Post by Jerome on Dec 8, 2008 6:25:24 GMT -5
Player Title: Jerome
Full Birth Name:Jerome Sintar
Alias/ nickname:
Race: Werewolf
Gender:Male
Age: 362
Physical Appearance:
Jerome stands around a six foot height and ways near 225 pounds. His black hair is kept short while his sharp grey eyes contrast it. Constant work around the mall, keeping track of younger wolves and protecting them has kept his body in a toned, lean shape. The only clothing he typically wears is very little. It isn’t uncommon to find him in a set of cargo pants and muscle shirt along with combat boots.
His wolf form is predominately black aside shades of grey on his belly and his ebony coat thinning to a dark grey as it nears his paws.
Personality Traits:
Jerome’s demeanor is mostly serious. He keeps up a solid wall, working to keep a firm control over his emotions, especially anger. A perpetual state of anger lies under the surface. The cause of this is the result of both of his mates being killed in traumatizing circumstances. This has also made him more of a protective father over his two pups and over the younger wolves in the pack. Only with close friends and family does his wall of seriousness typically come down. His smiles are few and laughs are rarer than that. His outlook on the world is combative and direct.
Weaponry:
Custom Composite Bow, Custom Arrows, Pair of Tomahawks.
Extras:
History Summary:
Jerome was born a pure blood. An only child in a way. As he turned the age of 5, his parents told him he had a brother. He was not their first son. They handed Jerome a picture of his brother and told him the story. On a night the family had been out gathering food and supplies, they had been attacked by a vampire. Jerome's mother and father had not been bitten but his brother had been kidnapped and not heard from. In grief, despair, and anger from the loss, his parents wanted revenge against vampires. However they knew as humans, they had no chance of defeating one. They told Jerome of the time they spent searching for a wolf to turn them. They spend two and a half years searching for one that would turn them. Until they were finally rewarded with the bite that granted them power.
Several years after that night, Jerome was born. After his parents had told him this story, his training started. The family stayed at a house in the forest. The two parents taught their son survival and combat skills to prepare him for a life of immortal hunting. With the area being surrounded by the wilderness and trees, they felt that they were in the right place teaching their sone to kill. Yet along with his training to kill, he was taught the value of a human life and to always protect humans from immortals no matter what the cost. His parents were turned wolves that still held the memories of a normal human life. Their son learned quickly, taking a liking to using bladed weapons. They noticed their son was taking on the aspects of an assassin as the training progressed. While Jerome's father was more of a brawler and berserker, his mother was more the assassin type.
The final days of Jerome's training approached quickly at the age of 16, and he was preparing for his final test. On the final day, he received his assignment which would complete all of his hard work over the years from the age of five. He was told to enter a small town not to far from where they lived. The town was known to be plagued by vampire attacks, and Jerome was ordered to go there and defeat his first vampire in combat. The young wolf left that very day, only packing the supplies and weapons he needed for the trip. Unbeknowest to him this would be the last time he would see his parents alive.
It took Jerome three days to get to the town and begin his hunt. Within the time of 24 hours, he had slain a vampire and collected the ash from his body as proof. With another three day trip home, Jerome found his house quiet. Even the crickets and animals of the night were silent as he approached the front doorsteps. The second he stepped inside of his home, he smelled the scent of vampires and drew his weapons within a millisecond. He charged upstairs to his parents room, fear already starting to build in his belly. His fears were realized when he walked into his parents room to find them both dead. His mother lay in the bed, several wounds covering her body. While his father, lay on the ground in hybrid form, with a more numerous assortment of wounds. Jerome sank to the floor defeated and howled into the night, a deafening, grief stricken cry that would make even the coldest heart tremble.
The next 45 years for Jerome were filled with a series of hunts and assassinations that he alone completed to sate his hate towards the race of vampires. Yet with each life he took, still his hate raged on as an undying fire. He traveled the world as history took it's course, going from country to country hunting the plague of vampires. Most of his time was spent in the U.S., but occasionally he would get some tip of a coven in a far off continent. At one point in his travels, Jerome came across a female wolf in Europe. They were both hunting the same coven and decided to join forces for a mutual advantage. They easily slew the vampires and went on different paths. yet as time progressed, they kept running into each other, hunting more of the same vampires. Eventually, Jerome feelings for the she wolf grew, as did hers for him.
After a fateful day when Jerome saved her life, they began traveling together, their own two wolf pack. She had the same underlying hatred for vampires as he did and favored the same approval of a stealthy approach. The companionship they felt for each other, grew into them becoming mates. For the first time in an extremely long time, Jerome was happy. Traveling with his mate and hunting vampires with her, matched what his father had done with is mother all those years ago. For once he truly felt he was following in their footsteps, making them proud. This way of life continued for many years, although, it ended a few years before the treaty.
Jerome and his mate, Andrea, were on the hunt once more, tracking another vampire. After the hunt was finished, his mate told him of her pregnancy. Of course upon hearing this news, Jerome was elated, suddenly grasping Andrea in a hug and spinning her around. The couple began making plans to settle down somewhere that was at least somewhat combat free, to raise their child and of course train him. Yet, they had one more hunt to complete. One more coven to take down. They both vowed this would be the last hunt until their child was old enough to join them.
The coven they were tracking led them to a warehouse a few miles outside of New York. Unbeknowest to them, the coven had become wise to their presence and had laid a clever trap in the warehouse. The pair of wolves stepped into the warehouse, only to spring the trap. They didn't have time to shift to their hybrid forms, but yet they fought tooth and nail for survival. The coven underestimated the pairs skill level and several of them fell in combat, before Jerome and Andrea were captured and held in place. It was at this moment a mocking laugh echoed through the warehouse as the coven leader revealed himself from the background. Jerome and Andrea fought fiercely against their binds, snarling and struggling against their captors.
Although, Jerome's uproar ceased as his eyes settled on the leader. A flashback hit him head on as he remembered the picture his parents gave him, along with the scent of the vampires in the room that night he discovered his slain parents. Shock was written all on his face as the leader stepped up to Andrea, who had yet to cease in her snarls and quick snaps at the vampires holding her. Although, that was the moment when the leader, now recognized as Jerome's brother, ended the she wolfs life. Her mate let loose another agony and sorrow filled howl that was even greater than the one his parents received. The vampires jumped back in shock at the sound and stared. Before the coven could move to Jerome, the sun had started to appear and they vanished to escape it's deadly embrace.
After burying his mates body, Jerome never left the site of the grave for a week, almost starving himself. After his time of remorse, he pushed himself up and turned to face New York. He'd heard rumors about the levels of immortal presence in the city, which meant more leeches to kill. His thought turned to what Andrea would want him to do, and his mind was made up. He strode towards New York with sorrow tearing away at his soul
Update: Since the battle of Namaesti he’s increased the training regime within the pack, getting them prepared for future battles with angels that may come. All the while he’s been focused with training his two children; Seth and Monique. Currently they’re both sixteen and join Jerome on hunts outside the city.
Post Example: The sun had seemed to rise more quickly this day. Jerome could feel it heating his bare back as he stood in a field brimming brown strands of grass.
| The sun had seemed to rise more quickly this day. Jerome could its rays beating on his bare back as the brown strands of grass underfoot waved in the wind. The touch of the air of a welcome coolant as he observed the scene before him. A scuffle too place, or rather a spar. Both of his children were battling. They fought for as long Jerome deemed as the day wore on. Currently, their strikes and counter strikes had held up for two straight hours. From his position on the grass he could see their breathing coming heavy, and remnants of blood from scrapes or cuts that had already healed. There was no stopping or quitting because of an injury. The only break these two received came from one defeating the other and getting ready for another battle. They needed to be prepared for the journey coming closer that the beta knew he’d be taking. His pups were coming with him and he knew all too well the dangers traveling would bring. Suddenly, Seth tumbled from a heavy strike and his sister was on him in an instant. “Stop.” Jerome snapped before too long. Monique rose obediently with a slight smirk curling her lips. Cracking her neck, she set up once more and raised her hands again, already bouncing lightly on her feet. Seth rose then, sending out a jet of blood to the brown below. His face betrayed no emotion except concentration as he took his position and brought his hands up ready for another fight. “Again.” Jerome said curtly and the two launched at one another in another full contact spar. This would be their last single fight before their rest. Two hours of straight battle would be enough for the day and he couldn’t’ be away from the mall for too long. The younger wolves always needed him for something. The city had calmed down for the most part but it still held its hidden dangers. Angels were part of that but they were strangely non-combative. They kept to themselves and the war torn walls of Namaesti were mostly silent. One would say they had left but werewolf and human scouts reported the base still heavily populated. Eventually they would attack again. The beta looked to his cubs to see Monique hitting the ground this time and Seth raining down the punches. “Stop.” Jerome said and Seth pulled back obediently and Monique rose. Even with this defeat she still smirked. Out of the two of them, the elder wolf knew she loved getting into scraps. Throwing and taking blows had swiftly become something she loved even before her teens. He liked it. That trait would help keep her alive in the reviving hostile world they lived in. |
