[b][Name][/b]

Jonathan McKenna

[b][Class][/b]

Soldier

[b][Age][/b]

20

[b][Gender][/b]

Male

[b][Background][/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

Jonathan is both a realist and a pessimist, years of bad luck and personal suffering have caused him to become ferociously dependent, craving the desire of safety, craving the desire to be loved, he is affectionate, loving and selfless, seeing himself as a maggot, a pest and a piece of dirt, he would gladly give his life for someone else, despite him greatly fearing the thought of dying. Despite his selfless attitude, Jonathan can be a control freak and rather demanding, fearful of being forgotten, fearful of being left behind, Jonathan tries for force scenarios to go a certain way, to aid him at times, unknowingly by himself, Jonathan deep down is a coward, and weak, and possesses a mass amount of self-loathing. 

[b]Appearance:[/b]

Standing at six feet and two inches tall, Jonathan is physically athletic but rather plump in appearance, a caucasian skintoned male having a set of long incredibly dark brown hair that reaches down his back, however tied near the back of the head into a ponytail, the hair is swept back neatly as a result. He also possesses a patch of hair reminiscent to that of a soul patch upon his chin. Despite his age, his facial features are reminiscent of that of a 15 year old, with less serious, innocent light blue eyes with his outfit consisting of a long sleeve pure white cotton shirt, with steel armour plating, a brown belt tied around his waist and a pair of armored steel leggings and boots. He also wears a fake silver necklace, a silver pendent attached.

[b]Biography:[/b]

Jonathan grew up in a rather bustling and overcrowded city, a happy and optimistic young lad, possessing a slight learning disability when he was younger, however due to this minor setback, others would treat him differently, as he grew up, he found out that, he had no talent, no skills, no reason to exist, to top it off, as he grew up, the friends who he met over the course of many of his childhood years merely abused their relationship with him, living and being forced to manual labor almost broke the child, from his weakness, and the only allies he ever had took advantage of his pain, his emotions and his suffering, and played him like a fool. 

As such, the child was sexually abused, kicked, beaten and forced into servitude for entertainment by richer families, which is own family could do nothing about, enslaved practically under those families as well, and for years he was emotionally and physically tortured. Between the ages of six and fifteen, they didn't see a human who was weeping and crying, just a broken toy who wouldn't entertain their narcissistic desires. 

The child was also forced to fight for them, forced to hunt for their food, and forced to assist their forces to fight other noble families, all for entertainment of course, this helped to strengthen his bludgeoning arm... Something they would soon regret.

He however had one reason to continue living, there was another servant in their services who cared for his safety... however this friend had crushed the joy within his heart, the only one he could call his best friend didn't really care about what he felt or the struggles he has experienced, and merely abused his weakness to find ways for the masters to torture him further. He didn't even care, and turned his back on the weeping depressed male, punishing him to a life of true loneliness... 

The event pushed him over the edge, and Jonathan while their back was turned, used a smithing hammer, and proceeded to slaughter his abusers one by one, four deaths. It didn't take long before he was relinquished of his weapon, beaten by guardsman and locked away. Luckily for him however, one had witnessed his mass rampage, a member of the Sunlight Lance... And his life was changed forever.

He would have been sentenced to the gallows to hang, but, through careful negotiations, the member of the Sunlight Lance, in exchange for his life, brought him into their ranks forever. Forced into the vampire hunting guild of the Sunlight Lance, Jonathan pondered if it was a blessing... or a curse. The Sunlight Lance were intrigued by his ferocious tenacity, and his skills when under stress, and sought to train him, and train they did. Jonathan felt more... at peace. For the next five years, he lived with the sunlight lance. Lived and felt like he was part of a true family. Though his own personal feelings about himself, never really changed, though his prowess in bludgeoning tools certainly improved, as did his desire to survive... He had no choice but to move on.

[b][Skills][/b]

A: 
B: Vigour
C:  Armor
D: Weapon Proficiency (maces and hammers), Reflex, Awareness
E: Athletics, Discipline, 
( Upgraded vigor - C to B, Armor - D to C, Awareness  - E to D)

[b][Equipment][/b]

War Hammer (Weapon D)
Medium Shield (Armor D)
Heavy Armor (Armor B)
Arquebus (10 shots)
Painkiller (x4)
Rumelian Ale (x2)
Grenade (x2)