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| Topic Started: Jan 30 2009, 01:42 PM (106 Views) | |
| Jenner | Jan 30 2009, 01:42 PM Post #1 |
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ABOUT YOU Approved By: MoAD Name: Skahi Age: 26 YOUR CHARACTER Character Birth Name: Jenner Ferox Lucient Character Current Name: Jenner Age: 26 D.O.B.: April 1st ‘82 Vampire, Were or Human?: Werewolf, Rogue Sexual Orientation and Status: Single & Straight etc Shapeshifter Only Alpha: Yes Dominant or Submissive?: Switch. Aggressively dominant to those he sees as submissive to himself. For someone seen as dominant to him, on the other hand, he can sit and beg as well as any well trained dog. (Just watch the fingers. This dog’s been known to bite the hand that feeds.) Control Level: Can shift various parts of his body at will. While he possesses an anthrope form, he seems to rarely use it. He can shift multiple times without seeming to suffer any ill effect. (It does, in fact take a toll on him. He just ignores the protests of his body and keeps doing whatever.) Physical Appearance: Jenner is built slender, bordering almost on androgynous. Despite that, every gesture and movement shows well toned muscles sliding beneath his skin. Glossy black hair falls just long enough to partly hide his pale violet eyes. Those eyes, combined with his artist's hands and a voice like sex, have been the downfall of more than a few pretty girls. His back is covered in a lattice work of scars from shoulder to lower back, curving around the left side of his ribs; living testament to the treatment he received when younger, as well as the attack that left him a lycanthrope. The underlying scars are paper thin and almost delicate looking leaving no doubt that they were put there intentionally. Ragged scars cover the soft flesh along his wrists, as though some animal had long ago tried to gnaw his hands off. Picture:   Name of person pictured above/Credit to Artist: Alexander Casteels Personality Description: Despite the thin gloss of civility he manages to wear, he is unable to fully pass himself off as a normal, well adjusted human. Partly due to his mental state, but due more to the fact that he thinks more like a werewolf than he does a human. He's controlling, sadomasochistic, temperamental and charming when he chooses to be. There is little to no regret about what he is, though that likely stems from the fact that he can't remember ever being anything else. There is no conscience in him, at least not a conscience that most would be able to recognize, no regret, and no respect for those weaker than himself. The boy has so many crossed wires and fried synapses, its amazing that he can fake ‘human’ as well as he can. Which should really read as ‘at all’. It doesn’t help that he avoids sleep like the plague or plays to his own psychosis. He knows (thanks to a stint or two in a ward) what his problems are. He just doesn’t care to try to fix them. Likes: -eating/sex. It’s all the same to him, since the line separating the two isn’t there anymore. -the way people taste when they’ve been running -eating people -what he is, most of the time -the outdoors -over-stuffed furniture -smoking -marrow -eyes Dislikes: -confined spaces -the asshole that got his mother pregnant -Nieve when she’s being a snotty bitch -sleeping -sleeping -sleeping -people that bitch about what they are, as if it’ll change anything -cops -sleeping -white Strengths: -comfortable in his skin -a survivor -an unsettling ability to hide a body -high pain threshold -excellent grasp of anatomy -speaks English, some Italian and Latin. Weaknesses: -somniphobia -cannibalistic -moody as hell -can’t pass for human for anything longer than a short conversation -his French is … well, its getting better -boy runs his mouth -Antisocial personality disorder Fears: Childhood gave Jenner a wicked fear of confined spaces. His father scares the bejeezus out of him. Ending up in a ward again. History/Autobiography/Rumours: Jenner was born into the upper middle class in Chicago, a mafia brat. His father was a made man, and he his mother was undisputedly one of the most beautiful women in Chicago. Life should have been golden for the young boy. Sadly, his reality was nothing like optimism would paint it to be. His father had an explosive temper, often taking it out on his wife and young son. But things were stressful at work, so one could hardly blame the man too much. His mother was slowly loosing her mind; wandering the manor hallways talking to herself or staring at a wall for hours, leaving the young boy to fend mostly for himself. Needless to say, his mother’s detachment and inability to protect her son instilled in Jenner a deep seated misogyny. He was infected at a young age. The local werewolf pack was unappreciative of the local criminal element and decided to send them a message. The young boy was left for dead along with his nanny. Home schooled for most of his life and fluent in Italian as well as English, he is without a doubt, smarter than the average bear. Despite that though, he was kept separate from most other people his own age. Oh he was allowed to spend time with the other mob sons, but after a savage confrontation spurred by a ‘pretty boy’ comment, Cameron was encouraged to leave his son at home. Like father, like son; Jenner had inherited his father’s temper and then some. But while Cameron was, without doubt, a force to be reckoned with, he possessed none of the savageness that seemed to wait within Jenner. Charming and cunning by nature it was no wonder that he was, despite his feelings about the opposite gender, quite popular with the ladies. Heartbreaker, they once called him. But that was before they started giving him other, much more fitting names. The death of his mother seemed to shift something in the young man, as though one last piece of a damn had been removed and things that had been festering inside were finally allowed free reign. In line with his father’s wishes, Jenner was taken into the family business where his penchant for violence was encouraged and fed. In time, even some of the more hardened members began to question the boy’s actions. Atrocious crimes began to pop up around the city; pretty young girls found dead with whole portions of their bodies missing. The discovery of a multitude of finger bones in Jenner’s possession might have been over looked if there hadn’t also been several pounds of flesh hidden away in his cold cellar. Even the mob has its standards when it comes to violence. Unfortunately for Jenner it seemed as though cannibalism was one step too far. He was incarcerated in a mental institution and subjected to several 'treatments' in order to ‘cure’ him. But pretty naïve girls, akin to those who volunteer at a hospital, are so easily sways by a pretty face and an even prettier pair of eyes. The nurse on duty was discovered in his empty cell, stuffed under the bed. Her eyes were never found. Since then he’s become much more crafty about disposing of his ‘leftovers’. At least, when there is anything left. Family: Cameron Lucient – Father Cicely Lucient (deceased) – Mother Julia Goodman-Lucient (oh so deceased) – wife Mercy Ariande Lucient – daughter. Location unknown. Role Play Sample: (From an old, old AB rp <3 ) There was a sharp rustling as he paced across the blue tarp spread across his bedroom floor, smoke trailing behind him like an afterthought. It had stared out blue, but now it was calico marked with giant red smears broken by the occasional pink and white bone. A bare foot nudged the hollowed sad husk of a ribcage; purple eyes idly watching it rock back and forth. "That's fine. I need to clean some stuff up, so how about you just meet me downstairs." He paused briefly, a deer in headlights almost, as he bent to pick up a corner of the tarp. Few things really surprised him, but hearing the Vargamor swear was just surreal. A chuckle rolled out of him, velvet dark and almost sinfully amused. "I've got no fuckin clue what a 'broken dream' is, but if it's got you swearing, Ginger, then I'll take it seriously." Tucking the phone between an ear and shoulder, he set about gathering the edges of the 'placemat' in order to haul everything to the basement for disposal. Besides amusing the hell out of the Ulfric, there were advantages to living over a butcher shop. "Was that it?" Edited by The Mother of All Darkness, Jan 31 2009, 12:36 AM.
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