Post by xColonel Jonathan Richards on Dec 22, 2009 5:36:44 GMT -8
Character's Name: Jonathan David Richards
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.):
Stands at 6”1 with a strong muscular build (for a human) and dark brown eyes that seem black (even up close) and sports a stuck up black-raven hair look. Has a mechanical (synthetic) lower right arm and hand.
Birthplace: Earth, New York
Preferred rank: Colonel (Marine CO)
Department: Marine Contingent
Personality:
Jonathan is a man looking at a split mirror, on one side he sees a cracked face contorted by all the negative impacts during his life. They have affected him and caused him to be more sensitive to his own feelings. The cracked side also shows the eye of a dragon, an old dragon that knows how to kill in many different ways, whether it would be its fiery breath or deadly tail. The darkness within that eye shows the extent of his stealthy skill, he can play the poker face very well, and can play all faces as well, and he knows how to hide his feelings and thoughts from others.
On the other side of the cracked mirror is the gentle nature, a complete opposite to his inner darkness. He is gentle, kind, fair and a strong man that thinks about the safety of others before the mission and his own life. His humor tends to light, soft and has grown used to the many types of humor out there and has adapted along with it to know when add one of his silent lines.
When the cracked mirror is repaired and whole, so is Jon with the mind of a deadly warrior fighter, a bold fair leader, and a nice man in general.
Background and History:
Born in New York Jonathan lived a very ordinary life though he did soon grow into hothead youngster. He was fiery, quick to decisions and bad choices, a flirt, a reckless young man and just one of those hotshots. He found out at a young age that he was quite the brawler in school but wasn’t a bully. He had a knack for ticking off the bullies with very few words, a few punches follow and only Jon remains conscious.
He got into trouble a lot for it and during one late night detention saw a march of warriors, elites, professionals… marines. Jon was awed by the sight and he never forgot it since. Jon from then on strived to be the best of the best; he graduated school with a fair number of high grades and went on to train as a marine at the local (West Point) training post.
Jonathan was pride to see that he had gone further than his fellow recruits than any other his age and he continued to impress his tutors and drill sergeants. He graduated a year before his fellows and was sent throughout the universe apart of several battalions. By the time he was 28 he had been in pretty much every standard military scenario, (close quarters, large open battlefield, planets, jungle, ships, etc).
By the age of 31 he was no longer the reckless fly-boy but a mature seasoned man and he had become a marine CO at the rank of Lt. Col and commanded an 11-man squad including himself that were reserved for small squad operations. They were one of the many elite groups. For many a year Jon commanded his people, his friends through victory, light casualties along the way but he soon fell in love with one of his subordinates, Marian Munroe. The two married a year later. Their love was just as ordinary as any other couple except for being in the military. Never did they allow their love to cloud their judgments, they’re job came first… no a cloud did come.
Jonathan was 36 and had become quite a decorated solider, warrior and leader. Their mission was simple, intercept and assist. The team’s shuttle was shot down and Jon lost two of his men due to the attack and crash, an ambush soon followed. Jon and his team drove the enemy away as they retreated through the streets of this unknown town that was too quiet.
Every time they settled down to rest or discuss plans they were ambushed, eventually Jon realized a pattern to the ambushes and ordered his team to split up and rendezvous at the next ambush, but this time as the trappers. They took the attackers by surprise, each team member doing what they did best to take them all down.
However… one person was missing from the team. Marian Richards, his wife. From the information they gathered from some of the non-dead attackers, they deduced that Marian had been captured and that they was only one transmitter within a hundred kilometers. Jon ordered his men to take control of that transmitter station at all costs to signal help while he rescued his wife.
Marian was being held up within a small fort, heavily guarded and it was time to put Jonathan’s skills to the test. He had been known back at the training post as ‘Shadow’ for being able to sneak into the senior mess hall without tripping any alarms, or being noticed (Camera or otherwise). He snuck through the place and found his wife behind a moldy old cell.
She was stripped nothing to rags, scars, blood everywhere. Jonathan was blinded by his need to get her out and was cornered and eventually captured himself. He was tortured and beat like his wife and if it was just that more painful, he had to be chained up right next to her, an inch of being able to touch her with his cuffed hands to her own.
A man came into the cell, the man behind the operation. He had been doing this for months, luring special task force teams and ‘assassinating’ them one by one. He confessed himself that he and his men had no trouble with killing off the other teams but Jon and his own, were “good sport”. The next thing Jon saw was the man grinning and raising a weapon to his wife.
She was dead, shot in cold blood.
Jon’s heart cracked, the chains that held him to the wall, cracked, he was let loose. Jon attacked the man and beat him to death and further with his own bare hands but the fight despite its brutality was not easy. Jon was a monster, he didn’t what pain his body felt, he endured several knife wounds including a scar from his shoulder to his waist and even suffered the lower of his right lower arm and hand. But Jon did it, he silenced the man that had silenced his love.
Jon had been dying but he was saved by his team who had come back to him. Help arrived and following his and his team’s report he was reprimanded and put on extended leave along with counseling. He returned to duty nine months later but resumed normal activity within a large battalion as his previous rank (Lt Col.). In the years to follow, he soon found himself an able soldier again and even got promoted to Col shortly afterwards whereas command thought would be enough to show that he was ready to command a team. This command being on a ship that had faced losses during a heartless attack from the Borg.
The USS Nike.
Name of Celebrity: David Boreanaz
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Sample Roleplay: It was a foul stench, but it was one he was used to. It was the stench of blood, of death. Jonathan slipped his arm to his side to avoid the moonlight from shining at the glint of a blade that had killed so many, in so little time. He moved like a shadow, he crept like a shadow, he even killed like a shadow. Shadows kill the light that shines on all, shadows appear, silence the light, and disappear. Just like Commander Jonathan Richards.
His breathing was still and controlled despite the rapid beating of his heart as he took another life with the short bloodied knife. He crouched down behind a pillar, dragging the body quickly into the darkness of shadow. He waited for the watch light to pass over the group of pillars before he followed the light, only a hair behind its luminance gaze. If the light reversed or stopped for even a second, he would be caught but Jon knew he wouldn’t, not now.
The only thing was caught, was his heart, within a cage, he could feel her. She was alive.
Shadow… A voice in his mind said.
Jon quickly rolled to the ground, engulfing himself in the shadow of yet another pillar as a pair of security guards walked by. They had not seen a thing. Jon’s lips twitched into a smirk for a brief moment before he gathered his will and tred deeper into the fort.
Tomorrow was going to have a really red sunset.
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.):
Stands at 6”1 with a strong muscular build (for a human) and dark brown eyes that seem black (even up close) and sports a stuck up black-raven hair look. Has a mechanical (synthetic) lower right arm and hand.
Birthplace: Earth, New York
Preferred rank: Colonel (Marine CO)
Department: Marine Contingent
Personality:
Jonathan is a man looking at a split mirror, on one side he sees a cracked face contorted by all the negative impacts during his life. They have affected him and caused him to be more sensitive to his own feelings. The cracked side also shows the eye of a dragon, an old dragon that knows how to kill in many different ways, whether it would be its fiery breath or deadly tail. The darkness within that eye shows the extent of his stealthy skill, he can play the poker face very well, and can play all faces as well, and he knows how to hide his feelings and thoughts from others.
On the other side of the cracked mirror is the gentle nature, a complete opposite to his inner darkness. He is gentle, kind, fair and a strong man that thinks about the safety of others before the mission and his own life. His humor tends to light, soft and has grown used to the many types of humor out there and has adapted along with it to know when add one of his silent lines.
When the cracked mirror is repaired and whole, so is Jon with the mind of a deadly warrior fighter, a bold fair leader, and a nice man in general.
Background and History:
Born in New York Jonathan lived a very ordinary life though he did soon grow into hothead youngster. He was fiery, quick to decisions and bad choices, a flirt, a reckless young man and just one of those hotshots. He found out at a young age that he was quite the brawler in school but wasn’t a bully. He had a knack for ticking off the bullies with very few words, a few punches follow and only Jon remains conscious.
He got into trouble a lot for it and during one late night detention saw a march of warriors, elites, professionals… marines. Jon was awed by the sight and he never forgot it since. Jon from then on strived to be the best of the best; he graduated school with a fair number of high grades and went on to train as a marine at the local (West Point) training post.
Jonathan was pride to see that he had gone further than his fellow recruits than any other his age and he continued to impress his tutors and drill sergeants. He graduated a year before his fellows and was sent throughout the universe apart of several battalions. By the time he was 28 he had been in pretty much every standard military scenario, (close quarters, large open battlefield, planets, jungle, ships, etc).
By the age of 31 he was no longer the reckless fly-boy but a mature seasoned man and he had become a marine CO at the rank of Lt. Col and commanded an 11-man squad including himself that were reserved for small squad operations. They were one of the many elite groups. For many a year Jon commanded his people, his friends through victory, light casualties along the way but he soon fell in love with one of his subordinates, Marian Munroe. The two married a year later. Their love was just as ordinary as any other couple except for being in the military. Never did they allow their love to cloud their judgments, they’re job came first… no a cloud did come.
Jonathan was 36 and had become quite a decorated solider, warrior and leader. Their mission was simple, intercept and assist. The team’s shuttle was shot down and Jon lost two of his men due to the attack and crash, an ambush soon followed. Jon and his team drove the enemy away as they retreated through the streets of this unknown town that was too quiet.
Every time they settled down to rest or discuss plans they were ambushed, eventually Jon realized a pattern to the ambushes and ordered his team to split up and rendezvous at the next ambush, but this time as the trappers. They took the attackers by surprise, each team member doing what they did best to take them all down.
However… one person was missing from the team. Marian Richards, his wife. From the information they gathered from some of the non-dead attackers, they deduced that Marian had been captured and that they was only one transmitter within a hundred kilometers. Jon ordered his men to take control of that transmitter station at all costs to signal help while he rescued his wife.
Marian was being held up within a small fort, heavily guarded and it was time to put Jonathan’s skills to the test. He had been known back at the training post as ‘Shadow’ for being able to sneak into the senior mess hall without tripping any alarms, or being noticed (Camera or otherwise). He snuck through the place and found his wife behind a moldy old cell.
She was stripped nothing to rags, scars, blood everywhere. Jonathan was blinded by his need to get her out and was cornered and eventually captured himself. He was tortured and beat like his wife and if it was just that more painful, he had to be chained up right next to her, an inch of being able to touch her with his cuffed hands to her own.
A man came into the cell, the man behind the operation. He had been doing this for months, luring special task force teams and ‘assassinating’ them one by one. He confessed himself that he and his men had no trouble with killing off the other teams but Jon and his own, were “good sport”. The next thing Jon saw was the man grinning and raising a weapon to his wife.
She was dead, shot in cold blood.
Jon’s heart cracked, the chains that held him to the wall, cracked, he was let loose. Jon attacked the man and beat him to death and further with his own bare hands but the fight despite its brutality was not easy. Jon was a monster, he didn’t what pain his body felt, he endured several knife wounds including a scar from his shoulder to his waist and even suffered the lower of his right lower arm and hand. But Jon did it, he silenced the man that had silenced his love.
Jon had been dying but he was saved by his team who had come back to him. Help arrived and following his and his team’s report he was reprimanded and put on extended leave along with counseling. He returned to duty nine months later but resumed normal activity within a large battalion as his previous rank (Lt Col.). In the years to follow, he soon found himself an able soldier again and even got promoted to Col shortly afterwards whereas command thought would be enough to show that he was ready to command a team. This command being on a ship that had faced losses during a heartless attack from the Borg.
The USS Nike.
Name of Celebrity: David Boreanaz
Link to Avatar:
Sample Roleplay: It was a foul stench, but it was one he was used to. It was the stench of blood, of death. Jonathan slipped his arm to his side to avoid the moonlight from shining at the glint of a blade that had killed so many, in so little time. He moved like a shadow, he crept like a shadow, he even killed like a shadow. Shadows kill the light that shines on all, shadows appear, silence the light, and disappear. Just like Commander Jonathan Richards.
His breathing was still and controlled despite the rapid beating of his heart as he took another life with the short bloodied knife. He crouched down behind a pillar, dragging the body quickly into the darkness of shadow. He waited for the watch light to pass over the group of pillars before he followed the light, only a hair behind its luminance gaze. If the light reversed or stopped for even a second, he would be caught but Jon knew he wouldn’t, not now.
The only thing was caught, was his heart, within a cage, he could feel her. She was alive.
Shadow… A voice in his mind said.
Jon quickly rolled to the ground, engulfing himself in the shadow of yet another pillar as a pair of security guards walked by. They had not seen a thing. Jon’s lips twitched into a smirk for a brief moment before he gathered his will and tred deeper into the fort.
Tomorrow was going to have a really red sunset.
