Name: Goon av den Frie
Tier: D-Tier
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age + Birthdate: 19, July 21st
Nationality: Wanderer
Race: Human
Specialization: Strength
Personality:
A very quiet, humble guy, he barely trusts anyone due to being a runaway, and due to that he enjoys solitude. Very helpful of those that are weaker, tends to be a martyr for those who can't defend there selves. He enjoys his freedom, and will stop at nothing to keep it. He seems to be happy most of the time, smiling. He feels no remorse for his actions, as they are justified in his own mind. He's very intellectual, studying anything whenever he got the chance. Even though he's quiet he's quite observant, always looking and listening, looking for the slightest change in anything. He has a very good judgement, and seems to get very lucky at times. Goon in social interactions is an awkward person, he never had the time to develop a social personality, nor had he been in many social situations. He pretty blunt saying the first thing that usually comes to mind, without regards to if its hurtful or helpful, or not. He sometimes remind people of an overgrown child, eccentric at times, and hard to understand. He's a fearless guy who tends to lunge into battle head first, he more of a shoot now ask questions later type of guy. Having this be this first time he's every really explored the world, he tends to get excited about meaningless everyday things.
Likes:
Food: Being a slave, Goon didn't have much of a choice in food, mostly slop, but now that he was free he enjoyed food of all cultures and types, going out of his way to try and find new food.
Knowledge: Goon always liked learning, even at a young age, when he was taught the basics he enjoyed it. He aspire to gain. more and more knowledge.
Dislikes:
Abuse: Whether its an abuse of power, or abuse of those that are weaker, as slave he saw many forms of abuse, he despises those that use it in any form.
Slave owners, and sellers: This Goon hates with a passion, believing all who are deserve death, having experience slavery first hand he developed this feeling towards them.
Phobias:
Slavery is his biggest phobia, or more of a return to slavery. Goon doesn't ever wanna go through that ordeal ever again, harsh treatments, barely any food, struggling to survive, being owned by someone else. He'd rather kill himself or be killed than to go back. When he feels there a chance for it to happen, he'll panicked either causing a huge scene or even fight or run away and get as far away as possible and hide.
Aspirations:
Freedom is what aspires Goon, whether its from slavery or self inflicted entrapment, he believes everybody should be free. So he trains to get stronger to help those who can't achieve their own freedom. He wants to free the world from all its trouble both big and small. He wants to start his own community where everybody is free no matter who or what they are. Where people could live without fear and trust those around them.
Face-Claim: Ansem/Kingdom Hearts
Weight: 185
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Dark Purple
Height: 6'1"
Rukh Alignment: White rukh
Special Traits: N/A
Appearance: Tall, light tan skinned, and well toned. straight long white hair, has purple almond shaped eye, a small pointed nose, and lips stuck in slight. You can usually catch Goon wearing a hooded sweatshirt, no matter what the weathers like. He wears thin baggy pants, similar to sweat pants. and is usually in sneakers. He wears a half mask on the right side of his face, that starts at his hairline and stops just above his lips. it covers a brand he received as a slave from running away. He has a ton of scars on his back, and the rest of his body.
History:
- Story of a Goon:
- Born a slave, torn from his mother, the moment he was able to walk. Goon knew no other life, but the one of a servants from the time he was born. He was sent around from place to place, auction to auction, until he was in a steady place at the age of seven, bending to the whim of house servant, he never know his owners' names, all he knew them by was missus and Master, and everyone else was ma'am or sir. Goon spent the majority of his young life in the house, he was taught how to read and write from the other slaves, in their spare time. By the time he was twelve he was sent around to do grunt work, outside work, and hard labor, a complete change from what he knew. The work was grueling and he had to sleep outside like an animal stuck in an overcrowded hut. By the time he hit Fourteen he had finally had enough of it and tried to run for his first time, he was sick of the treatment of the others and himself, he was sick of the brutality, the cries he heard, the horrible moments of the time. Goon ran and ran, until he couldn't run no more, but that wasn't enough, for he was able to hear the barking of dogs and shouting of the people that were coming after him, so he kept running. Maybe it was the lack of food in his system, or the terrible exhaustion, whatever it was caused Goon to collapse on the ground and blacked out. When he awoke he was chained to a banister, with his hands above his head, and dangling about three feet off the ground. He felt weak, but before he knew it, he heard a cracking and sharp pain come across his back. this happened several times, until he went unconscious from the excruciating pain. When he awoke he was in a small dark cage big enough for him to just stand up, and take one step in any direction. He didn't know how long he was in there, he just knew he was slowly losing his mind being in there. Day turned into night and night into day, minutes became hours and hours became days. After a week he released, and freedom was the last thing on his mind, he wouldn't try to run again for a while. After about two years Goon decided to run again, this time though he figured he'd make it to his freedom, he was secretly training for this very day, ever since he released from the cage. Not only that but this time, he had a family of slaves ready to go, and a few others who wanted to tag along. He figured more people less chance of getting caught. They waited for night to fall, less chance of getting caught, and less guards awake at the time. When the time came they ran, using the light from the moon, Goon had almost made it to freedom without a problem, but at the worst time someone in the group, fell to the ground caught by a bear trap. The person shouted drawing attention to them, within in a moment's notice, alarms were raised and the guards were coming, they were on them closing in on them, dogs and all. Everybody started moving faster, trying not get caught, they were almost there. Goon was in the rear of the group running, slowly making his way to the front. A little girl from the family, had fallen, and even though her family shouted and cried, they didn't stop to help her. Goon knew the little girl would be screwed if they caught her, but if he stopped he'd get caught. At first he just kept running, like he didn't see or hear her cries for help, but he didn't feel right doing is, especially as he heard the dogs and voices getting louder, and the girl was crying louder. She had picked herself up, and ran but she wasn't moving fast enough, she was bound to get caught. Goon had stopped dead in his tracks, figuring the girl could do more with her freedom than he could, as the girl passed him he turned around ready to face those coming, and buy the others time. He had made peace with himself, figuring this to be his last time alive, as he saw a dog and guard. the dog lunged at him and when it did, he was able to grab it by the throat and slammed it to the ground, It let out a shout of pain and Goon followed with it, beating the animal until the thing stopped squirming and breathing. the guard rushed at Goon and kicked him in the side, pushing him over, he looked up at the person with eyes of death, and it seemed to have the guy in a paralyzed state. Which gave Goon enough time to hit the guy where the sun don't shine, the guy leant over Goon in pain. And he grabbed the guy by his head pulling him down to his level, and choked the man out til the struggle stopped. As Goon was finishing the sight of his was going black, last thing he remembered was seeing three men stand down from him. When he regained his sight he woke up in a cage not similar to the other, he was able to move around and had a bed a buck, and there was many others with other people in them. When he asked around he found he wass sold after he killed three guards and a dog, and he was out of it for a week. when he asked where he was he only got the reply of, hell where you fight to the death to survive. The slaves were sent into a ring to fight to the death the winner got to live another day and eat. Goon spent two years there fighting and killing to live, until he was sold to be someones personal bodyguard. He spent a year doing that until one day his master got too drunk, and forgot to lock him up, Goon saw this as a chance for true freedom, no more listening to others without a choice, to do what he wanted when he wanted, and he took off leaving without a worry when the master went to sleep. He wandered and wandered until he was so far away he collapsed.
Role-Play Sample:
{One Year Ago}
Goon having finally gotten his freedom was happy, the air smelled different, the ground felt different, everything just was different, but not in a bad way, it all just felt better. He was looking at things with new eyes. He was just walking on a lonely road, minding his business, enjoying it. Until he heard and saw a large caravan heading his direction from behind. It was huge had animals and a few people with it, as it passed him, Goon attempted to look away and hide his face, the caravan ignored him for the most part, that was until the last cart stopped at him. "You're a runaway aren't you, you ain't gotta lie I can tell. Hop up here and come for a ride, let me speak to you quick. You don't have any supplies, you'll never make it to next town nor is there any water for miles, you'll die most likely than anything, no use in fighting, but ultimately its your choice. and can you make it quick? I'm gonna get left behind." Goon seemed to have no other choice but to take the ride he wouldn't speak anything except thank you. "You don't have to talk it's fine I'll talk for you because I got a proposition for you. I myself was once a slave, but then I got saved by these circus folk, they gave me room and board, food and a job. They helped me out a lot and I'm very grateful, but it wasn't only me they help they've helped hundreds of other, see by day they just look like circus people, but by night we become freedom warriors. Now I wanna extend that deal to you, I never got your name, but I'm Libertas. Think about it atleast." Goon thought about it for a good hour, addressing the pros and cons of it, and ultimately it seemed like a good idea for the time. When night fell he gave his answer, "Libertas, I'll take the deal.