Post by Tyler Jorgensson on Jan 7, 2011 11:53:07 GMT -5
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Your Username: TylerJorgensson
Your Display Name: Tyler Jorgensson
Your Characters: Tyler Jorgensson
Character Profile Information[/u][/size]
Full Name: Tyler Alexander Jorgensson
Alias: None
Alchemist Name: Ghost Bear Alchemist
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 185 lbs
Sex: Male
Appearance: Sandy-brown hair, green eyes, tall but thin looking but built like a fighter. Usually wears military style fatigues, with black boots, hip hoster for pistol and sheath for sword. Twin Bear Alchemic symbols tatooed on hands, scar left side of the face from jawline to eye.
Weapon: Heavy Caliber Assault Pistol
Katana, rumored to be some sort of alchemic amplification device (but proved false during the last war). Has an alchemic smybol engraved on the hilt, which he uses for his specific brand of transmutation.
Character Abilities[/u][/size]
Alchemic Ability: Tyler has a unique way of fighting, but it usually only works in urban areas, or near mining areas. He uses metal, water, and fire to create a steam powered "bear", a hulk of metal that will fight for him. He can only create one at a time, but these metal behemoths are quite powerful.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhYq7dWI3d4&feature=related : 8:00 in combined with www.sarna.net/wiki/images/9/99/Rogue_Bear.jpg (without the missiles or guns of course (just the shape and claws)) Think of them as big walking zombie tanks.)
Physical Fighting Abilities: Tyler is adept at unarmed combat, prefering the ancient form of tae-kwon-do. He is adept at using his sword and his pistol to augment his alchemical skills and his unarmed skills.
Character Background[/u][/size]
Personality: Tyler is what most people would first describe as a loner: doesn't work well with others, hates taking orders, ect. But that's not the truth. The truth is Tyler just prefers company of his own allies, and friends: trusted members who have gotten to know him. He always fights for the people, and does whatever it takes to protect them (that being siad the military often has problems with him).
Likes and Dislikes: Anyone that has a shred of honour he likes: however he abhors traitors and spies and agents of subertufuge.
Birth Place: North City
Current Location: Western HQ
History:
Tyler was born in the harsh Northern part of Amestris. A gifted alchemist at a young age, he spent msot of his childhood being kicked out of schools. At age 18 their was a scufle with some criminals: no one quite knows the details but the end result was Tyler's disapperance and four deaths. He wasn't seen for many years.
Years later Tyler surfaced to take the State Alchemist exam, which he passed and earned his moniker the "Ghost Bear" Alchemist, partially due to his ability to disappear.
Fighting in the war was tough, he lost several comrades, but Tyler has managed to sruvive, making enemies and allies alike.
Considered radical often by members of the military he is given leeway on his own assignments while they figure out what to do with him. Most consider discharge from the military and retirement, but they don't know how he will take it: will he fly into a homicidal rage, or will he collapse with relief. For now the military looks to him a a shock troop commander, or a fanitical defender of the people. It is only right with the treat of new homoculus on the loose they call him to the front lines.
RP Sample:
*Resistance begins crumbling as the Jedi and Loyalist Imperial troops converge on the palace. Imperial troops begin surrendering, upon seeing the wave of allied troops headed towards them. Surprisingly enough the Emperor remains locked in his citadel.*
*Alexander continues to push forward, his troops quickly taking ground left and right. The Towering black monolith before them stands as the last bastion of the Rebel Imperial Forces. The doors, solid blocks of durasteel are no match from a force blast from Alexander and his other Jedi Commanders. The lobby is filled with stormtroopers who open fire, cutting down several Loyalist Troops, but are quickly dispatched by accurate return fire and the slashing blades of the Jedi.*
*Surprisingly enough the turbolifts are still working. Alexander has his men take both the stairwells and the turbolifts. He himself, along with several of his top soldiers enter the first car, as it rockets up towards the Emporer's chamber.*
*Theirs a snap-hiss of a lightsaber being ignited as Alexander steps out of the turbolift. His soldiers fan out behind him, but he beckons them back*
"I had a feeling you'd be here Alexander. You've always had a flare for these kind's of things." *the voice says*
"I never expected you to be the one behind this.....father" *he says removing his helmet. He can see the squad of stormtroopers behind his father, their blasters trained on his own men.*
"Your not my son" *He says launching himself forward in a frontal attack. Alexander parries his initial blow and begins battering away at him. His father rolsl to avoid the blow and smashes into him, their armor crashing together. Alexander stumbles back and brings the pommel of his blade down on his father's back. He stumbles backwards and uses a Force blast to shove him away.*
*Alexander slams into the wall, his armor clanging against the unforgiving obsidian. His father rushes forward twirling his blade in classic Soresu circles, utilizing the offense version of the form. Alexander scrambles out of the way. He can see in the background both groups of troops firing at each other from sheltered positions in the ornate entrance chamber. Alexander dodges his fathers next blow, and sweeps his leg out, forcing the older man to the floor.*
*His father throws another force wave at Alexander and he skids into the other wall. He uses the force to grab his fallen lightsaber, and removes his other one from his belt. Igniting it he drives forward, met by his fathers single blade. Parry, thrust, riposte, the blades of the two combatants are blurs of light, evenly matched superior opponents.*
*Without warning his father disengages from the saber lock, his cape fluttering behind him.*
"I'll see you again....traitor....." *he says gripping the remote held in his other hand. A large explosion tears out the side of the room, where a Shuttle is awaiting . His remaining troops jump aboard, as it rockets away*
"Your the traitor father......." *Alexander says staring at the retreating ship. He looks around and to his amazement most of his troops are merely wounded or knocked unconscious*
*Alexander has his men bash down the door to the next room, while he replaces his helmet. Stepping forward he reignites his lightsaber and steps into the room.*
*Inside he can see dozens of bodies on the floor, from men in Imperial Uniforms to stormtroopers. He can hear the sharp intake of breath from his troops, as they file into the room.*
*Loud cackling laughter is heard, and the troops tighten their grips on their blaster rifles. Alexander steps forward his lightsaber held high*
"They didn't want to listen................they thought I was mad.....insane.....but I proved them wrong now........the Empire is mine.......you shall all submit before my rule..........YOU WILL BOW TO ME!" * Force lighting erupts from the shadows and strikes the first three troops, and they collapse in writhing pain. Alexander uses force push in the general direction of the blast...............and is thrown back as his attack is reflected. Again he slams into the wall. He blacks out for a second and quickly attempts to stand back up*
*Out of the shadows steps the current Emperor, Cristos Fel, last of the Fel Dynasty. Alexander can immediately tell something is terribly wrong. In his one hand he holds a severed head, and in the other a lightsaber, a blood red blade extending from it's hilt. He's wearing black robes, the hood pulled over his head, his yellow and black eyes peeking out.
"You will bow before me or die!"*He unleashes another force blast and charges forward, igniting the second blade from the other side of side saber. Alexander leaps out of the way and nearly skewers himself on the second blade, bringing his own up to meet the twirling arcs or pure energy. His arms are nearly wrenched out of his sockets from the blows, raining down on him from every angle. What was this monstrosity, he wondered*
Your Username: TylerJorgensson
Your Display Name: Tyler Jorgensson
Your Characters: Tyler Jorgensson
Character Profile Information[/u][/size]
Full Name: Tyler Alexander Jorgensson
Alias: None
Alchemist Name: Ghost Bear Alchemist
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 185 lbs
Sex: Male
Appearance: Sandy-brown hair, green eyes, tall but thin looking but built like a fighter. Usually wears military style fatigues, with black boots, hip hoster for pistol and sheath for sword. Twin Bear Alchemic symbols tatooed on hands, scar left side of the face from jawline to eye.
Weapon: Heavy Caliber Assault Pistol
Katana, rumored to be some sort of alchemic amplification device (but proved false during the last war). Has an alchemic smybol engraved on the hilt, which he uses for his specific brand of transmutation.
Character Abilities[/u][/size]
Alchemic Ability: Tyler has a unique way of fighting, but it usually only works in urban areas, or near mining areas. He uses metal, water, and fire to create a steam powered "bear", a hulk of metal that will fight for him. He can only create one at a time, but these metal behemoths are quite powerful.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhYq7dWI3d4&feature=related : 8:00 in combined with www.sarna.net/wiki/images/9/99/Rogue_Bear.jpg (without the missiles or guns of course (just the shape and claws)) Think of them as big walking zombie tanks.)
Physical Fighting Abilities: Tyler is adept at unarmed combat, prefering the ancient form of tae-kwon-do. He is adept at using his sword and his pistol to augment his alchemical skills and his unarmed skills.
Character Background[/u][/size]
Personality: Tyler is what most people would first describe as a loner: doesn't work well with others, hates taking orders, ect. But that's not the truth. The truth is Tyler just prefers company of his own allies, and friends: trusted members who have gotten to know him. He always fights for the people, and does whatever it takes to protect them (that being siad the military often has problems with him).
Likes and Dislikes: Anyone that has a shred of honour he likes: however he abhors traitors and spies and agents of subertufuge.
Birth Place: North City
Current Location: Western HQ
History:
Tyler was born in the harsh Northern part of Amestris. A gifted alchemist at a young age, he spent msot of his childhood being kicked out of schools. At age 18 their was a scufle with some criminals: no one quite knows the details but the end result was Tyler's disapperance and four deaths. He wasn't seen for many years.
Years later Tyler surfaced to take the State Alchemist exam, which he passed and earned his moniker the "Ghost Bear" Alchemist, partially due to his ability to disappear.
Fighting in the war was tough, he lost several comrades, but Tyler has managed to sruvive, making enemies and allies alike.
Considered radical often by members of the military he is given leeway on his own assignments while they figure out what to do with him. Most consider discharge from the military and retirement, but they don't know how he will take it: will he fly into a homicidal rage, or will he collapse with relief. For now the military looks to him a a shock troop commander, or a fanitical defender of the people. It is only right with the treat of new homoculus on the loose they call him to the front lines.
RP Sample:
*Resistance begins crumbling as the Jedi and Loyalist Imperial troops converge on the palace. Imperial troops begin surrendering, upon seeing the wave of allied troops headed towards them. Surprisingly enough the Emperor remains locked in his citadel.*
*Alexander continues to push forward, his troops quickly taking ground left and right. The Towering black monolith before them stands as the last bastion of the Rebel Imperial Forces. The doors, solid blocks of durasteel are no match from a force blast from Alexander and his other Jedi Commanders. The lobby is filled with stormtroopers who open fire, cutting down several Loyalist Troops, but are quickly dispatched by accurate return fire and the slashing blades of the Jedi.*
*Surprisingly enough the turbolifts are still working. Alexander has his men take both the stairwells and the turbolifts. He himself, along with several of his top soldiers enter the first car, as it rockets up towards the Emporer's chamber.*
*Theirs a snap-hiss of a lightsaber being ignited as Alexander steps out of the turbolift. His soldiers fan out behind him, but he beckons them back*
"I had a feeling you'd be here Alexander. You've always had a flare for these kind's of things." *the voice says*
"I never expected you to be the one behind this.....father" *he says removing his helmet. He can see the squad of stormtroopers behind his father, their blasters trained on his own men.*
"Your not my son" *He says launching himself forward in a frontal attack. Alexander parries his initial blow and begins battering away at him. His father rolsl to avoid the blow and smashes into him, their armor crashing together. Alexander stumbles back and brings the pommel of his blade down on his father's back. He stumbles backwards and uses a Force blast to shove him away.*
*Alexander slams into the wall, his armor clanging against the unforgiving obsidian. His father rushes forward twirling his blade in classic Soresu circles, utilizing the offense version of the form. Alexander scrambles out of the way. He can see in the background both groups of troops firing at each other from sheltered positions in the ornate entrance chamber. Alexander dodges his fathers next blow, and sweeps his leg out, forcing the older man to the floor.*
*His father throws another force wave at Alexander and he skids into the other wall. He uses the force to grab his fallen lightsaber, and removes his other one from his belt. Igniting it he drives forward, met by his fathers single blade. Parry, thrust, riposte, the blades of the two combatants are blurs of light, evenly matched superior opponents.*
*Without warning his father disengages from the saber lock, his cape fluttering behind him.*
"I'll see you again....traitor....." *he says gripping the remote held in his other hand. A large explosion tears out the side of the room, where a Shuttle is awaiting . His remaining troops jump aboard, as it rockets away*
"Your the traitor father......." *Alexander says staring at the retreating ship. He looks around and to his amazement most of his troops are merely wounded or knocked unconscious*
*Alexander has his men bash down the door to the next room, while he replaces his helmet. Stepping forward he reignites his lightsaber and steps into the room.*
*Inside he can see dozens of bodies on the floor, from men in Imperial Uniforms to stormtroopers. He can hear the sharp intake of breath from his troops, as they file into the room.*
*Loud cackling laughter is heard, and the troops tighten their grips on their blaster rifles. Alexander steps forward his lightsaber held high*
"They didn't want to listen................they thought I was mad.....insane.....but I proved them wrong now........the Empire is mine.......you shall all submit before my rule..........YOU WILL BOW TO ME!" * Force lighting erupts from the shadows and strikes the first three troops, and they collapse in writhing pain. Alexander uses force push in the general direction of the blast...............and is thrown back as his attack is reflected. Again he slams into the wall. He blacks out for a second and quickly attempts to stand back up*
*Out of the shadows steps the current Emperor, Cristos Fel, last of the Fel Dynasty. Alexander can immediately tell something is terribly wrong. In his one hand he holds a severed head, and in the other a lightsaber, a blood red blade extending from it's hilt. He's wearing black robes, the hood pulled over his head, his yellow and black eyes peeking out.
"You will bow before me or die!"*He unleashes another force blast and charges forward, igniting the second blade from the other side of side saber. Alexander leaps out of the way and nearly skewers himself on the second blade, bringing his own up to meet the twirling arcs or pure energy. His arms are nearly wrenched out of his sockets from the blows, raining down on him from every angle. What was this monstrosity, he wondered*
