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Strange New Waters - Concluded

Doctor Jonathan Baynard

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Jonathan Baynard

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Character Summary

Full Name: Jonathan Edward Baynard
Aliases: Doc or Jon.
Age: 27
Birthday: Feb-12th, 1692
Nationality: British
Birth Place: Barnes, Surrey
Affiliations: The London Royal College of Physicians
Gender:Male
Education:
Tutored by his grandfather Edward Baynard, he later followed in his steps by going to university and getting his MD.
Social Class: Upper Middle Class
Occupation: Physician
Languages: English and Latin

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Appearance

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Fair/lean
Eyes: Light green
Hair: Brown, mid length, pushed back, slightly messy.
Skin Tone: Light.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None, he has smooth clean skin.
Personal Style: Still considering himself a proper man, Jonathan likes to try distinguish himself from the other pirates by keeping his clothing as neat and clean as possible and his facial hair somewhat maintained.
Without going too elaborate he tries to remain respectable and formal. He is happy with a nice jacket, stylish vest, fitted shirt and full length pants. Some firm leather boots are always a must.

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Psychology

Committed * Arrogant * Courageous * Stubborn * Creative * Opinionated

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status:Married and was expecting a child.
Personality:
John Baynard comes from a lateral logical world of simple cause and effect. Everything happens for a reason and that which he cannot explain he leaves to his faith and in the hands of God. This had served him well in his professional career of medical diagnostics and treatment. He had proudly excelled at his studies where he began to realise he was quite smarter than the others. While somewhat lacking in social graces, his confidence, stature and reputable name made up for it.

He is a patient man capable of breaking problems down in his head and methodically sorting through it. A heavy thinker he rarely acts too rashly.
Committed to what ever he starts he will see it through to the end. Never content with being basic in skill or knowledge on a subject that he has given time, he will allocate his full devotion to it and seek it to understand it to its depths.

Life would be simple if it were only this way, but it's not. In moments of silence or stillness and in his dreams he romanticises about love and literature. Religion and philosophy. Those subjects of which there is no true answer. He dreams of the intangible that he could no sooner explain than control. That is his connection to the arts of literature.

As a boy he has always pushed and challenged himself. Believing to be an orphan raised in high society, he is thankful everyday and tried to prove himself / earn it.

Habits:
Nightly prayers.
Rolling his eyes.
Biting his fist when thinking.
Hobbies:
Literature
Chess
Fears:

• Snakes
• Heights
• Hell
• Never meeting his child

Likes:

• Fishing
• Chess
• Rowing
• Poetry
• Cooking
• Children

Dislikes:

• Rum (drunkenness)
• Orphanages
• Suffering
• Gambling
• Sacrilege
• Liars
• Pirates

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General World Skills:

• Reading/Writing English.
• Composure
• Concentration
• Cooking
• Deduction
• Memorization
• Perception
• Science (Biological)
• Science (Chemistry/Physics)

Combat Skills:

• Diving
• Swimming
• Bare knuckle boxing
• Horse riding

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Fine travelling attire. Sturdy leather boots, nice coat and jacket.
• Wallet - Since been emptied.
• Expensive wedding ring - hidden in parchment and tucked in a pocket.
• Surgeons knife - just in case.

Quarters:

• Nice spare formal clothes
• Mixed book of poetry. Tattered, torn and old with additional pages added in, it's a family heirloom of favourites including those written by her mother and grandfather.
• A few books of science and philosophy that he happened to be studying at the time of his capture.
• A bible.
• His doctors casefilled with tools.
• Parchment
• Quill and Ink
• Letter from his wife
• Letter to his wife
• Signet ring
• Surgeons apron and mask

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History

Family History:
Mother: Anne Baynard-Deceased. Never met.
A British natural philosopher and model of piety.
Died of natural causes.

Father: Name Unknown.
Never met.
An Irish drunk and criminal. Probably dead.
Was in Anne's life for one passing night. Seemingly a soul to save he turned out to be rotten all the way through. Forcing himself on her and scaring her for life.

Grandfather:Edward Baynard Raised Jonathan after adopting him from the orphanage, soon after Annes death.
An English physician and poet.
Still alive and in London living in Ludgate hill.

Behind Your Name: Jonathan's first name was given to him by his grandfather when he was put up for adoption. An on the spot name probably conceived due to his recent dealing with a Sir Jon Floyer.
It wasn't until Jon was adopted did he get given his rightful family name. Still he thinks it an act of kindness that he forever holds dear.

History:
Conceived without love or permission. Jon's mother, Anne Baynard, was forced to hide her unwanted pregnancy out of shame and fear of the ramifications it would have on her status and families reputation.
While no easy choice, the trauma of that one night caused by a drunken forceful Irish man, proved too much for her. Jonathan was abandoned to an orphanage shortly after his birth. Until the age of 6 he grew up with many other loveless children in a cold strict environment where he learnt to be silent, obedient and God fearing.
Shortly after his sixth birthday his unknown mother passed away and his grandfather, consoling in his loss, came in to anonymously adopt his lost grandson. Jon still doesn't know they are actually family.

Jonathan was put into schooling and in return spent his spare time helping Edward around the house and occasionally joining him on his daily duties. Edward was a kind and caring foster parent. To this day Jonathan still considers himself blessed for being given such a kind parent figure. Edward taught Jonathan much, and Jonathan drank it in like an eager sponge. Life was good.

Jonathan went to school and studied hard. He never knew of the restrictions or perils of poverty, but he was raised well. Jonathan was compassionate, generous and charitable. Much like his mother. After basic schooling he followed in Edwards footsteps and became a licensed physician. During his young adult years he only held a few strong friendships that could withstand his often rash pleasantries and blunt honesty.

Of those people one of them was Sarah. A life long friend from a social level a few rungs below himself. That didn't matter. They were in love. Committed to one another they tied the knot and Jonathan got married. They had just began trying for a child when Jonathan left to embark on a trip to the Netherlands to visit the university of Leiden on behalf of Edward who had graduated there many years ago.

Jonathan would never made it to his destination though. Having opted for speed over safety, with an urgency to return home, he ended up on a ship that fell victim to piracy on his way to the Netherlands.

He still remembers that day vividly. His actions and decisions haunt him in his sleep. In the end only one person died out of a whole ship of twenty eight. Twenty six people carried on their journey, a bit shaken but alright. They even managed to hold onto their dignity and some of their belongings. Jonathan Baynard was not one of them. Twenty seven lives with goods valued at fifteen more, Jon had a debt of forty two sea faring souls to save before he would be set free.

He had traded his services for the lives of the others. Now he works somewhat willingly upon the vessel saving the very people who were ready to kill him. It was at a port in Spain that he and much of the crew were transferred across to a larger ship. From there they went further south as did his hopes of going home. They were attacked by a navy vessel and forced to flee.
While the altercation gave Jon much opportunity to recover his debt, their destination became clear.
Jonathan was going to the Caribbean.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Common sense is the best distributed commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it."

"Crooked things may be as stiff and unflexible as straight: and men may be as positive in error as in truth."

"To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction"

"Man was born free, and everywhere he is in chains."

Accent: British
Theme Song: Wrong side of heaven-Five Finger Death Punch.
Anything Else: Howell Davis Dorian Radshaw-first day at work

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_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Dr Baynard's private journal.

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The Notebook

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Millicent Clarke ☯
"Indesputibly a beautiful woman by many standards. It is no surprise that in her profession, with the looks and cunning she possesses, that she has raised to new heights of social grace. However I am left curious and questioning if that has been her only instrument in attaining her current position.
I wonder how far she would go to attain that wich she desires. My continued thoughts of her are purely of a righteous concerned nature. From the unusual injuries she attained, not only do I fear for her safety but also for those that cross her."

Relation Details:
Their paths first crossed at Jonathan's practice, late one stormy night long after he had closed shop. It was only coincidence he was still there. She had come in presenting some seriously threatening injuries. Presumably a lady of the night, seemingly with some wealthy benefactors, if not somewhat sadistic. But that was not uncommon of the upperclass to think they could buy and build poor whores and treat them as they like.

In his mind he silently whispered the Lord's Prayer, asking for the strength to treat this lovely woman without infection of carnal desires, to be able to touch her flesh with only the purest of thought and intentions, for the focus of his eyes to find only need and not the curves of her body.

With a solem sympathy and professionalism he treated and even talked to her, but when he questioned the nature of her injury he was met by an unnervingly calm and casually cold threat.
It perplexed him, for he had had his fair share of idle threats and violent disgruntled patients but she seemed far different. Dismissing it as dark humor for she seemed far to sweet to be serious, he still pried no further. Wanting to believe in his thoughts he gave her no opportunity to prove him wrong. The rest of his work was carried out in silence.

She left him with a faint chill in his spine and a worry in his heart for her future. Hopefully she could find some better company.

The next time they met Jonathon could not be sure it was her. It was an upperclass function some weeks after their first encounter. She looked vastly different dressed all prim and proper for the occasion. He thought little of it untill the the following day when the man she had escorted, a regular patient of Jon's, turned up dead.
The cause was unclear but Jon knew him to be a man of good health.
With suspicions high he sought to question the woman but he was never to see her again.

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• Personal entries

  Is a sacrifice still righteous if after the moment of decision the conviction of ones actions are lost?
  
  It has been many days now since I was first taken captive and put into servitude. My count of passing moons has since been lost to the drudging torment awaiting at every turn.
  
  My hollow aching stomach turns with the sea. The presence of fever constantly lingers, not aided by the fact my clothes feel to be perpetually wet.
  I endure by giving as little of myself as possible, by just scraping by. By focusing on work when it presents itself, by imagining my rescue.
  
  At first I waited longingly to see a naval fleet on the distant horizon. The fruition and concomitant events that followed the safe arrival of all those who made the trip that I did not. An end to this humiliation, degradation and torture.
  
  But alas it has since been established, despite my first understandings and heaviest prayers, that I may most likely not see the shores of precious England again anytime soon, if ever.
  
  Realisation has now set upon me. It struck me in the heart like a diseased arrow carrying the truth of the matter. No longer does delusion hold with me the weight of the situation but I bare it all solely on my shoulders. The comfort of hope that once surrounded me has now died... And with it I fear a piece of my soul.
  
  I unwillingly overheard conversing regarding my worth, as if I am just some commodity to be traded. Most of the crew grows restless and seems eager to be done with this ship. As for my future, I no longer know what it may hold.
  
  I've come to realise that these ill-spoken simpletons lack any semblance of empathy or compassion.
  Void of empathy one has no reason for manners or other pleasantries. Mustered only in situations to suit primal desires, it is but a facade for these hollow empty godless vessels. Fallen so far from grace have they, their minds are corrupted beyond their own realisation.
  I now understand why the sea cries out in rage.
  
  For the first time ever I can not even say with confident certainty that my life rests in gods hands. For I fear that here in theses hellish waters, even God would not risk tarnishing his flesh with the filth that...
  No I cannot lose faith now.
  May god watch over me.

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Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Morose all those little bits should be complete on mine.
The only thing that might change is the image if I can find a better one.

Pokemon: New World

Vivian

Greenhaven

39

Vivian had been at the cave-in for hours now. It was still early morning but she and her Pokemon had already been working hard on moving the rubble tirelessly the whole time.
Vivian swung her heavy pick axe again and again with all her might.
Her muscles ached, her hands had blistered, but still she went on. An inspiration to her Pokemon they all gave it their best.

For them it had turned into a training exercise. Viv offering advice and direction every time she found a few spare breaths.

Rowlet turned out to be a bit of a jerk and kept picking on petilil. Some clever thinking and a bit of reverse psychology quickly had him competing against flabebe instead. At least it was productive.

Even ferroseed was doing his best, powering up his pin missile by using it over and over again.
Petilil's aid was in the form of 'helping hand' boosting the others attacks and occasionally throwing in its own magical leaf attack to cut down small boulders.
Flabebe put its vibe whip to good use, upon noticing everyone begin to tire it used 'grassy terrain' for the first time. This made every one feel a bit better and Vivian proud.
Rowlet who was trying to destroy and move more rocks than flabebe attacked them with leafage, peck and tackle, while swooping up and moving the smaller debris.

It wasn't long until they were really functioning as a team.

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Vivian

TP

65
+1 post
+0 (HHG)
TP=66

INVENTORY:

• pokeball x1
• travel rations + supplies

POKEMON:

• Flabebe- 14
• Petilil- 6
• Ferroseed-2
• Rowlet-1
• empty
• empty

Azerus Jr

Greenhaven

42

In the secret section of the cave, unaware of what was going on outside, The mechanic had resumed preaching to AJ. He had agreed to show him a way out after fixing the Pokemon transferral machine. He also managed to convince him to help.

As he wasn't really much use to the mechanic AJ got out his new machop and began to get to know him. Machop proved to be quite energetic and keen to fight.

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Azerus

TP:

65
+1 (post)
+0 (league)
TP=66

INVENTORY:

POKEMON:

• Roggenrola-8
• Rhyhorn-12 + 1 sr battle.
• Zubat-3,
• Spheal-2,
• Pawniard-3
• Aron-1
• Machop 1

Space - Raeym Retrieval Operation! - Recruiting

Anya Alexi

@Dark Light

Alexis Ben'Ghazad

Wanna become a pirate?

💣 Love Bomb Piracy Front 💣

Copied

Once a group is approved it will be granted a territory such as a planet or ship, but feel free to request something specific to your faction; just know you cannot take what others already have by doing this. This territory, like their power, belongs only to them. In it, they have complete say and dominion, able to use it as they see fit so long as they do not break the rules.

So I think the ship can be our territory. But we should also make a space Tortuga. Maybe a small planet or space station that is a haven for pirates and their activities. And maybe Marco's Shop?

They can all be critical points for us.

I also think under the write up of our ship as well as a training room it needs a good (self operating) med bay. Unless someone wants to chuck together a special healing character.

Network Citizenship Center - Open for business and harmonious discourse!

@Arawak

Something I was working on.
Sorta fits the ancient technology and high speed information transferral.

The space bar

The Space Bar - A Virtual Tavern - Open

Welcome

Cyber traveler's to the rustic charm and rugged allure of a fully immersive virtual tavern. 'The Space Bar' a cosy lil, award winning universal hyper realistic virtual tavern. It is so convincing that it will have you believing that you are actually here. No sensation is exempt from this reality. And the best bit is that its always open and readily accessible from anywhere. You are always just a small step away from teleporting your mind and soul to this fantastic free laid back place. Come relax and just let all the stress and frustrations of life fade away. Here you can sit back, kick up your legs, mingle with others, all while enjoying a drink with other real people from all aspects and corners of the verse. Anyone, anytime, from anywhere can find their way here!

The glowing neon lights signify where you are, that soft warming glow cascading across the rustic surfaces and furniture, rebounding of the smooth walls of the vibrant structure.
Everyone can find something here to suit their tastes. Be it a drink from a vast extensive range of beverages or a culinary delight to match the desire of any culture of any species. Perhaps one would like to get their groove on and blow off some steam on the hip happening dance floor or simply relax and talk business (or get in a brawl) at our comfy laid back bar. Perhaps a more proper lounge would suit your comfort. The seclusive classy upstairs also provides a more visual pleasure in the way of exotic dancers.

So please plug on in, come indulge yourself without the fear of those real world consequences. It's an easy seamless integration, just let any one of our vast array of million different devices bring the real you to the most advanced cyber experience ever imagined.

The doors are always open and your comfort will be of our main concern. So let our our ever growing team of somewhat questionable staff assist you and your needs. They will be readily available and willing to ensure your visit is a pleasurable one. We pride ourselves on offering a great atmosphere for all patrons to mingle in and enjoy.

Please remember to ensure you are comfortable and safe before linking in. If you are using one of our more portable connection devices it is important to note your immersion time as virtual food and drinks do not actually provide sustenance, this is just a trick of the system.
Thank you

-Management

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Guide:

• The tavern is open for anyone seeking some free/casual short or long term roleplay. There is no specific story or plot but who knows what may develop when you spend some time with strangers.
• First timers please read the rules on the notice board below.
• Character sheets optional.
• We are always welcoming any feedback or ideas for improvements.
• Most importantly, be creative, kind to others, challenge your writing skills and have fun!

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What you need to know!

This VR experience is a mix of advanced technology and ancient magics. It cannot be replicated, hacked, tampered with or destroyed. Its existence is not completely understood but what we do know is how to enter it.

While your physical appearance and all items that you held appear to be at the tavern, they are not. You and your possessions are still laying idle at your place of plug in.

Although this is just a virtual world everything here masterfully reflects the limitations and possibilities of the real world. Every sensation be it taste, pleasure or pain will effect you as though it was real for the duration of your log in plus an offline day to reset. While death poses no true harm, the shock has been known to 'effect' some peoples mental condition and even bring on heart attacks for those using older less safe log in equipment. Upon a death it will take two days before your data can be logged back in.

Memo:

22/11/16: If you notice this notice, you will notice that this notice is not worth noticing. That's right, nothing note worthy to note here.

Past Memos

None

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Staff

List

Lead waitress

Entertainer

Bartender

Chef

Maintenance

Security

Bouncer

Rules:

Please read!

-etiquette

DON'T BE A DICK! Period!

But seriously, play nice because some rules are coming...

Layout:

Location tags

Locations

While the taverns exterior generally consists of four solid walls it doesn't mean that everything that goes on happens on the main tavern floor. For example there are two more levels beyond the main floor bar. The upstairs lounge and the downstairs basement. For the curtesy of other patrons, if you would like to visit one of these other locations within the tavern please use a 'location tab' at the start of your post to signify where you are. This will allow others to know if they are in a position to interact with you or not. Simply add the location you are in to the top of your post like so. [location]

Current locations

main floor

Upstairs lounge

The wide oak steps not only lead to some private rooms upstairs but also a lavish lobby for those more inclined to indulge their senses in the more finer and delicate luxuries of life. With sensual decor, soft lighting and obscured hidden alcoves, only a room with a locked door would offer more privacy.

The Basement

A trending non-stop large nightclub blasting with continual beats and rocking on endlessly. Down here it's always a party. Occasionally performances are on the main stage.

Outside

If people can afford a room and go out side it's usually for one thing, to fight! While some patrons (and even staff) may enjoy a good bar brawl, all clients are encouraged to take their disputes, drama's, brawls and fisty cuffs outside. The small distance of streets surrounding the tavern are dark, cold and merciless.

Rooms

There are a many number of rooms and the appearance and amenities of each completely depend on the depth of your wallet (or favour of the staff) Rooms are limited so please enquire with the staff.

new

If you would like a new location and feel it would add to the tavern and aid in a story, relationship or character development please PM me. Possible ideas include wine cellar, kitchen, hidden room, attic, ect.

Interested in using it?

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Morose thank you so much!
Oh wow, a few things to fix.

--For your reading/writing skill, please specify the language. (Sorry fixed.)
--You're missing something under 'anything else.' (Did that change?)
--For family history, you'll want to be a bit more specific about what happened between his mother and father. (Deliberately tried to keep it vague but hope that suffices.)
--His history section is a bit choppy to read. Try and clean it up some, as well as elaborate more on what happened when his ship was captured by pirates. How did he end up in the Caribbean, for example, if his ship was captured on route to the Netherlands?

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Jonathan Baynard

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Character Summary

Full Name: Jonathan Edward Baynard
Aliases: Doc or Jon.
Age: 27
Birthday: Feb-12th, 1692
Nationality: British
Birth Place: Barnes, Surrey
Affiliations: The London Royal College of Physicians
Gender:Male
Education:
Tutored by his grandfather Edward Baynard, he later followed in his steps by going to university and getting his MD.
Social Class: Upper Middle Class
Occupation: Physician
Languages: English and Latin

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Appearance

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Fair/lean
Eyes: Light green
Hair: Brown, mid length, pushed back, slightly messy.
Skin Tone: Light.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None, he has smooth clean skin.
Personal Style: Still considering himself a proper man, Jonathan likes to try distinguish himself from the other pirates by keeping his clothing as neat and clean as possible and his facial hair somewhat maintained.
Without going too elaborate he tries to remain respectable and formal. He is happy with a nice jacket, stylish vest, fitted shirt and full length pants. Some firm leather boots are always a must.

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Psychology

Committed * Arrogant * Courageous * Stubborn * Creative * Opinionated

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status:Married and was expecting a child.
Personality:
John Baynard comes from a lateral logical world of simple cause and effect. Everything happens for a reason and that which he cannot explain he leaves to his faith and in the hands of God. This had served him well in his professional career of medical diagnostics and treatment. He had proudly excelled at his studies where he began to realise he was quite smarter than the others. While somewhat lacking in social graces, his confidence, stature and reputable name made up for it.

He is a patient man capable of breaking problems down in his head and methodically sorting through it. A heavy thinker he rarely acts too rashly.
Committed to what ever he starts he will see it through to the end. Never content with being basic in skill or knowledge on a subject that he has given time, he will allocate his full devotion to it and seek it to understand it to its depths.

Life would be simple if it were only this way, but it's not. In moments of silence or stillness and in his dreams he romanticises about love and literature. Religion and philosophy. Those subjects of which there is no true answer. He dreams of the intangible that he could no sooner explain than control. That is his connection to the arts of literature.

As a boy he has always pushed and challenged himself. Believing to be an orphan raised in high society, he is thankful everyday and tried to prove himself / earn it.

Habits:
Nightly prayers.
Rolling his eyes.
Biting his fist when thinking.
Hobbies:
Literature
Chess
Fears:

• Snakes
• Heights
• Hell
• Never meeting his child

Likes:

• Fishing
• Chess
• Rowing
• Poetry
• Cooking
• Children

Dislikes:

• Rum (drunkenness)
• Orphanages
• Suffering
• Gambling
• Sacrilege
• Liars
• Pirates

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General World Skills:

• Reading/Writing English.
• Composure
• Concentration
• Cooking
• Deduction
• Memorization
• Perception
• Science (Biological)
• Science (Chemistry/Physics)

Combat Skills:

• Diving
• Swimming
• Bare knuckle boxing
• Horse riding

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Fine travelling attire. Sturdy leather boots, nice coat and jacket.
• Wallet - Since been emptied.
• Expensive wedding ring - hidden in parchment and tucked in a pocket.
• Surgeons knife - just in case.

Quarters:

• Nice spare formal clothes
• Mixed book of poetry. Tattered, torn and old with additional pages added in, it's a family heirloom of favourites including those written by her mother and grandfather.
• A few books of science and philosophy that he happened to be studying at the time of his capture.
• A bible.
• His doctors casefilled with tools.
• Parchment
• Quill and Ink
• Letter from his wife
• Letter to his wife
• Signet ring
• Surgeons apron and mask

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History

Family History:
Mother: Anne Baynard-Deceased. Never met.
A British natural philosopher and model of piety.
Died of natural causes.

Father: Name Unknown.
Never met.
An Irish drunk and criminal. Probably dead.
Was in Anne's life for one passing night. Seemingly a soul to save he turned out to be rotten all the way through. Forcing himself on her and scaring her for life.

Grandfather:Edward Baynard Raised Jonathan after adopting him from the orphanage, soon after Annes death.
An English physician and poet.
Still alive and in London living in Ludgate hill.

Behind Your Name: Jonathan's first name was given to him by his grandfather when he was put up for adoption. An on the spot name probably conceived due to his recent dealing with a Sir Jon Floyer.
It wasn't until Jon was adopted did he get given his rightful family name. Still he thinks it an act of kindness that he forever holds dear.

History:
Conceived without love or permission. Jon's mother, Anne Baynard, was forced to hide her unwanted pregnancy out of shame and fear of the ramifications it would have on her status and families reputation.
While no easy choice, the trauma of that one night caused by a drunken forceful Irish man, proved too much for her. Jonathan was abandoned to an orphanage shortly after his birth. Until the age of 6 he grew up with many other loveless children in a cold strict environment where he learnt to be silent, obedient and God fearing.
Shortly after his sixth birthday his unknown mother passed away and his grandfather, consoling in his loss, came in to anonymously adopt his lost grandson. Jon still doesn't know they are actually family.

Jonathan was put into schooling and in return spent his spare time helping Edward around the house and occasionally joining him on his daily duties. Edward was a kind and caring foster parent. To this day Jonathan still considers himself blessed for being given such a kind parent figure. Edward taught Jonathan much, and Jonathan drank it in like an eager sponge. Life was good.

Jonathan went to school and studied hard. He never knew of the restrictions or perils of poverty, but he was raised well. Jonathan was compassionate, generous and charitable. Much like his mother. After basic schooling he followed in Edwards footsteps and became a licensed physician. During his young adult years he only held a few strong friendships that could withstand his often rash pleasantries and blunt honesty.

Of those people one of them was Sarah. A life long friend from a social level a few rungs below himself. That didn't matter. They were in love. Committed to one another they tied the knot and Jonathan got married. They had just began trying for a child when Jonathan left to embark on a trip to the Netherlands to visit the university of Leiden on behalf of Edward who had graduated there many years ago.

Jonathan would never made it to his destination though. Having opted for speed over safety, with an urgency to return home, he ended up on a ship that fell victim to piracy on his way to the Netherlands.

He still remembers that day vividly. His actions and decisions haunt him in his sleep. In the end only one person died out of a whole ship of twenty eight. Twenty six people carried on their journey, a bit shaken but alright. They even managed to hold onto their dignity and some of their belongings. Jonathan Baynard was not one of them. Twenty seven lives with goods valued at fifteen more, Jon had a debt of forty two sea faring souls to save before he would be set free.

He had traded his services for the lives of the others. Now he works somewhat willingly upon the vessel saving the very people who were ready to kill him. It was at a port in Spain that he and much of the crew were transferred across to a larger ship. From there they went further south as did his hopes of going home. They were attacked by a navy vessel and forced to flee.
While the altercation gave Jon much opportunity to recover his debt, their destination became clear.
Jonathan was going to the Caribbean.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Common sense is the best distributed commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it."

"Crooked things may be as stiff and unflexible as straight: and men may be as positive in error as in truth."

"To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction"

"Man was born free, and everywhere he is in chains."

Accent: British
Theme Song: Wrong side of heaven-Five Finger Death Punch.

reserved for later romance

The bleeding-Five finger death punch.

Anything Else: Howell Davis Dorian Radshaw-first day at work

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@Arawak

Yea I might re-look at the guns.
Just because he has them doesn't mean they will go everywhere with him.
Too bulky and slow.
The reasoning behind holding the weight was his bionic legs and arms.
(See his full body image.)

I don't know about the telepathy, I just wanted to make it a lil more special than doing a better job than what the others do.
What are your thoughts/suggestions?

Arex: The Symbiotic Cyborg. [1/2]

@Rilla, @Zyamasiel, @The Harbinger of Ferocity, @Circ

Arex

Name: Arex TSXIIV Thorn
Title(s): Enforcer.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 259lbs
Age: 29(ish)
Race/Species: Unknown, somewhere between human and symbiont from Majupe
Tier/Influence: 4();
Group(s): The Harmonious Network
Appearance:

appearance

Alternative look

creation / full body

Personality:
Arex can be quite cold and careless. He is arrogant, reckless and impatient. Not a good mix.
There is a streak of human compassion hidden beneath all his external bravado and armour. A confident somewhat selfish man, he is a sly sweet talker with no tells when lying.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

• ^{( 2 )}Mechanically minded.
  Turns out Arex know a bit about ships, guns and basic electronics. He's quite the basic handy man with metal and machines.
• ^{( 2 )} BioMechanical and cybernetic augmentation.
  Arex's body has been altered and enhanced beyond his recognition and understanding. It seems to continue to change and adapt, somehow linked or connected to his symbiont(s). His body is a haven for them to develop and grow.
• ^{( 3 )} Resilient
  Having become more sturdy, healthier and fitter than ever, not only is much of his external body cybernetic and bullet proof but he heals quicker and is more resistant to lower forms of damage.
• ^{( 4 )} Enhanced physique.
  He is strong. Very strong! And enhanced neural path ways and an intricate advance nervous system has given him top notch reflexes and precise control.

Items:

• ^{( 1 )} Big knife.
  Strapped to leg it's a simple big knife.
• ^{( 2 )} Sturdy force compulsion shotgun.
  With the accuracy and range of a solid slug, this shorter than average, single shot, shot gun fires a concussive blast. The ammo-less projectile can be seen shifting through the air. The fist sized ball of force is usually not fatal unless at extreme close range, but it can crush ribs and break bones which may lead to alternate complications.
  For when your enemies don't quite deserve to die but you wan't the fun of seeing them go flying around the room.
• ^{( 2 )} Hack worms (Symbionts)
  Hack worms are tiny, group, AI symbionts highly capable of hacking or physically disabling nearly anything electronic.
  Arex sets intention and command before dispersing them from his skin. (Can shoot up to 5 ft) A reproductive queen stays in his system to produce more.
• ^{( 3 )} 2 Miniguns. (Aka: The gun show)
  These high powered, rotating barrel miniguns were removed from an aircraft and modified for personal use.
  They are shortened, made for a single operator to carry into combat. At 85lbs fully loaded they are easily most efficient and accurate when mounted or on a stand.
  Complete with an under-barrel flamer, single shot grenade launcher, AI assist firing capabilities, no atmo requirements and smart choice interchangeable ammo. These babies will light up the sky, ground a small air craft or topple a simple tower.
  Watch your ammo supply.
  Further modifications were made to suit Arex.
  The trigger was moved towards the midsection of the gun while adaptions were made to connect the whole thing to his forarm redistributing the weight and center of gravity beneath his shoulder.
  Even if he can handle the weight, they are bulky, awkward and very obvious.

Group: (Upon approval of the group)

• ^{( ? )} Ancient Relic
  
  Group details

  The ruins of the ancient Cyrawaloc have relics constantly fought for on a regular basis. The science behind them has been lost, with a large amount of uncertainty on how they even work.
  
  As to the range of abilities, this is case by case ((Read: Player dependent, GM approval is needed to introduce new artifacts)). If the relic is more powerful, it is rarer. Any exceptionally powerful relic should be one-of-a-kind. Relics tend to destroy themselves once activated and used if they carry out a direct, active action. Passive relics don't get destroyed, but do overheat and risk being destroyed if their abilities are overused.
  Thorn. (Relic symbiont.)Enhancing the 'Adaptive Symbiont below.'
• ^{( ? )} Adaptive Symbiont
  
  Group details

  All citizens of the Network to some degree have an adaptive symbiont as part of them. This is because biotechnology is very developed and mass produced in much of the network and thus at some point someone usually gets themselves a symbiont. These symbionts live on or inside you and are incredibly useful for the sort of interspecies interactions that are the norm of the Network. One tends to forget you have a critter living inside you modifying your body systems to whatever the local environment requires.
  
  These artificial symbionts have a slew of applications, but the primarily application is that of adapting. For the symbionts allow one to be able to populate a more diverse range of environments than one normally would. Symbionts are surgically implemented quite easily as the Symbiont does all the rest. Symbionts do mean you must eat more, but with biotech food is easy to come by in the network so feel free to eat all you like, your symbiont will approve of it.
  _{(Enhanced by 'ancient relic' group trait above)}Thorn. Arex's advanced symbiont.
  The creature inside Arex is unlike most others. Its adaptive capabilities are extreme. It allows Arex to function for days without air and even survive in the vacuum of space. It can telepathically communicate with other nearby ancient symbionts and has yet-identified connections to the ancient ruins of its sector. However all this comes with a small cost, this symbiont is intelligent and has a semblance of its own will.

History:
Now more creation than creature Arex is as much advanced bio mechanical cybernetics as he is human or symbiont. He cannot remember a life before he became what he is now. His memory beginning with his union with Thorn the advanced and possibly ancient symbiont.

He awoke adrift in space, ship fragments and dead exploded corpses all around. The sight was horrific, aliens and humans alike boiled and bubbling, popping from their own internal pressure. Some had suits but they had either been too slow with the helmet or debris and Buller holes punctured their sanctuary. Arex was not sure why he was alive, but he felt as though he barely was. Everything hurt on so many, never before experienced, levels.

Arex could not make sense of the wreckage or people around him, perhaps for his sanity it was better this way. He couldn't even tell how many bodies were around or how many ships the debris consisted of. Even the memories of his first memory are foggy. After drifting off for what he thought would be the last time, some scavengers picked him up.
He awoke on their ship as one of them was examining him. After a short altercation Arex took some of the supplies that they had scavenged from the wreck and they gladly dropped him off planet side.

He has an unnatural fierce hunger and a strange innate loyalty to the 'Auditor' of the Harmonious Domain.
Driven to find purpose and test his abilities, thereby growing. Arex set of in search of missions and adventure seeking a better melody in the name of the harmonious network.