Post by Jack Knight on Apr 28, 2012 18:17:36 GMT 1
Playby: Michael C. Hall
Name: Jack Knight
Age: 212/30
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: All of the above.
Species: X Mutant
Physical Description: Jack has an athletic build with unruly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He has a tan from the sun and circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He has long, slender fingers that are always spotless. He has perfect straight teeth and an intoxicating smile. His face is adorned with a permanent case of 5 o’clock shadow.
Attitude: Jack is a bit of a nutter. He is really very charming and charismatic. He makes friends easily, only the friendship is rarely felt on his end. His sociopathic tendencies cause him to have a difficult time forming relationships other than with the sadistic voice in his head who is his best friend. He loves to inflict pain while in the throes of passion. He is a loner most of the time, unless he is on the prowl for his next victim. He detests loose women and prostitutes because the voice in his head picks at him until he can’t take it anymore. He will not hesitate to kill them whilst giving them their last sexual encounter.
Abilities: Jack is immortal due to the sentient being that he is host to. He is a genius with an IQ that is off the charts. Because he is a genius, he can usually tell what people are thinking or what they are going to do with the power of deductive reasoning. People are drawn to his charisma and charm, more than on a normal level and he can talk just about anyone into doing just about anything he wants. Numbers call to him. He can count cards without detection. It’s not always a good thing though because he is compelled to count every single step he takes and he knows just exactly how many steps he has taken in his lifetime. He has to count small items, such as toothpicks if they are dropped on the floor. He has blinding headaches at least once per week and suffers from severe insomnia. Another weakness is his inability to say no to the voice in his head. If it tells him to kill someone, he will happily kill them.
History: He was born Jonathan Wendell Whitechurch in 1858. When he was very young, he would hear someone whisper his name. At times he heard it all night long and couldn’t get any sleep at all. The other children teased and bullied him for being smart and different. During Jacks 9th year of school, he had his first sexual encounter. It was a girl from the popular crowd who usually teased him right along with the others. But that day, she was friendly and seductive with him. Being 14, he could not resist the temptation and ended up having sex with her in the gardening shed at the school. It was only moments after he orgasmed that several students began laughing and came out of hiding. The girls was handed stacks of money then she shoved him away and called him a clown; he had been a bet. The bigger boys beat him up and took his clothing. After everyone left, someone locked the door, leaving him cold and naked. That was when he first heard the voice…
The voice told him how to get out of the shed and how to get home unseen by anyone. That done, the voice began helping him plan his revenge. The girl who called him a clown was his first victim. It turned out she was impressed with the size of his penis and quite willingly bent over and hiked her skirts up for him. He fucked her then killed her. He was a genius so disposing of the bodies was easy. For years he lived in the midst of us. Hunting and killing wanton women. After he first heard the voice, everyone seemed to like him and he could basically talk anyone into anything. He even went to medical school for free and became a doctor. In 1888, an experiment to see how much effort he needed to put into hiding the bodies led to the legend of Jack the Ripper. It was a short experiment and he quickly moved on to the United States where he discovered that after age 30, he no longer aged. Every 10 to 15 years or when people started asking questions, he would move on and start a new life. Being a genius, when the apocalypse came, he was prepared and had an underground bunker. He lived in Summerlin, Nevada when it all happened so he was right there at Las Vegas anyway. When he emerged from his bunker, 40 years after the shit hit the fan, he found that New Vegas was being constructed. He simply left his bunker, which is still there and still very well stocked, and integrated himself into the new society. The vampire thing doesn’t bother him. After all, the voice informed him, we are all predators in some way or another.
((NOTE: Jack is possessed by one of the seven princes of hell, none other than Satan himself. However, he is good at hiding so Angels and Demons cannot sense him unless he wants them too. The Wizard is no wizard after all...))
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word: spliced
Clarification Code Word: firefly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample: Jack zipped up his pants and let the body drop to the ground. He paused for a minute to catch breath. “You need to hurry.” The voice in his head insisted. “I know, I know.” Jack grumbled then scooped up the woman’s lifeless body. He moved through the shadows with her carried bridal style in his arms. If anyone saw them, they would most likely think she was drunk and he was carrying her home. It was a common site on the streets of New Vegas in the early hours of the morning.
However, home is not where Jack was taking her. Since the emergence of Vampires, the construction of the city and the unwelcome guests who lived below it, Jack’s compulsion to kill became much easier to get away with.
It wasn’t far to his destination near one of the playgrounds in the Burrow. What he was looking for was a sewer drain, concealed by an overgrowth of weeds. He knew it was there and so did the voice. “Slit her throat so they smell it.” The voice chattered gleefully. “I know, I know!” Jack grumbled back at it. He lay the woman in front of the iron gate that led into the sewer tunnel. He pulled out a large razor sharp knife and sliced it deep into her neck. If felt so good to do that, he wanted to fuck her again. He dragged the knife across her chest and sliced into her blouse. “Jack, no.” the voice warned him. “Just a minute, just give me a goddamned minute.” He growled back. He dug the knife into her breast and carved a deep gash clean up to her collar bone. He grinned maniacally and carved another gash in her abdomen. “Jack, we need to go, they are coming!” the voice insisted. Jack could hear the growling and heavy paws hitting the ground. He wiped his blade on the woman’s blouse and tucked it away. Quickly he moved down wind and out of site. “You are absolutely no fun.” He shot a harsh whisper at the voice. “I am keeping you alive, dumbass.” The voice informed him. “Fuck you.” Jack shot back.
Jack quietly watched the iron gate swing open and two fur covered animals that were much to big to be ordinary animals, step out of the sewer tunnel. He watched with anticipation as the two sniffed the body and looked around. They saw nothing, and nobody, and this was not the first time. They didn’t know who left the offerings but they knew it was safe. They tore into the body, devouring half of it before grabbing what was left and dragging it away. “Lycan’s are so cool to watch.” Jack whispered.