Editing Johnathan Fitzroy

{{Character
| faction = templar
| status = pc
| species = mortal bee
| player = 
| nickname = J
| image = NoImageAvailable.gif
| organization = Templar
| job_title = Field Operative (Current)/Full-Time Humanities Major (Former)
| aliases = J, Jathan
| twitter = _ifallgoeswell
| gender = Male
| age = 24
| nationality = British American 
| residence = Alfriston, East Sussex
|}}

=• Appearance  •=

==Minimal==

• Hair: Dyed Red (Originally Black)

• Eyes: Faint Yellow (Presumably Contacts) 

• Height: 5'9

• Weight: Around 140 lbs/ 63.5 kg

==Expanded==

J's appearance could be described as having a paradoxical war with his outward personality: a shy personality met with brightly dyed hair and awkward clothing choices. Infact, some his own styling choices feel just a tad absurd together. Loud jackets and leather gloves paired somehow with rather professional styled glasses and rather groomed appearance. 

Other than his somewhat suspect fashion choices, he is for all accounts normal in appearance. Being a Caucasian man with a fairly average height and a frame that's nothing too out of the ordinary, it's somewhat obvious he's not the most combat ready individual around. Yet his freckled skin is often marred with a few scars on a typical average seemingly to indicate he's gotten into a bit more of the whole battle thing than he likes to let on. 



=• Personality  •=

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• J exhibits a withdrawn exterior that has flourished due to current chaotic environment.  Underneath it all, he is rather grateful for any company he is given; albeit a bit more hesitant on who he lets close in recent times. 

• Optimistic pessimism seems to be a growing habit as well as occasional snark.  Still tries to believe the best in individuals but circumstances have revealed to him that doing so isn't always the best choice. Morals in general have becoming a topic of high conflicting nature to him. 

• Enjoys intellectual pursuit. Unable to resume his degree due to circumstances rendering him a full time Templar operative, he's taken to a habit of doing research offhand for fun. 

• Somewhat bashful and humbled involving any of his abilities due to awareness that he is not only under-qualified compared to his superior but not as wealthy in acquired experienced as well. However, this also makes him highly inquisitive about others he meets in terms of learning about their experiences and generally attempting to take advice to heard. 


=• Biography •=

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==Cliff Notes Version== 
Normal, silly college chump gets unwittingly involved in bee business and strange things ensue.

==Biography==

Mundane is an apt description of Johnathan's life before the nature of the secret world eclipsed it. Born to the Fitzroys on October 23rd, 1990, his early life was blessed with opportunity due to a recently family inheritance and his father's job success as a family practitioner.  Still, if anything, he was merely another face where he grew up in the city of Bath, New York. One that perhaps was known quite often, but not for anything strange. Simply because he was the guy who would listen to you when everyone else was partying or offer a dance when someone lacked a partner. So despite not being a self professed conversationalist or attention seeker, his network of friends was fairly decent growing up. 

Thus, his life was relatively prosperous and eventually lead him to study his favored topic of Humanities abroad at New College of the Humanities in hopes of a PhD. 

Sights were set high. While his goals of becoming a professor a bit lofty at the time, he was making good progress. 

Then came the spanner in the works: an untimely accident while taking the summer off to house sit for his parents. Mangled, frayed wires and clumsy hands never made a good mix. This instance almost proved fatal were it not for a strange, unlikely timing of the tiniest of creatures. 

Oblivious to the nature of what happened, he merely counted his lucky blessings. He woke up with healing electrical burns but assumed after a doctor's visit and some instructions all was fine. Stranger things were to follow: strange dreams of warnings, threatening letters and ominous text messages made a frequent occurrence for a good week or two. The police seemed oddly dismissive and inattentive to the one complaint he managed to file before heading on back to London. 

The messages stopped and life returned as normal.  At least, for three days.  The resulting accidental damage to his apartment the awakening of his abilities was more than enough to signal the authorities and soon after, a representative from the Templars. Knowing little else of what to do with himself, he willingly handed himself over to their organization and the rest was history. 

There he received knowledge and understanding of the situation at hand by those within the Templar organization. But more than that, the knowledge that he was 'one of many' to be touched by said powers-- a soldier in an army rather than a chosen one and what would come were he not to accept their offer in their enlisted order.

For him, however, it wasn't an ominous proposition aside from the loss of his old life. (One that he misses dearly still.) The Templars fed into his head that he could do good -- that the strange situation that had overcome him and many others could be used to help and aid others. Being given instructions was a bonus, rather than being left in the dark with his powers and dreams to contend with.

Yet sweetened words can only go so far and the experiences he's had from the places he's been sent to have been far more than he's bargained for. Thrust into a supernatural world of wonder and horror, he's contended with many things both physically and mentally. At first he was scared: a terrified wide-eyed soldier. Of course, time changed him as did experience. Now, after a good handful of experiences, he's regained at least a speck of his old self.  Despite his 'job relocation' keeping him from contacting family and friends too often, he still tries to keep an optimistic opinion of it all.

That isn't to say the transition has gone completely smoothly. There's many things he's learned that's left him alienated from much of the regular world. Things in his head that speak and feed him dark truths of the hidden world he sees around him through honeyed voices. Of the good and bad he's done. (Mainly the bad, to his dismay. Not all of his actions despite well intended were correct.) 

But he presses on, tenacious in trying to do the right thing but just as well, starting to study and unravel as much of this new world as he can. His curiosity leading him to learn more about the world around him but also question if there is even a way to help preserve it.  

Still, a clock ticks on in the back of his head-- one that tells him his world might not have all that long left, no matter how many fight for a different outcome.

=• Known Associates/Affiliations  •=

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=• Special Notes  •=

==Supernatural==

Giving a Bee a near dead body to attempt to work out the nature of was perhaps a mistake. He has a lot of abilities a normal bee would exhibit including being hard to kill permanently and anima powers. However, some of these are a bit suspect and to be noted below: 

• It takes him longer to regenerate and heal after being killed than most bees. Multiple days--- even a week or two at most. Healing also seems to be a dodgy aspect. His ability to heal others and create damage seems just fine but his own regenerative abilities are diminished compared to normal bees. Thus seeing scars on his body in the process of healing is the normal rather than the exception. 

• Anyone who is capable of noticing the Zero Point Pathogen in minute to moderate quantities will notice something odd about him. Despite the Bee's best attempts to mold his physiology to combat it, he's more susceptible to it and other supernatural ailments than other hosts.  (In example, may or may not have attempted to drown himself while in Kingsmouth under peculiar circumstances.) 

• On the otherhand, due to his occupation and actual invested interest in learning -- he's very diligent about listening to The Buzzing. Thus, given OOC permissions, he can and will learn random factoids about others by listening to them. '''This is up to you''', the other player, what you want him to learn if anything at all. Afterall, despite the Bees interest in gathering and distributing knowledge, they might give different priority to different facts.  Even if J learns of things, he won't readily utilize it either or even acknowledge he knows anything unless situations bring themselves up to do so. 

• Most of his anima skills manifest in a decent grasp of blood magic, with minor talent in focusing anima into pistols or as pyrokenetic focused elemental magics. However, is not truly professionally trained in firearms so much as shoved out the door with basic training and everything else was learned off-site on assignments. Thus, keeps them as a secondary weapon rather than the first go-to solution.

==Education/Training==

• Bachelors Degree at NYC

• Master of Humanities at NCH

• Also has knowledge of basic philosophy, religious studies, folklore, history and literature.

• Fluent in English and somewhat basic reading comprehension of Polish, Latin, and German.
 



=• OOC  •=

• Will likely be a bit awkward, especially given this is my newbie attempts at roleplay and understanding writing. However, I am happy to discuss things and work things out. 

• Would like consent to go both ways in terms of roleplaying and usage of abilities; thus if you don't want something used just bring it up. I am more than willing to work out compromises and such. 

• Avoidance of permadeath if possible is appreciated. 

• Preference towards non-ERP situations and thus would like to avoid that. May consider pending on circumstances. 



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