Title: TORRANCE, john daniel
John Daniel Torrance - July 21, 2007 03:45 AM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Sam
age:: 15
experience:: Uhh, around 2 years
other characters here:: None
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: John Daniel Torrance
nickname(s):: Ungoliant (The name that he has gone by in the underground and on missions)
birthdate:: Jan 14 1842
age:: 173
ethnicity:: American
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Vampire
belongs to:: The Meutrier Coven
title:: Meutrier Spy
&&__physical description
height:: 5’11
weight:: 160lb
eye color:: Dark Brown
hair color:: Brown
body type:: Thin
distinguishing marks:: Many scars on his forearm from self-mutilation, and a tattoo of a black spider on his left palm.
dress style:: John usually dresses in black, but will wear anything comfortable. His usual attire consists of a black, rock/metal band shirt, and thin black-leather pants. Though his average clothing is very simple, John is ready to change his clothing in anyway possible when on a mission. So he might be wearing a T-shirt and jeans one moment to blend in, and then change over to a camouflage and tights the next to infiltrate a building.
portrayal:: Hansi Kürsch
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
general description:: John is a very intelligent man and a deep thinker, but will only use his knowledge to either advance the Coven, or to tell people how much he hates the world. Politically, John is a fascist and believes that everyone should be working in one way or the other to help the government. Because of his fascist beliefs, John has a strong respect for anyone who is in a higher rank than him, and will do anything they ask him to. John however, hates everyone, more or less, and will get very edgy when he is around people he does not respect. Never does he have any real reason to be mad, other than that the smallest bit will annoy John to the fullest. Although he suffers from depression, John uses his anger to hide his depressed state around others. However, when he is not mad, John often talks sarcastically and expresses his cruel sense of humor. Because of his constant depression and hatred, John has no real interest in a relationship and prefers to be alone till the day he dies. Also, John has a cannibalistic tendency, and uses it to his advantage out of the battlefield. Often times John would kill his enemy and eat their corpse to strike fear into his foes.
&&__battle royale
artillery:: John owns a large collection of firearms and uses a different weapon to match the mission he is on. His signature gun however, is a pump-action, single barrel shotgun.
swordsmanship:: He always carries around two blades with him, a small hunting knife with a gut, and a Japanese Wakizashi.
martial arts:: Though trained in various styles of martial arts, John does not use a particular style in combat, but instead prefers to mix them all together. Although he uses many street-fighter styled techniques, John’s strikes are based off asian martial arts such as kicking and punching from Muay-Thai and Tae Kwon Do, and grapples from Judo and Aikido; mixing them all into a ‘neo-hapkido’ style.
combat:: John is a excellent hand-to-hand fighter, but strongly prefers to fight with weapons.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Darrell Torrance
mother’s name:: Anesthesia Torrance
sibling’s name:: None.
general history::
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: From another site
As he continued to walk, he noticed another person walk up to him, and when he got a bit closer, Isaiah was able to make out the figure as Delilah and smiled.
”They’re gunna’ fall soon” Isaiah said, referring to her flying pigs comment. ”Yea, it is a bit dark…But what did you expect from a person like me? Sunshine and rainbows? I don’t think so. Lets just both be glad that this has to be one of the most barren, desolate places that ‘I’ have ever come up with…And I have almost no control in this world…” Isaiah replied as he took another look at the castle, his eyes moving from the towers, all the way down to the large wooden doors not too far from them. ”I’m guessing that you came out of there? And since you aren’t hurt, or scared in anyway, I’m just going to assume that it’s relatively safe in there.” he stated as he pointed towards the large doors that were slightly open. Isaiah knew that he would have to go in, and thinking of all the possibilities and all that could go wrong, he hesitated. Then finally, he took a few steps and signaled Delilah to come. ”C’mon. Let’s go”
Sliding through the first and second set of doors, Isaiah found himself in a large room which had held a long dinning table. He was surprised at first; Isaiah had actually been expecting something more…morbid, or just really dangerous. But now seeing that at least one room had been ‘safe’, he calmed himself down and took a look around. The room itself had a very welcoming feeling to it, but something was still off. There were white handkerchiefs that had been placed at every seat, along with many different types of silverwares to go along with it. But there had been no china, and the only other thing that remained on the table had been one candlestick, shaped like an angel that you would find inside a church. The angel had been on its knees and its wings had been snapped off, but held its hands up as if it was offering something. On the angel’s hands, had been one black candle. Pulling out the candle from the angel candlestick, he pulled out his Zippo and flicked the thumbwheel, the fire igniting and catching onto the candle’s wick. Although he held onto the candle with his bare hands, he felt no heat, and the melted wax had felt cold instead of hot.
Isaiah looked around on what to do with the candle, but then found the torches on the walls and walked up to one of them. Picking it up, he felt a call, telling him to light the torch. Holding the torch, he put it over the candle’s flame and held onto it, fire immediately catching onto the torch as he did so. Although the candle was still lit, he put it back onto the angel’s hands and held the torch up high, using it to light up the room.
Circling the room once more with the torch, he found nothing else useful, and ended up on another set of doors on the far corner of the room. The door had been small, and it looked as if it had led into a storage room, but Isaiah knew better. Lifting the torch to light the door, he found a mark on the door that only showed when the torch had been near. He pulled on the doorknob, the door creaking open as if it was ready to break down at any moment. Using the torch to look at where the door had led, Isaiah saw steep stairs that went down. Without hesitating, Isaiah followed the stairs down, the ceiling getting lower and lower as he went further down. After many steps, he landed on the end of the path, and this time there had been a steel door that looked like it had weighed a ton. There had also been a chain around the knob to lock him out…or lock something in. This time, Isaiah took an extra second or two before making a move, thinking if his subconscious would lock this door. Then finally, he pulled on the lock and it popped opened, and he pushed on the door.
The steel door opened and darkness shined through. It had been too dark for him to see with his eyes, and the torch barely helped light up what had been in front of him. On his left and right, there had been a wall, the ceiling was low, and the room was amazingly cold. Then Isaiah knew what this room was. ”Fuck…A labyrinth.” he said to himself loudly, his voice echoing down the path back up, and the path in front of him. The whole place had been very damp and mixed with the darkness and cold, it reminded Isaiah of a cave, and feeling the wall on his left, Isaiah noticed that it was just a rock, and that this maze has been carved out of the ground.
”Fuck!” he yelled out again in fear and anger. For once, Isaiah had actually been afraid of something, and showed it. His voice was slightly broken, his eyes had been focused and his teeth had been clenched. It was at this point that Isaiah had lost almost all hope, and had just wanted to give it all up and head back. It had not been the labyrinth that had scared Isaiah, but knowing that anything could have waited for him out in the darkness. Each wrong turn, or even a right one could have led him to immediate death, and Delilah with him.
member title::|A_{Cruel}_Spider|
name/nickname:: Sam
age:: 15
experience:: Uhh, around 2 years
other characters here:: None
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: John Daniel Torrance
nickname(s):: Ungoliant (The name that he has gone by in the underground and on missions)
birthdate:: Jan 14 1842
age:: 173
ethnicity:: American
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Vampire
belongs to:: The Meutrier Coven
title:: Meutrier Spy
&&__physical description
height:: 5’11
weight:: 160lb
eye color:: Dark Brown
hair color:: Brown
body type:: Thin
distinguishing marks:: Many scars on his forearm from self-mutilation, and a tattoo of a black spider on his left palm.
dress style:: John usually dresses in black, but will wear anything comfortable. His usual attire consists of a black, rock/metal band shirt, and thin black-leather pants. Though his average clothing is very simple, John is ready to change his clothing in anyway possible when on a mission. So he might be wearing a T-shirt and jeans one moment to blend in, and then change over to a camouflage and tights the next to infiltrate a building.
portrayal:: Hansi Kürsch
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
- -Violence
-Corpses
-Classic rock / Metal / Blues Music
-Traveling
-Killing (His enemies only)
-Caffeinated drinks
-Pain
-Anything Morbid
-Fantasy
-Playing music
-Reading up on interesting subjects
-Cannibalism
- -People
-Light
-Drugs / Alcohol
-Warmth
-Edgar Allen Poe / Sad Poetry
-Obsessively happy things
-Religious Missionaries
-The Media / United States Government
-The weak
-Anarchists
- -Swears frequently
-Lets out his anger at random people
-Hates/dislikes almost everyone
-Hurts himself for the fun of it
-Has his own accent
-Is a complete asshole to many people
general description:: John is a very intelligent man and a deep thinker, but will only use his knowledge to either advance the Coven, or to tell people how much he hates the world. Politically, John is a fascist and believes that everyone should be working in one way or the other to help the government. Because of his fascist beliefs, John has a strong respect for anyone who is in a higher rank than him, and will do anything they ask him to. John however, hates everyone, more or less, and will get very edgy when he is around people he does not respect. Never does he have any real reason to be mad, other than that the smallest bit will annoy John to the fullest. Although he suffers from depression, John uses his anger to hide his depressed state around others. However, when he is not mad, John often talks sarcastically and expresses his cruel sense of humor. Because of his constant depression and hatred, John has no real interest in a relationship and prefers to be alone till the day he dies. Also, John has a cannibalistic tendency, and uses it to his advantage out of the battlefield. Often times John would kill his enemy and eat their corpse to strike fear into his foes.
&&__battle royale
artillery:: John owns a large collection of firearms and uses a different weapon to match the mission he is on. His signature gun however, is a pump-action, single barrel shotgun.
swordsmanship:: He always carries around two blades with him, a small hunting knife with a gut, and a Japanese Wakizashi.
martial arts:: Though trained in various styles of martial arts, John does not use a particular style in combat, but instead prefers to mix them all together. Although he uses many street-fighter styled techniques, John’s strikes are based off asian martial arts such as kicking and punching from Muay-Thai and Tae Kwon Do, and grapples from Judo and Aikido; mixing them all into a ‘neo-hapkido’ style.
combat:: John is a excellent hand-to-hand fighter, but strongly prefers to fight with weapons.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Darrell Torrance
mother’s name:: Anesthesia Torrance
sibling’s name:: None.
general history::
- -Born January 14, 1842 to Anesthesia and Darrell Torrance.
-Grew up in a family of hunters and skinners, spending most of his time out in the woods, hunting.
-Darrell Torrance was murdered by his brother out in a hunt with John. John was 16 when the murder happened, and had to drop from his schooling.
-John soon takes over his father’s position as a skinner/hunter and works to support his mother and himself.
-John soon gets married at the age of twenty three to a vampire immigrant named Mary Smith, without knowing it. On the night after the marriage, john gets blooded by his wife.
-After many years of living his life, John and his wife move and live under a different name when they are accused of being witches, due to their young appearance despite their old age.
-John and his wife moved upstate to New York and he takes up a low-wage job lifting cargo in and out of ships.
-Mary dies in a hanging when local police finds her sucking the blood out of a animal. Then John moves once again and goes to Pennsylvania, making just enough money to support his himself as the Great Depression kicked in.
-World War one breaks out and John joins the war, seeking excitement and for his country.
-John fights the war and returns to the United States. He then gets his savings and spends it all to go to California. Once there, he becomes a construction worker, but moves back to New York few years later.
-World War two breaks out, and American joins the fight. John is drafted and placed in France to defend the front. While in France, John discovers a coven of Vampires and joins the Meutrier coven. John stays in France for a bit and continues to fight the war.
-Moves back to the States. There, John goes back to California and is greeted by the new wave of Asian immigrants.
-John gets friendly with the immigrants and soon gets them to teach him some martial arts, and spends most of his time honing his skills.
-After years of practicing, John moves steals money from a local bank, and uses it to move back to Europe, and returns to the Meutrier coven as an excellent fighter.
-John quickly uses his combat skills to gain respect, but still cannot achieve any position due to his lack of schooling when he was younger.
-John once again goes inactive with the coven and spends years focusing on studying and martial arts.
-When he finally caught up with his studies, John jumps around different European countries for two months, changing names and stealing money to pay for tuition at a University in England.
-Once he graduated, John returns to the coven for the third time, and stays. Soon after his return, John earns back his reputation and soon becomes the Meutrier Coven’s spy.
-Currently, John is successfully playing his role as the Coven’s spy.
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: From another site
As he continued to walk, he noticed another person walk up to him, and when he got a bit closer, Isaiah was able to make out the figure as Delilah and smiled.
”They’re gunna’ fall soon” Isaiah said, referring to her flying pigs comment. ”Yea, it is a bit dark…But what did you expect from a person like me? Sunshine and rainbows? I don’t think so. Lets just both be glad that this has to be one of the most barren, desolate places that ‘I’ have ever come up with…And I have almost no control in this world…” Isaiah replied as he took another look at the castle, his eyes moving from the towers, all the way down to the large wooden doors not too far from them. ”I’m guessing that you came out of there? And since you aren’t hurt, or scared in anyway, I’m just going to assume that it’s relatively safe in there.” he stated as he pointed towards the large doors that were slightly open. Isaiah knew that he would have to go in, and thinking of all the possibilities and all that could go wrong, he hesitated. Then finally, he took a few steps and signaled Delilah to come. ”C’mon. Let’s go”
Sliding through the first and second set of doors, Isaiah found himself in a large room which had held a long dinning table. He was surprised at first; Isaiah had actually been expecting something more…morbid, or just really dangerous. But now seeing that at least one room had been ‘safe’, he calmed himself down and took a look around. The room itself had a very welcoming feeling to it, but something was still off. There were white handkerchiefs that had been placed at every seat, along with many different types of silverwares to go along with it. But there had been no china, and the only other thing that remained on the table had been one candlestick, shaped like an angel that you would find inside a church. The angel had been on its knees and its wings had been snapped off, but held its hands up as if it was offering something. On the angel’s hands, had been one black candle. Pulling out the candle from the angel candlestick, he pulled out his Zippo and flicked the thumbwheel, the fire igniting and catching onto the candle’s wick. Although he held onto the candle with his bare hands, he felt no heat, and the melted wax had felt cold instead of hot.
Isaiah looked around on what to do with the candle, but then found the torches on the walls and walked up to one of them. Picking it up, he felt a call, telling him to light the torch. Holding the torch, he put it over the candle’s flame and held onto it, fire immediately catching onto the torch as he did so. Although the candle was still lit, he put it back onto the angel’s hands and held the torch up high, using it to light up the room.
Circling the room once more with the torch, he found nothing else useful, and ended up on another set of doors on the far corner of the room. The door had been small, and it looked as if it had led into a storage room, but Isaiah knew better. Lifting the torch to light the door, he found a mark on the door that only showed when the torch had been near. He pulled on the doorknob, the door creaking open as if it was ready to break down at any moment. Using the torch to look at where the door had led, Isaiah saw steep stairs that went down. Without hesitating, Isaiah followed the stairs down, the ceiling getting lower and lower as he went further down. After many steps, he landed on the end of the path, and this time there had been a steel door that looked like it had weighed a ton. There had also been a chain around the knob to lock him out…or lock something in. This time, Isaiah took an extra second or two before making a move, thinking if his subconscious would lock this door. Then finally, he pulled on the lock and it popped opened, and he pushed on the door.
The steel door opened and darkness shined through. It had been too dark for him to see with his eyes, and the torch barely helped light up what had been in front of him. On his left and right, there had been a wall, the ceiling was low, and the room was amazingly cold. Then Isaiah knew what this room was. ”Fuck…A labyrinth.” he said to himself loudly, his voice echoing down the path back up, and the path in front of him. The whole place had been very damp and mixed with the darkness and cold, it reminded Isaiah of a cave, and feeling the wall on his left, Isaiah noticed that it was just a rock, and that this maze has been carved out of the ground.
”Fuck!” he yelled out again in fear and anger. For once, Isaiah had actually been afraid of something, and showed it. His voice was slightly broken, his eyes had been focused and his teeth had been clenched. It was at this point that Isaiah had lost almost all hope, and had just wanted to give it all up and head back. It had not been the labyrinth that had scared Isaiah, but knowing that anything could have waited for him out in the darkness. Each wrong turn, or even a right one could have led him to immediate death, and Delilah with him.
member title::|A_{Cruel}_Spider|
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