Post by The Saint on Jun 7, 2010 21:40:06 GMT -5
Name: Johnathon Sean Maystead
Nick Names or Alias: The Old Tiger
Age: 97
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferances: Straight
Employment: Yes
Job Title & Description:
Hunter?: Default
Mage?: Default
Powers:
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Melee: 6
Unarmed: 6
Ranged: 9
History:
Nick Names or Alias: The Old Tiger
Age: 97
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferances: Straight
Employment: Yes
Job Title & Description:
Owns the Adventurers Bar and ClubDerangement(s):
NoneMisc.:
Is as old as he is and still able to move about because of the Phylactery of CommiusGhoul?: Default
Hunter?: Default
Mage?: Default
Powers:
NoneEndowments:
Relic *****:Foci:
Blood of Pope Joan **
Ringsel ***
Watchful Keris ***
Phylactery of Commius *****
NoneAppearance: Fashion Sense/Style:
WIPPersonality:
WIPPhysical-Strength: 4
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Melee: 6
Unarmed: 6
Ranged: 9
History:
John was born in the middle of Africa in 1912. His father was a big game hunter and from a young age taught John how to fire a rifle, how to hunt, and how to find that big game. By the age of seven John had killed his first Lion, by 13 he had a collection of exotic animal heads mounted in his room. By the age of 18 he was revered in both Britain and Africa as a great and revered big game hunter. Such was the early life of John Maystead.
It had become a well known fact that John was getting bored with killing the big cat. Hunting game was just not challenging to him anymore. He knew where to look, he knew how to shoot. Nothing surprised him anymore. He began desperately searching for greater game, but none was to be had. It was simply too much to ask to find something smarter and more intelligent to track.
One night, however, his luck was to change. He was doing a late night hunt, the only thing that could somewhat excite him and his skill at the hunt. He and his party came across a rather large beast in the Savanna of Africa. John took aim and fired from his rifle. The beast took the shot but only looked angry. John's entire party was slaughtered by the wild thing and John who had been gravely injured, surely would've died if a man had not come along with silver bullets and some odd artifact and put down the creature. John passed out.
Later John woke up in a hut. His wounds were almost completely healed, save for a few scars that should've still been open wounds at that point. The man along with a few others were surrounding him. They told him he was both brave and foolish to take on a Werewolf with nothing but a hunting rifle and a knife. John, now obsessed with the creature that had nearly taken his life, pleaded to join them. After much consideration he was taken back to their headquarters in Britain. The group called themselves the Aegis Kai Doru.
After intense briefing and learning about the supernatural he was even more intrigued. Especially about the so-called Werewolves or Garou. This was the next big game that excited him. Then he went through his trial. Drugged up and put through a Labyrinth. He made it out alive.
It was his first Hunting trip with his new Conspiracy. A village in Ireland had reported strange creatures in the forest when he met Charlotte. As him and his gang were investigating they expected the Werewolf beasts to strike. They were completely unprepared. Sure a significantly weaker enemy had shown up, but this enemy was capable of thought and more dangerous. Four creatures that the others called 'Gangrel' had pounced. A carefully placed crossbow bolt to the chest took out three of them. The fourth one managed to slip between the trees and nearly obliterate John's party. Once more, John was helpless. He took aim with his rifle and fired off a few silver bullets into the woman's chest. She chuckled and was amused by John.