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John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith; His name is NOT my name too, though.
Topic Started: Mar 24 2008, 11:29 AM (162 Views)
John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith
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Name: John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith (and TROGDOR BURNINATOR)

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Country: Lascia

Class: Vassal

Liege: Sir Fallon

Chosen Weapon: Longsword of D00M

Appearance:
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John has always considered himself quite a sexy-looking man, failing to realize the true reality. All in all, he's actually quite simple- And, as others would claim, rather ugly. He can't remember the last time he washed himself in any form, due to a combination of time and alcohol. His hair is a dirt-filled blond mess, its original color almost unidentifiable. His face is round and pale, seeming strangely large above a weak, thin, equally pale body. His eyes are rather beady, staring out at the world with a constant, blank stare. His nose is small but pointed, and appearing as if it has once broken and didn't set well- It fits with the disfiguring dent on his forehead, a spot of broken skull.
When it comes to clothing, John dresses in very ordinary, brown leather clothes. He could, technically, afford clothes that look a bit better, but he refuses, due to difficulties he has with Trogdor, that make it hard for him to change clothes. He wears a sort of brace that tries to keep Trogdor from moving at the elbow, but it only limits the creature's movement a bit, and only at one joint.

Personality:
John: John is a rather self-absorbed little peasant, preferring to believe his fantasies of fame and power rather than deal with the realities of life. Because of this, he has few friends, and many prefer to avoid his slightly-insane daydreaming, instead only stopping to taunt him for his name. However, he occasionally will be forced to confront reality and harsh criticism, and in these cases, he becomes depressed, frustrated, and very irritable. Also, due to past brain injury, he now suffers from Alien Hand Syndrome. His left arm, Trogdor Burninator, has a mind of its own.
Trogdor: Trogdor has his name for a reason- He's a pyromaniac, obsessed with lighting fires. He's even stranger than John himself, admittedly, with his odd personality. He's very mischevious, with a painful sense of humor- He loves to slap people, with no regard for John's emotions. He also tends to play other pranks at John's expense, like slapping his host or making obscene gestures at friends or allies of the peasants. But even Trogdor has more friends than John, admittedly, causing him to often become bored with nobody to bother except the same one person.

Biography:
Once, a long time ago, John was a simple man, a farm boy. He told few his middle names, just calling himself "John Smith", and living and working with his parents on a Mareep farm, sheering the sheep-pokemon and selling their wool in the markets. It was an average family, nothing special, and all was well for a long time. He was a picture of normality, despite his daydreaming habits that often got him in trouble with his parents.
But then, when he turned 17, his parents accidently leaked his middle names to a few friends. And rumors breed like Buneary- Soon, everybody knew. And he was taunted for this. Cries of "HEAR COMES JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SMITH!" filled the air every time he went outside, almost the entire village participating, followed by hysterical laughter. John begged for them to stop, but they continued relentlessly, taunting him several times a day. And finally, he could take it no more. One day, after coming home from a particularily loud assault of shouts, he bashed his head against the wall as hard as he could, several times. His parents, out in the field, heard nothing. His skull cracked, a few fragments entering his brain, and he fell to the ground.
By some miraculous twist of fate, John survived. But, as he was soon to discover, not all was the same as before. His left hand, luckily not his dominant one, now had a mind of its own, obeying nobody, a rebel at heart. John's parents gave him a brace for the arm, but it helped very little. John gave the arm a name, too- Trogdor Burninator, after the legendary terrorizer and burninator of peasants worldwide.
At age 21, the difficulties of farmwork were too hard for John, with Trogdor's disobedience. Able to take it no more, he ran from his small village, and headed to Sir Fallon, hoping for any oppurtunity to escape the bullying, and Trogdor's treachery, if that was possible.

RP Sample:
John headed silently towards the building, eyes still giving their same blank stare, hiding the excitement he concealed inside. He might become a vassal, a knight! The thought made him giddy with happiness as he walked along. Trogdor had been tied behind his back with some yarn- It was only temporary, but hopefully it'd last long enough until he finished talking to Fallon. Trogdor was persistant, though, and struggled against the bonds with all his might.
He approached the heavily armed guards, not at all seeming nervous at their site. "Good morning, sirs. I'm sorry to trouble you, but I'd like to see Sir Fallon." He commented, holding his right hand up in a typical gesture to show that he was not armed.
A rather reluctant grunt, and one of the armored men spoke. "Fine, but we're watching you. The mere sight of a weapon in your hands, and we cut your throat, understood?" He growled, furious. "Three minutes, that's all the time you get. Sir Fallon doesn't like having to talk to annoying visitors." He added, making it clear that John was not wanted here, although the peasant ignored the comment.
The guard examined John, making sure he wasn't armed with anything potentially able to cause injury, and slowly walked him along the hall. Slowly, he opened the door, and there was Fallon's office. John took a few tentative steps, the guard right behind him, sword at the ready. And there was Sir Fallon, as stiff in posture and emotionless-seeming as ever, watching the visitor with a steely eye.
John smiled, and quickly went onto one knee, eyes wide. "I...I, John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith of Lascia, wish to swear my fealty to you, Sir Reginald Fallon. All my life I have heard tales of your courage, and wished to be like you, with courage and honor, and your many other wonderful traits. Due to a slight disability, I have only one usable hand, but I assure you that I shall still do my best to help my country." He said, then held his breath, waiting for a response.
...HIS NAME IS MY NAME TOO,
WHENEVER WE GO OUT, THE PEOPLE ALWAYS SHOUT...
Here comes JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SMITH!
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Enrua Lakuy
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o.0;;;;;

I see <.<;;;;

500 Gold pieces....though you need to edit in what type of sword ye be want'n, there's a list in the classes area *is too lazy to double check herself*

Your pokemon choices are:

Hippopotas
Mankey
Spoink

Do the sword thang, gender, nickname, egg moves, you know the drill ^_~
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Yayz. I'll pick the Mankey, make it Male, and name it Furious George. Revenge and Rock Slide for the egg moves.
...HIS NAME IS MY NAME TOO,
WHENEVER WE GO OUT, THE PEOPLE ALWAYS SHOUT...
Here comes JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SMITH!
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