Jason Robinson

[jasonrobinson]

Jason "Joker" Robinson


PB:

[/li][li]~My Name is Zach
[/li][li]~I am 18 years old.
[/li][li]~I found the site through Murdock
[/li][li]~If you wish to talk to me, the best way to reach me is through PM or carrier pigeon
[/li][li]~I have been role playing for 10

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~*Full Name: Jason Robinson

~*Alias:Joker

~*Age:23

~*Race:Hunter

~*Gender:Male

*Appearance: Jason is approximately 5'11, a thin but well built cut man. His eyes alternate between a blue and a light hazel color, but more often than not they are blue. His hair is kept messy, and is a dirty blond sort of color. His skin is normally a lightly tanned brown. When hunting he adorns himself in light, easy to move in clothes. He wears black, martial-arts style pants for maneuverability, despite their ability to remain well fitting. His shirt itself is a short sleeve shirt that remains open in the front and is actually only kept covering his stomach/chest by the fact that it's folded over itself and tucked into his pants. Directly beneath the shirt is a light chain-mail mesh, allowing for some slight extra armor to cover his upper body.

~*Personality: Jason is a pretty laid back, fun guy. That's really all one needs to know about him, as far as he is concerned. He enjoys cracking jokes with his buddies, going out for drinks, the occasional partying. However, he craves the excitement that only action can bring. Skydiving and paintball allow for only so much entertainment before they become not enough and a man must then join the military to get that traveling excitement. He does the work for the excitement, and because of his laid back joking personality he is either loved or hated by his coworkers.

He often gets shit from his "Higher Ups" in the Hunter organization due to his constant joking and diffusion of high-tension situations. While he does have a more serious, slightly darker side deep down, this is a part of him that very rarely comes out, and when it does it is only temporarily.

~*History: Jason was born in Annapolis, Maryland and spent much of his youth there. He was known as the risk taker, the fun guy who would always take things a step further than his friends; He'd climb one branch farther, dive a few feet lower, simply for the thrill. A mantra his father instilled into him early on; Life is short. Too short for fear, and too short not to live to the fullest. If you die earlier than others, it's simply because you didn't need the extra time. An odd saying to instill in his child, but from a man who died at age of 35 (Jason was 10), it's not too surprising.

When he was 12, his mother remarried to a man by the name Matt Boxxer, a cop in Baltimore City, Maryland. The worst city in the entire United States. Jason often rode with his mother to the station to see his step-father, and the man was clean cop; a good man, and Jason loved him life a best friend more than a father. He would talk to Matt about the things he saw, get stories first hand about the atrocities that occurred in this city, and Jason began to consider the idea of becoming a cop; why not? The thrill, the rush, the activeness... It seemed like way too much to pass up. He wanted to do it.

But of course, there was one thing holding him back. He wanted to become a cop in Baltimore City, and Matt wouldn't allow it. Well, that was fine. Jason had planned for this; There was one job more exciting than even a cop. The military.

Jason enrolled the next day, with his mother cosigning his entry. Around this time, Matt (a point-man on SWAT) was beginning to consider retirement. Jason went through boot camp, and although he excelled physically he was often forced to do do a little more than his squad, and got them in trouble with his mouth and quips. While he was chill, he'd make jokes in the worst situations.

By the end of boot camp, he earned the resentful nickname of "Joker". Once out of boot camp, however, he began catching attention for his above-par marksmanship, his hand-to-hand combat skills and his overall physical prowess. When he was offered the special spot of a 'Hunter', his natural response was "HUNTER?! Of course I'll take it, why wouldn't I? What is a Hunter, anyways?"

Jason, now 23, is stationed in New York. The knowledge of Vampires and Werewolves were surprising, yes, but overall intriguing and, most of all... Exciting. A new thing to do. A new obstacle to overcome- and a new way to achieve that thrill.

~*RP Sample:

Jason stood at attention, his eyes staring ahead in a dull, emotionless stupor. His mind wandered, not paying a single bit of attention to the shorter drill Sargent, leaning up and yelling into his face. The reason Jason was being yelled at? He laughed when one of his squad members was told to "Drop and give me twenty!" His reaction to being yelled at?

A "Stupid as mother fucking grin smeared across his face."

Jason stood there, grinning, as the Sargent yelled at him, and finally zoned back in. "Oh, still smiling? I'd like to see you smile on the ground! Like that? Imagine sweating, laying on your back, exhausted and weak! Tell me, what do you picture when you imagine that?!" the Drill Sargent yelled. Jason's grin turned into a full out smile. "I guess... I picture your wife. Again" he said. Jason felt as his collar was grabbed, and put his hands out to land in a push-up position on the ground.

"Two hundred push ups. Do not rest. Don't take a break. Just do it." With a slight chuckle, Jason began doing push ups, beginning his forced workout routine. "Fucking Joker..." The Sargent grumbled, pacing behind Jason as he worked.

Optional

*Likes:Women and excitement

*Dislikes:Boring people and boring events

*What you want to see happen to your character: To end up being recognized by others as 'Joker', and to possibly gain recognition as a respected Vampire/Werewolf hunter.
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