In game name: sgtjole
What role-playing experience do you have?: I've role played across several servers over the course of over four years and even had become a moderator for one
Why did you choose us?: I was referred to you by a friend(Maria) and the thought of basically waterworld roleplay is amazing to me PS. Don't forget your old shipmates
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat):
Name: Jole Collins
Place of Birth: Medical bay of the defiance
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Fairly muscular build with a tough frame and paleish skin and dark red hair almost the color of blood. From the bottom of his head and to his waist are littered in several tattoos ranging from giant works to little almost doodles, all with each of their own stories. Finally the most defining part of his appearance is his almost a foot and a half tall fan style mohawk
Strengths and Weaknesses: Jole's built fairly sturdy, despite his occupation. He's the one who mainly carries the chemicals in and out of the labs, and despite his appearance, he's pretty sharp when it comes to the chemical side of everything. Though he isn't the best at following orders, and his..'interesting' view on life can lead to quite the heated arguements when it comes to money or politics.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: A decent size cabin split in half by a several portable walls, one side a living room, bedroom mix with a small bed in the corner with a bookshelf completely packed with books. A couch against one of the portable walls right across from the bed. The other side a makeshift minature chem lab on a old metal table with cabinets below it, and several pieces of chemistry equipment on the counter
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Born into a far less than healthy family relationship aboard the Defiance. By age four, Jole had already seen just how dark the world could be, after his mother was rushed to the medical bay after a disagreement with his father left her bloody and bruised. His father was quickly taken off the carrier and given to the authorities on Greenland. While his mother was recovering Jole was sent to a temporary home of one of the ships chemists, who had taken him in with open arms and became a psuedo father, and a role model to him. Which quickly shaped every aspect of his life for years to come
By age sixteen life had become good again for Jole, the chemist had agreed to take him as an intern and quickly taught him the basics of chemistry (this was not without many, many moments of trial and error, along with loss of eyebrows). Several years later, now age twenty five, he was offically accepted into the science division, and given the task of helping keep fresh water on board. A very crucial task, but one that was far less than entertaining to Jole, but despite that, the fact that was now able to contribute into the ship was more than worth the tedious taks assigned to him, and in this world of almost nothing but water...Jole's got his work cut out for him
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
The loud shrill of his alarm clock would jolt Jole awake far before the sun had even begun to think of coming over the horizon, and after several brutal hits of the alarm clock, he'd roll out of bed, and right onto the cold metal floor below. Then with a groan he'd slowly get up and yawn, stretching as he looked out the small window beside the bed at the silent waves below. He'd smile slightly to himself as he'd walk up to his nightstand and retrieve a black shirt that he'd quickly slip on. He'd walk over to his door and reach for his lab coat, that he'd then slip on and walk out of the room, letting the door swing shut behind him.
He'd yawn against as he walked down the dull hallway, straightening out his slighted slanted mohawk. He'd turn the corner and drag his feet up the stairs, towards the deck of the ship, where he'd cringe at the light and hold up his hand to block the light as he squinted and scanned the deck. "Bloody..****in' hell.." He'd grumble as he adjusted his coat then slipped his hands into his pockets and walked over to the railing, peering over at the water below, then up at the horizon as he squinted, trying to see if he could see any of the coasts.