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Jono the giant

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About Jono the giant

  • Birthday 10/14/1995

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  1. Well! What is it then! DAY OFF! 

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  2. Jono the giant

    Everybody Loves Sal

    Sal sal sal if he died the legend. Of his name would never die
  3. Got to wait untill the 21st of september for spyro reignited uugh.. Hurry up time!

  4. Mikhail sokolov was born in the Town of Gvozdno on the 14th of october 1977 in his adult years he was a top performing student who studdied history with a passion, and had always had a interest in the 11th and 12th century in medieval chernorussia, infact he was so intreiged by it he decided to live life in these old ways and devoted his life to the 10 commandments of chivalry. Mikhail would go town to town offering food And supplies to fellow survivors and to try to recruit members for his prestiegous allience what he has called the "vanguards of olde" if he is to be sucsessful nobody knows, but he has only one thing on his mind and that is to fight for what is right and to defend the innocent no matter the cost even if it means to loose his own life in the process. Mikhail is hoping to make allies and to help them in quarries with their enamies establish regular trading arrangements with local town tradesmen and locate a new home to protect the weak and vulnerable in the infection
  5. Wilhem bachman was born in berlin germany on the 14th october 1985, being raised in a household where his parents were medical professionals wilhem always had a interest in science and medicine as a young boy and he flourished in school and college in these subjects already showing a higher iq then the rest of his friends in his early adult years he had graduated university with a degree in medical science and moved to the U.K to work for glaxosmithklien. Wilhem was incharge of making new pharmacutical products for the NHS instead he spent his time developing his own superdrug he was calling Xp609. Wilhems exploits at GSK were costing him dearly and he had been caught developing Xp609 when he decided to try the first complete stable batch it caused him to draw attention to himself and when his experimental drug was examined by his collegues he was shortly fired. All of his research was copied onto a USB drive what he carries around with him at all times he has further since developed Xp609 and traveled to various different locations around the world with his life savings to test each new development on the down and outs of multiple countries to see how each new tweak would effect a person, some versions were the cause of a slow and painful death some offered the most euphoric experiance anyone could ever dream to imagine but he still needs to make it completly perfect. In 2014 wilhems journey lead him to chernorussia where he touched down in south zagoria going from town to town city to city testing on multiple people sometimes against their will to try the latest development and to see the results upon Xp609 entering their bloodstream. When the outbreak ensured wilhem saw the oppertunity to mass produce his new wonderdrug as a escape from reality and to get people forget about living in a post apocoliptic time. Xp609 is still not fully perfect but not as lethal as before and his progress shows sign of near perfect completion, wilhelm will entice people before trying to force them to take Xp609 to record results for thurther development if needed.
  6. Jono the giant

    Sorella Pizza

  7. rough upbringings: Living in north london as a child was hard, it was rough, crime all over the shop nothing more you could expect from a highly populated suburban neighbourhood in the UK especially when you are brought up into the world the way it is today in a underground crime syndicate having to see people battered in your living room by your father, people being disposed of whilst you play about in the house... Hearing screams of tortured rats and snitches in the early hours of the morning spilling everything to father what they had told police and other syndicates... Not your adverage upbringing i must admit, atleast i grew up with no troubles or fears of anyone after i had seen everything. Not healthy i must admit but thats the way crime networks go about their buisness.. the "tax man" My nick name of "the tax man" was given to me by the residents in london and my estate alongside many surrounding counties and areas. No i did not work for her majesty in her revenue and customs, i was a loanshark for my father. my job was to get payment back from people who owed my father bigtime... Especially Dealing with late payers any amount past 100,000 of her majesties great british pounds was the job for me and thats where my nickname came from by taxing people of their kneecaps, for being late with the payments owed to my father ofcourse as they say... Time is money! Taking up our valuble time and recources was repayed with the inability to walk and also to get the message across to pay on time... The word was if the taxman was comming find the money fast... Or run its up to you but i would certainly make sure you were never bloody walking again thats for sure. Many people chose to pay when others were stupid and thought they could cheat the tax man by dodging paying up the most wonderful thing about those people you really see who the men and who the mice are when being asked questions and about to have a hammer disintergrate their kneecaps i dont know what it is about my job i love so much, is it having the name given to me what people fear? Is it working for my highly sucsessful father? Is it hearing the knees pop and crunch on every blow of the hammer? I couldent tell you. the honest earning cockney lad: just because i grew up in a family who operated underground doesent mean i dident have a legitimate buisness on the side.. I ran a nightclub and casino called cezars (che-zars) mainly used to give myself a day off and most importantly have fun because whats the point in having a buisness if you dont enjoy what you do? poker tables, blackjack, roulette, baquratte, craps, slot machines we had it all on the second floor was the nightclub, mostly popular with the teens and students many casino patrons would visit too. booked events would be held with the highest priority with so many VIP's floating about security was kept to the highest of standards along side with outstanding customer service. however my reputation put off aload of customers after hearing who ran the damn place cant blame them but if they saw how much i cared for my customers and that inside my own buisness they had nothing to fear im a nice guy really its just that buisness is buisness and it will always be like that... the last job: patrick o' mahony The last job i was sent on was to recieve payment from a member of the o'mahony family.. Patrick... The dirty grubby little bastard, thought he would be smart and run off with 337,000 and leave the country, he dissapeared off of the radar ofcourse before i got ears of the rat had touched down in south zagoria in chernarus, he thought he had made it away.. When im looking for you especially for mine and my fathers money i will find you in the end, i touched down amd this place is massive nothing like the UK and certainly no walk in the bloody park i will tell you that me ol" china plates, after weeks of asking around showing his picture to numerous residents his ugly mug on a polaroid i finally spoke to someone who recognized him he was right down the south in a little seaside town called kamyshovo not very populated quiet place perfect to lay low, got to admit the guy was smart but i couldent wait to get my hands on him the good part of my trade: when i walked to the house he was staying in you had never seen a bloke get on the floor so fast in your life, in my bag i reached in and got Cracker out, cracker is my hammer given to me by my father for my 21st its gold plated i think, i never tampered with it to see if its solid or not, with the most unique feature a hammer can have besides being gold ofcourse... Authentic rubies attached to the hammerhead in the shape of a skull. I held it out at arms length pointing it at the shaking wreck on the floor and said "well patrick, payments due.. Your late and ran for it.. Not even got a single pound more than you promised on investment! You think you could just take it and run away? I dont think so... now intrest and taxes have been added on... You know the score patrick.. Dont fight it" patrick got to his knees and put his hands together shaking them and said "no, no, no mr black no please, i am already in trouble and on the run i needed too i was going to repay the money as soon as i was gone i swear it" "but time for payment was two months ago im sorry patrick, now stay fucking still buisness is buisness" i slung him to the floor and he shuffled back with his feet untill he hit the wall with his back, then with all my strength... smack... One now fully fucked and broken leg "and the other one!" I said loudly crushed the decond knee cap and asked "where do you keep the bread and honey patrick" he pointed to a small wooden oak chest in the corner of the room, i picked up the bags inside and walked out the door slowly and said "oh patrick, if its not all here it will be alot more than your knees ill be fucking breaking next time" Troubles abroad: On my way back heading out of south zagoria to get to the airport.. Military personel and local police forces were forbidding anyone to leave the country and to wait untill they were given the all clear to let traffic go into and out of chernarus.. Apparently theres some sort of infection turning people into "zombies" ooooh! scary i know... All joking aside they dident want to let any potential carriers transmit it any further into the world and start what could potentially be a appocalypse. We was told to tune into a frequency on a radio everyday at 12 midday to be updated on the current situation, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months then all of a sudden the transmition stopped and this could only mean i had no way of contacting home, this was it... I was stuck here.. Time to find a way back to london somehow... Or i have to suck it up and live here for a whiile... One way or the other ive got to face the facts and get on with it Surviving through working: In the many months having been stuck here ive been moving about the place trying to settle in but its nothing like home, i need to find a crowd of people who i can fit in with and work alongside to make myself feel more at home.. On my travels up north i stumbled across a little town what was occupied, i saw a fire in the distance and sat next to it in a group of people all wearing flatcaps and the vast majority wearing tracksuits... One of them had said a speech before walking off, i spoke up and introduced myself to them bunch of nice chaps the town was home to the moretti family, a mafia just the sort of people who i need to be around to keep myself at home and not loose my sanity After introducing myself and where i am from and what i do i was told i would do here just fine as long as i work and dont slouch around ofcourse, i need to be near people in power to fill the abcense of being by my fathers side in the black family syndicate even one of the high ranks in the family called cappos will do any work to do clean or dirty im their man, hopefully get to work like back at home too.. I know money is useless these days but if they need information or things owed to them they know the taxman will collect payment and i will make sure they see that and not just a north london boy trying to act like billy big bollocks.
  8. Jono the giant

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    • FieJaxon

    Did jackson keep that derringer? A gift from the taxman 😉

  9. Jono the giant

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    • Lyca

    Need a kneecap destroyed? 😂 just joking thanks for the comment 

    1. Lyca

      Lyca

      Not gonna lie ... that your character just said that really casually was funny as fuck.

      Like... nobody expected that lol... 

    2. Jono the giant

      Jono the giant

      Cockey noth london boys will be cocky north london boys especially when they grew up being virtually untoucbable sorry about that 😂

  10. *he presses the radio button in response to the voice* "Well fuck me someones got a voice, im abit far from there now found another shooter and one of them SKS rifles, whats ya name me ol' cobber"
  11. * a british cockney acsent would transmit on the airways* "Hello, hello. My name is mr black, i am a avid pistol enthusiast looking for a amphibia-s .22 long rifle shooter, name your price if you have one with a magazine and your willing to part with it ill make it worth your larger and lime me ol' china plate" *the radio falls silent*
  12. Cheers to @SlimmDusty and @Gallo for the campfire rp whilst im at work, really helped me get through the evening
  13. Richard black a north london cockney lad, known as the tax man in his local neighbourhood alongside the most of london ,surrounding areas and counties was a feared debt collector working for his father, richard black seniour who was a crimeboss running a underground crime syndicate in north london dealing with drugs weapons, human trafficing and money laundering. richard was the taxman, Making sure people would pay his father back the huge sums of money they asked to borrow with promises of big returns on their investment. Richard would never take jobs too small for his father and his partners it was always a 60/40 given to him for returns so he made sure to only take the massive jobs what could reach in the range of £100,000- £250,000 he would never waste his time on "chumps change" being the son of a crimelord in a crime syndicate wasent the easist things on earth many places wouldent want his company or his buisness and he was told to immidently leave upon his foot entering the door. in reality he was a genuine guy under the mascerade of the tax man... A reasonable buisnessman. Richard was running his own nightclub and casino called cezar (pronounced chez-ar) what was the highest earning nightclub in the whole of north london for aslong as it has been open and running it was also used as a hub for all the local crime families big or small to liase with eachother and talk buisness too ofcourse. Richard had been sent on a job by his father to collect some money from one of his regulars who was well behind on his payments this was abroad and a big step for richard as he has never been asked to leave the country to do a job. With no questions asked richard brought a ticket and flew out to chernarus and once again carried our a sucsessful job and decided to stay a few weeks to enjoy the new bit of scenary and a well deserved holiday. His father agreed with him and told him to return to the uk in two weeks time. Upon returning to the airport there was a problem. Military personel along with police and men wearing yellow hazmat suits were stopping people from entering the airport due to a crisis what was sweeping the country and stopping them from leaving to not spread a so called "infection" what was spreading across the country. Each day richard would tune into a radio frequency to see when forigners were given the go ahead to leave the country and return home, days would turn into weeks and weeks would turn into months. Richard. Now had no way of communicating back to home to let his father know he was ok and he would be returning back home with the money as soon as he could. But the day never came around the radio frequency had been terminated nothing but static and the odd occasional radio chatter heard from military radios. It looks like he would have to survive being stranded the only way he can and that was to offer services to the highest paying customer. Richard has been looking for a person in the same position of power to replace the absence of being by his fathers side and is now looking for anyone who thinks like himself and his father to fit in with untill he finds a way home.
  14. *i sense movement near the bait*

    *something is cautiously examining the bait* 

    *a fish has taken the bait!*

    *i have caught a fish.*

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