John Byron [WIP]

[byron]

John 'Jacky' Byron Junior

" Yeah... well... I had a strong urge come over me, unable to control myself, I had to go and sleep as if a mystical force controlled me. "

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ALIAS Jacky Dual Fingers.

AGE 28.

GENDER Male.

SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

ETHNIC Caucasian.

FACTION Black Knights.

POSITION Lieutenant.

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PERSONALITY Byron, a man of many characters, most of them quirky and rather odd to the self perceived normal person. He has a habit of being exploitive, taking advantage of whatever loop hole there is. His persona is sometimes arrogant but most of the times, simply just carefree, a general slacker. Coming up with excuses at everything he doesn't do, which is a lot.

He often takes an opportunity to get out of things if it presents itself, and he can't be arsed about it, which makes it a general wonder how he managed to attain the rank of Lieutenant much less even become a soldier. His talents lies in wanting to finish things quickly, all because of his nature of wanting to get the heck out of places, and just take his leisure time.

His view on romance is simple, to be surrounded by hundreds of girls in self-adoration of his heroism that he helped liberated Japan, and his rugged good looks that he often believes himself to appear.

He is a casual and easy going type of guy, who has a Quixotic ambition to go on a quest for the impossible if he had the desire to, and save the day singlehandedly. Though most of the time, it falls short of that, and he achieves a lesser goal than doing one grand thing.

He is quite a cunning rascal too, always finding a way to amuse himself by playing pranks on friends and foes alike, get a laugh about it and just blame someone for it and get them into trouble.

Byron isn't exactly a fan of violence, or a fan of a lack of it. Simply something in between, but he isn't hesitant either about getting a bit dirty, though it'll simply bother him he actually HAD to resort to using these tactics. Not exactly a model humanitarian but as close as it gets in the battlefield

A slacker, a Quixotic buffoon, a sarcastic excuse maker and also a smart man surprisingly. The hidden sharp and witty type of person that has an intellect that'd be above average at most, but sadly his brain is mostly used to soak up information like 'Which place is the best place I could sleep at without my superiors noticing?' type of ideals. If anything, a capable mathematician despite his hatred of it.

ADORES

• Sleeping.
  
• Scotch whiskey.
  
• Hot spunky girls.
  

ABHORS

• Prisons.
  
• Being ordered around with LOTS of tasks to do.
  
• Being disturbed from his slumber.
  

SKILLED

• Sneaking.
  
• Solving puzzles.
  
• Sleeping in less than 20 seconds if arsed about it.
  
• Pretending to be awake (he wears sunglasses to fake that.)
  
• Cooking.
  
• Knowledgeable in flora and fauna.
  
• Picking locks.
  

FEARS

• Grizzly bears.
  
• Killer rabid squirrels.
  
• Super bombs.
  

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RELATIVES

• John Byron Sr - Father
  
• Janice Byron - Mother

HISTORY

Born in the Britannian ruled Papua New Guinea, in Tumble Swamp, not as a Britannian noble nor a subject citizen but as a son of an illegal immigrant from Great Britain, to the exiled Lord Protector of Ireland, amidst a tribal setting with an Aboriginal twist. Jacky grown up in darkness, namely in secrecy. The discovery of the Byron family meant they'll be deported off back to the EU where the family is exiled from, hence he is stateless in all regards. Britannia doesn't have much of a positive outlook on EU citizens, former or current.

Most of his education came from homeschooling, his rather scholarly mum had taught him about crafts of survival so he could help himself out, with her education about flora and fauna, and later came the teachings about how to speak in a fluent Britannian colonist's accent and attitudes to help him stay in this secrecy and feign being a Britannian full citizen.

His family much earlier mentioned were exiled for conspiracy against the British crown, which in turn was treason against the EU. The father had decided to sympathize with the Irish, who wanted their independence, and even made up a plot to pass along a resolution by the EU parliament in order for Ireland to be recognized globally as independent. This idea backfired once the British MI6 had found out about the plot, and due to the non-violent methods the father partaken in, they had instead stripped him of his Lordly title and exiled him to a Penal colony.

He later escaped from prison, and off to Papua New Guinea through usage of Swiss contacts, and stored up money. He had taken his yet-to-be-born child and the pregnant mum off deep within Britannian territories after crossing into Chinese territories.

The swamp was a forbidding place where it was dubbed an Aboriginal reservation, due to how Britannians disliked to see the faces of the natives, and it wasn't an unusual practice for them so to say. The best place to hide from Britannians was the reservation, but deeper into the Tumble swamp.

Growing up there had taught Jack how to sneak around, hunt, recognize what is poisonous and what isn't and make use of what little he had to the best effects. His father made sure to make his son useful despite his unusually self-developed laziness to which he cannot tell where it came from, even his mum didn't teach these non-Puritan ethics.

Time and time again being prompted to do things, years passed on as he lived a productive yet rather mundane existence, when Jack's dad had passed away, and his mum on her death bed and just about then passed on, he would find little reason to remain. Burying their remains in the cabin, making a coffin just for them and digging them in before giving his prayers, the stateless son left off to finally get into contact with civilization in his leather loin cloth, in his wanderlust. He finally lost all ties to the land which was a prison to him.

It wasn't pretty.

Civilization wasn't really what he expected, he just saw a bunch of up tight Britannians around, just in Papua New Guinea for the reason of game hunting, most of whom are nobility. Jacky's appearance wasn't exactly best received, some of those fantasy-dabbling Britannian prince thought that Jacky was a long-lost son of some important Britannian noble, and thought he was groomed by monkeys and had grown up just like Tarzan... which wasn't entirely true, all because of the loin cloth and the fact he came out of a jungle.

That Britannian royal prince ordered the guards to tranquilize Jacky, and take him to his estate. Without chance to explain, Jacky was tranquilized, captured and shipped off to the estate.

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