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Jirou Mcafee

"What's wrong with smiling during a funeral?"

0 · 200 views · located in New Cairo, Egypt

a character in “Quintessence”, as played by Alle9009

Description

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Jirou is a stoic and wilful man who's an adrenaline junkie. Unlike most stoic people, however, Jirou is stoic the way a frowner never smiles - his lips are always curved up in a bright, cheerful smile, no matter the situation. A smile means that he looks less threatening, and thus he wears one on his face to make sure that nobody bothers him or see him as a threat. On the inside, he is a cheerful, pragmatic man with little morals and a love for violence. He holds no thought with people he does not care about, but holds a lot of loyalty for those who have earned his trust and respect, and shows his care for them, although he does so in somewhat odd ways that can seem rather insane. For example, his first thought upon seeing a stray puppy is not 'Daww, that's adorable!" but instead "How fast can it bite me? How strong is it? Is it healthy enough to kill for stew?"

AGE
x20 years old

GENDER
xmale
SEXUALITY
.x.........asexual

.ETHNICITY
x..........half Japanese, half Scottish
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/ / / / / "People tell me I should stop smiling and sounding so cheery when I tell them bad news. I don't understand why." / / / / /
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ImageImageImage ImageHEIGHT
x172cm

WEIGHT
x59kg

DIALOGUExxx
xRed
HAIR COLOR
xRed Maple

EYE COLOR
x(L)Yellow | (R)Red

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xOrange
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During battle, Jirou smiles like a man on a mission. His smile doesn't change from its normal cheerful grin, exactly, but people often feel that the edge has gained a feral tint, and that his gaze is unusually intense. He seems more grounded, and more vibrant.

Jirou has an innate talent for battle, although it is unrefined. He does not fight to kill, although he certainly doesn't care whether the opponent would survive if they get beaten to within an inch of their life. He's experienced, and moves very much like a dancer - one movement flows fluidly into the other while seeming unexpected at times, no unnecessary steps made, constantly moving and changing. Jirou fights with the singleminded ferocity of a starving dog who has just spotted a lump of meat, and he is so casual and ruthless with his violence that even those who know him can be caught by surprise at it. Jirou likes to be at the forefront to attack, and he is fluid and unrelentless, moving fluidly to ensure that he is not hit while hitting back as hard as he can. However, that does not mean that Jirou can't take a hit - he can, and he will if he needs to. He just doesn't like getting hit.

Jirou's magic is limited in what he can create, but strong. Upon production, his weapons are red. He can only create simple things - swords, daggers, shields, nothing more complex than a revolver for guns - but upon creation, they are very durable. Jirou is to weapons what a virtuoso is to musical instruments - He can pick up how to use it incredibly quickly. Furthermore, in battle he can get very creative on how to use said limited arsenal - shields can be used as both stepping stones midair or discuses, and gauntlets can get quick additional features such as knives. Jirou can be very adaptive and quick to react in fights, but despite his experience his lack of knowledge on weaponry, his main arsenal, can serve as a huge hindrance to him.


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Jirou is covered in scars from long practice with weapons and fights. With short spiky hair and pale skin, Jirou looks like an attractive young man, and a closer look reveals rock solid muscles. He walks in a relaxed stroll, and he tends to have a laidback aura about him, as if he were content to while the day away doing nothing but stare at the sky. While his smiles are friendly and inviting and seem perfectly normal, anyone who has spent enough time with him can see that it seems... not exactly bored, but not all there either, as if he were putting no real effort into it. As if he is smiling because it is an ingrained habit to smile, and the faint curve to his lips are subconscious.

In a way, you could say that his smile is a mask - Jirou doesn't quite understand people, so he smiles whenever he interacts with them as smiling can be used in most situations. Occasionally he laughs too. He has many different smiles, but occasionally you can catch him with a neutral, emotionless look as he tries to decide on the appropriate face to show for the situation. He likes to wear comfortable clothing such as jeans and shirts and windbreakers, although he doesn't mind looking fashionable. Anything works, so long as its warm and keeps well.

He brightens up in battle, however. He becomes more vibrant, somehow, more connected to the world. His eyes gleam, and his grin gains a feral edge despite remaining the same cheerful smile.

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/ / / / / "Nothing much out of the ordinary, really! / / / / /
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Born to a Japanese prostitute, Jirou was often left to his own devices. Jirou was born from a Scottish man, according to their mother, and as she refused to give him a surname he decided to choose his own, resulting in the name Jirou Mcafee. He did as he willed with his friend Soot, leaving little thought for his mother.

They lived in one of the most terrible slums in the city, where violence and despair was everywhere. People wouldn't give a damn about others for their own survival, and it was common to see dead bodies inside an alley somewhere. To say that living there was dangerous is an understatement, but they were two kids who had no where else to go. They took care of each other, doing dirty jobs to survive. Life was harsh, but it was alright since they had each other. Then one day he came across a man who wanted to give him a job. It'd earn him great money, good food, and it was easy to do! Thoughtlessly, Jirou accepted, and the man whisked him away....

Into an underground gladiator arena where kids were forced to fight each other until the final boss, who slaughtered anyone unlucky enough to face him and giving them a gruesome, gory death. Violence and the determination to live was everything.

Jirou fought. He fought like winning was all that mattered, but instead of feeling terror, he felt... thrilled. As if he had just discovered color after living in a world of black and grey all his life. Where others fought to live, he fought for fun, and he grew better and better at it. Until he became the star of the arena.

Even after he was rescued by his friend, returned to the streets, Jirou couldn't forget the thrill of fighting. He couldn't forget just how nice it had felt, how good it was. As time passed, even after they got a good job from a kind man who saw them as business opportunities, Jirou still took to the streets, flitting from arena to arena for a fight. He won more than he lost, and was soon known as the 'two eyed monster', known for his ruthlessness in battle.

He didn't kill, although he certainly wouldn't have minded. After all, what was one more head added to the tally he had in his younger days? No. Instead, Jirou left them alive to wallow in their own weakness, to know that they had lost, and that even if the humiliation faded in time, it would always exist, and continue to exist. If they wished to avenge themselves after growing stronger, well, Jirou definitely didn't mind that. Loved it, in fact!

Not that his reputation meant anything, now that his city had been destroyed by the Red Triad. Jirou didn't really see what there was to mourn about since the few people he gave a damn about - sure, his mom had died, but so what? - had been outside with him when they were summoned to a job outside the city, but the others were devastated. They kept asking why, and thus Jirou took it upon himself to find the answer - by asking the Red Triad themselves.

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/ / / / / "This is a spar to the death? Awesome! I'll slit your throat open!" / / / / /
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xlevel 3

BRANCH OF MAGIC
xBolting

OCCUPATION
xodd jobs man, freelancer
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/ / / / / "If it makes you happy, I'll kill everyone for you! Slice them all to bits, choking on their own blood as they die in agony... why are you calling me creepy?" / / / / /
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[Jirou Mcafee by Alle9009]
[CODING BY SPIRITDANCER]

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Jirou Mcafee's Story

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        New Cairo's city was almost as diverse as its population, boasting a number of different locations and districts, all home to different types of people. A cacophony of voices echoed through out the Red Sand as fans watched their favorite sports teams battle it out in the stadiums, none of them ever becoming too unruly with the ever watchful eye of the Raptora staring at them. When such one of these fans dared so, they were almost immediately rounded up and taken to one of the smaller facilities, some even grateful that they'd never be stuck in one of the cells in Ivaldi.

        It was a place where reality seemed to bend and warp given the unnatural silence of the building, and if put in there for so long it wouldn't be a surprise for them to come out missing a few screws in their head.

        Although seemingly ancient to most citizens, the Old Market held a lot of history in it, history that shouldn't be waved away by a hand and forgotten. A casual stroll through the market stalls could lead to seeing many old relics of the past, some which the older citizens will fondly remember, but others may see them as collectables, or even worthless. Though none can deny that there is a certain piece about the area.

        With the abscence of city lights, noise and the more advanced technology, you're simply left with you're own thoughts and the presence of those around you. And while technology is beneficial in many ways, taking the time to have a honest conversation with another human can have its perks as well. Nethmar University's halls were filled with its all mage student body, the only real quiet locations in the school being the occasional classroom and the many libraries. If you happened to pass one particular room you might have even seen a myriad of mages practicing their branches of magic.

        The Pulse District was as lively as it always was, despite the occasional fight that broke out in bars, and sometimes spilled into the streets. But under all of everyone's drunken, carefree attitudes was dormant anxiety. The Red Triad has been particularly incessant on attacking the Pulse District, and in the darkest hours of the night, you can often see members of them openly recruiting people.

        While there are some that will openly mock them and all other mage supremacists, others are more hesitant to speak of them. Though there isn't any doubting that the Red Triad is in the corner of every New Cairo citizen's mind, everyone is waiting to see what they do next, especially the Raptora.