Jak Johnson

Name: Jak Johnson

Age: 12.5 (near 13)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 4'8"

Weight: 92 1/2 IBS. (no armor) 112 IBS. (with armor)

Armor: Titanium Alloy chainmail made from a specialists.

Weapons: Short sword, weight of a Katana. It has a Crimson blade with a gold handle. It has Jak's name forged in the blade.

Physical Attacks: Swordplay, Martial Arts (all). Learned it at Hung
Chow's Master of the Martial Arts school in Kyoto, Japan. He is swift
and wild. He does get out of hand a little, so he tends to use these a
little less than his sword. His palms are powerful and strong, this
results in some strong attacks.

Magical attacks:
Magic Block- Blocks any magic (besides Jak's) for 30 seconds.
Elemental Combination- Combines several elemental magic and shoots at a target.
Light Forge- A beam of light shoots out blinding anyone. an only be used once a day.
Xylis Templis- Unknown powers reside in this magic, Jak only used it once, which killed the wrong person.
Trasporti- A simple blue aura portal which sends any one to a desired location.

Weakness: Heat. Jak is able to withstand hotter temperatures then most
regular humans. He will faint if it gets too hot. He is also small for
his age. So he tends to get misunderstood for a 10 year old looking for
his mommy. With his height he could barely do stuff he normally wants
to do. With his shortness, traveling takes a little longer, climbing
and running is more tiresome, and harder.

Strengths: Jak has some inhuman strength. He has the strength of a 25
year old Heavy-Weight Wrestling champ. He is pretty quick too. He runs
abnormally fast and easily. He is aggrasive with his fighting and is
misunderstood for his strength.

Appearance: Baggy shorts, black, long. A White T-Shirt that is extra
sized for comfort. "No finger" gloves. Medium hair, spikes. Small size
5 shoes, black and red, skating style. He is short. Brown eye's, black
hair. He is small and weak looking. But he is quiet strong.

Personality: Inside battle he is fluent, and he fights almost
endlessly. He really hates annoying foes, but enjoys tricky ones. He
feels that murdering is useless. It only causes more murders, so he
defeats his enemy and tells him to go. But only certain enemies will he
kill. He generally enjoys training and fighting, but he does get sick
after awhile. When someone betrays him, he wants to know why, he wants
to figure it out. And if he can, he'll try to stop it.

Outside of battle Jak is lonely. He does feel happy, but most of the
time, he knows he's lonely. He thinks that he could have had a better
life, and that he could make it better. Jak is young, so he doesn't
think of romance yet. He is very friendly to nice people. To rude and
ruthless people, he despises them and doesn't stay near them.

History/Bio: Jak's Bio is a grim one. He has an almost untold life.

In an unknown year, Jak was born. He was brought to the King of his
clan. The king was all-powerful, he owned this world. He requested that
this newborn will be filled with unknown powers. The king brought a
bottle of some green liquid. He called it Magic Spice. "Make the kid
drink it!" the king ordered. "I want this kid to be as powerful as me!"
the king started laughing maniacally.

When he was eight, he was taught Martial Arts and some magic
techniques. Some, he learned himself. He was taught things kids did not
normally learn. Weaponry, fighting skills. How to hunt, how to get
water. Weather, how to stay warm. It took two years to teach him this.
"The fastest a kid has ever learned this!" the king exclaimed.

At ten, he was asked to join a ceremony in his own home. He was awarded
with a medal that was somewhat like a power giver. It gave him more
power. He was then accepted as the Kings Royal Assistance. He was
taught how to use Xylis Templis. This is among the most powerful magic
in the clan. He was told to never use it, unless it was necessary. A
week later he used it, on purpose. He aimed it at a wall near the
outskirts of his clan area. It blew up the wall, shattering buildings
as far as 2 miles away. Someone died that horrible day. It killed his
parents.

"Jak, I told you not to use that!" the king yelled. "I should have
mentioned that it would kill any random person you know. Maybe even
two." Jak was told to never use it again. He returned to his training.

"Jak, I will teach you all the Martial Arts you need to know. And some
Japanese! I will teach you all this in 5 days." his Martial Arts
trainer told him. He put his palms to the floor and sparks flew. "This
will slow time incredibly, ensuring that I can teach you quicker than
I'm supposed to."

And so Jak was taught everything. On the final day, he was tested. He
passed with a 99%. The king took him back for meditation and to teach
him more.

At age 11, he was taught ruthless things. To steal, to lie, to kill. He
ran away at the thought of these ideas. He soon them became a lonely
criminal mastermind. He moved to any place he wished, worry-free of
money problems.

After a year of running and hiding, he decided to see the village once
more. He went to his village. Nothing. It's all gone. Sadness filled
Jak. Happiness too. Happiness. What the king did to me was horrible. Jak thought.

One day in the midst of a dark rainy day in an urban city. Jak was
sprinting down the street, running away from him[i/]. He was a world
known criminal mastermind.

"Come back here boy!" he said. Shuffling through the wet sidewalk, he ran quicker than Jak.

Suddenly Jak turned at an ally. He turned at the same ally. A blue aura
lie in the air, floating with glamor and all. He then noticed Jak, gone.

"I will catch you!" He screamed. With a quick thought, he ran at the
shrinking aura. He jumped for it when it was only a few inches big. His
finger went through. "Too late...." he whispered to himself.

In another place, in Tokyo, Jak came out of a similar aura. Nobody was
there, surprisingly, especially for Tokyo. He came out of the dank,
gloomy alley, and notice at least half of a million people walking by
or in a transport vehicle. Jak then noticed a huge plasma TV staring
upon the Tokyo citizens. They were broadcasting a Japanese news
channel. A subtitle ran across the huge screen. It read in Japanese
what the news reporter was saying. Then a news flash appeared and the
subtitles changed to this:
こんにちは、とのニュース6時に東京へようこそ。今日は数のこぎりでは、青色のせん光路地裏のシカゴ。当局 によれば、かれらはホールです。
Since Jak knew Japanese, he wrote it down and studied it for a minute.

"Hello, and welcome to Tokyo News at Six. Today a few saw a blue
shimmering light in a back-alley of Chicago. Officials say they were
hallucinating." Jak translated. He knew what they meant. Then another
subtitle appeared. More Japanese letters appeared.
と語って1つのことを知ってから来た人は、自分自身の悪名高いjakジョンソンです。 Jak wrote this down again. He
read it out loud, "One says he knows who it came from, the notorious
Jak Johnson himself." He knew that he had to run. He knew they were out
to find him.

He found another quite alley, which was rare in downtown Tokyo. He hid
in an alcove just to make sure no one saw him again. He thought the
magic spell, Trasporti. A blue aura appeared. He stepped through.

This time he landed in a deserted area in the Gobi Desert. He used his
special abilities to sense anything dangerous lurking around, nothing.
"Prefect, now to meditate." he rsaid, relaxed. He got in the meditation
stance and thought soothing thoughts.

After several hours of nothing but meditation, Jak got up, sore. Nothing came into mind. He sat back down.

Another hour passed and he though of it, Hide. He warped to an unknown
field. He walked for days and days. On the second week, a sign showed
up. Cerulean Field.


Approved by me.