(Phew. Finally done with this thing. Hope it's up to standards. And lemme know if anything about the weapon seems iffy. Wasn't sure what would fly and what wouldn't.)
Basic info
Name: Frederick “Freddie” Tyler Morrison
Age: 27
Birthday: September 5th
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'0” (184 cm)
Weight: 163 lbs. (74 kg)
Face Claim: Sol Badguy, Guilty Gear
Stats
STR: 4
AGT: 3
SPD: 3
SPT: 2
Aura 130|170 HP
Personality
Group: Gadgeteers
Likes:
-Music: Freddie views music as the universal language, because anyone can pick up an instrument and convey their thoughts and feelings through sound, and have them be easily understood by listeners. He can usually be found listening to some tunes through a pair of headphones in his downtime.
-Janis' guitar: Freddie's only reminder of his girlfriend; an electric guitar with a blue-and-white body, designed for people that are left-hand dominant. He doesn't play (not well, at least), but he carries the instrument with him on his travels, since he has nothing else to remember Janis by.
-Tinkering: Freddie's most notable talent is undoubtedly his knack for being able to take parts from a scrapyard and use them to put together something new. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. His raison d'etre is weapons design and manufacture, though he dabbles in vehicle repair as well. It's not uncommon to find him sketching out a blueprint for a new design or tinkering with either his motorcycle or his sword.
-Slacking off: Intelligent though he may be, Freddie is the farthest thing from being a hard worker. He enjoys lazing about and procrastinating, and even when he is working, he cuts as many corners as he can conceivably get away with. “Never stand up when you can sit down, and never sit down when you can lie down” may as well be Freddie's unofficial motto.
Dislikes:
-Hard work: Freddie is not a fan of having to expend more energy than he needs to, in anything he does, whether it be his designs or his studies. As such, he hardly ever produces work that is anything more than average. The ur-example of Freddie's laziness is his sword; cobbled together, oddly shaped, with no cutting edge to speak of.
-Bitter foodstuffs: Freddie hates, hates hates hates hates HATES food and drinks with a bitter taste to them. Because of this, he cannot bring himself to drink coffee without dumping excessive amounts of sugar and cream into it, nor can he eat unsweetened chocolate. Olives are right out, too.
-Suicide: Ever since Janis killed herself, Freddie has become rather vocal about his distaste for suicide, as well as any other actions that could be construed as such. His feelings towards those who consider taking their own lives as an option are a mix between pity and disgust. He considers it downright cowardly, to be perfectly blunt. But at the same time, he's quick to extend a hand to people who feel there's no other way out of their situation.
-White Fang: While Freddie doesn't have any problems with Faunus overall, considering Janis was one herself, he is decidedly not a fan of White Fang. He believes that their extreme methods are only making Human-Faunus relations even worse by giving extremist humans ammunition with which to demonize all Faunus. However, while he has no problems voicing his opinions on the matter, Freddie goes out of his way to avoid conflict with White Fang, for fear of being a hypocrite.
Fears:
-Being alone: Despite his gruff demeanor, Freddie has issues with being left alone. And not in the sense of “being by himself in a room,” but as in, “having no friends or family to rely on.” He grew up alone on the streets, was left alone by Janis when she blew her own brains out, and he doesn't want to go through an experience like that a third time. Because of this, he can come off as being somewhat clingy.
-Emotionally intimate relationships: Paradoxically, Freddie is afraid of getting as close to people as he did with Janis. The most likely explanation is that he doesn't want to go through the pain of losing someone that close to him again. As such, he tends to keep people in the “friend” zone, holding them at arm's length whenever they ask about his more personal feelings.
-Heights: Freddie suffers from a classic case of acrophobia. Heights of any kind scare him, though he can still function in an area that's high up so long as there's a wall between him and the open air. But being high up without something to keep him from falling, or—Heaven forbid—flying? He begins to panic, exhibiting the usual symptoms of hyperventilation, vertigo, cold sweats, and in extreme cases, vomiting. The only way to bring him out of it is to put him back on solid ground.
Overall Personality: Freddie is a boorish, slovenly individual, with little regard for propriety and tact. He is straightforward and blunt, rarely sugarcoating his opinions of others and their actions. If he thinks someone is doing something foolish, he will tell them so to their face, and provide his reasons for thinking such. However, Freddie doesn't do this out of any ill will, but because he feels that honesty is the best policy when dealing with others. He would rather speak plainly with people and risk hurting them in the short term than lie to them and almost certainly hurt them in the long run. And who knows? Maybe a swift kick in the pants like that will actually change them in some way, ideally for the better.
Freddie is also generally dismissive of authority and titles. It's a rare day indeed when he'll refer to someone as “sir,” or even a simple “mister.” He sees everybody as being equal, no matter what fancy titles or positions they may hold. After all, take away the fancy names and what do you get? A person, like every other person that walks the face of the earth. Freddie also doesn't give a hang about race. What he cares about is a person's inherent character, whether human or Faunus. Lord knows both peoples have their ugly sides.
In regards to his recent decision to become a Hunter and dedicate himself to battling the creatures of Grimm, Freddie views it as “community service,” in his own words. He spent so much of his youth as a street rat, stealing from whoever had something he needed, that he feels he needs to pay the people back. Even if he isn't actively reviled for his past misdeeds, Freddie believes that some attempt to make up for it should be made. So in the end, he isn't in it for great justice, or fame and glory. He just wants to atone and gain a little peace of mind. It doesn't hurt that he's making the world a better place in the process, though.
One thing about Freddie that rarely comes to light is just how much he's been hurting on the inside ever since the death of his only true loved one, Janis Kit. Janis dragged him off the streets and helped him clean up his act, and showed him just how wonderful the world can truly be, if you know where to look. When she killed herself, Freddie was heartbroken, both because he had lost the love of his life, and because she hadn't given him the chance to help her the same way she had done for him. So in a way, his pursuing the path of the Hunter is Freddie seeking an outlet through which to vent all the pain and anger that has been building up ever since.
When he isn't busy with his studies or out on a hunt, Freddie will usually be found passing the time by tinkering with his weapon, or listening to music whilst partaking in a smoke and a drink. Sometimes he'll hang out with other people, if they're willing to put up with him, but even in those cases, he tends to keep to himself unless directly spoken to.
Abilities
Aura type: Defense- +10 to physical defense
Aura Color: Fiery orange
Semblance: Unending Resolve (Healing)- At the cost of 30 aura per use, Freddie can regenerate 20 HP in order to stay in the fight longer.
Item 1: Red Special (Rating 1 longsword)- A sword that Freddie designed and built himself when he was younger. As with most of his inventions, the Red Special was cobbled together mainly from whatever spare scrap and components he could scrounge up from a junkyard. And it certainly looks it. Overall, the weapon has a “boxy” appearance, with both the blade and the crossguard being square or rectangular in shape. The blade is a 43 in (110 cm) piece of steel, with red accents two thirds the length of the blade itself welded on. The blade actually lacks sharp edges, due to its crude construction. Components resembling a flint wheel lighter are attached close to the crossguard. Said crossguard is essentially a large steel box painted red. It houses a mechanism that serves the primary purpose of igniting fire Dust to unleash a blast of flames as a “special” attack of sorts. This mechanism is imperfect at this stage and prone to breaking down after repeated use, and the flames tend to damage the rest of the weapon as well. The hilt is nothing more than hardened black rubber, molded to fit the hand, with a built-in trigger near the thumb to set off the ignition mechanism. Stamped into the crossguard on one side in bold, serifed type is, “-RED SPECIAL- Pat. P. 12 August.” (Image) The Red Special's base damage is +10, while the special attack deals +15. The special attack consumes an entire vial of Dust, and refilling the weapon takes a full post.
Item 2: Five vials of rating 1 fire Dust. (+5. Ranged.)
History and Sample
Enrollment Form
"Look. I'm a Hunter. Killing Grimm is my job. Simple, right?"
Basic info
Name: Frederick “Freddie” Tyler Morrison
Age: 27
Birthday: September 5th
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'0” (184 cm)
Weight: 163 lbs. (74 kg)
Face Claim: Sol Badguy, Guilty Gear
Stats
STR: 4
AGT: 3
SPD: 3
SPT: 2
Aura 130|170 HP
Personality
Group: Gadgeteers
Likes:
-Music: Freddie views music as the universal language, because anyone can pick up an instrument and convey their thoughts and feelings through sound, and have them be easily understood by listeners. He can usually be found listening to some tunes through a pair of headphones in his downtime.
-Janis' guitar: Freddie's only reminder of his girlfriend; an electric guitar with a blue-and-white body, designed for people that are left-hand dominant. He doesn't play (not well, at least), but he carries the instrument with him on his travels, since he has nothing else to remember Janis by.
-Tinkering: Freddie's most notable talent is undoubtedly his knack for being able to take parts from a scrapyard and use them to put together something new. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. His raison d'etre is weapons design and manufacture, though he dabbles in vehicle repair as well. It's not uncommon to find him sketching out a blueprint for a new design or tinkering with either his motorcycle or his sword.
-Slacking off: Intelligent though he may be, Freddie is the farthest thing from being a hard worker. He enjoys lazing about and procrastinating, and even when he is working, he cuts as many corners as he can conceivably get away with. “Never stand up when you can sit down, and never sit down when you can lie down” may as well be Freddie's unofficial motto.
Dislikes:
-Hard work: Freddie is not a fan of having to expend more energy than he needs to, in anything he does, whether it be his designs or his studies. As such, he hardly ever produces work that is anything more than average. The ur-example of Freddie's laziness is his sword; cobbled together, oddly shaped, with no cutting edge to speak of.
-Bitter foodstuffs: Freddie hates, hates hates hates hates HATES food and drinks with a bitter taste to them. Because of this, he cannot bring himself to drink coffee without dumping excessive amounts of sugar and cream into it, nor can he eat unsweetened chocolate. Olives are right out, too.
-Suicide: Ever since Janis killed herself, Freddie has become rather vocal about his distaste for suicide, as well as any other actions that could be construed as such. His feelings towards those who consider taking their own lives as an option are a mix between pity and disgust. He considers it downright cowardly, to be perfectly blunt. But at the same time, he's quick to extend a hand to people who feel there's no other way out of their situation.
-White Fang: While Freddie doesn't have any problems with Faunus overall, considering Janis was one herself, he is decidedly not a fan of White Fang. He believes that their extreme methods are only making Human-Faunus relations even worse by giving extremist humans ammunition with which to demonize all Faunus. However, while he has no problems voicing his opinions on the matter, Freddie goes out of his way to avoid conflict with White Fang, for fear of being a hypocrite.
Fears:
-Being alone: Despite his gruff demeanor, Freddie has issues with being left alone. And not in the sense of “being by himself in a room,” but as in, “having no friends or family to rely on.” He grew up alone on the streets, was left alone by Janis when she blew her own brains out, and he doesn't want to go through an experience like that a third time. Because of this, he can come off as being somewhat clingy.
-Emotionally intimate relationships: Paradoxically, Freddie is afraid of getting as close to people as he did with Janis. The most likely explanation is that he doesn't want to go through the pain of losing someone that close to him again. As such, he tends to keep people in the “friend” zone, holding them at arm's length whenever they ask about his more personal feelings.
-Heights: Freddie suffers from a classic case of acrophobia. Heights of any kind scare him, though he can still function in an area that's high up so long as there's a wall between him and the open air. But being high up without something to keep him from falling, or—Heaven forbid—flying? He begins to panic, exhibiting the usual symptoms of hyperventilation, vertigo, cold sweats, and in extreme cases, vomiting. The only way to bring him out of it is to put him back on solid ground.
Overall Personality: Freddie is a boorish, slovenly individual, with little regard for propriety and tact. He is straightforward and blunt, rarely sugarcoating his opinions of others and their actions. If he thinks someone is doing something foolish, he will tell them so to their face, and provide his reasons for thinking such. However, Freddie doesn't do this out of any ill will, but because he feels that honesty is the best policy when dealing with others. He would rather speak plainly with people and risk hurting them in the short term than lie to them and almost certainly hurt them in the long run. And who knows? Maybe a swift kick in the pants like that will actually change them in some way, ideally for the better.
Freddie is also generally dismissive of authority and titles. It's a rare day indeed when he'll refer to someone as “sir,” or even a simple “mister.” He sees everybody as being equal, no matter what fancy titles or positions they may hold. After all, take away the fancy names and what do you get? A person, like every other person that walks the face of the earth. Freddie also doesn't give a hang about race. What he cares about is a person's inherent character, whether human or Faunus. Lord knows both peoples have their ugly sides.
In regards to his recent decision to become a Hunter and dedicate himself to battling the creatures of Grimm, Freddie views it as “community service,” in his own words. He spent so much of his youth as a street rat, stealing from whoever had something he needed, that he feels he needs to pay the people back. Even if he isn't actively reviled for his past misdeeds, Freddie believes that some attempt to make up for it should be made. So in the end, he isn't in it for great justice, or fame and glory. He just wants to atone and gain a little peace of mind. It doesn't hurt that he's making the world a better place in the process, though.
One thing about Freddie that rarely comes to light is just how much he's been hurting on the inside ever since the death of his only true loved one, Janis Kit. Janis dragged him off the streets and helped him clean up his act, and showed him just how wonderful the world can truly be, if you know where to look. When she killed herself, Freddie was heartbroken, both because he had lost the love of his life, and because she hadn't given him the chance to help her the same way she had done for him. So in a way, his pursuing the path of the Hunter is Freddie seeking an outlet through which to vent all the pain and anger that has been building up ever since.
When he isn't busy with his studies or out on a hunt, Freddie will usually be found passing the time by tinkering with his weapon, or listening to music whilst partaking in a smoke and a drink. Sometimes he'll hang out with other people, if they're willing to put up with him, but even in those cases, he tends to keep to himself unless directly spoken to.
Abilities
Aura type: Defense- +10 to physical defense
Aura Color: Fiery orange
Semblance: Unending Resolve (Healing)- At the cost of 30 aura per use, Freddie can regenerate 20 HP in order to stay in the fight longer.
Item 1: Red Special (Rating 1 longsword)- A sword that Freddie designed and built himself when he was younger. As with most of his inventions, the Red Special was cobbled together mainly from whatever spare scrap and components he could scrounge up from a junkyard. And it certainly looks it. Overall, the weapon has a “boxy” appearance, with both the blade and the crossguard being square or rectangular in shape. The blade is a 43 in (110 cm) piece of steel, with red accents two thirds the length of the blade itself welded on. The blade actually lacks sharp edges, due to its crude construction. Components resembling a flint wheel lighter are attached close to the crossguard. Said crossguard is essentially a large steel box painted red. It houses a mechanism that serves the primary purpose of igniting fire Dust to unleash a blast of flames as a “special” attack of sorts. This mechanism is imperfect at this stage and prone to breaking down after repeated use, and the flames tend to damage the rest of the weapon as well. The hilt is nothing more than hardened black rubber, molded to fit the hand, with a built-in trigger near the thumb to set off the ignition mechanism. Stamped into the crossguard on one side in bold, serifed type is, “-RED SPECIAL- Pat. P. 12 August.” (Image) The Red Special's base damage is +10, while the special attack deals +15. The special attack consumes an entire vial of Dust, and refilling the weapon takes a full post.
Item 2: Five vials of rating 1 fire Dust. (+5. Ranged.)
History and Sample
- History:
- Freddie Morrison was an orphan. Him and every other kid, it seemed. He was born in the City of Vale, and his parents dumped him off at an orphanage pretty much right after he had popped out. No name, no clothes. Nothing except a red blanket. It was the man who ran the orphanage that wound up naming him Frederick. The orphanage ended up being an unwelcoming environment, due to the fact that Freddie was simply one out of maybe four dozen kids that the owner and his orderlies needed to look after. They ensured that he was clothed and fed, provided a bed for him to lay his head in. But beyond that? They couldn't be bothered.
Aside from mealtimes, Freddie didn't really spend much time at the orphanage. He preferred roaming the streets of Vale, meeting new people, occasionally getting his grubby mitts on something that wouldn't be found at the orphanage. Eventually he just stopped going back to the orphanage. Living on the streets certainly wasn't that big a change. Either way he had to fend for himself in the long run. So Freddie resigned himself to the life of a street urchin, stealing what he needed, dodging the police, and getting in brawls with other street rats over things as simple as a can of food or a sweater. Those experiences toughened him up, both physically and mentally. It taught him that when you stripped away everything but the basics of survival, everybody was equal.
Eventually, Freddie fell in with a gang of sorts, though he referred to it as his “pack.” It was little more than a ragtag group of kids in the same boat as he was, having decided that banding together was preferable to flying solo. They had carved out a little niche for themselves in an alley near a local junkyard, quickly turning that little stretch into a near-shanty town. That was right around the time Freddie's knack for building and designing began to shine through. He helped the rest of the gang build their shelters, and even went so far as to sketch up blueprints. Nothing fancy, mind you. But serviceable little shacks. This earned him the respect of the other kids, and secured his place amongst them. While it certainly wasn't the life of the king, it was good. Yet even as a valued member of the gang, he was still very much a loner. The only thing belonging to the gang netted him was a permanent, relatively safe place to put up his feet and rest.
And then he met her. It had been pure chance, really. About as likely as flipping a coin and having it land on its edge. But it happened. He must've been around sixteen or seventeen at the time. During one of those rare days when he had nothing better to do than relax and hit the town, Freddie decided to check out a club in Vale's commercial district, called the Holding Company. Normally he wasn't one to partake in Vale's nightlife, as it was far outside the realm of his life as a street rat. Clubs were for the rich folks who had the liberty to go to them. But the Holding Company wasn't really a “rich person's” club. In point of fact, it looked more like a bar than anything, both inside and out. So already it was more inviting than most of its competition, at least to him.
Upon stepping through the club's front doors, Freddie was greeted with the sight of quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, standing right in the spotlight on the club's stage. A pair of pointy ears poked out from her bright orange hair, and a bushy fox's tail swished behind her as she strummed out a ballad on her guitar. She was slender, tall, and carried herself with confidence. And her golden brown eyes were mesmerizing. She couldn't have been more than two years older than he was. Absolutely floored by the vision before him, it was all Freddie could do to find himself a stool to slump in. He didn't move from that spot for the Faunus girl's entire performance. Even today, he remembers being slack-jawed throughout the whole thing. He didn't come out of his daze until the show was over and the girl was walking off the stage. Over the course of a few minutes, Freddie gradually collected his wits, not to mention a small amount of courage, and then rose from his seat and bolted out of the club. He hoped to catch the girl before she skipped town, if only so he could learn her name. Freddie was lucky enough to find her walking out of the club's side alley, carrying a guitar case and a duffel bag.
The two hit it off immediately, and ended up sharing dinner at a nearby diner. Freddie learned that her name was Janis Kit, and that she was a traveling musician originally from Bellmuse. Freddie couldn't keep himself from expressing his wonder at all the places she must have seen and been to. To his surprise, that prompted her to ask if he wanted to accompany her during her travels, if only for a time. In her own words, “I could use some company on the road.” Considering there wasn't much he'd be leaving behind, it shouldn't come as a shock that Freddie said yes. The two of them left Vale the next day, bound for a nearby city further inland.
Those were probably the best years of Freddie's life. For the first time ever, he was in the company of someone he genuinely cared about, and Janis took him to so many places that he didn't even know about beforehand. And the more time the two spent together, the closer they got. Of course, it wasn't all sunshine and roses. The first few months of traveling provided him with his first real exposure to the Grimm. He had heard the stories, sure. But he'd never seen the things up close and personal. And as skilled a brawler as he was, his bare fists weren't the most ideal weapon. Thankfully, Janis could handle herself, and made it a point to pack heat at all times. Those first few encounters were what motivated Freddie to design and build his first—and signature—weapon, the Red Special.
Of course, as is sadly the case, all good things must come to an end. And Freddie's relationship with Janis ended in quite possibly the worst way imaginable. When he was twenty five, with Janis being twenty seven, the two of them returned to Vale, primarily because Janis had a gig lined up there. Freddie had noticed that she hadn't been herself lately, her usual energy and cheerful attitude replaced by solemn silence and depression. He asked her multiple times what was bothering her, but she insisted that everything was fine and that he shouldn't worry. Respecting the wishes of his love, Freddie relented, though the change in her behavior still sat in the back of his mind, at all times. The night she was supposed to perform, Freddie returned to the hotel that the two of them had been staying at, having spent the better part of the day catching up with some of his old “packmates.” What he found continues to haunt him to this day. He opened the door to their room to find Janis slumped in a chair, lifeless, with her revolver lying on the floor and blood splattered on the wall behind her. At first, he didn't want to believe what he was seeing, and desperately tried to “wake” Janis up, for maybe a half hour. When it finally sunk in, he broke down crying. It wasn't until around midnight that he could compose himself enough to contact emergency services. Janis was declared dead on arrival, and her body was sent to Bellmuse in order to be buried there. Freddie was one of the few people who attended the funeral.
It's been two years now. Two years since Janis' suicide. For a time, Freddie simply wandered, staying as far away from civilization as he could manage without getting mobbed by creatures of Grimm. He took a couple jobs as an unofficial Hunter, mostly for the money. That sparked something inside of him. He realized that instead of letting it tear him up inside, he could be devoting all of his anger and frustration to destroying monsters. He'd be making the world better, something he felt Janis would approve of. And it would certainly be a more productive venture than simply slinking back to Vale and returning to his life of poverty and larceny. So now Freddie has applied to Syne Academy, and is returning to Bellmuse, unsure of what the future may hold for him...
- RP Sample:
It's Late
Freddie sighed as he leaned over the table in his and Janis' hotel room. Resting on the worn maple surface was his latest project, still a work in progress. He claimed to Janis that it was meant to be a sword, but it certainly looked... rather square compared to most other weapons of that distinction. At the moment, all he had managed to assemble were a long, rectangular blade of recently-polished steel, connected to a large red box that was supposedly meant to be the crossguard. Keeping the thing company were a venerable menagerie of components he had “liberated” from Bellmuse's scrapyard, as well as an assortment of tools ranging from spanners and screwdrivers to brushes and even a buzzsaw.
But away from the makeshift workbench Freddie had set up for himself, the room was immaculate. The cream-colored carpet was spotless, the hardwood walls much the same. The queen sized bed, with its white sheets and royal blue blanket, was already made. The only real sign that two people had been occupying the room for almost a week was the unmistakeable stench of cigarette smoke. Outside, the town of Bellmuse was alive with the sound of music, fireworks, and cheering crowds. It was all because of some festival. Freddie didn't even know what it was about. But Janis wanted to check it out, and he figured it'd be fun. So here he was. The only reason he was even back at the hotel was because Janis wanted to shower and change her clothes. Freddie was perfectly content with his white jeans and black tank top, though. Simple, yet effective. Though he was considering ditching his red denim vest and his headband for the rest of the night.
Another salvo of fireworks went off outside, lighting up the night with all the colors of the rainbow. The loud music on his headphones served to drown out the explosions, allowing him to focus on his work. Freddie scratched his head as he continued staring at his weapon, then reached for a flathead screwdriver. His fingers had just gripped the handle when a pair of arms wrapped around his middle. Water soaked his shirt, both front and back. Letting go of the screwdriver, Freddie craned his head as far back as he could managed, allowing Janis to lock lips with him for a few brief seconds. Too brief in his humble opinion. The kiss broke, and Janis let him go, allowing him to turn around and get a good look at her.
Her bright orange hair was dripping wet, and her fox ears sagged, waterlogged. Her tail poked out from behind, wagging and sending droplets flying. She was dressed simply in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Peeking over his shoulder at Freddie's project on the table, Janis' ears twitched in curiosity. She spoke up. “You still workin' on that?” Freddie smiled sheepishly and nodded, removing his headband and allowing his wild, spiky brown hair to fall loose. “Yeah, it's been slow going. Not really sure what I wanna do with it...” he said, tossing his headband over on the bed. Janis smiled and took hold of his hand. “Well you can worry 'bout it tomorrow. Now c'mon. It ain't too late to catch the fireworks show!” That said, the young Faunus bolted for the door, pulling Freddie along with her. Freddie simply laughed in a mix of shock and delight, allowing himself to be dragged along...
Last edited by Freddie Morrison on Sat Jun 28, 2014 1:45 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : I swear, it's always that one little thing that I miss... xD)
