Post by Jefferson Bromley on Apr 29, 2009 3:10:25 GMT 1
The Basics;;
Name:
Jefferson Bromley
Nicknames:
Jeff,Jeffy,Brom
Age:
27
Birth of Date:
August 3rd
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Species
Demon
Power
Shape-Shifting
Alignment:
Evil
The Looks;;
Image:
Celeb Claim:
Wes Bentley
Code word(can be found in the rules)
chosen
Hair:
Black
Eyes:
Blue
Build:
Slinder,Compact
Tattoos or piercing:
Tribal Tattoo on Left Shoulder
Dig deeper;
Likes:
•Blood
•Money
•Alchohal
•Running
•Night Hours
Dislikes:
•Bright Lights
•Hard Work
•Children
•Slayers
•Jazz
Fears:
•Getting Caught
•Dying Alone
Strengths:
•Stealth
•No concern for his acctions
•Not getting attatched
•Hatred
•No Emotion
Weaknesses:
•Ego
•Thinking he's always right
•His sharp tongue
•Letting his Victims Scream
•Woman
Personality:
Jefferson is an unusaly cruel and twisted individual.He lives out deep in the woods so that no one will be able to hear the screams of his victims,but h on the other hand loves hearing thier screams,he gets off on it,that and the thrill of the chase.He's mainly out for blood,anyones blood,but the way he kills is a ver ydisturbing sight and pray you never have to see it.He ties them up and slowly eats their flesh from the bone,a smile on his face once finished,but among his twisted ways he's also very outspoken and sarcastic,a sharp tongue on this one.He can get under almost anyones skin,call it a gift or bad habit.In hunting he will sometimes use the stealthy approach,but he'd rather just use the tactical and run you down,he especialy likes slayers,becouse once he finds you he proves he's the better hunter.
Story of my life;;
Family:
Mother:
Adrianna Bromley(deceased)
Father:
Richard Bromley(deceased)
History:
Jefferson had a pretty normal childhood,both parents loved hi mgreatly,but his mother was his dearest.He was often made fun of,and nick named mammas boy,but no matter all the teasing he stayed attatched to her hip.His father tried many times to get him to let go,but Jefferson wouldn't have it,which angered his father.Jefferson withdrew from him and stayed evne closer ot his mother,almost afraid to go anywhere without her,but she could see this would be a problem later in his life,but she hadn't the heart to deny him.
When Jefferson was 20 his mother fell deathly ill,his father had passed away a year earlier and left him and his mother nothing in his will,well he had nothing to give.They weren'tthe wealthiest of people.Jefferson couldn't imagine a world without his mother,but there seemed to be no way to keep her alive and he hated to see her in such pain.He knew what he had to do,but it would kill him inside.It was the eave of is 24 birthday,he had borrowed his neighbors axe and had waited in his mothers room.In only a few short moments he had killed his mother,but it seemed it wasn't as hard as it seemed.
He walked out of the house,rain washing away the blood from his hands.He didn't know the creature lurking or how the blood was driving it crazy,but before he could realize anything was there he was attacked.He fought it off,soon noticing a strange blood seeping into the large gash in his arm.It was this night he became a demon,somewhat getting him back for killing his mother.He lost most memories ofh is human self,but occasionaly they pop back up with his humanity.
Sample Role Play;;
Jefferson's' legs were burning,aching from the distance traveled,his breathing was labored as he ran past the entry to the graveyard.There was a rhythmic pounding behind him,followed by the panting of two unknown figures.They blended int the night,only their eyes were somewhat noticeable.They chased behind,gaining ground on him,he was running at full speed into the distance.The dark figures were by his side,he lept over a ,marker and they followed.Most in this situation would be worried,scared,but there was a permanent smile on his face as he ran.He ran deep into the graveyard,Finlay slowing his pace,his breathing was heavy,blood stained and dripped from his black leather pants.As he slowed,so did the figures,the came directly his side.He looked down at them and grinned."Good,you can keep up."
The two figured came into the moonlight,two Doberman.They were Jefferson's dogs,two of the most mean and cruel dogs around,they aided him in his killing and torture,they enjoyed it just as much as he,and they only listened to him.He smiled,lifting himself from his leaned over position,he wiped a bit of sweat from his face.He had stopped by his father marker,the dogs were laying on each side of it.It was an eerie sight to see two black dogs laying by a marker at night.He began to walk,passing them up,they followed closely.He came to his mother marker,an evil smile creased his lips.He lifted his leg and side kicked it.It budged,titling and cracking a bit,no one would fix that.
He ran his fingers through his black hair,he himself almost blended with the night,but his skin was so pale and his eyes were so blue,they were an Ice color,it gave him an edge,nothing human could have such eyes.They held no emotion for anything,they were so dark in the brightest way.The black of his pupil seemed to define him more.He walked a few steps forward,soon noticing a fresh grave that had been dug,the smell of death still lingered around it,but so did that of someone else.It didn't take long for him to find her,his dogs had done that for him.She was leaning against a marker with a shovel.The shovel was bigger than her,he found it hard to believe she had dug the hole.
He lent back a bit,his hips thrust up and his back leaning.He studied her for a moment,his dogs growled lowly and he knew his presence was known."Now,now boy.No need to be rude."He smiled evilly,his eyes never left the girl."Evening Raggaza."