Post by blackjack on Apr 12, 2011 21:46:10 GMT -5
Blackjack | 22 | Male | regular | Pm
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Jacob Devinette/ Herralta (demon name)| an even 750 years old | Heterosexual | Whatever benefits him |Information broker/mystical arms dealer | Jospeh Gordon Leavitt[/color][/font]
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* Change of Shape - Magically infused blood within the demon enables him to be capable of shifting in to any humanoid form. Ranging from human to various other kinds of demons. Thus allowing him to appear whatever age he prefers. This also gives him a healing factor as shifting from one shape to the next kick starts the healing process reducing what would be fatal to the average human to a matter of days or hours to him.
* Speed is the key - As a demon his speed and reflexes are far past normal human standards. He even ranks above vampires on the speed scale at top speed he seems to move like a blur even to creatures that have enhanced speed.
* Talented Tongue - Possessing the gift of tongues, Jacob is capable of speaking and understanding a new language within a few sentences of hearing it.
* Magic Man/Lore Master - Magic is not only in his blood but in his lineage as he is well versed in the magic arts from several centuries of learning. His age and learning has also given him a great deal of knowledge about history and demonology.
* Deal Maker - Skilled at games and manipulation he can read people like books and shift and change aspects of his personality to gain peoples trust and make them operate the way he wants to.
WEAKNESSES
* Strength is low - While his species is inhumanly fast, they have no better strength than the average human. Therefore coming down to a pound for pound match he would falter against a stronger brawler.
* Wild Copper - As iron is to the fairy folk and sunlight is to vampires, copper is to his people. Contact with it stings like being stabbed. Prolonged contact causes his skin to blacken and break as if he were on fire. Ingesting it in low doses causes sickness and high enough doses could kill him.
* Endangered species- Most of his species was hunted to extinction several hundred years ago. Therefore he tends to play it cautious when it comes to direct conflict. He also seeks a suitable mate to continue his line because of the fact that he is one of a dying breed.
* Binding contracts - If someone can get him to sign an agreement or deal in his blood he must honor it no matter what due to the magic infused in his blood and a honor bound tradition of his people. The only way he can break the contract is by completing the terms or killing the person who's service he's under.
* Overconfidence is your weakness - A chess player and manipulator he frequently believes himself to be capable of talking his way out of anything leading to overconfidence and underestimation of his enemies.
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His shape shifigtng capabilities he can be whoever he wishes but his "default" human shape has a mess of black which is frequently mused up or slicked back. He has brown eyes,which always seem to carry a gleam of amusement in them. Standing at about 6'3 he is tall with a angular face and a lanky build.He keeps his face clean shaven (occasionally allowing some scruff to grow if he gets bored.) The default human form can appear 18 to 21 depending on who's looking and if he shifts minor details.
Due to his healing factor he has a surprisingly low amount of scars with one notable exception: A diagonal white scar on his left shoulder blade that he got when struck by a copper blade. As if to make things even he has a diagonal tribal tattoo on his right shoulder blade,that he got out of boredom one day.
His actual demon form appear like a tall humanoid fox/coyote. Yellow eyes, a slender tail , and claws. Though he almost never reverts to his natural form, preferring to keep the mystery
PERSONALITY
More than anything, Jacob is an opportunist. Always calm and composed, although with an ever-ready quip,Jarlaxle deliberately cultivates an air of mystery about himself, keeping his actions unpredictable so that even his closest friends are often kept off-balance and guessing as to his next move. Predictability allows individuals to study a potential opponent, note their apparent strengths and weaknesses, and plan accordingly; thus, unpredictability is a great asset to him, as others are forced to improvise, rather than plan ahead, when dealing with him.
Jacob enjoys manipulating chaos and disorder—as well as causing it and then manipulating it. He seems to greatly enjoy learning new things and living through new and unique experiences, probably at least partly due to the boredom of having lived so very long (he is apparently centuries old.) He enjoys manipulating circumstances to generate chaos and see what happens, often viewing everything as a game (at times, he can be rather cold regarding the lives of those he manipulates as pawns in his games.)
Jacob has a very charismatic personality, always willing to talk his way out of situations rather than resort to force of arms. Moreover, talking is what he does best. He can be extremely charming and persuasive, an especially remarkable feat given that he is usually either addressing evil, paranoid creatures that trust few or no one else
He tends to have a great natural insight into the instincts, thoughts and desires of potential partners and enemies, and whenever possible, tries to pursue mutually beneficial goals in order to avoid conflict. He appears also to be extremely intelligent and a brilliant tactician
Jacob is very skilled at thinking several steps ahead of allies, enemies, and potential enemies. He also prefers not to kill anyone as long as he can manipulate the person to serve his interests, no matter how small their role might be.
LIKES
- Gambling: Anything for that rush, his favorite moment is roulette while the dice is still spinning.
-Ginger Candy: Tangy with a sweet after taste, he enjoys that candy more than he enjoys half of the humans he talks to on a daily basis
-Puzzles: Anything that can challenge his intellect be it a crossword puzzle or why a person is who they are. he enjoys the challenge.
- Late nights: A nocturnal species by nature he favors night over day.
- Magic: Whether it be actual powerful spells or just simple card tricks his species natural affinity to it makes him delighted to observe and participate in it.
DISLIKES
- Bad Liars: If your going to lie... lie well. A philosphy that he belives in theredore if someone hasn't the skills to lie well it makes them useless
- Copper: .....it burns!
- Early Mornings: He firmly belives that any true "morning person" should be forcibly crucified in the east and be made to stay awake and forcibly watch the sun rise as the sun burned their retinas.
- Boredom: It is the mind killer..and his mind is already deadly enough
- Cats: Myabe it's his canine features in his true demon form or the fact that they rub him the wrong way. Him and a cat should never be put in the same room.
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Herralta arranged to have his first rival killed when he was only a sprightly 10 years old. He spent most of youth in Europe and Asia areas ripe with conflict back then. His favorite trick was to kill top advisors to the king as shift into their form. Manipulating chaos and such for profit he continued wandering the earth until the mid 1800’s when he settled briefly in a demon infested named Sunnydale. He then made it is business crossing and double crossing demons that lived there. All was well and good until the late 1800’s when he encountered a demon hunter that tracked him down. The battle finally ended with Herralta getting struck in the heart with a copper blade. In his last moments of consciousness he muttered a spell that sent him to a pocket dimension where he then spent the time healing for him it seemed like a few days but in reality decades passed.
When his spell finally collapsed he returned to the spot where he was struck only to find a hospital in what once was a barren field. Herralta was very confused and also very disappointed that English became the law of the land. He wandered for a while and learned that his speices in the 1930’s to 1960’s had been hunted to near extinction those that were left had fled to a lower plane. It took him awhile to come to grips with that. However he adjusted then learned what insanity had taken place in the span of years and the fate of two slayers in the same place of evil. However he eventually emerged, and began crafting his niche in Sunnydale.
Using his blackmailing, extorting, and killing his way through a few pieces of the Sunnydale supernatural underground he soon gathered himself a small base of henchmen and set himself up as the premiere information broker. Later due to his magical aptitude he also started to make his name in magical weaponry items and potions used for destruction.
He also made an alternate identity as Jacob Devinette (Devinette meaning riddle in French), a transfer student in Sunnydale High in order to keep tabs on the Slayers and Watchers that seemed to congregate there.
So now he maintains the cover of a mild mannered high school student and secretly his rela business is slowly becoming a legitmate power in Sunnydale, though it seems as though even this is somehow part of a grander scheme. Though only time will tell what that is…
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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'd kind of want him to play both sides, selling magical weapons to the bad guys and dealing information to the Scoobies all the while working a bigger game that may get him up as a Big Bad once the vampires and slayers have thier showdown or he may actually switch to the side of good depending on the rp plays...who knows. Also given that his species is dying out I'd also be tempted to also have some plots concerning him finding a suitable mate to bear his offspring (bonus points if it ends up being a good aligned character)
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6 years |n/a | Your one-stop shop for some shadowy fun
One Month Ago.
Undisclosed Location
Lying on the metal gurney, Eddie breathed in and out slowly. He looked up at the warehouse that had been made into a makeshift operating theater. The heart monitor beeped at a comforting rate. His reverie was broken by a man in medical scrubs approached him and spoke as he adjusted his glasses slightly.
“Mr Bloomberg the control module insertion is a fairly simple procedure, but the real trick is the nanites. They have a high rejection rate and even if they do take the process of them bonding to your bone structure and skin is extremely painful. Are you sure you want to do this?”
For the fifth time Eddie wished that he told someone anyone what he was doing. Tim, Cassie, Jaime, Rose….well maybe not Rose. She’d probably kill him for doing what he was about to do. That and..well so many other things. However he breathed in and out one more time and said “ Yeah Doc, I’m sure let’s get this over with.”
“…and are you sure you understand the terms of our arrangement as well?”
He sighed “ Yeah I do. Hey at least I’m dealing with good guys this time. Not…you know, the devil.”
The doctor nodded and then put the mask over Eddies mouth and the anesthesia took hold in a minute or two.
***
He had this nightmare before.
He sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair as a candle was in front of him, the candle glowing slightly. Then from the shadows came a man his hair pale white and his eyes full of malevolent intrigue.
“Hello Eddie.”
It was Neron.
“Did you really think you could escape so easily?”
With a wave of his hand he conjured a mirror and all Eddie could do is watch as his human features morphed into that of which he used to be. Red skin, white hair, and horns. The chair shifted into a cold metal chair and chains wrapped around his arms and legs preventing him from escaping.
Wake up wake up wake up…. He thought but he knew better. He wouldn’t wake up until, it was over.
“You still have the devil in you Eddie. Just waiting to get out.”
Then something new happened. Eddie felt a tickle in his right arm.
…and then his world was nothing but all consuming pain wracking his body. Eddie screamed.
Now:
Crappy Apartment
“69…70.” Eddie counted as he finished his set of pushups and got up and from the floor of his dingy apartment. He was in a dingy apartment in Gotham City. He had come along way seeing as two weeks ago he couldn’t have moved out of his own bed without tremendous strain, but it looked like the nanites had finally bonded, giving him the fluidity of movement that he needed.
So now it was time for a real test.
He walked over to a mirror and looked in it. He then closed his eyes and with a thought called the nanites to the surface. From the center of his chest, there came a almost liquid red as if he had a large bleeding cut. However the red spread over his chest and down his legs, eventually solidifying into his suit. Then the red emerged from his hands as they formed over them forming gloves, as Eddie wiggled and flexed them to ensure that he could move his hands.
Then from his forehead a white slat came out forming over and then fitting over his nose, as red came up over the rest of his face and at the top by his forehead the red rose upward forming horns. The mask looked solid and without a mouth but there were microscopic holes that that allowed him to breathe and small speakers that amplified his voice allowing him to “speak” through the mask.
Once costume had finished forming, Eddie grabbed a full length coat to complete the costume and also his new and improved trident from the closet. It was time to head out.
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Gotham City Warehouse District
Despite practicing, Eddie was still amazed at the ease he jumped from rooftop to rooftop now that the nanites boosted his strength, speed, and agility. However he soon found himself where he now was crouched above a dingy warehouse looking in the skylight above. Inside was a sizeable gang, their orange colors giving them away for the street gang they were. Also inside, was a another group, this one more professional and dressed in black, several crates behind them.
Street crime…it was a beautiful thing.
He had tracked down this place as a major gun supplier for the this gang and others. Now he waited, as they spoke unaware that they were being watched.
To be fair he could have picked a less dangerous first run for his new Red Devil suit,this was Gotham city after all where there was as much crime as there were Starbucks. However, this one caught his eye more than anything else he had heard about through what minimal contacts he possessed.
Crrrk…
He was broken out of his thoughts though when he heard that crack. Nathan looked down and saw that the skylight he was crouched on was slowly getting more and more hairline cracks as he crouched on it.
“Crap.” He muttered as the cracks added up and he could no longer be on their as he crashed through skylight. The gang members looked up as did the gun runners,
His mind raced as he tired to angle his descent a bit and as he got closer to the ground he hit a nearby gang ,member with both feet downing him as he landed in a crouched position. It almost looked as if he had done it on purpose. “ Hey guys may want to get your roof checked more often. Skylights that crack that easily can not be good for the whole covert meeting place thing.”
Note to self: Get better witty banter.
It was then that he became aware that everyone in the room had some sort of gun pointed at him.
“Gonna be a long ass night.” He muttered as he took out what looked like a red baton, it then extended out like a bo staff and out one of the sides, the three prongs of a trident shot out. He pointed it forward and a fire ball shot out of the middle prong and the assorted criminals scattered, giving Eddie enough time to scramble for some cover before the hail of bullets ensued.
So far, this could have gone worse.…
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