Post by Jilak on Feb 3, 2011 3:10:27 GMT -5
Full Name: Josah Hasoj/Unknown
Nicknames: Jojo
Physical Age(Josah): 14
Physical Age(Other Josah): Same as the above.
Actual Age(Josah): A few days, at best. See: History
Actual Age(Other Josah): 907
Height: ?(Average for their physical age)
Weight: ?(Average)
Gender: Male
Race(Josah): Human
Race(Other Josah): Debatable
Alliance: Chaotic Good/Lawful Evil
Home: Bristol, England
Franchise: N/A
Physical Description
The only difference in Josah and other Josah's appearance is how they each hold themselves. Josah slumps a tad, while Other Josah holds himself high, noble. Josah isn't extremely tall, he's around 5'7” or so. His long, ash-black hair would, under normal circumstances, be in his face, hindering his sight. However, the tips at the front are curled back. He is of a rather fair complexion.
He generally wears a white shirt striped in alternating red and green stripes, along with a pair of brown cargo pants and a simple pair of white sneakers. His eyes are a light green in colour.
Weapons
Josah and Other Josah are both able to make use of a spell book, to varying degrees of success. Other Josah is, unlike Josah, able to summon up a staff.
Abilities/Powers
Josah's body contains within it all the magical abilities of Other Josah. Given time to train, he would be a rather formidable wizard. The time he didn't have, though, is made up for by Other Josah. As it stands, Other Josah can, in a pinch, spellcast without use of his book, an ability yet unknown to Josah.
Skills
Josah, unlike Other Josah, is a rather effective chef. On the other end of the spectrum, Other Josah is quite intelligent.
Personality(Josah)
Josah is rather hyperactive. In what form of memory he has, he can recall once being called, insultingly, a 'rabbit on speed'. He then remembers seeing a shiny window and going to inspect it. He tries his best to focus, to do what's required of him. But sometimes, it just doesn't work out that way.
It's very easy to gain his trust, and very hard to lose it. But once it's lost, it's nigh-impossible to get back. Except for in very rare circumstances. Generally, though, he's a pretty easy-going guy.
Personality(Other Josah)
If you take everything that Josah is, everything that he stands for, all of his morals, all of his hyperactivity, and turn it on its head, and you will only have scratched the surface of who Other Josah is. He's cold, calculating. He can focus on one task if need be, though he's also an excellent multitasker. He holds grudges, and doesn't let go for years at a time. He's oft accused of seeing his friends as items, and it's completely true. He's manipulative, and yet... he does what he does for the good of the many.
History
Josah has a rather short-lived history, that will be touched upon later. The true starting point, however, is with Other Josah. In his life, he was a powerful wizard. He was born in a small cabin in a rather quaint forest. His parents knew, from birth, what he was. And so they kept him working. Toiling away at farming, or log-cutting, or various other menial tasks. Looking back, he remains unsure as to whether his father was trying to keep him off his game, or actually kill him. It wasn't until he turned thirteen that he truly became aware of his true nature.
His father had been yelling at him, lecturing him about something he'd supposedly done wrong. He'd made a mistake in his measurements, or something similar, and as such they would have an inadequate amount of firewood for the day's sales. It had just... made him so mad. In that moment, he lost it. He wanted to hurt his father. He wasn't even sure why. He just... wanted to hurt him, wanted to stop the yelling. Most children his age would lash out with words. The rare child would lash out with their fists. Other Josah...
Other Josah would lash out with magic. He yelled for his father to, as he recalls, 'be silent'. The skies went dark at this point, thunder and lightning broiling within the clouds. The wind picked up, Other Josah's glare quickly evaporating. He would remember this moment as a hallmark of his life for years to come. First, he discovered he had magic. Secondly? His father never yelled at him again after that day.
The temptation to abuse his powers was hard to fight. Perhaps this is why, not but a year after his first outburst, his family was visited by a group of monks. They told his parents, and him, that he had a great gift, the likes of which had not been seen in ages. They promised that they could teach him control, and how to properly wield it. His parents didn't fight too hard for him. They were afraid of him. Everyone he'd ever encountered in his life had been afraid of him, but his parents' fear... that stung the worst.
He was unruly at first. He fought his teachers at every term, usually metaphorically, but sometimes... literally. But he lacked control, he lacked focus. His attempt to bring a bolt of lightning down upon a scolding instructor instead lit a nearby tree on fire. He paid closer attention after that.
At the ripe age of twenty one, he was free to go. He was told there was nothing more he could be taught. And oh, he had learned much. He had learned not only the ways of his magic, but also of the other creatures that resided within his realm. Demons they'd been called. From the description provided, they would be drawn to him like moths to the flame. It was his gift. It was a loud gift, he was told. One that could be heard by many, far and wide, unless he kept constant vigilance on it.
And so, he left. Into the world, he lived the next few years of his life as a nomad. He wandered, meeting new people, dispelling the occasional demon. He earned quite a reputation in his world. As such, he was one day approached by the monks that had once taken him in, had once been his family. A demon, Hi'ar Pue'rtagero, was causing trouble in a nearby village. He was warned that this wasn't one of the standard-issue demons he'd been dealing with. He was told that he was the only one that could stop him. And so he fought.
A mighty battle it was. In the end, he could not kill Hi'ar. Simply banish him. He would return, and Josah couldn't even be sure when. He was left fatally wounded. As he lay dying, he saw before him a face. The face of the monk whom had come to gather him from his parents. The monk that had been, essentially, his father. He was told he would be needed again, some day. And that he would be summoned. And then, it all faded to black...
Josah has many memories. He remembers his high school crush. He remembers his loving parents. He even remembers the one time his father scolded him for making an error in his measurements for a stunt, and ending up with a scraped knee. None of them are real, however. Not that he knows this.
He was made, so to speak. He was created as a vessel for Other Josah. What his creator didn't expect, though, was that what he had made was not simple flesh and bone. An error occurred in the spellcasting. Josah earned a soul, his own personality. His false memories would normally have shaped this personality. But rather, he shaped them. This, combined with his time spent dead, has driven Other Josah... slightly insane.
Other: BAM, AND THE REVAMP IS DONE
Picture: N/A
Nicknames: Jojo
Physical Age(Josah): 14
Physical Age(Other Josah): Same as the above.
Actual Age(Josah): A few days, at best. See: History
Actual Age(Other Josah): 907
Height: ?(Average for their physical age)
Weight: ?(Average)
Gender: Male
Race(Josah): Human
Race(Other Josah): Debatable
Alliance: Chaotic Good/Lawful Evil
Home: Bristol, England
Franchise: N/A
Physical Description
The only difference in Josah and other Josah's appearance is how they each hold themselves. Josah slumps a tad, while Other Josah holds himself high, noble. Josah isn't extremely tall, he's around 5'7” or so. His long, ash-black hair would, under normal circumstances, be in his face, hindering his sight. However, the tips at the front are curled back. He is of a rather fair complexion.
He generally wears a white shirt striped in alternating red and green stripes, along with a pair of brown cargo pants and a simple pair of white sneakers. His eyes are a light green in colour.
Weapons
Josah and Other Josah are both able to make use of a spell book, to varying degrees of success. Other Josah is, unlike Josah, able to summon up a staff.
Abilities/Powers
Josah's body contains within it all the magical abilities of Other Josah. Given time to train, he would be a rather formidable wizard. The time he didn't have, though, is made up for by Other Josah. As it stands, Other Josah can, in a pinch, spellcast without use of his book, an ability yet unknown to Josah.
Skills
Josah, unlike Other Josah, is a rather effective chef. On the other end of the spectrum, Other Josah is quite intelligent.
Personality(Josah)
Josah is rather hyperactive. In what form of memory he has, he can recall once being called, insultingly, a 'rabbit on speed'. He then remembers seeing a shiny window and going to inspect it. He tries his best to focus, to do what's required of him. But sometimes, it just doesn't work out that way.
It's very easy to gain his trust, and very hard to lose it. But once it's lost, it's nigh-impossible to get back. Except for in very rare circumstances. Generally, though, he's a pretty easy-going guy.
Personality(Other Josah)
If you take everything that Josah is, everything that he stands for, all of his morals, all of his hyperactivity, and turn it on its head, and you will only have scratched the surface of who Other Josah is. He's cold, calculating. He can focus on one task if need be, though he's also an excellent multitasker. He holds grudges, and doesn't let go for years at a time. He's oft accused of seeing his friends as items, and it's completely true. He's manipulative, and yet... he does what he does for the good of the many.
History
Josah has a rather short-lived history, that will be touched upon later. The true starting point, however, is with Other Josah. In his life, he was a powerful wizard. He was born in a small cabin in a rather quaint forest. His parents knew, from birth, what he was. And so they kept him working. Toiling away at farming, or log-cutting, or various other menial tasks. Looking back, he remains unsure as to whether his father was trying to keep him off his game, or actually kill him. It wasn't until he turned thirteen that he truly became aware of his true nature.
His father had been yelling at him, lecturing him about something he'd supposedly done wrong. He'd made a mistake in his measurements, or something similar, and as such they would have an inadequate amount of firewood for the day's sales. It had just... made him so mad. In that moment, he lost it. He wanted to hurt his father. He wasn't even sure why. He just... wanted to hurt him, wanted to stop the yelling. Most children his age would lash out with words. The rare child would lash out with their fists. Other Josah...
Other Josah would lash out with magic. He yelled for his father to, as he recalls, 'be silent'. The skies went dark at this point, thunder and lightning broiling within the clouds. The wind picked up, Other Josah's glare quickly evaporating. He would remember this moment as a hallmark of his life for years to come. First, he discovered he had magic. Secondly? His father never yelled at him again after that day.
The temptation to abuse his powers was hard to fight. Perhaps this is why, not but a year after his first outburst, his family was visited by a group of monks. They told his parents, and him, that he had a great gift, the likes of which had not been seen in ages. They promised that they could teach him control, and how to properly wield it. His parents didn't fight too hard for him. They were afraid of him. Everyone he'd ever encountered in his life had been afraid of him, but his parents' fear... that stung the worst.
He was unruly at first. He fought his teachers at every term, usually metaphorically, but sometimes... literally. But he lacked control, he lacked focus. His attempt to bring a bolt of lightning down upon a scolding instructor instead lit a nearby tree on fire. He paid closer attention after that.
At the ripe age of twenty one, he was free to go. He was told there was nothing more he could be taught. And oh, he had learned much. He had learned not only the ways of his magic, but also of the other creatures that resided within his realm. Demons they'd been called. From the description provided, they would be drawn to him like moths to the flame. It was his gift. It was a loud gift, he was told. One that could be heard by many, far and wide, unless he kept constant vigilance on it.
And so, he left. Into the world, he lived the next few years of his life as a nomad. He wandered, meeting new people, dispelling the occasional demon. He earned quite a reputation in his world. As such, he was one day approached by the monks that had once taken him in, had once been his family. A demon, Hi'ar Pue'rtagero, was causing trouble in a nearby village. He was warned that this wasn't one of the standard-issue demons he'd been dealing with. He was told that he was the only one that could stop him. And so he fought.
A mighty battle it was. In the end, he could not kill Hi'ar. Simply banish him. He would return, and Josah couldn't even be sure when. He was left fatally wounded. As he lay dying, he saw before him a face. The face of the monk whom had come to gather him from his parents. The monk that had been, essentially, his father. He was told he would be needed again, some day. And that he would be summoned. And then, it all faded to black...
Josah has many memories. He remembers his high school crush. He remembers his loving parents. He even remembers the one time his father scolded him for making an error in his measurements for a stunt, and ending up with a scraped knee. None of them are real, however. Not that he knows this.
He was made, so to speak. He was created as a vessel for Other Josah. What his creator didn't expect, though, was that what he had made was not simple flesh and bone. An error occurred in the spellcasting. Josah earned a soul, his own personality. His false memories would normally have shaped this personality. But rather, he shaped them. This, combined with his time spent dead, has driven Other Josah... slightly insane.
Other: BAM, AND THE REVAMP IS DONE
Picture: N/A
