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Jonathan "Law" Taylors
Played By: ExpendableLad

Jonathan "Law" Taylors by ExpendableLad

TEAM: Sentinels

SECTOR: Lowtown

KIT CLASS: Master Training


Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 8 wins!

Brutal - 4 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 3
Grifton - Loss 0-0
Gordon "Big Boom" Butts - Win 0-0
Nazahk Virus - Win 0-0
Nightblade - Win 0-0
The Pauper's Nemesis - Win 0-0
Funkmaster - Win 0-0
Jessic Kiera - Win 0-0
The Arena of Khazan - Loss 0-0
Jayme Lloyd - Loss 0-0
Eric Melazai - Win 13-8
Gabriel Daemonchild - Win 15-4

"He's big, 6'8 maybe, big guy, big reach, looks likes he seen a few scraps in his day, lets see what he's got". Jonathan Scott Talyors thought to himself as he squared off with the huge hulking goon in the back of an abandoned warehouse, somewhere in Lowtown Khazan. "Why the the hell am I here anyway?" He pondered,"Oh yeah, the girl, stupid me", he remembered,"The girl was faking an attack from this guy to lure some dumbass into tryin to be a hero and end up gettin robbed, and guess who was the dumbass"." He's throwin a big right hook, too easy " Taylors dodged the blow from the goon with ease," Damn, he's faster than he looks, almost didn't see that one comin, lucky for me I'm faster than I look too", he thought as a quick left jab almost catches him off gaurd, "Any less of a guy would be down for the count now, or at least be gettin a bruised rib out of the mess, come on big man, gimmie an opening." Jon continued to roll it out with the brute, dodging and watching every move, and waiting, thinking to himself about his opponents actions. The kid was young, nineteen maybe, he had probably been in a few backyard brawls, but he was not ready for a real fight, the brawl continued, until,"There it is, the big right again, I got him" As Jonathan dodged far outside to avoid the heavy hit, he quickly and powerfully raised his steel toed military boot upward towards his opponents abdomen and thought, "Got him, just below the sternum, the solar, he's down." The 6'8" hulk of a man dropped like a stone, grabbing his stomach and screaming in shear agony. Jonathan Taylors, was a marine, force recon division for the Khazan Military, he knew where to hit a guy and make it count. Taylors began to speak to the moaning and fallen opponent in a calm almost teacher-like like tone, "The Solar Plexus, the largest autonomic nerve center in the abdominal cavity, if breached by a strong enough blow, it may not only temporarily halt visceral functioning, but......," He got down on one knee and put his mouth near the goons ear,"..It hurts like hell." Jon smiled as he stood up and looked around the area,"Now, where is that damned girl?." He could feel it comin before it even went off, the shot rang out across the beaten down and abandoned warehouse, Taylors had just enough time to avoid having the blast blow his heart from his chest. He felt it hit, and immediatly looked down to watch the right side of his chest explode out in a spray of blood and a flashing light flies across the old warehouse and slams into the wall, his right lung felt as if it had been thrown into a furnace, his eyes became blurry and his footing got weak, but that lasted but a second, forcing out the pain, Taylors whipped around to find the girl, no older than seventeen, holding a R-Class Laser Pistol. "Where the hell did she pick that up? thats Khazan Military stuff, in the hands of some punk kid" Scott thought to himself through a haze of confusion. Within seconds the pain had already begun weakening and dulling, and with a blazing burst of speed he was at her, she fired twice more, he dodged one, but other had grazed his left shoulder, "AHHH DAMNIT!!!, " he yelled out, he had shrugged the shot off like it was nothing, but this was his favorite shirt, "Now I gotta get a new shirt!", he proclaimed as he slammed into her, taking her down like a lineman would hit a quarter back in a sack, the gun flew from her hand. "Crazy woman!!", a short while later, Taylors had tied her down with a stray cord and sitting next to her still aching partner in crime. Talyors figured the guy wasn't goin anywhere soon, and so, he was up and off, the cops on the way. Minutes later as he walked through the streets, Jonathan Taylors lifted up his shirt to check his wounds, the hole in his chest , had almost vanished and his breathing was back to normal and he was feeling as if the whole incident had never happened. "How do I get myself into these things?, even more so, how did I let them talk me out of movin from the Corps. and into the Arena? Well, I guess the worst of the badboys are in the battles, so if I am to take em out, I'll have to go where they roam." He thought to himself as he walked back to the SLJ Compound.

 

Personality: Taylors is a fighter, wartorn and battle hardened, a soldier to the end. Never one to walk away from a fight, and always one to get one started. He fights hard, he refuses to lose, and he's quite resourceful, using anything and everything he must in order to accomplish his goals, hundreds upon thousands of fights, battles, wars, and brawls, have made him a true fighter, one of the greats.

 

Strength:

 

Standard Normal human strength.Agility:

 

Standard Normal human agility.
Body:

 

Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:

 

Standard Normal human mental resources.

Master Training

K.M.M.C, Khazan Military Marine Corps, soldiers trained for years to be able to take on even the harshest of Khazans baddies. Jonathan Scott Taylors was no different, he had taken down some of the biggest and baddest of Khazans villians, and he was still standing. He had trained for ten years in the armed forces of Khazan, and had seen hundreds of battles expanding another twenty-five, he was a true master of his trade, he was a master soldier, and now he is goining into a new battlefield, the battlefield known as the Khazan Battle Arena.

K.M.M.C Training

  • Power: Martial Arts
  • Level:Standard
  • Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
The Khazan Military selfdefense training is the hardest and most dangerous method of fighting known. Grueling exercises and violent exibitions and training sessions teach soldiers to disarm and opponent, or take them out of action within no time, because in the field, its you or them. Those trained within this style are some of the most dangerous fighters in the world, trained with an extensive knowledge of pressure points, weaks spots, and submission techniques, using these skills one can take down even an armor skinned opponent by attacking the correct points on the body. Taylors was is no exception to these methods, he is trained to fight; fight hard and fight well.

Gotta Have an Edge

  • Power: Healing
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Master Training
Taking on Super Villians and all kinds of other dangerous creatures with nothing but a hand gun and some well developed fighting skills is a deadly move, and now that he was heading into the Khazan Arena, it was even more troublesome. Thats why Scott made the decision to undergo the project. The Khazan Military scientist had tested on him for weeks and had finally finished the serum, as they injected him with it he felt the pain from the leg wound ,he had received in a recent run in with some Fallen trouble maker, slowly fade away into nothing. The serum had given him the ability to not only over time heal and and survive from almost any wound, but had given him the power to basically cure almost any known diseases or poisons. The serum had made him feel twenty years younger, his visible signs of age showed clearly that he was a battle scarred soldier at the the grand age of fifty-eight, but inside, his body felt as if it were at the prime of his life. He now had the edge, if he was wounded in battle, say taking a rifle shot to the arm, he could after a minute or so, retake full use of the arm and not have any wound or lasting pain from it and return to battle unfettered.

Total Control

  • Power: Iron Will
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Kit Power Link: Master Training
10 Years of training, the most painful and tormenting mental and physical training any man has even known. This was the K.M.M.C. In the Corps., Taylors had learned to completely control every aspect of his mind and body. He was in total control of his mental and physical self, he could shrug off a punch like it was a joke, and could take an mental attack like a champ. This abilities to take basically any blow and block mental attacks buys him plenty of time to move in and take his opponent down, whether by physical means or with the aid of Rene¨.

Eye of the Tiger

  • Power: Marksman
  • Level:Standard
  • Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
Power: Marksman (Standard) Eye of the Tiger More training, and even more training, to be one of the best, to be one of the Khazan Military Marines you have to be able to brawl, kill, and shoot with the best of them. One of the best marksmen to ever step out of the Corps. , Jonathan Scott Taylors was an excellent shot and had developed the skill to use his sidearm with the greatest of accuracy.

Years On The Field Part I

After spending twenty-two years in the Khazan battlefeild, against the most dangerous warriors of evil known, Jonathan Talyors has developed the uncanny ability to tell not only when he is being watched by someone but to pick up on incoming projectiles from enemy snipers and behind attacks, at first it was no more than a strange chill, he has developed it to the point of being able to tell, even in the thickest fog, or with his eyes closed, whether a presence around him was a fellow team member, someone who had no intention of hurting him, to an enemy, someone with the intent to harm him. He has even been known to be able to tell an old friend, or family member just by the simple fact that they were near him.

Years On The Field Part II

Cat-like reflexes, a must in the field of war, out there you need every advantage you can have, the faster you can draw your weapon, the quicker you can dodge a blow, the quicker you can avoid a shot, this all means the longer you live. Jonathan knew and preach these things to every soldier he ever worked with. He was faster on the draw, and faster on the punch than anyone in the K.M.M.C, and they knew it. With his uncanny ability to pick up on incoming fire, and his ability to move at the slightest impulse from his mind give him the edge, to dodge almost any attack. Not only a defensive thing, this excessive field experience has trained him to raise and fire his weapon with the blink of an eye, to throw a punch that most wouldn't even see coming. If his ability to withstand most attacks didn't even up the odds with his opponents, then his speed did.

 

Rene¨

  • Power: Pistol
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Master Training
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
  • Armor Piercing This attack ignores normal defenses which are not Reinforced.
"Always Be Prepared" The motto that Taylors learned years ago in the boy scouts that he has never forgotten. Even the best of soldiers need some backup sometimes, if a fight gets a little over bearing, to Jon, thats where she comes in."Rene¨" a Khazan Military Industries' Tundra Hawk 50.cal Action Express Hand Cannon. Capable of putting a hole in pretty much whatever he takes aim at. Taylors had Rene¨ "Juiced Up" a bit by a weaponsmith bud of his after finding out how tough some of these FPL SoB's were.