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Jabberwocky Vundal
Topic Started: Apr 10 2008, 07:23 PM (181 Views)
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[size=1]Name: Jabberwocky “Wocky” Vundal
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Country: Lascia
Class: Vigilante
Starting Town: Forest of Ae (actual forest, if ye please ^^)
Chosen Weapon: Metal Staff
Appearance: Rather diminutive, and not at all threatening at first appearances, Wocky would best be described as ‘cat-like’.

His eyes are enormous, staring yellow, and it is surprising that he doesn’t have slits for pupils. Instead, they are wide and jet-black, giving him a somewhat staring, albeit innocent, look. His eyebrows are usually arched up high, a Cheshire smile upon his pale-skinned face, beaming and deliberately showing innocence. His expression is almost like that of a kitten told it just ruined the curtain—of course he didn’t do it…

His hair falls in messy tufts of grayish hue, near the tips of it ringed with slim bands of deep, vibrant purple. It somewhat tufts up at the top, then his bangs fall thickly over his forehead and slightly over his wide, peering eyes. The back of it is messy and unruly and falls to the base of his neck, where the tips trail off into messy clumps that stick off around his neck and curl over either sides of his neck.

He is rather pale-skinned overall, and his hands are small, with palms calloused from wielding his staff when the situation demands for it. Usually, though, his hands are covered by heavy black gloves that cover his forearms to his elbows. He wears a dark shirt with puffy sleeves tucked slightly into his long gloves. His shirt is ringed with a single band of violet around the torso, and that band is striped with white. His breeches are a dark black, and his boots are high to his knees, with pure white laces. There is light, protective mesh underneath the entirety of his outfit. There is a strap of brown leather diagonally from his shoulders to waist, and it carries his staff traditionally across his slim shoulders.

He is rather slimly built, but he is strong with corded muscles under his pale, ‘delicate’ flesh. Never let appearances fool you. Young he may be, but inexperienced he is not.

Personality: A quirky, rather unpredictable young boy, Wocky’s actions cannot be predicted or even figured out when he carries them through.

When you first see him, you would think “ah, what an innocent young boy. I wonder what he is doing out here in this wilderness?” Of course you would, with his wide-eyed, innocent stare and unassuming smile. He projects nothing suspicious about the way he acts, but…there is something strange about him.

He is a master at riddles, at tricks and slight-of-hand, so much so that you’d say it was actual magic (though, of course, it isn’t, magic being so rare these days). He can weave a story so well it can send your head reeling, and he makes incredibly complicated riddles. He enjoys having someone around who can match him in wits and intelligence—for, despite his attitude and all his traits, Jabberwocky is a surprisingly ingenious individual, and his mastery with words is flabbergasting.

Inside his head, he has created his own world, and only those who he truly likes are allowed the honor of entering it. It is his own realm, his mind, a safe place where he retreats when things are looking unsavory. There, monsters lurk, and though he enjoys his imaginings, to the normal person, they are horrific and terrifying. Jabberwocky would disturb others with his way of thinking, of the monster that nestles deep in the corners of his mind.

On the outside, he is cheery and amiable, even a bit naïve in the way he looks at the world. But, he has an unnerving mastery with his weapon, the staff. The staff itself is to his shoulders, and he keeps it across his shoulders. The staff is pure metal, scarred in some places, but is unsurprisingly resilient and even somewhat eerie in the power that’s contained in it. Jabberwocky enjoys being good with his weapon, he likes knowing that he can fend for himself, and doesn’t need anyone to take care of him.

He does like being around others, though, which is most of the reason why he journeys, as well as to keep himself alive. He does not hesitate to resort to violence, when he feels threatened, and is much like a cat in that respect. He’s quite flighty, in that he’s been taught to care for himself rather than rely on others, and will abandon someone if they will be a threat to his life. He doesn’t mean to be mean—it’s just how he was raised.

He also has quite a like for gold, as well as anything that glimmers.

Biography: (Told from Wocky’s point-of-view)
Mama and Papa raised me to be resourceful. Mama always said ‘don’t rely on others, only rely on yourself’ while Papa said ‘never hesitate to kill, son, if the situation requires it’. Of course, they were dead by the time I was nine. Papa was an outlaw, and Mama was his accomplice. I never thought of myself that evil because as I grew up I was always entertaining my four little sisters with my stories, my rhymes and my riddles. As well as my tricks, which I made up, I’m quite proud to say!

Anyway! Mama and Papa died when they were caught by soldiers and killed when they were trying to steal gold from a rather rich, prestigious family. I was left with my sisters, and…well, needless to say, they didn’t survive long. In this world, it’s kill or be killed, so I had to leave them in order to make sure I stayed alive. I couldn’t spend my whole life caring for them. Cruel? Nope! It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and when you’re a vigilante (not an outlaw, because I didn’t want to earn money by stealing like a petty thief) you learn pretty quick to rely on yourself.

I was named Jabberwocky. For some reason Mama liked funny names, and Papa shortened it to just ‘Wocky’. But I always introduced myself as ‘Wocky’ when I came to towns. I made my living doing whatever I could—I started off with errands for others for food and a place to sleep for the night. It was during my stay in Gaili that I got my staff from a man’s cold fingers. He had tried to kill me—thought the fat purse on my belt looked inviting (there was just a leftover roll in it, in all actuality) and tried to kill me. I managed to land an uppercut to his jaw and smothered him with my sleeves. Papa taught me well, after all, with fighting maneuvers. I took his nifty metal staff, thought I’d use it to defend myself in the future.

I was about…eleven at the time? Well, by three years later (those years spent doing errands and duties for those who could pay the fee) I had learned how to use the heavy staff fairly well. Of course, outlaws and pickpockets still tried to steal from me, but a few whacks and they were sent away whimpering. Then, to my ears came the news! War was on the horizon. Well, at least disagreements, but leading into war.

I was a vigilante, living for myself but…what would I have to live for if everything was gone?

Let us see what I can do.


(end point of view)


Jabberwocky didn't know what he was looking for by doing this. He had lived his whole life just fighting to survive, however short his life had been and may end up being in the future. However, perhaps, there was something more he could do.

Or at least, he thought so.

At the very least, he could turn a profit.

RP Sample: The boy was walking jovially down a dirty pathway. His metal staff gleamed eerily in its placement across his slim shoulders, his heavy black gloves tucked casually behind his back and clasped in an entirely innocent pose. His eyes seemed to shine as he saw something sparkle on the pathway nearby and moved towards it, leaning his upper body over slightly to look down at the shiny object. A pretty coin glinted back up at him, and Jabberwocky smiled and leaned over, scooping it about and tossing it about in his hand.

A soft noise in the brush piqued his curiosity and he slid his slim body through a growth of brambles and thorns into a slight clearing. His eyes roved about, still tossing the coin idly, and he became aware of the eyes focused on him. A glance upwards, and he locked eyes with a dark Murkrow, its beak parting slightly as it cawed, greedy eyes focusing on the coin between his fingers.

“What, this?” Jabberwocky asked it jovially, lifting up the coin rather invitingly. The Murkrow unfolded its wings, flapped a few times, before swooping towards the coin with a cackling noise of “krow”. The boy, like a cat, ducked out of the way and giggled, moving towards the tree it had abandoned and ascending its branches.

“Ah, as I thought…”

His eyes looked down into the nest, and his fingers pulled out a small bag tied with a twinkling golden string. Obviously the possession of some hapless traveler who had lost to the Pokémon. “What’s wrong?” he called to the Murkrow, which had landed on the tree opposite the one he was perched on, a smoldering expression on its dark face. “Do you not want this?” He shook the bag for emphasis and it squawked angrily. Jabberwocky tittered and pulled the shiny string from the bag and tucked it back into the nest, along with the golden coin he had found.

The Murkrow squawked agreeably as he took the little brown sack with him, dull in color and apparently of no interest to it. As he landed on the ground, the bird Pokémon eyed him before flapping to its nest, hunching over its sparkling possessions protectively. The boy smiled and laughed.

“Do not worry—I don’t want your string.” With an amused titter, he plodded back to the dirty road. His fingers gently slipped the mouth of the bag open and he peered inside curiously.
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Whoa, I'm very much impressed! A good bio all around, and written really engagingly too! A fun read! For it, you've earned 550 Gold pieces of starting money and one of the following Pokemon!

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[size=1]Ooh, hard choices. But...I think I'll have to go with Meowth, a male, and nicknamed Cheshire. And the egg moves shall be...hypnosis and assist.[/size]
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