Post by jazmodeus on Jun 29, 2005 17:46:44 GMT -5
Name: Zachary Alex Brooks
Player: Jazzy
Nature: Gallant
Demeanor: Dreamer
Concept: Proffesional/Reporter
Primary virtue: Zeal
Creed: Judge
Starting Conviction: 3
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 3
Charisma: 3
Manipulation: 2
Appearance: 2
Perception: 4 (Discerning)
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 4 (Adaptable)
Alertness: 2
Athletics: 1
Awareness: 2
Brawl: 2
Dodge:2
Empathy:3
Expression: 3
Drive: 1
Firearms: 3
Photography: 4 (scenes)
Technology: 2
Academics: 1
Computer: 2
Investigation: 1
Linguistics: 1 (spanish)
BACKGROUNDS
Destiny: 1
Fame: 2 (published photographer, National Geo, Time Mag, etc)
Resources: 3
ADVANTAGES (Edges)
Mercy-Martyrdom (1)
Demand (1)
Zeal-Judgement (2)
Discern (1)
Burden (2)
Virtues:
Mercy: 1
Zeal: 3
Willpower: 7
Conviction: 6
Height:5'11"
Weight: 180lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Age: 25
History:
Zach had a typical childhood...sure his father was a marine, and his mother was also, so he travelled alot, but that aside...it was average. He spent alot of his time in bases in southwest and central America, and so he picked up spanish easily. He was always the one picked on in class, always the loner, but he didn't mind, it suited him. He got a camera for his birthday when he was 12, and never put it down...he was always there to photograph family occasions, special events, and just regular events. When he finally graduated highschool, his parents urged him to join the military, but he decided against it....at first...but when his SAT scores came back, and he learned how much college would cost, he joined up, reluctantly.
He joined the Marines, and was the worst of his group, could barely pass marksmenship, and PT....and he was often assigned to barracks or kitchen duty....though once out of his basic training his true talent shone through...he was just taking pictures of his colleagues during a drill, and the AP go ahold of his photos, thanks to a friend of his, and he was set. He had always had a great sense of place, and his photos were always poignant.
Four years in the service and he mustered out, it was not for him, and he used his stipend to attend Berkeley for a year, and after forcing himself through the classess, about lighting, focus, and composition, he was bored..and left school for his own pursuits. He spent a year just travelling the country, taking pictures, before he got his big break.
While travelling with the Deadheads, he snapped a picture of two dancers revelling, the backdrop the southwest, a century plant in bloom, a crescent moon, and a few saguaro....this photo would catapult him into renown....once he submitted it to a local photography contest, the photo was picked up by the Photographic Journal Magazine...and his future was made. After that, he was hard pressed to even capitalize on all the offers he got...he followed a couple bands across the country for Rolling Stone Magazine...and then hit paydirt...in a pisspoor part of an Idaho town, he snapped a picture of a homeless guy leaning against a building....this picture landed on the cover of Time Magazine, and they pushed him to write an article to accompany it, which he did, and won an award for, which would put him on the map to those that knew photographers and writers.
His imbuement would happen in Mexico...while he was vacationing, sort of....he always took pictures, never went anywhere without his camera, and happened upon a soccer field at dusk...the kids were inspired, they played their hearts out, and he was moved to take a few pictures. When the game was over, and he was putting his gear away, a boy came up to him...Julio Esteban Ramirez...he'd never forget that name...and asked if he could get a copy of the picture for his grandmother...she was ill, and had to miss the game...he agreed, and took down the boys adress, to drop off the photo...and basically forgot about the boy until he developed the photos.
Upon picking up the photos, he remembered the boy, and found the address given to him. He parked his car on the street, and made his way towards the tenemant. The air was heavy that night, and he kept seeing flashes in his periphery, but discounted them at the time, probably just nerves...and he walked towards the apartment...and heard a crash. He saw a man, well, manlike being, leap out of a third story window, and land on the street, and heard Julio yelling out in fright....he didn't know what to do, so he just hid in the shadows....and when this man passed by him, he could tell he was not right. The strange creature noticed him and lashed out, and in defence, he fell back against a bus stop sign....which he proceeded to pull out of the ground and swing...decapitating the attacker. He was at a loss...but heard voices speaking to him...."he was a monster...there are more here....capture them...."
He spent the next month in isolation...unable to even leave his rented apartment...just too afraid...but eventually figured out what he needed to do....the world was a dangerous place, full of things that most people could not, or would not see...and it was his duty to show them. He had since been seeing things that he should not, and can't really explain them, but he's here now, and will do his best to make the people aware of what is going on around them.
Player: Jazzy
Nature: Gallant
Demeanor: Dreamer
Concept: Proffesional/Reporter
Primary virtue: Zeal
Creed: Judge
Starting Conviction: 3
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 3
Charisma: 3
Manipulation: 2
Appearance: 2
Perception: 4 (Discerning)
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 4 (Adaptable)
Alertness: 2
Athletics: 1
Awareness: 2
Brawl: 2
Dodge:2
Empathy:3
Expression: 3
Drive: 1
Firearms: 3
Photography: 4 (scenes)
Technology: 2
Academics: 1
Computer: 2
Investigation: 1
Linguistics: 1 (spanish)
BACKGROUNDS
Destiny: 1
Fame: 2 (published photographer, National Geo, Time Mag, etc)
Resources: 3
ADVANTAGES (Edges)
Mercy-Martyrdom (1)
Demand (1)
Zeal-Judgement (2)
Discern (1)
Burden (2)
Virtues:
Mercy: 1
Zeal: 3
Willpower: 7
Conviction: 6
Height:5'11"
Weight: 180lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Age: 25
History:
Zach had a typical childhood...sure his father was a marine, and his mother was also, so he travelled alot, but that aside...it was average. He spent alot of his time in bases in southwest and central America, and so he picked up spanish easily. He was always the one picked on in class, always the loner, but he didn't mind, it suited him. He got a camera for his birthday when he was 12, and never put it down...he was always there to photograph family occasions, special events, and just regular events. When he finally graduated highschool, his parents urged him to join the military, but he decided against it....at first...but when his SAT scores came back, and he learned how much college would cost, he joined up, reluctantly.
He joined the Marines, and was the worst of his group, could barely pass marksmenship, and PT....and he was often assigned to barracks or kitchen duty....though once out of his basic training his true talent shone through...he was just taking pictures of his colleagues during a drill, and the AP go ahold of his photos, thanks to a friend of his, and he was set. He had always had a great sense of place, and his photos were always poignant.
Four years in the service and he mustered out, it was not for him, and he used his stipend to attend Berkeley for a year, and after forcing himself through the classess, about lighting, focus, and composition, he was bored..and left school for his own pursuits. He spent a year just travelling the country, taking pictures, before he got his big break.
While travelling with the Deadheads, he snapped a picture of two dancers revelling, the backdrop the southwest, a century plant in bloom, a crescent moon, and a few saguaro....this photo would catapult him into renown....once he submitted it to a local photography contest, the photo was picked up by the Photographic Journal Magazine...and his future was made. After that, he was hard pressed to even capitalize on all the offers he got...he followed a couple bands across the country for Rolling Stone Magazine...and then hit paydirt...in a pisspoor part of an Idaho town, he snapped a picture of a homeless guy leaning against a building....this picture landed on the cover of Time Magazine, and they pushed him to write an article to accompany it, which he did, and won an award for, which would put him on the map to those that knew photographers and writers.
His imbuement would happen in Mexico...while he was vacationing, sort of....he always took pictures, never went anywhere without his camera, and happened upon a soccer field at dusk...the kids were inspired, they played their hearts out, and he was moved to take a few pictures. When the game was over, and he was putting his gear away, a boy came up to him...Julio Esteban Ramirez...he'd never forget that name...and asked if he could get a copy of the picture for his grandmother...she was ill, and had to miss the game...he agreed, and took down the boys adress, to drop off the photo...and basically forgot about the boy until he developed the photos.
Upon picking up the photos, he remembered the boy, and found the address given to him. He parked his car on the street, and made his way towards the tenemant. The air was heavy that night, and he kept seeing flashes in his periphery, but discounted them at the time, probably just nerves...and he walked towards the apartment...and heard a crash. He saw a man, well, manlike being, leap out of a third story window, and land on the street, and heard Julio yelling out in fright....he didn't know what to do, so he just hid in the shadows....and when this man passed by him, he could tell he was not right. The strange creature noticed him and lashed out, and in defence, he fell back against a bus stop sign....which he proceeded to pull out of the ground and swing...decapitating the attacker. He was at a loss...but heard voices speaking to him...."he was a monster...there are more here....capture them...."
He spent the next month in isolation...unable to even leave his rented apartment...just too afraid...but eventually figured out what he needed to do....the world was a dangerous place, full of things that most people could not, or would not see...and it was his duty to show them. He had since been seeing things that he should not, and can't really explain them, but he's here now, and will do his best to make the people aware of what is going on around them.