Post by john on May 30, 2011 21:52:56 GMT -5
<John Estevens Mason>
Full Name- John Estevens Mason
Nicknames- None
Gender- Male
Occupation- Former Special Forces Weapons Sergeant
Age- 34
Date of Birth- Second of February of 1977
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Brooklyn
Faction- Civilian
Celebrity Claim- Gerard Butler
What should we call you?- John
Play anyone else?- Not currently
Have You Read the Rules?- Zombies, man. They creep me out. Like seriously...
Personality-
John is the kind of man who keeps his cool in any given situation, it’s not an easy feat to enrage him or drive him to make a rushed action. That isn’t to say that his demeaning isn’t somewhat feral like at times of duress, he’s a difficult man to read at any rate. Like any normal human being he’s capable of the worst and the best, constantly battling with his own survival instincts for the good of others. He’s over protective of children even though he has no skills in handling them, he just doesn’t know how to deal with them. The constant struggles he’s been put through has made him somewhat numb at times, casualties in the midst of chaos and warfare are something that doesn’t bother him as much as it should.
As far as he’s concerned everyone dies, only the circumstances vary but in the end everyone will go to the grave. Most people who have fought alongside him would probably describe him as noble, even going as far as labelling him as a hero but he doesn’t consider that label just and fair. Every Military personnel has gone through similar situations very much like himself, some losing their lives to protect their comrades while he still lives. He’s more of a loner than anything else, someone who accepted solo operations with great ease since he wouldn’t be responsible for anyone’s health. The fact of the matter is that even though he accepts casualties rather well, he never liked the idea of having to look out for anyone else other than him.
Mason considers himself to be above everything else a complicated man, he never really found himself during his life. First he disliked the way of life his father had, then he accepted it and actually embraced it. Then as every pieces of the puzzle were coming together he decided that the path he had chosen was not right for him. This all confused him to no end, he knew not what the hell he should do in the slightest. Basically nowadays John is someone cold in demeanour, unsure of his future and deprived of real joy in his life. The man has a void he can’t fill, a void which he tried filling ever since he was a child but never got to it. Most would simply say that he’s just like so many other people out there in the world, that have no idea of what they should do about their lives. In his case, this is rather true. One thing should be said however, this man was trained to survive through whatever means necessary and that’s what he will do, one way or the other.
Likes-
- Collecting weapons.
- Children and family ideals.
- Helping those he deems worthy of being helped.
Dislikes-
- Obnoxious and rude people.
- Being a failure at life, the way he sees it.
- Being on his own, not having anyone that relies on him.
Strengths-
- Cool head in any given situation
- Quite fit and agile
- Tactical awareness
Weaknesses-
- Very poor social skills
- Prefers to work alone
- Stubborn
Skills-
- Advanced Training in various Military Combat forms
- Weapons Specialist
- Survival skills
Flaws-
- Likes to smoke a little more than he should.
- Depressive attitude about life the way he sees it.
- Very callous and blunt, too bloody honest.
Hair- Light brown, somewhat short and quite messy, this is a man who doesn’t comb a second at any day. Once he left the Military service he begun to let his beard grow quite a bit, so tired that he was of shaving it every single day.
Eye Color- Blue
Race- Caucasian
Physique- Athletic
Height- 5,97 ft – 1,82 meters.
Weight- 187,39 lbs – 85 kg.
Birthplace- Raleigh, North Carolina.
Mother- Mariana Pedroto Estevens. Died in a car crash, born in Portugal.
Father- Marcus Mason. Died in a car crash.
Siblings- None
Other- None
History-
This man was born in Raleigh, North Carolina on the second of February of 1977, son of Marcus Mason and Mariana Pedroto Estevens. John’s father was in fact a Military career man which in return would make the infant what is usually known as a Military brat. This is not a derogatory term however, it just symbolizes the type of childhood that Estevens has gone through. He might have been born on Raleigh, but in fact he hasn’t spent that much time in his ‘home town’. This was due to his father’s career, Marcus was deployed in various U.S. Military bases around the world on a constant basis. Over the years John met many people, seen many places and learned many things about the world as a whole. As with most kids, he absorbed information around him like a sponge even though as time progressed he either forgot or simply dismissed much of what he has seen during his child years.
When he reached his teen’s problems arose due to the way he was raised, often becoming disillusioned with all the moving and not settling down once. Real relationships were tough to come by, since when he finally started feeling attached to someone the family usually moved away to some other place around the globe. It was hard for him to understand at first why they had to move the entire time, although as he aged even further he began getting glimpses of why this had to be done. His father was training men for the Military, people whose sole purpose was to protect others and their country through whatever means necessary. It started to sink in that perhaps everything he had gone through had a purpose, a real purpose. He never thought himself to be destined to become like his father, in no way, shape or form. But perhaps what Marcus did had a higher purpose, it was a noble way of living his life.
No one would be telling the truth if they said problems just vaporized as he matured, they were always there. After all John was a human being then, still is. Nevertheless he did grow into a fine young man, with strong morals and a good heart. In time he himself joined the U.S. Military much to his mother’s chagrin and displeasure. Mariana didn’t wish his child to ever do such a thing, despite loving her husband she detested knowing he could be sent overseas to battle in some God forsaken war. It was with great struggle that she managed to accept her son’s choice of joining the Army, but regardless she did. The young Mason loved everything about it, he himself was a very physical person even at a young age so it suited him just fine. The only thing he frowned at were all the verbal assaults he went through, that brainwashing one usually undergoes when in Boot Camp.
Things went according to plan in his mind, he managed to pass everything the Drill Sergeants threw at him. He wasn’t perfect of course, but he still managed. Yet he wasn’t satisfied, he wanted to be the very best he could be so he decided to apply for the Special Forces branch of the Military. There he underwent many rigorous and strict training protocols and procedures, like going through Infantry School, Army Airborne School and once he graduated from the last one he was able to join the Special Operations Preparation Course at Fort Bragg. The course didn’t guarantee that he’d pass the Special Forces Assessment/Assignment and Selection of course, but it would certainly help. Long story short he got exactly what he wanted, eventually becoming a part of the U.S. Special Forces as a SF Weapons Sergeant.
It took him a long while to actually get to be one of them, each training course taking a minimum of three weeks, no less. At the end of it he was glad that it was all over, but at the same time he knew things would only get harder and harder. Years of service rolled by, recognition from his comrades and his superiors being earned through blood and hardship. He became fluent in a few Middle Eastern languages, some of them being more dialects than anything else really. But with time he grew distant and once again disillusioned with what he was doing, he had no real life to speak of. Most of his friends were fighting for real and palpable things, to protect their family, their loved ones while he had no one to fight for. The fact is, he could only relate to the people he regularly spent time with, those being soldiers just like him.
Always with a knack for blowing things with women, not knowing what to say or when to say it, it was hard for him. What he most wanted was a family of his own, a wife, children and he had nothing to show. He had been so focused in his career that he sidelined everything else, just like his mother had predicted for him once she started seeing the changes he gone through with every time he got back from a tour. Still he remained with the Military for a few years before realizing he had to leave his old friends behind. It was only when his parents died in a car crash that he finally delivered his resignation from the Special Forces, leaving his old life once and for all. He wasn’t devastated with their loss as he probably should have been, but having seen so many deaths and mayhem had numbed him considerably. Selling everything his parents had left him in their will, he headed out to New York since it was the only place he saw himself being at.
He had been there a couple of times, instantly taking a liking to the city that never slept. John moved to Brooklyn due to its social and ethnic variety, he liked to see people with different cultures living together for some odd reason. It was there that he bought an underground basement, remodelling and reshaping everything to his use. It suited him just fine, he had never liked apartments or anything of the sort. Being underground gave him plenty of space and let’s face it, it was much cheaper than a condo. Mason was the sort of man who liked to have everything around him, at an arm’s reach so that spacious living area was the perfect place to settle in. He still hadn’t found a job nor did anything worth mentioning when everything turned to shit.
Reports of people attacking each other were all over the news, people were hysterical and he could hear the screams outside of his reinforced steel door. Apparently he ran away from war and conflict, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t follow him.
Anything else?-
Sample RP-
People sometimes forget what they’re supposed to do, this was the case with the former Special Forces operative known as John Mason. He had moved not long ago to New York, after doing some drastic work on what would become his home. This was a city plagued with crime, decay and profanity at nearly every street corner. One would only have to look hard enough to see it really. At least that was how John felt most of the time, wandering through the city just looking at people. Wondering what they did for a living, if they had families to go to at night and if so why the fuck were they trying to pick up some random hooker. These were the ‘lucky’ ones, while he felt empty inside unknowing of how to feel whole.
There he stood idly sitting on a bench in some park he really couldn’t remember the name of, casually dressed in a white and black outfit. An empty look on his eyes as he looked around him, the laughter of children playing in the background which made him smile on occasion. Sometimes he imagined himself being just like everyone else, making a connection with a real person. He looked up towards the fiery sun that bathed his face and closed his eyes, just picturing it. “I’ve been coming here every day for the last seven years, always sitting at this bench young man,” an old woman’s voice echoed in his ears. He looked towards her, baffled at why exactly was she telling him that. “Excuse me, madam?” he replied instantly with a shaky voice. He really wasn’t expecting anyone to speak with him, New Yorkers usually kept to themselves from what he could gather.
“I said that I’ve come to sit at this bench for the last seven years, are you deaf?” the odd looking older woman inquired quite enthusiastically. “No...I’m not, but why are you telling me that?” his tone becoming firmer and to the point. “Because you’re hogging the entire bench with those stretched arms, now let an old woman take a seat will ya?” the lady asked rather rhetorically as she began to take a seat, noticing the way he crossed his arms defensively. “Are you gay?” she asked quite loudly, even earning them a few stares from those who walked by them. John simply gasped, not knowing how to respond without being a total jackass. “No...” he stated quite drily looking away, hoping that would be the end of it.
“You certainly look gay crossing your arms like that, I’m a gorgeous woman mind you! That’s what my husband used to say every day and he was damn right... Young people... You’ll be the end of America,” the response given by the older woman made Mason frown in displeasure, she was either a lunatic or just incredibly rude. “Why don’t you keep the bench all to yourself!” he told her rather harshly as he stood up and walked away. “What’s wrong with these people?” he wondered as he stepped through the pavement.