Name: Jonathan Dicara
Nickname/s: Tallon
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada
Current Residence: Nelling House
Studying: Biology (Specializing in Human
body/interaction), 2nd-year Masters
Employment: Unemployed
Family: All family unknown, Orphan
Friends: None beyond fellow Hunters
Relationship: None at the moment
Player: Tallon
Contact Email:
deathbeyond2185@yahoo.com
Model: Mark Wahlberg
Background
Jonathan was born in Las Vegas, Nevada on Jan. 15, 1981. To whom he was born, he has never known, as he was left with an orphanage the night he was born. As he grew up he began to figure that it was in his best interest, as the orphanage that raised him was not a bad home. He was accepted and treated like every other person within it's walls, and he came to accept everyone that lived with him as his family. At a young age he was always a curious child, always asking to know more about something, always wanting to know why things were the way they were. This intuitive aspect of him made him loved by all the caretakers of the orphanage, and they all took it upon themselves to teach him anything he wished to know. Upon reaching his 7th year of life he immediatedly started attending a private school where he excelled far beyond the expectations of his caregivers and teachers alike.
Excelling in all of his studies he made quick work of the grades, skipping 3-6th grades. This didn't cause any change in his acedemic performance, but resulted in a wide social gap between him and his peers. Because of this he tossed himself further into his studies, not allowing it to get the better of him as he worked his hardest to maintain his top grades. Causing, of course, even more issues with compatibility with his classmates, all of them seeing him as the little bookworm that didn't make any attempt to do anything but study. When confronted, Jonathan would do nothing but shrug it off and continue his reading, even if confronted by his teachers.
Coming into the 10th grade, Jonathan began developing a love for a less educational subject. That of bows and guns. This new love was aided by a sudden and unexpected developement about his parents before he was left in the orphanage. While not learning their names or locations, he was left with a large amount of money, derived from what was apparently his parents will, both having been killed a month prior to his 12th birthday. The amount, while he never disclosed it, was well beyond the million mark. He kept it all safely in the bank that it had initially been deposited in, while keeping full access to it. This resulted in him having access to anything he wanted, including the new hobies he had picked up.
After asking the permission of the orphanage caretakers, agreeing that when not in use they would remain unloaded, and in the possession of the owner of the building. It was from that day on that he trained himself in the use of various guns, and the use of a bow. Most figured that he would let his studies slip as he seemed to train with gun and bow nonstop in his free time, yet contrary to their thoughts he continued to maintain his perfect marks in school, seeming to develope an even more intense concentration. He would attribute this to the great deal of concentration and calm it took to train with his weapons.
He continued about his normal everyday life for the next year, until a few days after he graduated 11th grade, when he was 14. A night that has been forever burned into his memory. Coming back home from a very late night at the local gun range, practicing his night low-light skills, he returned to a horror worse than he could ever imagine. Immediatedly after opening the door to the orphanage he found bodies, the friends he had grown up with, dead, in pools of blood. He could hear the sounds of people above him in the upper floors. He placed the long-barrel rifle he had with him on the floor near the entrance way, and, with a slightly shakey hand, knocked a silver-tipped arrow onto his bow-string. Little did he know that his tipped arrows, something that he did solely for smoothness to prevent any excess drag, would save his life that night, and result in him becoming what he is to present.
The people that had done the evil deeds to his friends had turned out to be shapeshifters. Of course, when confronted by mearly a human boy, no older than 14, with nothing but a bow, they disregarded him as any threat. They regreted that choice as he pulled the string back, the muscles in his arms flexing with the strain, though no effort registering on his face. Silently and suddenly the arrow was let loose, piercing the spine of the nearest creature, forcing it to crumble before him in a heap. A rush of emotions began flowing into Jonathan's mind as the fact that he had just killed something hit him full force. He didn't have the time to think about it however as the remaining creature assaulted him full force, the large wolf's breath putrid as it hit his nostrels. His reflexes running rampant on him, he deftly snatched another arrow from his quiver, quickly jabbing it into the shapeshifters right eye socket. Quickly it recoiled and ran off, leaving nothing but the young boy alive behind it.
From that day forward Jonathan's life was changed. He couldn't remain in the orphanage, partly from the fact all his friends, and what he called his family, had been murdered. And the other part of his need to leave is that he would undoubtedly be accused of the atroscious acts that had been commited, seeing as he was well known to wield and be profficient in the use of his weapons. So he took it upon himself, even at the age of 14, to leave the town he had grown so accustomed to, and headed for New York. It was easy to get by on his own, still having all the money left to him by his family. It was in New York that he learned of the existence of the supernatural creatures, becoming a member of a large group of hunters in the New York area.
His group took advantage of his extreme marksman skills, and young age to catch the creatures he had developed a deep loathing for off-guard. It was also here that he finished his schooling, and began developing a desire to continue to learn. However, only being 15 at the time, he left College out of the picture, instead teaching himself from various texts, as well as honing his already potent marksmanship skills. He continued this life, developing the few social skills he would need to get through life, as well as more mundane aspects of the hunter world.
The only issue he had was location. A couple years ago he had joined a Hunter group that opperated largely on college type locations. Jonathan, always on the move in the first place, was enrolled mostly in internet coursework to advance his knowledge, and continued to do so while in the group under the command of Charlie Macintosh. This resulted in a degree in Chemistry, and the current work on a Masters in Biology. Now, located in Reading, he has enrolled fully in the coursework for his Masters, just as the others enrolled, and is always ready to take up arms to fight the creatures they were now hunting.
Physical Appearance
A powerfull looking man of 5'11", he has piercing brown eyes, full of intelligence and cunning. His hair, always kept very short, thought not a buzz, is as brown as his eyes, neetly trimmed and kept short against the neck. He usually refrains from smiling, his lips outlined by the trimmed goaty that he maintains day by day. His body is well scultped, developed from the past 13 years of training, starting from when he first began using the bow and gun. This has resulted in a finely toned physique, which he has no shyness in showing off, often found around campus in a variety of close fitting short-sleaved shirts, or wife-beaters. In colder or wetter weather he is found in the same clothing, shirt/wife-beater and loose fitting jeans, with a well-made water-proof leather jacket.
He has many scars, gotten from the few times that his targets have managed to get within range. The most visible is one that arcs across his right eye, starting above his eyebrow, reaching the start of the socket, and picking back up at the bottom of his eye. He has various other scars of minor value on his torso and arms, though the ones on his torso are rarely visible. He wears no jewelry, and no other forms of accessories, beyond his Rolex deep-diving watch that he has had for years.
Personality
At first glance, Jonathan would appear to be a very friendly and unimposing person, always taking any opportunity to expand his influence of friends at any chance he can get. However this is far from the inner-workings that are ever present in his mind. His thoughts are always flying across all possibilities, disecting every word spoken by someone, filing anything of importance away. This comes from the years of having to take this type of information and determine whether or not someone is a friend or a foe. Though always breaking everything apart, the facade of friendlyness is not entirely for posing purposes. He does quite easily make "friends", having the seemingly unconscious ability to find common ground with just about anyone, even if none exists.
His major personality quirks are that he has a sharp sense of humor, borderline biting, always able to come up with some sharp-tongued or witty statement if it is called for, as well as his sometimes paranoid behavior, which comes from the inability to tell if someone is supernatural or not. Due to this, while outwardly open he is always safely withdrawn just out of range until he knows he is able to open up further. His humor has been known to get him in trouble, both with his professors, and peers. Only recently has he been able to wrangle his tongue in long enough to have meaningfull dates when the opportunity arrises.
Finally, he is a fearlessly loyal man, willfully ignoring all danger to himself to help. This would probably be his most outstanding personality flaw, as he will toss all disreguard to keeping others out of harms way to save the life of one of his friends and/or comrades.
Talents & Weaknesses
His number one skill is what he has with a gun and bow. His skills have been honed over the past 13 years of his life. Now, after all the years of practice and patience, he uses a very specific rifle; the Barret M82A1, Special applications scoped rifle. This rifle is meant for object and substance destruction as opposed to actual personnel use, which means the shells it fires have small amounts of explosive content, or magnesium charges to ignite a target. This allows the weapon to be highly damaging, if not lethal to witches if hit, and the silver casings that he has access to due to his funds, allow him to stop a shapeshifter in it's tracks. While resulting in a less-effective weapon against vampires, the explosive nature of the rounds will still stop them to make them think twice before engaging him.
This weakness to vampires is corrected however with the use that he has of his bow, a Drenalin bow, of American make. Originally manufactured for hunting large game, he has adjusted it to fire a variety of tipped arrows, with a more accurate and faster speed. This of course means Silver-tipped projectiles, as well as processed wooden arrows for use against vampiric enemies. Both of these weapons he has exceptional aim and accuracy with, rarely finding the need to resort to his plain knife that he keeps on him for in case of a bad night of shots, as well as the basic standard issue ADP MKII pistol that he carries on him. He of course knows of his weakness against the supernatural, and makes it a point of never underestimating them, knowing when to fall back and when to press the attack from a distance.
His knowledge in chemistry, which he completed a 4 year course in, has allowed him to know of deadly explosives and chemicals that can be used to aid in the efforts against his enemies. This knowledge he puts to use mostly in traps instead of thrown weapons. This allows him to remain safe, atleast in his mind, in case if he does indeed have misses, and someone attempts to sneak up behind him from the way he came. These traps are anything from small pressure-bombs, to more complex mixtures, ranging from picric acid to just plain old TNT. Also his current course of study, a Masters in Biology, results in him knowing exactly where and how to hit a person to cause the utmost pain and damage in the least amount of time/resources. This he adds with his pinpoint accuracy, and precise trap laying, making him a deadly person in close and far-off combat.
His weaknesses, while not immediately prevelant, include the memories of his past, which cause extreme sleep loss at times, as well as debilitating paranoia when in an unfavorable situation. When in large crowds he can control himself with relative ease, unless he can detect an immediate threat in the vicinity. He likes knowing when his enemies are going to strike, and when he can't determine it it nearly drives him insane, taking in every angle of a situation. Another weakness that he has comes from the nature of his weapons. Obviously his bow he is unable to hide in plain site, which he has to resort to leave in his room, unless out at a place that it is warranted, a range of some sort, or concealed in a car. His long bore rifle is a little easier to be dealt with, as it can be broken down into smaller parts, to fit easily into a case that calls little attention to it. This still results in limits to where it can be taken, though it rarely leaves his car.
Aside from those he has only minor knowledge of electronics, enough to get a computer to do what he needs it to do, and what it should do, but no more. No skillfull hacking or cracking of passwords for this man. And he intends to keep it that way. He figures there are more electronically savvy people in the world that he can leave that up to, wishing to stick with his guns and weight-training.
