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Jhoir has a minion!

Minion the Asmodempkin




Jhoir
Legacy Name: Jhoir


The Steamwork Endeavor
Owner: Shaeji

Age: 12 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: August 16th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 16th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 13
     
  • HP: 13/13
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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But I'm almost out of breath from saying things I'll regret.
I'm loosing sleep, I can't compete, I'm giving up, I can't do this alone
I still wonder when the medicine will take it's effect.
I'm infected with you, pull the plug already.
~Lyrics by Demon Hunter



[Name] Jhoir Mai
[Meaning] Life Riddle
[Alias] Jhoir
[Age] 80, immortal, appears to be 25
[Gender] Male
[D.O.B] Has no records

[Physique] Tall, Built, Muscular
[Height] 6'6
[Weight] 280, weight comes from his robotic arm and other organs that are computer like.
[Eye Colour] One eye is blue, the other eye is robotic.
[Hair Colour And Style] Prue white thick hair. Messy and layered. Covers part of his face. Though all in all makes him look more than that he really is.
[Dress] Wears tight leather pants and a black button up dress shirt that always has the first five buttons unbutton. He likes to show off his body after all. Wears black leather gloves. Wears a collar around his neck from the lab that he hasn't managed to get off his neck. Yes he has been wearing it for the past 74 years. Is often seen with a dark green gas mask with faded yellow warning stickers on it. It is another gift from the lab. He only wears it when he wants to talk through a town at night without leaving any signs that he was there.
[Powers] His blood is no longer blood anymore, it is a biohazzard chemical that is lethal to mortals and some non-mortal species. If anyone has this enter their blood stream, like through a wound or through the mouth, they will either turn into a creature like him or die a horrible painful death that takes an hour. He is immortal. He can regenerate any limbs, even his head. Though if his head is chopped off, it will grow back and he will have no memory of his life from after his destroyed the lab. Super human strength. Can control electricity and oftens uses it to blow fuses in whole towns. He breaths out toxic fumes that will kill anyone under the age of 12 and any plants around him. Has to wear a gas mask to stop this. Has a few other powers, but he doesn't like to share them.
[Personality] Daring, Aggressive, Flirtatious, Cocky, Sly, Selfish, Arrogant, Murderous, Very Unstable, Twisted, Dark, Dominate, Conceited, Angry

[Orientation] Bisexual
[Passion] Anything that moves
[Friends] Exavier
[Enemies] To many to count for
[Siblings] Dead
[Parents] Dead



[Theme Song] Demon Hunter - Infected
[Role Play Status] Closed



[Past]
Jhoir grew up on an island that was untouched by modern technology. His people had only been spotted once before almost three hundred years ago. Books were written of a race of people with tan skin, bright blue eyes, and white hair. They could not get sick, they were stronger than the average human, they were very tall, their senses were almost tens times as strong as other humans. They were the super race of humans. For years people tired to find them, but no one could. Soon Jhoir's people became a myth more than a fact. Which they were fine with, they didn't want to be bothered with the outside world that knew nothing of them and like wise they to them.
Jhoir remembered being about five years old and the King's son was about to be appoint his life mate. He knew in their culture it could be male or female. The choice wasn't upon the king's son, but of a glass orb that always told the truth. It had never failed their race since it started. It always made perfect couples, even if they hated each other at first. Though remember, in Jhoir's race, age five was like age 12 and Jhoir was about 4'0 already. Then the king spoke the name. It was his name. He remembered it so well. Everyone stared at him. Though the king's son looked less than pleased. Jhoir felt anger rise in his stomach at that look. He would prove to the boy that he was a perfect mate.
The next month was hell for poor Jhoir. He tired to proof himself, but something happen to make himself look like a fool. He often he ended the day fighting with his future mate and they would storm off to their houses. One day during one of their fights, a loud bang was heard. Jhoir thought it was the volcano, but it wasn't. Before anyone knew it, men came with strange machines came and kidnapped six childern. Jhoir, the king's son, and four others. Anyone who tired to fight for the childern were killed. They were dragged away from the village, through the other villages that had all been whipped out, to the beach. There they were thrown onto boats that made why for a much larger boat.
Jhoir remembered being scared for the first time in his life, he also remembered his future mate hugging him and telling him it would be alright.
For months the six childern were driven all over Europe showing Germany's power, how they could find and solve anything. They said the childern were the true race blessed by god, who ever that was. Then somebody came out with crazy hair saying he could turn them into the ultimate human race. So it was done. The six childern, now between the ages of six and eight, were thrown into cages almost in a strange place that was all metal. No nature at all. Then the tests began...
They were horrible tests. Strange sticks went into his arms pumping him with this strange liquid that burned more than a flame. It felt like he was burning from the inside out. He remembered being knocked out with a gas and waking up with strange stitches on his body. The worst was when he woke up with his left arm missing, and in it's place was a robotic arm. The other childern had the same thing. They were all even names. His future mate was Project-X, he was Project-Y, and the other childern were 1, 2, 3, and 4. They were extra encase they died. The worst test was when he was placed in a glass jar of some kind. Many needles came out of nowhere and caught onto his skin. They wouldn't let him move. Then liquid poured in from the top filling the jar quickly. He thought he was going to die. They were drowning him. The rest was blank, he must have past out.
When he woke up, there was a girl in the room with him. He was no longer in the jar, and he had no needles poking into his skin. He still alive. Then someone came up to him and ripped a mask off his face. Gasping, he saw a strange green gas escape from his mouth. Exhaling again, the gas came again. Gasping, he went over to the girl who was just starring at him. He was trying to ask for help, but she didn't understand him. Then suddenly she began to shake and foam at the mouth. Dropping to the floor, she laid there shaking horribly. She started to scream as twist and turn. Panic filled him. Racing to the door he began to hit it and kick it, but nothing. After an hour of hearing her scream and cry, she died. After that Jhoir was different.
Jhoir went through the motions of the tests, sat still when they replaced his eye with a computer one unlike the others. He became coldhearted. He wasn't human anymore. He was this thing created by man. He was a weapon that would be used in battle. So many other things happen in the lab, but they all became a blurr. At the age of 16, he remembered being declared dead. Though he couldn't tell them other wise. it was horrible, he couldn't move at all. He watched Project-X, now Mai being dragged away as he tired to run over. over the course of their time in the lab, they two had grown very close. It was almost heartbreaking to watch his future mate be dragged off like that.
Before his body was dumped in the fire, he was able to move. Gasping, he sat up and someone pulled him out just in time. The other four childern just burned int he fire making the flames turn green. Frowning, he let himself be put into a strange thing and driven away to another lab. There another test was performed, but Jhoir refuses to talk about it. Far to horrible to repeat again. He was in his room recovering, but something snapped in him. He remembered changing and feeling anger. In the next moment, the lab was destroyed, everyone was dead and he was standing there in a medical gown looking at the mess he created. Looking down at his human hand, he saw sparks jumping around it. He was controlling electricity. Though for a moment he stood here unsure of what to do. He knew he had his first taste of blood, but didn't know it tasted. Reaching down to a puddle of blood at his feet, he dipped his fingers in it and took a lick. It was wonderful.
The next thing he remembered was a twisted grin that grew across his face. Grabbing a gas mask he began to walk down the road with an evil gleam in his eyes. He knew from now on, he would get anything he wanted and no one could stop him. He also vowed never to get caught and to find his mate again, even though they both had different thoughts on what to do with their new found powers and bodies.


-story will gain more details soon well as some parts will be rewritten soon-

~[Facts]~
[1] Jhoir laughs, chuckles, and snickers at everything. No matter what is going on. Yes he has lost a bit of mind, figuratively and literally.
[2] Jhoir has a habbit of licking his canines which by the way are almost an inch long and start as a knife. He only licks his canines when he is into someone he is talking to or thinking about naughty things.
[3] Jhoir loves to show off his body. So if he walks around shirtless, enjoy the show. He knows he has a perfect body. Yes he is quite into himself.
[4] Jhoir's face always has some kind of smirk or grin. Which is okay, but with his sharp canines, green-ish tongue, and saliva that glows radio active, it's a bit creepy.
[5] Jhoir is quite a player, though he will stick to one toy for awhile before up and leaving. He isn't that heartless. He always gets what he wants. He doesn't believe anyone can say no to him.
[6] Though Bisexual, women often annoy him. They are to weak for his liking. Though he can't get over their curves, how soft they are, and the free fun bags connected to their chests. He normally loves men, though they are always younger than him, but not to young. A few of his lovers have been older than him.
[7] The only person Jhoir ever dreams about is Mai. Jhoir has yet to figure out if he loves Mai or wants to kill him, perhaps do a bit of both. So don't get your hopes that when he is muttering in his sleep, that it is you.
[8] The only time that Jhoir shows any type of weakness is after a nightmare. Since they don't happen all that often, it's a rare sight to see. These nightmares are of the tests and of the thing he can do that he hasn't told anyone about.
[9] Jhoir, much as he loves killing, he hates to kill childern under the age of 12. They are still innocent and the memory of the girl dying because of his fumes will forever be in his mind.
[10] Jhoir loves sundaes. Any type of ice cream...besides mint.


~[Friends]~

-needs role plays-


~[Art Work]~

-no artwork at the moment-


Pet Treasure


Green-Lens Gas Mask

Useless Wires

Pet Friends


Teldryn
Think I'm going to stay around for awhile Scaly *smirks*