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[Westley]

Johnathon

let's start with the basics

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]name ::

Johnathon Valentino. Social number 387-70-1142.

nicknames ::

”Valentino” or “Doc”.

age ::

48.

birthday ::

April 5th, [Date to be determined].

hometown ::

Erebus Mons, Mars.

address ::

Elysium, Calisto; a vigilante colony near Jupiter.

occupation ::

I run a cheap clinic in Elysium, treating vigilantes, vagabonds, and anyone else in need.
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don't dare try to judge me

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]but let me tell you what i look like ::

6'2”, 258lbs., muscular build with mechanical arms; powered by hydraulics, fueled and pumped by my heart. Green, milky eyes often hidden behind polarized sunglasses. High and tight, clean cut black hair with streaks of grey throughout, framing weathered facial features indicative of an experienced life. I'm normally wearing a sleeveless shirt, a lab coat, cargo pants, and polished combat boots; each piece usually tattered or dirty, save for the boots that have served me well. There's a tattoo over my heart signifying the 3rd Division 136th Marines of the UAMMC, (United Alliance of Martian Marine Corps.) or “The Mad Ghosts”.
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that's just the way it is

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]i really like ::

Rain, old, paper-back books, low-atmospheric environments, burnt coffee, gardening, foot massages, clean tools, sweet food, cheap wine, and gentle breezes.

but i don't like ::

Sandstorms, bitter or spicy food, high-gravity environments, pitch-black rooms, numbers bigger than twenty, computers, "yes-men", closed-minded folks, unnecesary drama, nightmares.

i rock at ::

Tactical efficiency, cleaning, emergency triage and treatment, and working in high-stress environments.

but i can't seem to ::

Swim, handle boredom for extended periods of time, unnecesarily hurt an innocent, attach emotionally to others, and do complex math.

i am afraid of ::

Dark, confined spaces, getting shot, and drowning.

you know i'm not normal ::

I'm a chain-smoking insomniac, normally found in my room reading a book or tending to my plants.

i think i like ::

Women. Pretty sure about that.

so if you want me ::

Allison had the most intense blue eyes, especially when she was standing up to someone. And she sure knew how to wear those combat boots..

but never ever ::

Anyone who goes through life taking orders without a second thought will find themselves in a bad place.

everyone has secrets ::

I can't sleep because of the nightmares. I'm not proud of what I did back in Ausonia.

someday i'm gonna ::

Erase my history, claim a new identity, and live an honest life on Earth, where it rains all the time. I hope to raise the funds I'd need to open a library in Allison's honor one day. Not to mention continue my own work at a clinic where I can keep helping those in need. Maybe one day I can make amends.

if i had to sum it all up ::

personality here, at least two paragraphs.
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where i'm comin' from

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]my mother is ::

Artemis Valentino, currently 68, a strong-willed woman who prided herself on her art and library of classical tomes.

my father is ::

Orientis Valentino, currently 82, a weathered man who spends time working the family farm. A hardened, traditional guy who believes in character and a good day's work.

i was born in ::

Erebus Mons, Mars

i'll always remember when ::

My father came home from the mines and said, “One day, boy, you'll know what it's like to work this hard, and when that day comes, I hope you understand how good a foot massage would feel right now.” That quote stuck with me forever.

if i had to write an essay ::

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Born in a mining town on Mars; Johnathon spent most of his time growing up learning the family business: zeeno mining. While his mother always supported his gentler and more creative aspirations, but his father wouldn't have his son growing up to be a sissy. Through the mixed signals, Johnathon quickly understood that people had different perspectives and learned to adapt. While he lived to please his father's expectations, he took to his mother's respect for life and knowledge.

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After a few years of working in the mine, Johnathon's 18th birthday came along and he was drafted for the UAMMC and fought in what would later be known as the Martian Civil Wars. While in the service, he met Allison Bengetti, a rebellious young woman that served alongside him on the front lines. During an incident somewhere on the 23rd parallel, Allison died in a rebel ambush. Crushed, his emotional output dead, and a new fear of attaching himself to others, Johnathon began his cold rise to Captain of the 136th Infantry batallion. Answering only to his commander, he grew to like being second-in-command until he was ordered to take Ausonia, a peaceful town rumoured to be home to a key member of the resistance. There, unsuspecting families were torn apart and Johnathon himself was given the direct command to kill innocents in order to obtain the whereabouts of the high-priority target; in particular, a young woman who resisted, reminding him of Allison.

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Johnathon was unable to bear with the moral battle swelling deep within, and underwent a voluntary prosthetic replacement procedure, removing the arms that could do such horrible things, and replacing them with the cold, stainless steel protrusions that currently decorate his shoulders. In a desperate act of atonement, he pleaded to be transferred out of his unit, and to instead work on the front lines as a battle medic. When his request was denied, he took the first ship off Mars and found himself AWOL in a refugee colony, home to the solar system's poor and weary. His new company included anyone and everyone from the vagabonds that could never stay on one planet for too long, to the criminals who were tired of running and just wanted to settle down. In such a place, anyone would see their fair share of brawls, disease, and unfortunate accidents. Fortunately, Johnathon was there to help. Using the experience he gained in the military and a copy of Gray's Anatomy his mother got him for his 11th birthday (when young children entertained the idea of becoming anything from an artist to a doctor), he spent the next 10 years practicing medicine.

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While running his own in-home clinic was satisfying, Johnathon's curiosity towards a pirate's life grew exponentially as patients day in and day out shared stories of the golden days. They always mentioned a doctor would have been a great boon to the business that too often saw it's employees die from otherwise treatable wounds or diseases. Finally affirming himself this was a good time to branch out, he decided to look for a crew needing his medical expertise.
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the face behind the curtain

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]hi i am ::

Chris.

and i am ::

19.

you should contact me by ::

skype at: piratadelibertad; email at: [e-mail]

and i know the code ::

rainbow sparkles

let me show you my skills ::

at least two paragraphs of example rping
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[Westley]

abilities

sometimes we do things right

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]Doctor :: 6 ::

On his 11th birthday, Johnathon received a copy of Gray's Anatomy from his mother. Though casually skimmed over in the following 27 years, this particular book became the center of his attention when he left Mars and opened a small, in-home clinic on Elysium. Through basic emergency medical training in the corps. and rigorous study of his tome, Johnathon's nickname quickly changed from the cold "Capt. Valentino" to the endearing "Doc". More than ten years of medical practice has honed his skill to an art of precision. However, as with any art, there is always room for improvement.
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[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]Leadership :: 5 ::

There is a science to fitting into a chain of command. Knowing when to salute and when to bark orders is a valuable bit of knowledge when one spends almost twenty years in the military, and Johnathon learned very quickly. He's fine with taking orders from a leader he can respect, but has a firm understanding of how to get a group of bums on task. When the call to action comes, he won't be afraid to use his resources as efficiently as possible to get the job done.
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sometimes, we do them wrong

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]Mechanical arms :: 5 ::

Ten years after opting for prosthetic surgery, Johnathon has come close to forgetting his arms are even fake. Powered by an intricate system of hydraulics, gears, and blood pumping from his own heart, these stainless steel arms come equipped with multiple contraptions storing vital tools in his practice. Scalpels, retractors, and a bone saw are among the tools attached to a spring-loaded contraption of gears operating similarly to a Swiss army knife. Doing many intense surgeries by himself, he's found it optimal to keep a sufficient amount of signature tools in each arm, never knowing when an extra retractor might save someone's life. All of this into account, his arms are actually a bit more fragile than one might assume. Leaving room for tools and the detailed cable work within the confines of the structures, the stainless steel can only support so much weight. While he was given the exact amount of Newtons the prosthetic limbs could hold before the procedure, he thought it best to just avoid anything over 200 lbs. by himself.
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[Nic!]

pending!

here's why!

I'm totally ready to approve this, but you need re-post this from Johnathon's account. Good job Westley!