Post by Jacob St. Depardieu on May 27, 2010 23:26:26 GMT -6
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[• E X T R E M E . W R E S T L I N G . C O R P O R A T I O N •]
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[• W R E S T L E R ' S . A P P E A R A N C E •]
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• Picture Base •
• Superstar Alias •
Jacob St. Depardieu
• Height •
5'11"
• D.O.B •
May 23rd, 1980
• Weight •
190 lbs.
• Hometown •
London, England
• Residence •
New York City
• Alignment •
Neutral Face
• Current Gimmick •
Rover, Wander, Nomad, Vagabond...Call it what you will.
• Nickname(s) •
JSD
• Entrance Theme •
Iced Earth- Enter The Realm
• Entrance Description •
[[-]]As the lights dim, a melodic passage silences the arena. It plays for about thirty to forty seconds then kicks into a faster thrash as JSD comes through what he calls, "the Portal". A light follows him as he stops at the base of the walkway, palming both his hands together in that of prayer and tilting his head to the left. As the gesture is done, the screen behind him lights up with the image of a ravaged city, with flame pyro shooting up behind him.
He walks towards the ring, head slightly hung but looking around, nodding it every so often. He gets to the ring apron and climbs up, but kneels down and bows his head for a moment, then whipes his feet and gets in the ring.
The lights in the arena are strobbing all around as a symbol represnting the "sulfur of perfection" glides across the ring canvas. He removes his brown trench coat and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing the same symbol on his forearms, tattooed, and coming complete when the forearms are bought together. He returns to his corner and gets on one knee as he waits for his challenger.[[-]]
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• Wrestling Style •
Technical/Submission, minor: Aerial/Risk Taker,
• Favorite Weapon •
Chains
• Strengths •
Precise with strikes, manuevers, and submission.
• Weaknesses •
Vulnerable to high impact moves, takes a few risks, loses focus when the tide turns
• Finishing Move(s) •
"Hollowed Ground"
Reverse Spinning Neck-Breaker/Roll The Dice/Cross-Roads
"Des-Chain"
Inverted Sharp Shooter
• Signature Moves •
"Blackwater Park"
Firemans' Carry Into Neckbreaker over Knee
"Dead Level"
Spinning Brainbuster
"Flare Gun"
Corkscrew Moonsault
• Wrestlers Moveset •
-Double Underhook Backbreaker
-Double Knee Facesmasher (Codebreaker)
-Spinebuster into Powerbomb
-Cradle Piledriver
-Dragon Suplex
-Sleeper Hold
-Suicide Dive between the ropes
-Emerald Fusion
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[• M I N I . B I O G R A P H Y •]
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Enter Biography here
Growing up inside of a town in London, Englund, Jacob spent the majority of time learning his craft through his mother, Lilly. She would sit down with a young Jacob and draw, paint, and laugh with her only son. Dad was never home, his job never clarified.
It was one night when a police officer came to the Depardieu home that his youth would forever be damaged. His father, Gerard, was found dead outside of a warehouse in London. The police had no leads but assured the remaining members that a course of action was to take place, which never happened.
Jacob grew up with anguish and grief. He wanted to find his fathers killer and since drawing and painting wouldn't do him that, the now mid-teen decided to turn his attention to law enforcement. As he made the progress, it was about the time he'd also start to suffer from haunting dreams that left him with only a visual of red slashes and screams.
He began to work the local force, doing a bang up job and in three years time he made it to detective. All of his answers can now begin to be questioned. He would take the advantage of accessing files he never could in uniform.
He'd seen a lot of ugly things taking up this job. It was never easy when there was a crime scene. The town of Everwhere, England was being run by a street gang naming themselves after the early 17th century gang, the Damned Crew. Extortion, bribes, murder, and rape were only some of the bullet points on that list. Continuing to investigate, Jacob would only begin to learn an ugly truth and that was finding out his father was a member of said affliation before his death.
Jacob never got his answer. He decided to quit the force in fear that his brain was going to go into overload. He filled his mind with many thoughts while it ate him up in the night. Sometimes he wouldn't even sleep. Looking for a new outlet, he turned to the world of professional wrestling.
With a boom in the industry and a chance for exposure, he trained viligantly for months before finding a place that would let him begin his new journey. In this sport, he thought, he could find riches but he can also send out a message; subconscienely letting know the murderer of his father that he was out there.
He had to travel to the states to find work. It began in Las Vegas, Nevada at a place called the UWF. His mother supported him as much as she could before her untimely death to cancer. They would talk every night and she would always tell Jacob that he was nothing more than a saint going through all the trials that plagued him. When he signed on the dotted line of the UWF contract, he signed in black ink, Jacob St. Depardieu.
After a few matches, Jacob began to find success. A lot of success. He helped the company rise and when they finally reached a television deal, he was the TV champion going into it. Jacob had many heated feuds but continued to win. The reign of terror was overwhelming after he secured the International title. Without a single loss, fans and the locker room started to turn on him. The more momentum he got, the more heat he recieved. He was told that he wasn't a company man, that he wouldn't do the job for anyone but he did do his job. Sure he got his licks while doing it but he did it the only way he knew how to at this point in his life/career and that was win.
Evantually winning the companys World strap, it was then that all the hard work, all the blood, sweat and grit washed away. Nobody cared about him anymore and was shunned to the undercard. He'd start to get pitted against the new guys that came in and mockingly with the title on the line. Enough was enough as Jacob vacated the title and left the organization without any notice. He knew that it was only going to end up hurt as threats of "retirement due to injury" circulated through the locker room.
Jacob returned to England for sometime to reflect on everything. Maybe all his accomplishments meant nothing to some. For him, he was happy with the way things had went. He took it as a "dog eat dog world" prespective and lived on his luxuries for time, which in that, he picked back up on his art.
Visiting his mothers grave, he promised he'd make sure to find the closure they both so longed for. When he went to visit his fathers grave, redemption over came him and he promised that one day he'd find the person who took his life, but he'd go back into the wrestling world, a place where he could travel the world and let it be known that he is bigger than the scum that shot his father dead.
Jacob continues his quest in revenge, glory, and honor in the confines of the Sedition Wrestling Alliance...
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[• N O T E S •]
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[• A B O U T . T H E . H A N D L E R •]
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• Name •
Vincent
• Age •
25
• Years/Months E-fedding •
Approx. 12 Years (On/Off)
• Staff Experience (If Any) •
Match/Segment Writing, Show Writing
• GM Experience (If Any) •
Managed two feds in early career
• GFX Skills (If Any) •
N/A
• How Did You Find Us? •
Roughkut/EWC
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[• E X T R E M E . W R E S T L I N G . C O R P O R A T I O N •]
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[• W R E S T L E R ' S . A P P E A R A N C E •]
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• Picture Base •
• Superstar Alias •
Jacob St. Depardieu
• Height •
5'11"
• D.O.B •
May 23rd, 1980
• Weight •
190 lbs.
• Hometown •
London, England
• Residence •
New York City
• Alignment •
Neutral Face
• Current Gimmick •
Rover, Wander, Nomad, Vagabond...Call it what you will.
• Nickname(s) •
JSD
• Entrance Theme •
Iced Earth- Enter The Realm
• Entrance Description •
[[-]]As the lights dim, a melodic passage silences the arena. It plays for about thirty to forty seconds then kicks into a faster thrash as JSD comes through what he calls, "the Portal". A light follows him as he stops at the base of the walkway, palming both his hands together in that of prayer and tilting his head to the left. As the gesture is done, the screen behind him lights up with the image of a ravaged city, with flame pyro shooting up behind him.
He walks towards the ring, head slightly hung but looking around, nodding it every so often. He gets to the ring apron and climbs up, but kneels down and bows his head for a moment, then whipes his feet and gets in the ring.
The lights in the arena are strobbing all around as a symbol represnting the "sulfur of perfection" glides across the ring canvas. He removes his brown trench coat and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing the same symbol on his forearms, tattooed, and coming complete when the forearms are bought together. He returns to his corner and gets on one knee as he waits for his challenger.[[-]]
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• Wrestling Style •
Technical/Submission, minor: Aerial/Risk Taker,
• Favorite Weapon •
Chains
• Strengths •
Precise with strikes, manuevers, and submission.
• Weaknesses •
Vulnerable to high impact moves, takes a few risks, loses focus when the tide turns
• Finishing Move(s) •
"Hollowed Ground"
Reverse Spinning Neck-Breaker/Roll The Dice/Cross-Roads
"Des-Chain"
Inverted Sharp Shooter
• Signature Moves •
"Blackwater Park"
Firemans' Carry Into Neckbreaker over Knee
"Dead Level"
Spinning Brainbuster
"Flare Gun"
Corkscrew Moonsault
• Wrestlers Moveset •
-Double Underhook Backbreaker
-Double Knee Facesmasher (Codebreaker)
-Spinebuster into Powerbomb
-Cradle Piledriver
-Dragon Suplex
-Sleeper Hold
-Suicide Dive between the ropes
-Emerald Fusion
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[• M I N I . B I O G R A P H Y •]
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Enter Biography here
Growing up inside of a town in London, Englund, Jacob spent the majority of time learning his craft through his mother, Lilly. She would sit down with a young Jacob and draw, paint, and laugh with her only son. Dad was never home, his job never clarified.
It was one night when a police officer came to the Depardieu home that his youth would forever be damaged. His father, Gerard, was found dead outside of a warehouse in London. The police had no leads but assured the remaining members that a course of action was to take place, which never happened.
Jacob grew up with anguish and grief. He wanted to find his fathers killer and since drawing and painting wouldn't do him that, the now mid-teen decided to turn his attention to law enforcement. As he made the progress, it was about the time he'd also start to suffer from haunting dreams that left him with only a visual of red slashes and screams.
He began to work the local force, doing a bang up job and in three years time he made it to detective. All of his answers can now begin to be questioned. He would take the advantage of accessing files he never could in uniform.
He'd seen a lot of ugly things taking up this job. It was never easy when there was a crime scene. The town of Everwhere, England was being run by a street gang naming themselves after the early 17th century gang, the Damned Crew. Extortion, bribes, murder, and rape were only some of the bullet points on that list. Continuing to investigate, Jacob would only begin to learn an ugly truth and that was finding out his father was a member of said affliation before his death.
Jacob never got his answer. He decided to quit the force in fear that his brain was going to go into overload. He filled his mind with many thoughts while it ate him up in the night. Sometimes he wouldn't even sleep. Looking for a new outlet, he turned to the world of professional wrestling.
With a boom in the industry and a chance for exposure, he trained viligantly for months before finding a place that would let him begin his new journey. In this sport, he thought, he could find riches but he can also send out a message; subconscienely letting know the murderer of his father that he was out there.
He had to travel to the states to find work. It began in Las Vegas, Nevada at a place called the UWF. His mother supported him as much as she could before her untimely death to cancer. They would talk every night and she would always tell Jacob that he was nothing more than a saint going through all the trials that plagued him. When he signed on the dotted line of the UWF contract, he signed in black ink, Jacob St. Depardieu.
After a few matches, Jacob began to find success. A lot of success. He helped the company rise and when they finally reached a television deal, he was the TV champion going into it. Jacob had many heated feuds but continued to win. The reign of terror was overwhelming after he secured the International title. Without a single loss, fans and the locker room started to turn on him. The more momentum he got, the more heat he recieved. He was told that he wasn't a company man, that he wouldn't do the job for anyone but he did do his job. Sure he got his licks while doing it but he did it the only way he knew how to at this point in his life/career and that was win.
Evantually winning the companys World strap, it was then that all the hard work, all the blood, sweat and grit washed away. Nobody cared about him anymore and was shunned to the undercard. He'd start to get pitted against the new guys that came in and mockingly with the title on the line. Enough was enough as Jacob vacated the title and left the organization without any notice. He knew that it was only going to end up hurt as threats of "retirement due to injury" circulated through the locker room.
Jacob returned to England for sometime to reflect on everything. Maybe all his accomplishments meant nothing to some. For him, he was happy with the way things had went. He took it as a "dog eat dog world" prespective and lived on his luxuries for time, which in that, he picked back up on his art.
Visiting his mothers grave, he promised he'd make sure to find the closure they both so longed for. When he went to visit his fathers grave, redemption over came him and he promised that one day he'd find the person who took his life, but he'd go back into the wrestling world, a place where he could travel the world and let it be known that he is bigger than the scum that shot his father dead.
Jacob continues his quest in revenge, glory, and honor in the confines of the Sedition Wrestling Alliance...
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[• N O T E S •]
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[• A B O U T . T H E . H A N D L E R •]
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• Name •
Vincent
• Age •
25
• Years/Months E-fedding •
Approx. 12 Years (On/Off)
• Staff Experience (If Any) •
Match/Segment Writing, Show Writing
• GM Experience (If Any) •
Managed two feds in early career
• GFX Skills (If Any) •
N/A
• How Did You Find Us? •
Roughkut/EWC