Jace Kyle Banner - werewolf

Basic Information

Birth Name: Jace Kyle Banner
Aliases: Jay or J.B
Place of Birth: Murrells Inlet, SC
Age: Real 28, Apparent 24, Gifted 21
Male/Female: Male
Current Occupation: self-employed, a few odd jobs here and there. not an easy life but he survives.
Past Occupation: (If different from above): computer sciences lab tech at the local university

Appearance

Hair Color: light brown, with reddish streaks here and there
Length and Style: short on the sides, short and wavy top
Eye Color: hazel
Skin Color: healthy tan, not too dark
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200
Nationality: Cajun/American
Race: Werewolf
Body Type: tall, in good shape; he isn't going to win any Mr. Universe contests but he can defend himself.
Wolf Form (Werewolf - please read first): a golden red coat, eyes blue as the winter's cold. a small scar on the end of his snout.


Description (if an NPC) or name of your creator/gifter(if a PC) ( Please be as specific as possible, who your creator/gifter was, why he chose to change you, where is he/she now?):
Ah yes, his so called first. Her name was Sophia, 10 years the senior to Jace. He fell in love with Sophia the first time he laid eyes on her.
.."he caught the eyes of a gorgeous young woman. Auburn hair tucked over her left ear, eyes a beautiful shade of green, skin flawless as silk and the most wonderful smile he had ever known. As she spoke, he was motionless; every word that she spoke, flowed over her lips and into his soul.."
"She had chosen him. Chosen, for what? She had taken pity on him, her heart ached for his. Never in a thousand life times had she felt love, the way she felt for him. Bestowed upon him was a gift. A gift of a new life, a better life."
"His only true love, Sophia, had left him alone with this 'gift'. He wanted her back, to spend his life with her, the two of them, a pack, ruling the nights hand in hand, paw in paw. A napkin layed on his desk, on it she had written a note. She loved him, still loves him. Unable to tell him why she left, she told him where. Rouen, France."




Personal Questions

1. Describe your character's personality:
Very quiet, he never spoke up as a kid. After years of bullying, he taught himself to stand up and fight back. He's almost too quick to jump on things now, often before looking first.
Jace loves to laugh, a crude joke here and there. Often he can be defensive, only protecting himself from harm. If he gets to know you, things will be alright; just don't cross him or you'll regret it.

2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger (I.E. typical dress, way they carry themselves etc.):
Working man, worn boots, blue jeans and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up around the elbows.
usually a pair of gloves in the back pocket. He stands tall as taught by his father and confident in his steps.

3.What does your character like?
Jace has always enjoyed traveling the world. From a small boy his first memories are the sunset over Normandy Beach, and the storm clouds over London, England. Since he parents passed, he hasn't had the chance to do it again. Often he can be caught daydreaming of sailing the oceans or fishing off a foreign coast.
A good horror movie, but he prefers the classic ones. A signed poster of Vincent Price from White Zombie is mounted over his bed. Collections of comic books and old school metal LPs scattered on his shelves. An old acoustic guitar sits dusty and seemingly untouched against the wall of his study. He loves music and composing, but with his mind on other things he hasn't touched it since.

4. Dislike? Alcohol, after destroying his family. Committed relationships, after Sophia. Romantic comedies and the Lifetime channel.

6. What are your fears? (please choose and explain 3 minimum):

Love - After his love had left him, he tried to have a normal relationship with an old high school fling; needless to say it didn't last. One stands are about it for him, it never bothers him if he doesn't hear from those women again. In a drunken rage; his father had beat his mother and left her for dead. Alcohol and love have always been his nightmares.

The Undead - With his somewhat obsession for the macabre, his only weakness is the undead. Waking in cold sweats, he swears he had them coming from underneath his bed. Unrelenting, nearly unstoppable, these lost souls will not cease until they claim him. A mummified hand, given to him from his grandfathers expeditions to ancient lands, displayed in a plexi-glass case atop his bookshelf. His confidence in that case, somewhat subdues his fears in the dark.

Dying Alone - Although he may not have a love in his life and no real family. He fears dying alone. No one to pass on his legacy to. His unaccomplished dreams and goals will never be given on to future generations to fulfill them. Jace enjoys the solo life but he knows as he passes on, not a soul will mourn for him. His father had passed away when he was 16, his mother; 12.
His fathers final words to him were this; "Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life." Alas, Jace had none, a wilted leave on a dying tree.

7. What is your character's strengths and weaknesses?:

Strengths -
self independence - over the years, Jace has come to understand that he has no one to rely on, but himself.
heightened senses - intuition was a gift from his mother. just because it can't be seen, doesn't mean its not there.
computer knowledge - with his years of playing on the computer, his knowledge of OSs, mainframes, software and hardware has given him the upper hand. whether its changing his own grade and schedule, or accessing classified documents to post on the net.


Flaws -
unable to love - with the tragedy within his life, Jace fears ever loving again. if he gives his heart, it may be ripped away again.
rage - when hurt or upset, Jace tends to leap before looking. overly aggressive when backed in a corner, he often acts first then asks later.
adrenaline - Jace loves the thrill of the hunt. The heart pumping, blood rush, coursing through his veins, he can't get enough it. if there is any chance he can fight, he will.

Werewolf -

Abilities - Listed here (Include Tier Points) -
Spirit Sense - 10 points
Balance - 5 points
Deft Touch - 2 points
Wolf Next Door - 2 points
1 point remaining

Flaws - Listed here(Include Tier Points) -
Territorial - 10 points
Defensive - 5 points
Passive - 2 points
Restless Dreams - 2 points
1 point remaining

Hobbies & Skills (for more information, read here)
computers/phishing
music composition; he still can, but Jace hasn't in years
since a child and his closeness to death; he has always seen and heard things; shadows, a touch, a voice from beyond.

Cosmetic Traits: a small reddish mark, just inside the iris of his left eye. often unseen, only those who look deep into his soul notice it. the red mark often stands out as his eyes turn cold blue, the one if only constant mark from one form to the other.

Quirks and Habits worthy of mention -
when he becomes frustrated, he chews on his bottom lip.
often checking his watch, his father taught him the importance of being on time.


Personal History:

At the age of 15 his father had walked out the door and never turned back. His little sister, his only family.
A year ago, his mother had died in the hospital after being comatose for several weeks. He held her hand as she laid there; eyes closed, soft breaths, seemingly lifeless in his hand. He matured so quickly he never had a childhood, never ran with the neighborhood kids, no games of chase or fun. The winter turned to summer and back again, what seemed like days were years. Graduation was a solemn occasion, his only fan was his sister. How quickly she grew, Jace had become a father to her. Her 15th birthday was here. She was becoming independent and even refused to let Jace help plan her party.
Emily wanted nothing else but a slumber-party, and the party was taking place at her best friend's house across town.
Such a distance was not sitting right with Jace. He didn't want to let her down so he let her go. That night he heard the phone rang, half awake he was stunned by what he heard. The car had been struck by a drunken teenager. The mother and his sister were killed on impact.

Days into weeks he mourned. He was alone. Everyday it seemed to rain, he laid in bed, his phone unplugged, blinds closed.
Shut off from the outside world. With a blade against his wrist, it had to be the only escape. He slid the blade across his arm, with each slit the pain only got worse. This wasn't his way out, he couldn't end it like this. Jace was absolutely hateful of hospitals and doctors. Hell, if they couldn't help his parents, how could they help him? He ran his wrist under the faucet and wrapped it.
He hit the want ads with vengeance, wanting to get out and clear his mind. Jace struck gold when he started at the university.
Computer Sciences Lab Tech read across his badge. He was once again happy. His mom had always yelled at him for being on the computer too long, if only she could see how it paid off. He couldn't get enough of those college women in and out of the lab, even a couple of them eyed him with a smile. Jace considered taking advantage of those 'come hithers' but he knew it would only lead to trouble. A year came and went, with each new semester came new students and teachers.

His 21st birthday was less than a week away, but he had no real plans. Without a family, what was the point of celebrating.
Jace made a few friends here and there, no one really considering a best friend. It was friday afternoon, the lab had closed early for a holiday and Jace wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. While straightening the chairs and all the tables, a knock came from the open door. He quickly responded that they were closed, without catching a glance. He continued his work, and could sense someone standing behind him. As Jace turned around, he caught the eyes of a gorgeous young woman. Auburn hair tucked over her left ear, eyes a beautiful shade of green, skin flawless as silk and the most wonderful smile he had ever known. As she spoke, he was motionless; every word that she spoke, flowed over her lips and into his soul. With a smile she introduced herself as Sophia. Expecting a reply, she was met with a stutter, followed by silence from Jace. He couldn't find the words to reply. Shaking his head almost in a spasm, he replied "Ja..Jace...Jace Banner"

Jace had only two friends he considered close and to say close was even pushing it. Tyler and Ryan, the two were inseparable. Having known each other since grade school; they rarely let anyone in their private group. Jace was an exception, he never knew why they allowed him in, but they were better than no friends at all. Knowing it was his birthday, the two invited Jace out to a local bar. No spectacular birthday party, just drinks and maybe a round or two of pool. Things were great, Jace ended up on the floor once or twice but nobody seemed to mind, just a couple of laughs here and there. The night was ending, and so were the celebrations. He lived down the street so he didn't mind walking home. Walking, it seemed to be an everyday routine for Jace. No car, no bike. He loved the fresh air and the wind though his hair. It almost seemed second nature; a very natural way of life. Tyler and Ryan paid the tabs, and headed out to their cars. As the door swung shut and back open again, there she was; Sophia. Jace could almost smell something wonderful in the air, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He hadn't noticed her entering, but as he placed her hand against the back of his neck; a sense of calm and warmth came over him.

Intoxicated and unable to stand on his own, she offered to help him home. His drunken slur, seemed to almost drool out of his mouth. He was drunk, he knew it but he knew he couldn't help it. He offered the world to her, money, cars, even her own castle in Europe. She only laughed, as they continued their way. The front door was unlocked, so she held it open as Jace stumbled in. The instant his head hit the bed, he was out. Nothing could disturb him, in dreamland he rested. As she undressed him, he only laid there, making it quite a task for her. She wanted to leave, to let him rest. Something tugged at her heart, she knew that she wouldn't seem him again. She slipped out of her clothes and under the blanket next to him. Her warmth was needed by his cold, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him ever so softly on his head.
As the sun rose, Jace opened his eyes. His head pounding with regret, he stumbled for the shower. The hot water flowed down his face; as the water cleansed him, so was his soul. The years of struggle, pain and regret, washed down the drain forever. He stepped out a new man, a man who's changed. Jace hadn't felt this before and was unknowing of what it was. He ran the towel over his head, down to his back. Something, sharp, pain, shot up his spine, sending him to his knees. Jace sat there, trying to recover. He strained to stand, slightly turned away from the mirror; he saw something.. a long scar down his right shoulder. From what? A fall? A fight? Too much fun last night? He couldn't remember a thing from the night before. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked to his bed.

A shock wave, an earthquake... the memories hit him with such force, he almost fell backwards. Sophia....the alcohol...his father...his mother...his sister.... Wave after wave, unrelenting, ceaseless. Then almost out of nowhere, Sophia was his focus of thought.
He could remember what she had said that night. Her words, were poetry to his ears. She had chosen him. Chosen, for what?
She had taken pity on him, her heart ached for his. Never in a thousand life times had she felt love, the way she felt for him. Bestowed upon him was a gift. A gift of a new life, a better life. He understood, he felt reborn, hundreds of senses flowing throughout him. Jace stood, peered into the mirror..accepting who, no, what he was. His only true love, Sophia, had left him alone with this 'gift'. He wanted her back, to spend his life with her, the two of them, a pack, ruling the nights hand in hand, paw in paw. A napkin layed on his desk, on it she had written a note. She loved him, still loves him. Unable to tell him why she left, she told him where. Rouen, France.

Seven years have come and gone. After screwing around with the Dean's daughter, he lost his job at the university. With the urges and the thirsts somewhat under control, he moved on to a better life. An odd job here and there, he had no real expenses, no one who depends on him. Jace grew tired of the life he had lived. He wanted a fresh start. An old friend of his had told him about a place, a place like no other.
It was called Nachton, just off the east coast. A fresh start was great, but family roots have run through the ground, laying a solid home.
This was one thing Jace wasn't going to do without considering. A restful sleep, a midnight run through the fields, and he was ready to make the journey. Jace looked around his room, the books, the posters, all things he had claimed over the years; he knew he couldn't take them.
He had two bags, he filled his duffel with a few necessities, and his mummified hand; although he feared it, he cherished it. Clothes and a couple of books filled the other bag, he threw them over his shoulder and headed out the door. He looked back as he walked to the curb; dad, mom, sis....Sophia...all things behind now, never to look back again. The sun was out, a warm breeze through his hair, and a long, long road led the way....





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