Post by jonathon on Jul 15, 2009 16:46:14 GMT -6
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Name: Jonathan Knight
Age: 27
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 145lbs
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown with hints of grey from war stress
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: March 23rd 1897
Place of Birth: Whitechapel, London
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: Brother: Alex Knight [Deceased], Sister: Amanda Knight [Undead]
Physical Description:
As with most beat police officers Jonathan maintained himself to a good level of fitness, although the reason for this stemmed from his involvement in World War I. Although he'd hardly come through the war uninjured and bore the scars to prove it, a bayonet scar on both sides of his left shoulder. As well as minor shrapnel scarring to his upper right arm.
Personality:
Jonathan was one of the lucky ones, he came through the war without being crippled by PTSD. Although by 1924 he was only just finally getting used to being around people and more specifically women, he was somewhat reserved but friendly. Hesitant in conversation normally, however shortly after the outbreak began and everything went to hell he reverted to his soldiering nature. Straight to the point and highly defensive of those around him when it came down to fighting, his attitude tested some of those around him as he'd shoot down ideas that made no sense as soon they were fired down.
Medical History:
He was shot repeatedly during the cause of the war but somehow always managed to come through with no lasting gunshot scars or punctured organs.
Caught on the fringe of a grenade explosion in 1915.
Stabbed with a bayonet in the shoulder when the german's charged his trench.
Classification: Police
Sub-Class: British
Occupation: Police Sergeant
Personal History:
Jonathan was born just before the turn of century, his mother was a streetwalker of ill repute. Although he found himself looked after by his older brother and his mother's money, the little his brother managed to get from her when she paused out drunk at the end of a nights work. The pair survived by relying one another and schooled themselves from stolen books. Then by the time their younger sister was born Alex was old enough to find proper work of his own and send his brother to school, his sister following in due course.
His brother worked as an undertaker's assistant, with his brother joining him when he was old enough to be of some use. However war then came, his sister was left with a trusted family friend and the two brother's went off to fight together. They lasted well, relying on one another as they always had. That is until the fatal day a tank fired at their position, the blast throwing Jonathan clear unharmed but completely destroying his brother. Since then Jonathan secretly thought his brother was protecting him for the rest of the war.
Although when he had his first near death experience towards the end of the war he realised that wasn't the case. He then 'adopted' a rather green soldier, Jason Mann, and taught him how to survive, replacing his brother so he had someone to watch his back. Both Jonathan and Jason survived the war and parted ways, Jason going to an asylum and Jonathan returning to London where he was born.
Setting up in London he found himself approached by the police to join them and continue to serve his country, realising he needed work Jonathan accepted the offer. From there he worked his way up Police Sergeant and patrolled the streets he struggled to survive on.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Firearms
Mastered Skills: Survivorman
Superior Skills: Land Navigation
Minor Skills: Explosives
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Smarts
Mastered Abilities: Toughness
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Strength
Sample Post:
It had happened so fast, one moment Jonathan was arresting a murderer and the next the murderer was eating the officer given the arrest. It was a small blessing that it hadn't been Jonathan himself, still with a cry of outrage Jonathan had opened fire on the stinking murderer. Emptying his weapon into it and only by luck managing to get a headshot, still the thought lodged in his mind. A headshot, that was the way to deal with them or at least take out their knees and slow them down.
Shaking he left the dead officer and the dead corpse, rushing to the police station to find a war going on inside more of the stinking murderers there. What was this? A slaughterhouse run by murderers? It was the only thing that explained the smell of death, still he knew the police station wouldn't last long under the onslaught. He could hear more outside and he'd seen them as well on his way in, hauling off murderers where he could and throwing them aside to save other officers he made his way to the stores.
Getting there he found the stores officer dead and cursing he loaded up his arms with two cases of ammo. Moving out of the room towards the break room to retrieve his kitbag, though not before the stores officer seemingly returned to life. Although he had the smell of the dead to him, a smell all too familiar to Jonathan. Realising then that these murderers were in fact undead he rushed to throw the ammo in his kitbag, then he ran out of the back in search of a still safe police station.
Name: Jonathan Knight
Age: 27
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 145lbs
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown with hints of grey from war stress
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: March 23rd 1897
Place of Birth: Whitechapel, London
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: Brother: Alex Knight [Deceased], Sister: Amanda Knight [Undead]
Physical Description:
As with most beat police officers Jonathan maintained himself to a good level of fitness, although the reason for this stemmed from his involvement in World War I. Although he'd hardly come through the war uninjured and bore the scars to prove it, a bayonet scar on both sides of his left shoulder. As well as minor shrapnel scarring to his upper right arm.
Personality:
Jonathan was one of the lucky ones, he came through the war without being crippled by PTSD. Although by 1924 he was only just finally getting used to being around people and more specifically women, he was somewhat reserved but friendly. Hesitant in conversation normally, however shortly after the outbreak began and everything went to hell he reverted to his soldiering nature. Straight to the point and highly defensive of those around him when it came down to fighting, his attitude tested some of those around him as he'd shoot down ideas that made no sense as soon they were fired down.
Medical History:
He was shot repeatedly during the cause of the war but somehow always managed to come through with no lasting gunshot scars or punctured organs.
Caught on the fringe of a grenade explosion in 1915.
Stabbed with a bayonet in the shoulder when the german's charged his trench.
Classification: Police
Sub-Class: British
Occupation: Police Sergeant
Personal History:
Jonathan was born just before the turn of century, his mother was a streetwalker of ill repute. Although he found himself looked after by his older brother and his mother's money, the little his brother managed to get from her when she paused out drunk at the end of a nights work. The pair survived by relying one another and schooled themselves from stolen books. Then by the time their younger sister was born Alex was old enough to find proper work of his own and send his brother to school, his sister following in due course.
His brother worked as an undertaker's assistant, with his brother joining him when he was old enough to be of some use. However war then came, his sister was left with a trusted family friend and the two brother's went off to fight together. They lasted well, relying on one another as they always had. That is until the fatal day a tank fired at their position, the blast throwing Jonathan clear unharmed but completely destroying his brother. Since then Jonathan secretly thought his brother was protecting him for the rest of the war.
Although when he had his first near death experience towards the end of the war he realised that wasn't the case. He then 'adopted' a rather green soldier, Jason Mann, and taught him how to survive, replacing his brother so he had someone to watch his back. Both Jonathan and Jason survived the war and parted ways, Jason going to an asylum and Jonathan returning to London where he was born.
Setting up in London he found himself approached by the police to join them and continue to serve his country, realising he needed work Jonathan accepted the offer. From there he worked his way up Police Sergeant and patrolled the streets he struggled to survive on.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Firearms
Mastered Skills: Survivorman
Superior Skills: Land Navigation
Minor Skills: Explosives
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Smarts
Mastered Abilities: Toughness
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Strength
Sample Post:
It had happened so fast, one moment Jonathan was arresting a murderer and the next the murderer was eating the officer given the arrest. It was a small blessing that it hadn't been Jonathan himself, still with a cry of outrage Jonathan had opened fire on the stinking murderer. Emptying his weapon into it and only by luck managing to get a headshot, still the thought lodged in his mind. A headshot, that was the way to deal with them or at least take out their knees and slow them down.
Shaking he left the dead officer and the dead corpse, rushing to the police station to find a war going on inside more of the stinking murderers there. What was this? A slaughterhouse run by murderers? It was the only thing that explained the smell of death, still he knew the police station wouldn't last long under the onslaught. He could hear more outside and he'd seen them as well on his way in, hauling off murderers where he could and throwing them aside to save other officers he made his way to the stores.
Getting there he found the stores officer dead and cursing he loaded up his arms with two cases of ammo. Moving out of the room towards the break room to retrieve his kitbag, though not before the stores officer seemingly returned to life. Although he had the smell of the dead to him, a smell all too familiar to Jonathan. Realising then that these murderers were in fact undead he rushed to throw the ammo in his kitbag, then he ran out of the back in search of a still safe police station.
