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J.C.

"When you're staring down the barrel of a gun, a whole lifetime passes. All your heartbreaks and scars, lasting forever in a split second. Then you pull the trigger."

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a character in “Color Coded”, as played by RiPjAW 0x3

Description

Name: J.C.
Picture:
Nicknames: He has never told anyone if JC stands for something or not.
Age: 27
Power Level: 4
Power: Slow down his perception of time
Power Description(and other traits):
JC can initiate his power at will. Slowing down his perception of time does not allow him to walk or run any faster than any normal person, but he can react quicker, acquire targets faster and fire semi-automatic weapons faster. He often dives to the side, or toward or away from his enemies, all the while firing, much like a Max Payne-style shootdodge. If done correctly, he can practically dodge bullets. J.C.'s pain tolerance is also impressive, being able to take multiple ballistic and other wounds and still being able to continue to fight as effectively as if he was unwounded. He does not seem to regenerate health instantly, but can recover from most injuries with a good night's sleep.

He does not see himself as any different from anyone else, even regarding his abilities. He dismisses them as what others describe as an adrenaline rush, or "being in the zone" not realizing the abilities he possesses surpasses years of training.

While not superhuman, J.C.'s strength is certainly at the peak of human limits. J.C. could be described as having lightning reflexes(thanks to his abilities), very acrobatic, and a skilled hand to hand combatant, being both capable of disarming enemies whilst he himself is unarmed, and also being able to neutralize enemies entirely in hand to hand combat when necessary. He prefers using firearms when it comes down to defending himself, and is skilled at using them. He is capable of operating many different weapons platforms with pinpoint accuracy, although he just usually sticks to his pistol. Despite his strict practical training, he can dual-wield one handed firearms with relative effectiveness.

Appearance:
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Properties: Brown, Relatively Short, Straight and Combed
Height: 6' 4"
Complexion: Slightly Tan
Other: Some old bullet wounds and scars where they dug them out on his left lower back; faded

Personality

When faced with the largest of challenges, J.C. goes in with a very dark sense of humor which joins his nothing-to-lose demeanor. His internal thoughts are also interesting. J.C. has a poetic sense of describing his actions. He does not believe his past doings are heroic and he believes he should be punished for his actions. J.C.'s pessimistic view on life and his inability to have fun is very noticeable and apparent, even one when first meeting him.

J.C. pursues his enemies and goals with deep perseverance, possibly even fanatically. No matter how injured he might be or how many laws he might be breaking, when he sets his sights on his target, he refuses to let go of them. If it means killing all the hostiles that happen to block his way, jumping on top of a moving train, avoiding destructive explosive charges, whatever it might be that impedes him, he is not hesitant to overcome them.

Despite the possible fanaticism and pessimism, J.C. refuses to let (all of it) show. He feels guilty when people "catch his mood" and tries (in his own way) to make them happy.

He is a bit of a loner, and will not talk to anyone unless the situation requires or they speak to him directly.

Positive Traits;
Calm; in even the most dire of straits, he keeps his cool. Helps you aim more precisely, y'know?
Clear Mind; Has a clear view of what his goals are.
Determined; The question is not who's going to let you, it's who's going to try and stop you.
A person to talk to; People can ramble on about their problems to him, he doesn't really mind. Or pay attention.

Negative Traits;
Pessimistic; Very nearly hates himself for what he's done in the past.
Doesn't know when to stop; His determination can sometimes be extreme.
Front-Door Approach; If there were thirty armed guards at a place, and he had to get in, he'd probably charge them head on, guns blazing.
Disregards Self; He doesn't care what happens to him, just as long as he achieved his goal.

Habits;
Scanning the enviroment; you can never be too careful.
Being stationary; He usually stays in one spot, sitting or standing unnoticed in some corner.
Distancing; It helps to keep your distance during a firefight, but during a conversation it's inconvenient.

Fears;
Failure; He finds himself worthless anyway. What if he drops lower than that?
People; He's not scared of people, just people getting to know him. He knows bad things happen when he's around.
Death; It's a paradox, he doesn't want to die, yet he has no regard for himself. Perhaps it's only when he feels he has a purpose he doesn't want to die.

Weaknesses;
Still Human; A headshot with a high-caliber weapon will still kill him.
Non-abstract thinker; Very direct, and right-brained. Can be used against him.
Thinks a lot; He runs a lot of the days events through his mind, criticizing himself all the while. If someone could read minds...

Likes;
"I can't recall really enjoying anything within the past few days."

Dislikes;
Getting Shot; Who doesn't?
People have similar behavior; The world doesn't need another one of him running around.
Wide, Open Spaces; No cover. At all.

Equipment

Weapons:
He has a FN-Herstal handgun. It has 15-round magazine and is chambered in .45 ACP. He carries about six extra magazines. He carries it with him at all times.

History

Showing promise at a Police Academy in New York, he became a successful homicide detective in the NYPD. While on on patrol, he saved his soon-to-be girlfriend's life. They got engaged, and J.C. was well on the way of living the American Dream.

Then it all came crashing down.

His girlfriend, along with her little siblings, were killed by some druggies trying to get some money by breaking into her house. J.C. was able to kill the two assailants, but it was for naught. She died in his arms. Driven by rage, he went after the local Mafia and went on a rampage, killing anyone who had anything to do with the local drug dealings. He was arrested shortly after he killed the Mafia Boss, effectively toppling the crime empire in that area. His criminal body count was in the hundreds. He was stripped of all charges by a friend who had a lot of political weight and connections. He was told to lay low, so he came to this small town. And so it begins.

So begins...

J.C.'s Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jae-Hwa Kwon Character Portrait: Allison Forester Character Portrait: J.C. Character Portrait: Elizabeth Emilia Marlen Character Portrait: Alan Forester
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Small town. Thought J.C. as he walked aimlessly through the streets of Lakeside, eventually reaching a hilly area. It almost felt strange not having New York's alabaster giants tower over him. But between a gunfight and a small, boring town, he'd pick the small, boring town. Sure, his charges were dropped, but there were still Mafia dons more than happy to put a bullet between his eyes the same he did their associates. So he ended up here. Escaping the past. Always escaping the past. It was a tale that belonged in a movie, really. Before it happened to him, if the past few years of his life was on the silver screen he'd probably love the Producers and the Director. Now he wanted to hurt them. Bad.

Just proves you've always been defined by your violence and vices, J.C. He mentally mumbled to himself. He wished at least he could have kept his job. But maybe it was better he left Law Enforcement. There was talk of "Gifted" criminals and their "superhuman" feats. He had enough problems already, and he didn't want to deal with anybody elses. But now he was here, and that problem was back there, for the most part. He didn't expect too much trouble from this place. Hell, the people even smiled at each other as they walked by.

No, what he had to worry about is some jumpy wannabes with cheap automatics tailing him because pissed-off boss sent him after him. As long as he layed low he wouldn't get into too much trouble. Not enough to pull a gun, he hoped. Returning his mind to the present he found himself near a chapel. J.C. stopped. He looked around him. Walking without thinking, J.C.? Next time you're gonna find yourself floating face-down in some river, like that Vinci bastard.

There was a group of people not far from him, two stone throws away from him. A little girl, two teens, and some Asian, it looked like. He wasn't racist, but it was hard to tell the ages of that particular race. They all looked young. He turned to leave, the he saw the girl point a bow at the Asian. She didn't fire, but she said something, but he walked away, and promptly fell asleep, it looked like. His first instinct was to walk over there and question her, but he wasn't a cop anymore. What was that about staying out of trouble? Walk away J.C. Walk away. It's not your problem.

"Not my problem." He repeated his thoughts to himself quietly. Screw it. And before his mind could protest otherwise, he found himself heading toward the trio.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jae-Hwa Kwon Character Portrait: Allison Forester Character Portrait: J.C. Character Portrait: Elizabeth Emilia Marlen Character Portrait: Summer Wilson Character Portrait: Alan Forester
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#, as written by Haas33
Wasn't this spot supposed to be secluded? She would probably be finding herself somewhere else to go after this. Frankly she didn't mind her brother and sister being here, but at this exact moment, not really. Allie folded her arms. "He wasn't a reader you know..." She mumbled to them as Elizabeth drew her bow. However, things suddenly got much more complicated. The guy fell asleep, like, took a face-plant into the dirt. On a normal day, she would have burst out laughing, but to be honest, she was waiting for this to happen.

"Whatever you do, do not wake him up," she immediately said. Why was. This so important? Because she could read his mind as he was dreaming. And by the looks of it, he was dreaming up the future. Not seconds after he went out, two more people showed up. Allie seriously needed to reconsider where she spent most of her days. "He's asleep," she called out to the person kneeling by his side. To the other person, she looked him dead in the eye and said : "no, it is not your problem."

Wrong move. That was something he was thinking, not saying. Her brother and sisters had talked to her about replying to things people say in their heads. Without another word, she hopped on her little bike, training wheels and all, and pedaled back down to her house, where she promptly descended the rocks and sat on her little island. Her island was very secluded. It was impossible to jump to, and the rocky bottom had seaweed coating the rocks so if someone where to wade into the water, they would slip and take a plunge into the water. Allie got across by lifting a decent sized rock into the air with her mind, and then hopping from it to the island, then putting the rock back down again. Normally Allie went here when she was upset because nobody could bother her here.

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Character Portrait: Jae-Hwa Kwon Character Portrait: Allison Forester Character Portrait: J.C. Character Portrait: Elizabeth Emilia Marlen Character Portrait: Summer Wilson Character Portrait: Alan Forester
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#, as written by Fallen
It wasn't her day. It really, really wasn't her day. She was surrounded by morons. Morons, the lot of them. She stared unamused at the man whom had apparently fainted, only to be sleeping. He was walking away....and then sleeping. However, Allison told her not to wake him, and that only meant one thing. He was a person of colored eyes, he was most likely seeing something that involved another point in time, or something to do with dreams in general. While she would love to have just kicked him repeatedly until he woke, or shot an arrow into his leg to wake him, she didn't. Instead, her eyes made their way to the girl next to him. Dumbass. she was writing on his arm, kneeling there. "Oh kill me now." she said, looking at yet another person who was approaching them, she, Alan, and Allison to be all the more precise. It was never good to have someone approach you directly like that, they were usually police, or readers. Neither of them - give her one sibling, were good to have around or come across. "What the hell do you want?" she barked at him, aiming the arrow directly at his chest. Elizabeth wasn't like the other people here. She was raised somewhere else and grew up differently. She in fact, never left the house without packing heat and technology.

Not that her bow looked like anything special, give that that wasn't the only thing she had. She noticed Allison walk away, trying to be on her own yet again - which she and Alan tried their best not to allow. But she was young, and she didn't understand. She always told them, you are never really alone. Elizabeth looked the man up and down, the way he walked was somewhat familiar. Though the person themselves was not. Being a wanted criminal so to speak, there were certain people that carried themselves in such a way that would just reek of the law. It occurred to her that moments ago her sister read his mind, hopefully he wouldn't take to it. She lowered her bow and glared at him, only to peel her eyes away and speek to Alan. "Go." she said, urging him to go after Allison. Alan walked away from the bunch and headed towards where his sister disappeared to another place where she tried yet again to be alone. "Whatever, I leave you idiots to your own devices." Elizabeth then turned away, though fully preparing to turn back around and hit someone should they approach her. She would love to stand here and play with the others, but they were too close to home.

"This is weird, why would everyone just wandering around here like that? People haven't been here in a long time." Alan sighed as Elizabeth approached. "Like nats huh?"