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Jefferson T. Smith; Piccolo's shitty OC
Topic Started: May 20 2015, 04:57 AM (110 Views)
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The Basics

Character Name: Jefferson Tecumseh Smith

Character Race: Human

Character Gender: Male

Character Age: 26

Character Alignment: Loner

Starting Planet: Earth

Stats or Pure RP: Stats

Personality:
Jeff is a pretty laid back guy, despite his past. As long as you're not ruining his or someone else's day, he doesn't care what you do. If you do ruin his or someone elses day, he'll knock your punk-ass down.

Likes: Cannabis, hip-hop and ganster rap, street performing, fuckin' all the white women, watermelon, hippy fests,

Dislikes: Law Enforcement, religious fanatics, the ghetto, rednecks.

Fears: Rich White People, hillbillies, prostitutes, heated metal.

Flaws: Finds it difficult to trust others, uncomfortable in large crowds, dependant on marijuana, defiant towards laws and rules.

Give us a brief history of your character below.

The short version is this: Smith was born as Delan, a dark-skinned tribal living within the resource-poor continent of Atmora, east of most of the civilized world. Taught to hunt and fend for himself from a young age, he would have been typical among the other males of the tribe. However, he displayed powers the elders would describe as a gift from their Star Brothers. When enraged or in an absolutely desperate situation, Delan would do things no normal man could. Once, when surrounded by a pack of carnivorous beasts, he shouted and held his palms forward, setting them all on fire.

Just after turning fourteen, dozens of men and beast-men alike came to his village, all obvious foreigners. The only walking beasts of this land were dangerous and unintelligable, and the men bore a much lighter skin tone. Soon enough, their intent became clear as they were to round up every member of the village, killing any who resisted with advanced technology. More confused than feeling endangered, Delan's power wouldn't arise for many years after. It would, however, continue to build.

Those who survived the initial sweep and journey back to the west were now enslaved to one Tobias Eleanor Barnaby. Slavery was of course illegal in these days, long ago outlawed by King Furry. Even so, many criminal organizations used slave labor for most work, as it was obviously far cheaper, and the slaves were expendable. Delan was given a new name, a slave name: Jefferson Tecumseh Smith. The same as all of Barnaby's slaves, Smith was branded over his left eye, a circle surrounding it with his master's name. Were any to escape and then found by anyone with a filial or business connection to Tobias, the slave would be recaptured and brought back to be made an example of.

Smith was never able to show signs of frustration or anger towards his master, nor any of his subordinates, lest he and his family be killed off instantly. Even through a decade of excrutiating labor, constant beatings and vicious rape, Smith had to maintain composure for those he loved.

Eventually, things would come to an head. It wasn't Smith who broke, but his brother, attacking one of the guards at night and trying to escape. Now, the whole family was set to be executed as an example. In demonstration, they were set up on a raised platform, each tied to a wooden beam. Master Tobias could have merely hung or shot them all, though instead chose to kill them all using the sacred spear of the village they all came from. He'd start with the oldest, Smith's father, working his way to the youngest, which was Smith himself. He slit each of their throats with the spear, from the father to the mother, to the sister and his brother. It finally came down to Smith, but he'd finally had enough.

After the years of torture and the slaughter of his family on stage, Smith was beyond the boiling point. In a fit of rage, Smith had broken free from the restraints, taking the spear of his village and beginning to slaughter the thugs and family of Master Tobias. The slaver and criminal only just barely managed to escape, but he wouldn't be able to return to the compound. Though the others were now free, they'd no place to go as the entire place was annihilated in a blaze caused by Smith's actions.

Horrified by his actions and the scene thereafter, Smith swore to his brothers in the stars to never again act out of spite, rage, anger or revenge. Even while he may have been justified in the eyes of most, he himself couldn't accept what had happened and what he had become. He would keep his village's spear by his side, always, as a reminder of that day.

Smith would begin to relentlessly travel, seeking out nothing in particular, save for anything which could take his mind off of the past decade. Keeping the weapon always close by made it a moot point. Eventually, he came upon a monestary of peaceful monks who, through diligent training, helped to bring balance to his mind and body. Peace with the past was never something Smith had thought of, but now it was becoming a reality.

With new thoughts and a lighter spirit, Smith was able to travel once more. It was easier now, the weight of his anger lifted from his back. He'd come to adopt a style of peculiar taste, something almost lazy and laid back. It was a mix of traditional clothing of sacred monestaries, such as where he had trained, and an inner-city mentality of, 'fuck it.' The city had also introduced Smith to curious plants which, once set on fire and inhaled, produced euphoric feelings of peace and creativity. This area also brought forth the wonderful world of street performance, of which Smith wojld participate lyrically. Many words and feelings could be channeled from his years as a tribal, and as a slave, making it easier than it would be for most.

Even while some peace as harmony has been attained, there's always an uneasy feeling in Smith's heart. He feels a certain duty to explore and prevent what happened to him, to help those which are the downtrodden. His ways, though, prove to be unconventional and misunderstood by most.

Sample RP (Must be at least 200 words. You may use an old RP from another site for this):

Just look up; that pretty much is a sample RP. Aslo, it's Piccolo, so just anything I've posted on the site so far.
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