yes but maybe not too much? maybe. he might deserve it
Killing this character: u do what u gotta do
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: go for it
Offensive subjects: just follow da rules and we gucci
