Justinius
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:53 am
Player Name: Justinius
Name: Justinius Locke
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6’ 0”
Weight: 175
Physical Description: Justinius has a plain appearance, one that doesn't strike much attention. He has messy jet black hair and a relatively plain face, the only distinguishing feature would be his deep dark eyes that at times has the ability to intimidate. His body stature is not much to brag about, but he keeps himself fit with a healthy or rather exotic diet at times. Being wealthy, he dresses relatively plain as to not attract much attention.
Possessions: 1000 Bishani
Powers or Strengths:
Schemer: Long and hard survival alone has taught him to think before an act. Over time it has become a habit, to analyze and sometimes over-analyze.
Full of Bishani: Even though Justinius parents passed, whatever they left behind was enough to get him through his lifetime and over, a secret that not many know about except for a few.
Luck of the Devil (Future) – Things somehow go according to plan… For a price.
Weaknesses:
Bent on revenge: There is only one ultimate goal in his life. It is the only thing that fuels him in his life. To seek revenge of the one person that has caused the demise of his parents, though there is still no clue as to who the killer is as of yet.
Hate: There is no love for others, only tolerance. There are no friends, only business associates.
Zero Combat and Magical Abilities: Why bother, when you can hire someone to do it for you? Justinius
Insomnia: Prolonged inability to fall asleep or difficulty falling asleep. due to the fact that every time Justinius sleeps, the same dream would occur. Over time he has built a tolerance towards sleep.
History:
Past: Justinius’ early ages were those of a normal toddler and child as far as he remembers. Living in the residential district of Marn, though not the most lavish in the area, it was a double-story house with electricity supplied. Simply said, they were very well-to-do in the not so prosperous city of Marn. Being the youngest in the family and the only child, needless to say he was loved and cherished, especially by his parents Calvin and Anna Locke. His father, Justinius soon learned, was a merchant by trade, dealing with exotic things, especially artifacts which were found after the Changer’s war. His mother instead was a simple housewife. Taking care of the daily chores of the household, it was always a wonder why she chose to do those things by herself where they could afford to hire maids to get the job done for them.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Event: The recollection of the night, as was retold to a City Guard 7 days later. (Age 13)
It was late, a starless night that hung about with only the moon shining its gloomy light. Rain began to trickle, as the night gradually moved on. It was a pastime of mine then, peeking out from the single window pane of the room, overlooking the front portions of the house. Father comes and goes at these hours of the night, as he usually does; it is the time where he becomes most active for his work.
The night was especially dim that night, along with the rainy weather. it was hard to make out much, apart from the occasional gates swinging open and shut and shadows scurrying to and fro. A few minutes passed, or was it longer... It all happened in a flash, Mother rushed into my room. Seeing that I was awake she hurriedly hid me underneath the bed. Her final words that I would ever hear from her, “Now be a good boy, you hear? No matter what happens… Do not come out and remain still. I will return shortly…” As she hurried out she closed the door behind and locked it.
Moments later the house was in a ruckus. What initially were shouts, turned into screams of anguish… and then there was silence. Total utter silence. Nothing could be heard anymore, no screaming, no shouting, nothing... Then there were footsteps, the sound of the floorboards creaking as someone approached my room. The doorknob was tried, but it didn’t open, then a loud crashing thud was heard as the whole door came crashing down. There stood a figure, undeterminable by the darkness of who it was.
I remained still as was ordered, trying to catch a glimpse if it was Father. Lightning struck once, lighting the room for less than a second… it wasn’t Father. Lightning struck again… An object rolled directly at where I was located, before long I knew what it was. I clutched it hard in my arms, held it tight with my now blood stained hands. From that moment I cried with no tears, wept with no sound… The figure walked away, and was never seen again.
“It would seem like a case of a psycho on the loose, we assure you that we would do everything we can inside our power to bring justice to this criminal."
The City Guard's assurance was sound, but the result showed otherwise.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Current: It has been 7 years since the incident occurred, but the nights never grew any less painful. The battering of nightmares came occasionally, the same dream of the same night that plagues him. Even after all this time, it never ceased… If anything it could only be stronger, more fearsome and worse than before. Details that were forgotten only grew as time passed. The creaking of the floorboard, the screams of anguish… Those were but a few minor details of no consequence, each getting clearer as the years go by… and then there was the face. Its features still blurry in the dark, dim night. But something is certain now, the damned thing that did this upon his family was smiling. An evil, malicious grin that says I’m enjoying every moment of this.
But something was different this time, a feeling that was never there in the dream. A new sensation could be felt, something even grimmer than that of the dream and yet it felt like peace. The dream itself was full of darkness, a nothingness that seems to linger that sends chills down the spine. Suddenly, a flicker could be seen, and by closer inspection it seemed like a flame. Not the usual fiery kind, but that of a purplish gloomy glow. The ones you should think twice before touching… And then it spoke. Not that of a clear voice of a human, or of any other races ever heard, but like lingering whispers.
“Your fear has fed me well, and for that I must thank you.”
A hoarse whispery laugh could be heard as it spoke.
The flame vanished as abruptly as it appeared, as Justinius sat up in a torrent of sweat…
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Justinius survived on alone. Selling collections that his parents had to keep him alive, making huge profits along the way. Over time he grew skilled in the ways of trade, eventually succeeding in the same path as that of his late father. He has kept himself alive for one purpose... to seek revenge. A hopeless wish probably, for after many years there still was not a single clue as to the murderer of his household.
The neighbors shun him as being a cursed child, the City Guards ignore his plea for a further investigation. It was all going into the gutter. Five innocent lives perished that night, all part of his family. In part he blames the psychotic killer, whom until this day is not known. On the other hand, the society, who lacks compassion and justice, selfish only to what serves them well.
Name: Justinius Locke
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6’ 0”
Weight: 175
Physical Description: Justinius has a plain appearance, one that doesn't strike much attention. He has messy jet black hair and a relatively plain face, the only distinguishing feature would be his deep dark eyes that at times has the ability to intimidate. His body stature is not much to brag about, but he keeps himself fit with a healthy or rather exotic diet at times. Being wealthy, he dresses relatively plain as to not attract much attention.
Possessions: 1000 Bishani
Powers or Strengths:
Schemer: Long and hard survival alone has taught him to think before an act. Over time it has become a habit, to analyze and sometimes over-analyze.
Full of Bishani: Even though Justinius parents passed, whatever they left behind was enough to get him through his lifetime and over, a secret that not many know about except for a few.
Luck of the Devil (Future) – Things somehow go according to plan… For a price.
Weaknesses:
Bent on revenge: There is only one ultimate goal in his life. It is the only thing that fuels him in his life. To seek revenge of the one person that has caused the demise of his parents, though there is still no clue as to who the killer is as of yet.
Hate: There is no love for others, only tolerance. There are no friends, only business associates.
Zero Combat and Magical Abilities: Why bother, when you can hire someone to do it for you? Justinius
Insomnia: Prolonged inability to fall asleep or difficulty falling asleep. due to the fact that every time Justinius sleeps, the same dream would occur. Over time he has built a tolerance towards sleep.
History:
Past: Justinius’ early ages were those of a normal toddler and child as far as he remembers. Living in the residential district of Marn, though not the most lavish in the area, it was a double-story house with electricity supplied. Simply said, they were very well-to-do in the not so prosperous city of Marn. Being the youngest in the family and the only child, needless to say he was loved and cherished, especially by his parents Calvin and Anna Locke. His father, Justinius soon learned, was a merchant by trade, dealing with exotic things, especially artifacts which were found after the Changer’s war. His mother instead was a simple housewife. Taking care of the daily chores of the household, it was always a wonder why she chose to do those things by herself where they could afford to hire maids to get the job done for them.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Event: The recollection of the night, as was retold to a City Guard 7 days later. (Age 13)
It was late, a starless night that hung about with only the moon shining its gloomy light. Rain began to trickle, as the night gradually moved on. It was a pastime of mine then, peeking out from the single window pane of the room, overlooking the front portions of the house. Father comes and goes at these hours of the night, as he usually does; it is the time where he becomes most active for his work.
The night was especially dim that night, along with the rainy weather. it was hard to make out much, apart from the occasional gates swinging open and shut and shadows scurrying to and fro. A few minutes passed, or was it longer... It all happened in a flash, Mother rushed into my room. Seeing that I was awake she hurriedly hid me underneath the bed. Her final words that I would ever hear from her, “Now be a good boy, you hear? No matter what happens… Do not come out and remain still. I will return shortly…” As she hurried out she closed the door behind and locked it.
Moments later the house was in a ruckus. What initially were shouts, turned into screams of anguish… and then there was silence. Total utter silence. Nothing could be heard anymore, no screaming, no shouting, nothing... Then there were footsteps, the sound of the floorboards creaking as someone approached my room. The doorknob was tried, but it didn’t open, then a loud crashing thud was heard as the whole door came crashing down. There stood a figure, undeterminable by the darkness of who it was.
I remained still as was ordered, trying to catch a glimpse if it was Father. Lightning struck once, lighting the room for less than a second… it wasn’t Father. Lightning struck again… An object rolled directly at where I was located, before long I knew what it was. I clutched it hard in my arms, held it tight with my now blood stained hands. From that moment I cried with no tears, wept with no sound… The figure walked away, and was never seen again.
“It would seem like a case of a psycho on the loose, we assure you that we would do everything we can inside our power to bring justice to this criminal."
The City Guard's assurance was sound, but the result showed otherwise.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Current: It has been 7 years since the incident occurred, but the nights never grew any less painful. The battering of nightmares came occasionally, the same dream of the same night that plagues him. Even after all this time, it never ceased… If anything it could only be stronger, more fearsome and worse than before. Details that were forgotten only grew as time passed. The creaking of the floorboard, the screams of anguish… Those were but a few minor details of no consequence, each getting clearer as the years go by… and then there was the face. Its features still blurry in the dark, dim night. But something is certain now, the damned thing that did this upon his family was smiling. An evil, malicious grin that says I’m enjoying every moment of this.
But something was different this time, a feeling that was never there in the dream. A new sensation could be felt, something even grimmer than that of the dream and yet it felt like peace. The dream itself was full of darkness, a nothingness that seems to linger that sends chills down the spine. Suddenly, a flicker could be seen, and by closer inspection it seemed like a flame. Not the usual fiery kind, but that of a purplish gloomy glow. The ones you should think twice before touching… And then it spoke. Not that of a clear voice of a human, or of any other races ever heard, but like lingering whispers.
“Your fear has fed me well, and for that I must thank you.”
A hoarse whispery laugh could be heard as it spoke.
The flame vanished as abruptly as it appeared, as Justinius sat up in a torrent of sweat…
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Justinius survived on alone. Selling collections that his parents had to keep him alive, making huge profits along the way. Over time he grew skilled in the ways of trade, eventually succeeding in the same path as that of his late father. He has kept himself alive for one purpose... to seek revenge. A hopeless wish probably, for after many years there still was not a single clue as to the murderer of his household.
The neighbors shun him as being a cursed child, the City Guards ignore his plea for a further investigation. It was all going into the gutter. Five innocent lives perished that night, all part of his family. In part he blames the psychotic killer, whom until this day is not known. On the other hand, the society, who lacks compassion and justice, selfish only to what serves them well.