Post by Jacinto Palomo on May 30, 2013 19:30:10 GMT -5
Basics
Full Name: Jacinto Palomo Alejos
Nickname: Jace, "Azúcar"
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Date of Birth: June 10, 1983
Orientation: Homosexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: Dominican American
Birthplace/Place of origin: New York City, New York, USA - northern side of Staten Island
Appearance
Play-by: Victor Rasuk
Hair: Black and naturally wavy at long lengths. Usually kept short into a faux hawk, skin fade or simple fade on the sides. There is always a bit of mousse or gel applied, depending on the style he chooses for the day.
Eyes: Dark brown
Physical built: 5'7", ~150 lbs, athletic, lean build. He has the typical build of a dancer or gymnast, which makes plenty of sense considering the former is his civilian career choice.
Markings/tattoos/piercings: Multicolored tattoo of a dove leaving a birdcage, in hues of indigo, grey and blue, flying upwards. It covers all of his shoulder blades.
Clothing style: Urban and form-fitting. He typically wears T-shirts, polos, and V-necks for the upper body, jeans or shorts for the lower half. As for shoes, depends on the scene, but you can typically see him in stylish tennis shoes or basketball sneakers in bright colors. The symbol of the Aer clan is always stitched into the right sleeve of his shirts, or if sleeves are missing, on the shoulder.
Anything else: You can bet Jacinto always has his weapon of choice, knives, on hand. Particularly ones that he can throw from a long distance. They are almost always hidden from view, sometimes at his belt, sometimes underneath his pant legs. The blades are always of varying lengths, the longest being an actual wielded blade that resembles a kodachi. However, be aware that he is not ALWAYS carrying the "kodachi," as it tends to be fairly obvious.
Clan
Clan: Aer
Elementalist: Yes
Rank: Knight
Power Level: Level 4 (Master): Somewhere around the beginning of Master level
Allegiance: Despite his mischievous and sometimes insubordinate demeanor when dealing with members of his clan, Jacinto is deeply spiritual and has a devout faith in Seiryuu, the Azure Dragon. He prays often in moments of desperation or fear, and moreso, when he simply feels like he needs the strength of another. Long story short of it, his spirituality is something he takes very seriously. As for his clan, well, that's why he's a Knight. He has gone (and will continue to go) to bizarre lengths to defend his clan. Blood, sweat, and tears, he'd give it all to them and more.
Information Dump
Interests: Dancing, desserts, training, and just about any new experience
Job/Employment/Student: Jacinto is a Knight before anything, but when money is short for some reason or another, he is also a certified dance instructor. He specializes in hip hop and more urban, freestyle dances.
Fears/phobias: Jacinto has severe, actual claustrophobia due to multiple past traumatic experiences. He also has a strong distaste for the current interclan relationships in general and fears a true war amongst all of the elementalists.
Talents: Jacinto's primary talent would be his dancing, which he has sharpened to the point where he uses it in everything he does--including battle and training. Grace and flow defines each move, so when one is battling with this one, it's not just a clash of techniques and weapons. It's a performance.
He also happens to be a quick learner, which helped him not only become a Master of Aer but also fluent in both Spanish and English.
Other: The nickname Azúcar came from his friends throughout the years, as they noticed that their Aer Knight buddy had a certain addiction that he had to keep under control. He believes he also received the nickname, because he's a sweet, caring guy...most of the time.
Personality: A true being of Aer, Jacinto is a flighty, carefree, and gentle-natured creature with an unshakable belief that he can accomplish anything he sets his clever little mind to. Almost 30 years old now, Jace has never stopped being a kid at heart. At least in some ways. He is the oldest of four other siblings, coming from a house that was really just subsidized suburban housing. It wasn't the greatest, but two things continued to motivate the boy until he became a man: faith and family. He helped raise his three sisters and brother because his mother was a rather frail woman, so life had its tough moments. But he was their parent and big brother, constantly teasing them and picking on them while fixing their supper just the same. He's like that with just about anyone, though. He has a strong paternal streak, and makes a habit out of being protective of innocent people, regardless of their clan affiliation, and is a true blue kind and caring type all the way through. However, he also makes a joke about almost anything, and he laughs at even the most dire situations. While most people panic in emergencies, Jace is that one guy in the group cracking a joke at inappropriate times. In laughter, he finds security, and it's much better than screaming your head off, right? Well, it doesn't always work in his favor. Jace makes a bad habit of cracking jokes at his superiors, and he has had to face a few disciplinary whacks on the back for his behavior multiple times throughout the years. Only Jace has gotten away with calling the Aer Clan Head "Grandpa" more than once.
Jace is also sort of childish in how he thinks, as he can be particularly creative and quick-witted. He doesn't see things in strict conventional ways, and he likes to be risky just for the sake of being risky. He prefers to do things in new ways just to see what happens--perhaps just to spark a reaction out of someone else. On the other side of the coin, one could easily say that he's very easily distracted and hard to really bring "down to earth," because he is constantly concocting new ideas and plans for the day. He hates schedules, patterns, and strict regiments of order and balance. He is ever the free spirit, refusing to chained down. So, he might be dependable and would be there to protect your back for sure, but if he said he's going to meet you at 11:00, that probably means 11:30...or 12:00...But he'll be there, promise!
The only time someone might ever see Jace be radically different than his usual silly self is when he is upset or in a serious battle. He suddenly becomes cold, lofty, and difficult to reach--as his focus is solely in the moment. He takes every aspect of war very seriously and fears for the safety of his clan and the innocent civilians of his clan and others that are getting involved. He dislikes it all really and hates that the clans fight, but that adrenaline rush is unforgettable...and that, he wouldn't trade for the world.
History: Jacinto Palomo Alejos was born to Marisol Alejos, a professor of ornithology and civilian Aer practitioner, and Ricardo Palomo, one of the Aer Clan bodyguards. The two moved to New York with the majority of their close relatives from the Dominican Republic after years of interclan wars on the south side of the Island. Jace was born some years after their move. At first, life was fairly stable, and like any young boy, Jace idolized his father. He mimicked all of his father's clothes choices, his idiosyncrasies... His mother used to laugh about it and call him 'Papito' because of the similarity between Jace and his father. The two used to play baseball in Ricardo's downtime; really, it was the perfect image of a family life. But then...something awful happened. After a particularly nasty incident with a Terran Knight, in which Ricardo was rendered pretty useless by powerful Earth techniques, the Knight threatened to come after his family. And he did within that same week. A sadistic man, he tortured Marisol and her children, forcing Ricardo to watch for an entire night. Jacinto, for example, was stuck in a crevice created by a small quake, with barely enough room to breathe, let alone move. Fortunately, an Aer Knight and Keepers saved the family from prolonged horrors, but Jacinto was never quite the same since then. Nor was anyone else in the family. His mother became very anxious and hypervigilant, turned from a courageous, stubborn woman to someone very frail and meek. And Jacinto had to make up for her moments of indecision and fear as he grew older.
However, Jacinto took that Terran Knight's actions as a challenge to his family and his faith, and in reply, he chose to take his Elementalist studies more seriously. He became very motivated to train when his powers awoke at age 14, studying voraciously in school as well as practicing with both his mother and father. He even went so far as to train under a small Aer gang, joining other like-minded teenagers and young adults. To Aerrians, they were a vigilante group, calling themselves the Guardian Winds, and they took it upon themselves to administer 'justice' throughout the New York neighborhoods. Each member had to get a tattoo to mark themselves, and so there Jace was getting a tattoo at 16 behind his parents' backs (not to their pleasure, I assure you). To Terrans, however, this group was a pack of good-for-nothings. In truth, they did street performances mocking Terrans, vandalized Terran property of those who had gotten away with violence against Aerrians, even did so much as risk their lives to "scout" for activity in Terran borders where some Aerrians may be living or using. Although Jacinto loved his work with them, his parents urged him to not waste his life with a gang and find himself 'a real job as a Keeper.' He learned his lesson after being jailed by an Aerrian keeper with the rest of his crew, ironically, some weeks after for 'civil disobedience on clan borders.' He was in jail for a few months before being released.
At age 19, Jacinto followed in his mother's footsteps and decided to go to school for the study of birds. But science was definitely not the ideal career for him, and his flighty attention span wouldn't hold for those biology labs. He flipped majors around for a month or two before he settled into dance, and it was here that he found his passion. He continued to hone his battle skills and elementalist studies, paying for lessons from a more private, selective tutor. And in his free time? One could find the boy in the Temple of Seiryuu, contemplating, wondering, but never ever remaining still for much too long.
After receiving his degree in dance, he became a certified dance instructor and taught lessons. But he found that life as a teacher just wasn't exciting enough for him by itself. He decided, instead, to go with his parents' original suggestion and set his goals on becoming a Keeper. He scheduled himself during the evaluation and ended up doing quite stunning, but his rank was, at first, very low on the totem pole due to his past actions. Nonetheless, Jace proved himself to be very capable and passionate in his job, and some years later at age 26, he became a member of the Aerrian Knights. His first mission he ever received was in South Africa--as Jace at the time had mastered Southern winds--and he spent a couple years in Africa before returning to New York.
For the time being, he has remained fairly busy, often assisting the Keepers, but he is ever focused on continuing to hone his abilities and be the best he can be. Time has matured him, easing out of his hatred for Terrans. He has adopted a more universal, pacifistic view when it comes to Elementalists, largely due to his experiences in South Africa in which elementalists were less focused on clan differences. And more importantly, a secret he won't tell anyone, he made a friend out of a Terran and Aquarion there, ...and to work as a team with them and be of different clans? He'll never forget that experience that bound them together.
Roleplay
Other characters: Nope.
Referred: No referral. Just RPG-directory <3
Sample: His chest heaved. Several footsteps behind him scuffed against raw earth where grass had been scorched to useless. It once had been beautiful, this hill above the forest of diverse flora and fauna, before it had been warped into a battleground for clan wars. The beautiful landscape also happened to be a contested area as a boundary for Terrans, Aquarions, and Aerrians on the edges of South Africa. The man found himself looking toward the sky, that bright blue expanse where cirrus clouds and large birds were free. But there he was below, in a world war neverending. The young man named Jacinto sighed. He was at the front of the lines with them, these people who were not his, fighting together with them. They were running, all of them Knights, fighting to run towards higher ground. Some Aquarion, some Terran, and he was the lone Aerrian. Their clan symbols were like little strobe lights, multicolored patches on their shoulders, screaming 'Here I am, here I am!' to their enemies below. But if they could reach the top of what seemed to be a small mountain, perhaps they would be alright. At least, that's what he hoped.
"Jace! Watch out!" He heard one of his teammates scream, as a jagged, square stone the size of two people came flying right at them. Without even a moment wasted, Jace did what he did best. He let himself go to the winds, letting them shoot him up into the air like a launched torpedo... falling softly back some feet near the summit of that hill. Right where he had stood only seconds before, crumbled the remains of his enemy's last attempt to crush him. His teammates shook their heads in disbelief, as they all wheezed and gathered their breaths to meet their opponents down below, standing triumphant atop that hill. Jace only smiled, however, sweat dripping from his face,...that giant, cheesy grin was what he offered his comrades in that moment. "Not bad, right? Really, I should've just flew my way up this damned thing. But I needed my cardio in for the night, if that's not too much of a problem."
The younger Aquarion woman, a traditionally dressed woman named Alala, snorted, "Jace, really, this isn't the time to joke."
But Jace continued to smile, finally taking in a deep breath as he gained some control over his lungs. "Naw, Alala, I know. But you gotta laugh about something. Or else we'd be crying all the time, dealing with this." He didn't wait for the more disgruntled Terran to give his quip on the situation, so Jace let the wind flow again and lifted himself into the air, levitating just long enough to lay eyes on the Knights and Bodyguards that were crawling up to meet them. He fell back gracefully to the earth below and nodded curtly. "Looks like it's gonna be a 'field day' when they get up here! Better be prepared!"
"We will be," grumbled the Terran, a bald, dark man named Chibuzo, as he grabbed for his trusty rifle.
"Yeah..." Jace replied, but as he grabbed for the knives, one by one, tucked in the leather bandolier at his waist, he whispered, "Oh Lord Seiryuu, hear my prayers...I have only you to guide my hand. Let not hatred cloud my heart or pride blind my eyes, let only justice be the wind to carry me right now. This I pray." Frantic whispers left his lips one by one. He heard the battlecries screaming from below.
The knives began to slip from his hands, one by one. His allies lifted their weapons. Gunshots. The sound of a man dying.
Those birds and clouds moved freely. But he? He was below, in a world war neverending.
Full Name: Jacinto Palomo Alejos
Nickname: Jace, "Azúcar"
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Date of Birth: June 10, 1983
Orientation: Homosexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: Dominican American
Birthplace/Place of origin: New York City, New York, USA - northern side of Staten Island
Appearance
Play-by: Victor Rasuk
Hair: Black and naturally wavy at long lengths. Usually kept short into a faux hawk, skin fade or simple fade on the sides. There is always a bit of mousse or gel applied, depending on the style he chooses for the day.
Eyes: Dark brown
Physical built: 5'7", ~150 lbs, athletic, lean build. He has the typical build of a dancer or gymnast, which makes plenty of sense considering the former is his civilian career choice.
Markings/tattoos/piercings: Multicolored tattoo of a dove leaving a birdcage, in hues of indigo, grey and blue, flying upwards. It covers all of his shoulder blades.
Clothing style: Urban and form-fitting. He typically wears T-shirts, polos, and V-necks for the upper body, jeans or shorts for the lower half. As for shoes, depends on the scene, but you can typically see him in stylish tennis shoes or basketball sneakers in bright colors. The symbol of the Aer clan is always stitched into the right sleeve of his shirts, or if sleeves are missing, on the shoulder.
Anything else: You can bet Jacinto always has his weapon of choice, knives, on hand. Particularly ones that he can throw from a long distance. They are almost always hidden from view, sometimes at his belt, sometimes underneath his pant legs. The blades are always of varying lengths, the longest being an actual wielded blade that resembles a kodachi. However, be aware that he is not ALWAYS carrying the "kodachi," as it tends to be fairly obvious.
Clan
Clan: Aer
Elementalist: Yes
Rank: Knight
Power Level: Level 4 (Master): Somewhere around the beginning of Master level
Allegiance: Despite his mischievous and sometimes insubordinate demeanor when dealing with members of his clan, Jacinto is deeply spiritual and has a devout faith in Seiryuu, the Azure Dragon. He prays often in moments of desperation or fear, and moreso, when he simply feels like he needs the strength of another. Long story short of it, his spirituality is something he takes very seriously. As for his clan, well, that's why he's a Knight. He has gone (and will continue to go) to bizarre lengths to defend his clan. Blood, sweat, and tears, he'd give it all to them and more.
Information Dump
Interests: Dancing, desserts, training, and just about any new experience
Job/Employment/Student: Jacinto is a Knight before anything, but when money is short for some reason or another, he is also a certified dance instructor. He specializes in hip hop and more urban, freestyle dances.
Fears/phobias: Jacinto has severe, actual claustrophobia due to multiple past traumatic experiences. He also has a strong distaste for the current interclan relationships in general and fears a true war amongst all of the elementalists.
Talents: Jacinto's primary talent would be his dancing, which he has sharpened to the point where he uses it in everything he does--including battle and training. Grace and flow defines each move, so when one is battling with this one, it's not just a clash of techniques and weapons. It's a performance.
He also happens to be a quick learner, which helped him not only become a Master of Aer but also fluent in both Spanish and English.
Other: The nickname Azúcar came from his friends throughout the years, as they noticed that their Aer Knight buddy had a certain addiction that he had to keep under control. He believes he also received the nickname, because he's a sweet, caring guy...most of the time.
Personality: A true being of Aer, Jacinto is a flighty, carefree, and gentle-natured creature with an unshakable belief that he can accomplish anything he sets his clever little mind to. Almost 30 years old now, Jace has never stopped being a kid at heart. At least in some ways. He is the oldest of four other siblings, coming from a house that was really just subsidized suburban housing. It wasn't the greatest, but two things continued to motivate the boy until he became a man: faith and family. He helped raise his three sisters and brother because his mother was a rather frail woman, so life had its tough moments. But he was their parent and big brother, constantly teasing them and picking on them while fixing their supper just the same. He's like that with just about anyone, though. He has a strong paternal streak, and makes a habit out of being protective of innocent people, regardless of their clan affiliation, and is a true blue kind and caring type all the way through. However, he also makes a joke about almost anything, and he laughs at even the most dire situations. While most people panic in emergencies, Jace is that one guy in the group cracking a joke at inappropriate times. In laughter, he finds security, and it's much better than screaming your head off, right? Well, it doesn't always work in his favor. Jace makes a bad habit of cracking jokes at his superiors, and he has had to face a few disciplinary whacks on the back for his behavior multiple times throughout the years. Only Jace has gotten away with calling the Aer Clan Head "Grandpa" more than once.
Jace is also sort of childish in how he thinks, as he can be particularly creative and quick-witted. He doesn't see things in strict conventional ways, and he likes to be risky just for the sake of being risky. He prefers to do things in new ways just to see what happens--perhaps just to spark a reaction out of someone else. On the other side of the coin, one could easily say that he's very easily distracted and hard to really bring "down to earth," because he is constantly concocting new ideas and plans for the day. He hates schedules, patterns, and strict regiments of order and balance. He is ever the free spirit, refusing to chained down. So, he might be dependable and would be there to protect your back for sure, but if he said he's going to meet you at 11:00, that probably means 11:30...or 12:00...But he'll be there, promise!
The only time someone might ever see Jace be radically different than his usual silly self is when he is upset or in a serious battle. He suddenly becomes cold, lofty, and difficult to reach--as his focus is solely in the moment. He takes every aspect of war very seriously and fears for the safety of his clan and the innocent civilians of his clan and others that are getting involved. He dislikes it all really and hates that the clans fight, but that adrenaline rush is unforgettable...and that, he wouldn't trade for the world.
History: Jacinto Palomo Alejos was born to Marisol Alejos, a professor of ornithology and civilian Aer practitioner, and Ricardo Palomo, one of the Aer Clan bodyguards. The two moved to New York with the majority of their close relatives from the Dominican Republic after years of interclan wars on the south side of the Island. Jace was born some years after their move. At first, life was fairly stable, and like any young boy, Jace idolized his father. He mimicked all of his father's clothes choices, his idiosyncrasies... His mother used to laugh about it and call him 'Papito' because of the similarity between Jace and his father. The two used to play baseball in Ricardo's downtime; really, it was the perfect image of a family life. But then...something awful happened. After a particularly nasty incident with a Terran Knight, in which Ricardo was rendered pretty useless by powerful Earth techniques, the Knight threatened to come after his family. And he did within that same week. A sadistic man, he tortured Marisol and her children, forcing Ricardo to watch for an entire night. Jacinto, for example, was stuck in a crevice created by a small quake, with barely enough room to breathe, let alone move. Fortunately, an Aer Knight and Keepers saved the family from prolonged horrors, but Jacinto was never quite the same since then. Nor was anyone else in the family. His mother became very anxious and hypervigilant, turned from a courageous, stubborn woman to someone very frail and meek. And Jacinto had to make up for her moments of indecision and fear as he grew older.
However, Jacinto took that Terran Knight's actions as a challenge to his family and his faith, and in reply, he chose to take his Elementalist studies more seriously. He became very motivated to train when his powers awoke at age 14, studying voraciously in school as well as practicing with both his mother and father. He even went so far as to train under a small Aer gang, joining other like-minded teenagers and young adults. To Aerrians, they were a vigilante group, calling themselves the Guardian Winds, and they took it upon themselves to administer 'justice' throughout the New York neighborhoods. Each member had to get a tattoo to mark themselves, and so there Jace was getting a tattoo at 16 behind his parents' backs (not to their pleasure, I assure you). To Terrans, however, this group was a pack of good-for-nothings. In truth, they did street performances mocking Terrans, vandalized Terran property of those who had gotten away with violence against Aerrians, even did so much as risk their lives to "scout" for activity in Terran borders where some Aerrians may be living or using. Although Jacinto loved his work with them, his parents urged him to not waste his life with a gang and find himself 'a real job as a Keeper.' He learned his lesson after being jailed by an Aerrian keeper with the rest of his crew, ironically, some weeks after for 'civil disobedience on clan borders.' He was in jail for a few months before being released.
At age 19, Jacinto followed in his mother's footsteps and decided to go to school for the study of birds. But science was definitely not the ideal career for him, and his flighty attention span wouldn't hold for those biology labs. He flipped majors around for a month or two before he settled into dance, and it was here that he found his passion. He continued to hone his battle skills and elementalist studies, paying for lessons from a more private, selective tutor. And in his free time? One could find the boy in the Temple of Seiryuu, contemplating, wondering, but never ever remaining still for much too long.
After receiving his degree in dance, he became a certified dance instructor and taught lessons. But he found that life as a teacher just wasn't exciting enough for him by itself. He decided, instead, to go with his parents' original suggestion and set his goals on becoming a Keeper. He scheduled himself during the evaluation and ended up doing quite stunning, but his rank was, at first, very low on the totem pole due to his past actions. Nonetheless, Jace proved himself to be very capable and passionate in his job, and some years later at age 26, he became a member of the Aerrian Knights. His first mission he ever received was in South Africa--as Jace at the time had mastered Southern winds--and he spent a couple years in Africa before returning to New York.
For the time being, he has remained fairly busy, often assisting the Keepers, but he is ever focused on continuing to hone his abilities and be the best he can be. Time has matured him, easing out of his hatred for Terrans. He has adopted a more universal, pacifistic view when it comes to Elementalists, largely due to his experiences in South Africa in which elementalists were less focused on clan differences. And more importantly, a secret he won't tell anyone, he made a friend out of a Terran and Aquarion there, ...and to work as a team with them and be of different clans? He'll never forget that experience that bound them together.
Roleplay
Other characters: Nope.
Referred: No referral. Just RPG-directory <3
Sample: His chest heaved. Several footsteps behind him scuffed against raw earth where grass had been scorched to useless. It once had been beautiful, this hill above the forest of diverse flora and fauna, before it had been warped into a battleground for clan wars. The beautiful landscape also happened to be a contested area as a boundary for Terrans, Aquarions, and Aerrians on the edges of South Africa. The man found himself looking toward the sky, that bright blue expanse where cirrus clouds and large birds were free. But there he was below, in a world war neverending. The young man named Jacinto sighed. He was at the front of the lines with them, these people who were not his, fighting together with them. They were running, all of them Knights, fighting to run towards higher ground. Some Aquarion, some Terran, and he was the lone Aerrian. Their clan symbols were like little strobe lights, multicolored patches on their shoulders, screaming 'Here I am, here I am!' to their enemies below. But if they could reach the top of what seemed to be a small mountain, perhaps they would be alright. At least, that's what he hoped.
"Jace! Watch out!" He heard one of his teammates scream, as a jagged, square stone the size of two people came flying right at them. Without even a moment wasted, Jace did what he did best. He let himself go to the winds, letting them shoot him up into the air like a launched torpedo... falling softly back some feet near the summit of that hill. Right where he had stood only seconds before, crumbled the remains of his enemy's last attempt to crush him. His teammates shook their heads in disbelief, as they all wheezed and gathered their breaths to meet their opponents down below, standing triumphant atop that hill. Jace only smiled, however, sweat dripping from his face,...that giant, cheesy grin was what he offered his comrades in that moment. "Not bad, right? Really, I should've just flew my way up this damned thing. But I needed my cardio in for the night, if that's not too much of a problem."
The younger Aquarion woman, a traditionally dressed woman named Alala, snorted, "Jace, really, this isn't the time to joke."
But Jace continued to smile, finally taking in a deep breath as he gained some control over his lungs. "Naw, Alala, I know. But you gotta laugh about something. Or else we'd be crying all the time, dealing with this." He didn't wait for the more disgruntled Terran to give his quip on the situation, so Jace let the wind flow again and lifted himself into the air, levitating just long enough to lay eyes on the Knights and Bodyguards that were crawling up to meet them. He fell back gracefully to the earth below and nodded curtly. "Looks like it's gonna be a 'field day' when they get up here! Better be prepared!"
"We will be," grumbled the Terran, a bald, dark man named Chibuzo, as he grabbed for his trusty rifle.
"Yeah..." Jace replied, but as he grabbed for the knives, one by one, tucked in the leather bandolier at his waist, he whispered, "Oh Lord Seiryuu, hear my prayers...I have only you to guide my hand. Let not hatred cloud my heart or pride blind my eyes, let only justice be the wind to carry me right now. This I pray." Frantic whispers left his lips one by one. He heard the battlecries screaming from below.
The knives began to slip from his hands, one by one. His allies lifted their weapons. Gunshots. The sound of a man dying.
Those birds and clouds moved freely. But he? He was below, in a world war neverending.