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AgunimonJonas Highwind
"You can set a good example that you don't have to throw blows or be belligerent to get your point across." -"Iron" Mike Tyson
Personal Information
Name:
Jonas William Highwind
Nickname:
The Viper, The Champ, The Technician, Chuck LeFuck
Birth Date:
August 27
Age:
20
Gender:
Man.
Sexuality:
Cute Tomboys
Straight as an arrow.
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Clocking in at six foot three, and a healthy, athletic, and musclebound two hundred and twenty pounds, Jonas is a solid and powerful young man. Even without the boons granted to him by his ancestry, he is undoubtedly close to peak condition for a man of his age and size, and owns both speed and power. Contrary to popular belief, the two are far from mutually exclusive (in fact, you could argue them being closely linked). Has a generally strong facial structure, with sharp brown eyes. The beard game is potentially powerful, but rarely is allowed to grow out to more than stubble. Carries himself with confidence and poise, no matter what he may feel internally. Surprisingly good smile.
Clothing Style:
The name of the game is casual wear. Tees, shorts, jeans, sneakers, hoodies, underarmor, basically all he needs to know is the weather and he'll build his clothing choices around it. Very occasionally will bust out a collared shirt. Likes his shirts red, apparently.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
- Martial Arts
- Video Games
- Lifting
- Paleontology (Dinosaurs are fucking cool)
- Stories in General (anime, manga, television, roleplay, pro wrestling, mythology, anything goes.)
- Long Drives with good music
- Food
- Cooking
- Sparring
- Dark Souls
- Just being one of the gang, and a reliable one at that.
- Rooting for the underdog
- Any of the above, with friends
- Cute girls
Dislikes:
- Feeling Idle
- Dishonesty
- Betrayal
- Extremism in general
- Math
- Those lacking in humility
- Floyd Mayweather
- Crossfit
- People who try to sell Crossfit
- The 12-6 elbow Rule and Knees to the head of a "grounded" opponent rule under the Unified Rules of Mixed Martial Arts
- That one judge who scored it 49-46 for Jon (GUSTAFSSON WON THE FIRST THREE ROUNDS)
- Dark Souls 2
- Anyone under his care getting hurt.
Fears:
- Losing Important things
- Not Being Good Enough
- Actually asking cute girls out instead of just sticking to idle chatter
- Probably Grizzly Bears
Habits:
- Foot-tapping
- Scratching the back of the head
- Abusing phone's internet browser
Personality:
♦ Hotblooded ♦ Diligent ♦ Loyal ♦ Jocular
Smarter than the av-er-age bear. While at first, being the son of the god of war might bring up images the typical meatheaded, boorish, jock to end all jocks, Jonas is surprisingly... normal in temprament. While not the smartest guy in the world by any means, he's far from stupid, and is easily as articulate as any other demigod in the academy. Perhaps owing to a lifelong background in martial arts, he's far from your typical blowhard, instead staying easygoing and cordial in day to day interactions. Hell, sometimes he can even be downright polite. However, this isn't to say, by any means, that he's a complete anomaly.
Respects strength in any form, of body, of character, of will, you name it, if it's strong, he likes it. Admires great warriors, and is absolutely enthralled whenever given the opportunity to learn of them and their methods. Seriously, if you ask him who his favorite author is, he'll probably either namedrop Jack Slack or Connor Ruebusch. While neither being Athenian nor particularly displaying an extreme aptitude for strategics, what he is is a thinking fighter, a veritable sponge when it comes to techniques and the tactics of their implementation. He may not be the best general in the world even amongst his brethren, but he does a hell of a job at getting his hands dirty.
He's one of those guys that manages the duality of being both laid-back and simultaneously brimming with a quiet intensity, less a volcano waiting to blow its top and more the purring engine of a high-end sports car. Sure, once he gets hype, he gets hype, but until then?
It's the calm before the storm.
Wait, shit, that's more a Zeus kinda line...
Background:
Raised by a single mom, Jonas was stuck from a very young age into a nearby martial arts program, just as much to give him something to do while she worked her three jobs as it was to teach him discipline and keep him out of trouble. While throwing you kid at a karate school is always a crapshoot at best given the variety of factors involved, the young Highwind boy took to the martial arts like a fish does to water, always looking forward to his mom getting off of work and being able to take him to the studio after school each day. Especially since, while the discipline did come after a time (along with healthy doses of age and experience), the trouble at school was much, much harder to shake. Despite being a decent enough kid, Jonas always found himself getting into brawls in the classroom, at lunch, behind the playground; anywhere was free game. It wasn't that he started them or sought them out, either. It was like fighting was drawn to him much as he was to the art involved in it. Never one to start a scuffle, he tried to keep to himself, but 99 times out of a 100, he did find himself ending them.
Such was life.
While school and such was hell in a handbasket, he often found refuge in the community of the martial arts studio, growing from a competent, studious little kid into a respected, knowledgeable young man, becoming a mentor as well as a student to those that came after him. Life had begun to turn around: he had more confidence, he was helping his mother tremendously with the new source of income, he even was starting to pick his grades back up--
And then Dad showed up, and everything got flipped-turned upside down.
One long, weird talk later, and he was the son of the Greek God of War, going to be sent off to Olympus Academy, and was a demigod walking amongst mortals. And hey, Dad's really, truly is sorry he can't be there for you or your sister, but those shits in the middle east have been keeping him so damn busy these days.
What the fuck, man?
Extra:
Poseidon's a G.
Godly Information
Godly Parent:
Ares
Relationship With Godly Parent:
Rather hands-off, and out of necessity as opposed to any real lack of willingness. Turns out, with all the conflicts the world's constantly going through, Ares is a busy son of a bitch. The two are amicable enough, but there's a definite air of awkwardness between them whenever put in the same room, a byproduct of the unfortunate distance between the two. Nonetheless, Ares has always found a way to, if nothing else, at least keep an eye on the boy, even if he can't always be there for him, and he is proud of him for sticking to his guns in the face of life. It's a rough world out there.
He of all beings would know.
Godly Abilities:
Impregnable Defense, Impetuous Style -- Call it a cheat code for the human body. In battle, Jonas's already considerable athleticism and durability skyrocket, soaring to outright inhuman levels of strength, speed, agility, reaction times, and toughness. Consider the difference between a man in his athletic prime versus himself, twenty, thirty years down the road. Now give him steroids and probably crack. Now apply all these factors to the physical stats of, say, Spider-Man. Scary stuff, right? Son of the God of war, people, he's going to be a physical beast.
The Drums of War -- When listening to a particularly hype piece of music in the background, he gains an additional boost in physicality, as well as a decreased sense of fear. For example, while he may stick and move in one instance, if the right song's playing he'll get downright crazy, trying to pull off flashier and flashier techniques.
Martial Improv / You don' wan trabble -- Has a strange, almost Jackie Chan-esque knack for being able to turn whatever random thing he has in his hands into an effective weapon, anything from a suitcase to a ladder to a spoon to even a feather pillow. Not babies, though.
Those he has to work around.
