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Description
The original look is back?? Reference where you can actually see his prosthetic more coming eventually oops.
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Stasharooni over here

Name: John Kertesz
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10" | 179cm
Date of Death: Thursday, March 26, 2009
Birthdate: April 28th, 1985
Weapon: Saxophone ( formerly a Revolver )

STATS

Type: ---
STR: ---
DEX: ---
DEF: ---
LINK: ---
Background: From an early age, John had a simple and idealistic vision of his future. He figured he would get a decent office job young, climb the corporate ladder until he could make his fortunes, and then somewhere along the line meet a nice young girl to fall in love with, marry, and have a family.

However, his American dream was squandered faster than expected when he actually made it to the working world. Sure, John got his office job- and sure he did rise above his cruddy entry level busy work all within a relatively quick time range for his age- but that was where everything fell short. Assistant to the Chief Marketing Officer. At the time it had sounded great- a job where John could let his talents shine and show what an asset to the company he truly was.

Instead he was making copy runs- making phonecalls- creating graphs and data plots and all other menial tasks which his boss was taking to pawning off on him now. Despite all of the data he painstakingly compiled and did overtime for on his boss' behalf, he had no voice in any meetings or in the company. No matter the increase in overtime and the more and more questionable errands (I'm supposed to go buy you lunch from this restaurant on the other side of town? Really??) he couldn't find the voice to speak up in protest. He was being walked all over and he knew it. He had been made into his boss' bitch and it made his blood boil.

But if he brought it up, he'd be dismissed by his colleagues, and if he quit, he'd have to start right at the bottom ring of the ladder again.

So he continued his unappreciated work, despite how it ruined his chances at personal relationships due to a lacking time as well as stress. He grew more bitter, but he kept on, after all- if he worked hard enough life had to owe him something, right?

Apparently life didn't owe him shit.

So here he is now.

Personality:
--- being rewritten ---

Strengths:
+Ranged combat
+Devotion to work and ability to follow through on tasks no matter how much he doesn't want to

Weaknesses:
-Up close and hand to hand combat
-Not having the nerve to object/speak up enough to make arguments go his way

Likes:
+ Praise and Recognition
+ History
+ Rugelach
+ Chocolate
+ Coffee
+ Driving
+ Science fiction

Dislikes:
- Factual inaccuracies
- The news
- Politics
- Airplanes
- Being stabbed in the stomach

Extra:
- Not a morning person

UPDATE:
1.1\ \ Angels exist and they have blue hair. What's better than this bros hugging bros no homo.
1.2\ \ Throw a loaded gun across the room. Who gives a shit.
1.3\ \ Breaking and entering is a crime. Yuka pls don't panic it's ok.
1.4\ \ BREAKING AN ENTERING IS A CRIME. We are all criminals. (Met Ying and Yang)
1.5\ \ Lower half of right leg was mangled beyond saving during a fight with a void. Later had leg amputated (at the knee) and got a prosthetic from Ying and Yang. (Met the Master, Creator, Guardian, and Tailor.) Protect Jin and Yuka at all costs??

Roleplay Sample:
Did this guy even have the concept of the word "moderation"? With a sigh, John's gaze went to the stack of incomplete paperwork on his desk, almost hoping the guy would get the point and back off without him saying anything. No suck luck, eh?
"Alright," he said, taking the offered folder that would probably be his only company for an otherwise lonely night tonight. "I've got it covered, Mr. Nelson. This is for the briefing on Wednesday, isn't it?"
Character Release Form
BODY MODIFICATION: Y/N
MUTILATION: Y/N
OUT OF COMMISSION: Y/N

Description
The original look is back?? Reference where you can actually see his prosthetic more coming eventually oops.
---

Stasharooni over here

Name: John Kertesz
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10" | 179cm
Date of Death: Thursday, March 26, 2009
Birthdate: April 28th, 1985
Weapon: Saxophone ( formerly a Revolver )

STATS

Type: ---
STR: ---
DEX: ---
DEF: ---
LINK: ---
Background: From an early age, John had a simple and idealistic vision of his future. He figured he would get a decent office job young, climb the corporate ladder until he could make his fortunes, and then somewhere along the line meet a nice young girl to fall in love with, marry, and have a family.

However, his American dream was squandered faster than expected when he actually made it to the working world. Sure, John got his office job- and sure he did rise above his cruddy entry level busy work all within a relatively quick time range for his age- but that was where everything fell short. Assistant to the Chief Marketing Officer. At the time it had sounded great- a job where John could let his talents shine and show what an asset to the company he truly was.

Instead he was making copy runs- making phonecalls- creating graphs and data plots and all other menial tasks which his boss was taking to pawning off on him now. Despite all of the data he painstakingly compiled and did overtime for on his boss' behalf, he had no voice in any meetings or in the company. No matter the increase in overtime and the more and more questionable errands (I'm supposed to go buy you lunch from this restaurant on the other side of town? Really??) he couldn't find the voice to speak up in protest. He was being walked all over and he knew it. He had been made into his boss' bitch and it made his blood boil.

But if he brought it up, he'd be dismissed by his colleagues, and if he quit, he'd have to start right at the bottom ring of the ladder again.

So he continued his unappreciated work, despite how it ruined his chances at personal relationships due to a lacking time as well as stress. He grew more bitter, but he kept on, after all- if he worked hard enough life had to owe him something, right?

Apparently life didn't owe him shit.

So here he is now.

Personality:
--- being rewritten ---

Strengths:
+Ranged combat
+Devotion to work and ability to follow through on tasks no matter how much he doesn't want to

Weaknesses:
-Up close and hand to hand combat
-Not having the nerve to object/speak up enough to make arguments go his way

Likes:
+ Praise and Recognition
+ History
+ Rugelach
+ Chocolate
+ Coffee
+ Driving
+ Science fiction

Dislikes:
- Factual inaccuracies
- The news
- Politics
- Airplanes
- Being stabbed in the stomach

Extra:
- Not a morning person

UPDATE:
1.1\ \ Angels exist and they have blue hair. What's better than this bros hugging bros no homo.
1.2\ \ Throw a loaded gun across the room. Who gives a shit.
1.3\ \ Breaking and entering is a crime. Yuka pls don't panic it's ok.
1.4\ \ BREAKING AN ENTERING IS A CRIME. We are all criminals. (Met Ying and Yang)
1.5\ \ Lower half of right leg was mangled beyond saving during a fight with a void. Later had leg amputated (at the knee) and got a prosthetic from Ying and Yang. (Met the Master, Creator, Guardian, and Tailor.) Protect Jin and Yuka at all costs??

Roleplay Sample:
Did this guy even have the concept of the word "moderation"? With a sigh, John's gaze went to the stack of incomplete paperwork on his desk, almost hoping the guy would get the point and back off without him saying anything. No suck luck, eh?
"Alright," he said, taking the offered folder that would probably be his only company for an otherwise lonely night tonight. "I've got it covered, Mr. Nelson. This is for the briefing on Wednesday, isn't it?"
Character Release Form
BODY MODIFICATION: Y/N
MUTILATION: Y/N
OUT OF COMMISSION: Y/N