Jason Whitechester -- Complete

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FULL NAME: Jason Riley Whitechester
NICKNAMES: Jase
AGE: Appears between 20 and 25 [In actuality, is 78.]
BIRTHDAY: 23rd of March, 1931
SEXUALITY: Straight
JOB: Between 'em.
SPECIES: Non Veggie Vampire
CANON: Nuh!


I’m nothing but a human, after all. Nothing special.



GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Jason is a fairly imposing figure, standing at 6"2 and with a muscular build. Not overly done, not enough to look like a steroid monkey, but there are definitely muscles there. Jason's skin is fairly pale - who am I kidding, he's as albino as all vampires - that offsets his short brown hair nicely. Speaking of hair, the aforementioned is worn spiked up at the front and messy at the back, a style which suits him for the facts that it takes about three seconds and looks good - an added bonus, in his eyes. Speaking of which, his eyes are a cold and harsh scarlet red, with slightly darker hints of ruby and crimson around the iris, depending on how frequently he feeds, around the edge of his iris. His eyes and his strong build are probably the most unnerving art of him, because he is capable of staring down almost anyone. Due to his demeanour not much emotion is conveyed through his eyes or his well-defined jaw, except those that are negative - anger, hate. You won't catch him 'gazing tenderly' at anyone. They're too non-reflective, they give nothing away. His voice has a vaguely Kansas-oriented accent to it, a gruff baritone.

Jase's clothing style is a mixture of the practical, the easy, and the good looking. It varies wildly on those three levels. His favourite outfit, however, and most commonly seen, is a black T-shirt with a grey collar, over which is a darker polo shirt with three buttons at the collar,, and topped off with a three-quarter length trench coat, which falls to the point just above his knees. This coat is long sleeved, the sleeves widening slightly around his wrists. To prevent them from getting in the way there are thick black straps (like belts) with buckles on them around his wrists, as well as on his shoulders (though the ones on his shoulders serve no known purpose.). His pockets are cut at his waist, and he's actually had it modified so that the pockets go down deeper than they normally would - - you can't see any evidence of their presence in the grey silk inner lining of the coat.

MOST LIKED FEATURE:
-His hair
-His height
-His build [Yay muscles ]
MOST HATED FEATURE:
'Who ever heard of sparkling vampires?'
HERITAGE:
American English
ETHNICITY:
Caucasian.
Turned vampire, of course.


You’re not the only vampire I know.



GENERAL PERSONALITY:
He's highly aggressive. Being near him is like curling up next to a lovely fluffy death adder, or an Eastern Brown. You just don't. Jason doesn't actually mind company, believe it or not - but it has to be someone who's tough, and can deal with his moods. Don't tell him I said that. It's not beneath him to either bash you up for upsetting him, or to pick at your weaknesses and fears, working them into his actions around you. He feeds off it - not literally - but to watch your anxiety around him. Jason's deception skills have gotten to championship heights over the past 78 years or so, making him a double agent with himself - he'll be committing some heinous crime or something behind your back while helping you find out who's doing it.

None of this means that Jase's only defence is his strength, nor that he's just an oaf out for revenge. No, he's too intelligent, too dehumanised for much compassion. You can see it in those dull, distant scarlet. They're cold and calculating, constantly analysing for weaknesses and emotions. And when he does find it, you can guarantee he'll use it against you if he doesn't like you. Jason will never take crap from anybody, and sneers at the whole 'You'll never get away with this' speech. Why should he listen to anyone? he feels this way because, 'no one ever listened to me. I'm just returning the.. favour.'

But he still has emotions, buried deep under some god awful, criminal exterior. It's just painful to unveil them is all. So, Jason is a very self contradicting person. He's callous and uncaring to all around him, and until you can prove that you're not just some shadow of a personality, some ghosted image of a group persona, he doesn't care about you. End of. And why should he? he has no reason to believe that people are actually capable of functioning in a way that doesn't in some way orient around them self. In his opinion, it's human humanoid nature. It's set in stone.

Oh, his ability to amplify fear goes a long way, too.

HOBBIES:
- Running, if only because it usually ends in a hunt.
- Acting, and it's underlying divisions [See: Lying]
- Tracking stuff. nothing of significance, just fun to practice.
DISLIKES:
-Pretending to be human
-People actually knowing his emotions. It makes him feel all vulnerable, and then he gets angry.
-Alcohol. His past was never pleasant.
LIKES:
- Surprisingly, being a vampire. It's just more awesome.
- Hunting. The thrill of the chase and all that.
- Music, as mentioned above.
FEARS:
- People knowing how he feels [it's a defence mechanism]
- Being anywhere in the neighbourhood of emotional vulnerability.
- Losing any semblance of control and feeding in public. Only because of the ensuing collateral damage.
- Syn keeps himself closed up because that way, you can be whatever you want others to see without getting hurt too badly yourself. So his emotions are actually kind of self-damaging.
SECRETS:
- He always hated his father, even before he turned drunkard.
- He almost wishes he wasn't like this; but he is, so he deals.


We can’t all be freakishly strong.



GENERAL HISTORY:

Well.. Jase's family life has never been a particularly happy family one. It was never wife, nice house, and 2.3 kids. He was born to Emily and Christopher in 1931, in Kansas. Jason Riley Whitechester. Which, you know, was all well and good for quite some time, because father was a blacksmith - which was I guess a fairly decent profession back then, so Chris, Emily and Jase were never really wanting for money. Well, not until Emily fell pregnant again, when Jason was six, and Chris got replaced by a younger apprentice who was apparently more efficient than him. So for a while, the 'growing family' struggled on, with Daddy Dearest hunting for work in some of the neighbouring towns. When it had been about four months and mother was very pregnant now, Christopher took to drinking - what else? - and his temper and health slowly degenerated. So then Lillian was born and mother's health got slowly worse over the course of a year - and then she died tragically, leaving Jase with a year old child and a drunk and unfit father.

Wonder he lasted as well as he did, really.

So when Christopher staggered in through the door Jason was always the one who hauled him up the stairs to sleep it off, despite the bruises and scars he gained in the process. because Lillian couldn't do it, and Christopher was never really in a fit condition to do anything. So when Lillian was 9 and Jason was 14, Papa bear and he had to have a massive argument over what they'd done to each other. really, Christopher had no functioning logical argument, but my god he tried. Jason was tired of floating in the background, making sure Lilly lived a normal life, while getting injured in the process. He was her older brother, man. He couldn't very well stand back and let her take the beatings he did, could he? What kind of a brother would he be then?

Unfortunately, when Christopher threw a bottle at Jason's head, who else would it hit but Lillian?

The poor thing suffered massive head trauma and extensive bleeding, leading to her rapid demise and death at 4:17 A.M, February 17th, 1945. Jason was unable to cope and when his father staggered outside to the funeral home he escaped. He joined the army for the very end of World War II, the last few months. His Commander was of course a vampire. They were backed up against a cliff edge with nowhere else to go when three of them out of the surviving six [the healthy three] were turned, bitten in their sleep. Ha. They didn't sleep once the venom hit the bloodstream. Of course, the newborns slaughtered enough troops that they escaped and fled across the world, whereas Jason returned to his home country. He still isn't sure why - it doesn't exactly hold great memories for him, you know?

Despite that, he's still here, lurking.

FAMILY:
- Emily Whitechester {Mother} [Deceased]
- Christopher Whitechester {Father} [Deceased]
- Lillian Whitechester {Little sister} [Deceased]


Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire!



ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
So, why a snowflake?

Well there were several reasons. For Syn, the precise and clear cut angles of the frozen disks of moisture served as just.. just a reminder. You looked at them and no matter where you were, whether you were in an industrial wasteland or in some fairytale bower of flowers, they were stunning. And they were never the same, never. They always had the most intricate little spurs of ice, reaching outwards to the sun - even though the sun was it's undoing - hopefully, becoming more translucent the closer to death they got. Every single flake was a reminder just how beautiful the world was capable of being, no matter how ugly you thought it was there was always a miracle like this. It was saddening to watch moments like these in the future though- they were so sparse, so rare, that they were like ships passing in the dead of night - something momentous going unnoticed, uncared.

There were other times, too. Sometimes you just had to step back and burn, and the snowflake was just one way that you could watch everything cool down around you. Syn could guess at the tenor of her thoughts, the slightly contemplative expression on her face and the reason behind it, and he paused while he considered how best he'd be to word it, to explain why it had appealed. As he thought how he looked away from her, frowning, before he dropped her wrist and looked back at her, spreading his palms out in a gesture that begged her, subconsciously, to understand why. "Because," He began quietly, looking almost saddened by the turn his memories were taking. "they just remind you of how beautiful the world can be, how many things we've never experienced."

"And sometimes when you burn, you need to just stand back and let the world cool down around you."

And when he said that, he wrinkled his nose. "Made sense when I thought it."

Looking away from her, Syn winced internally - that explanation hadn't exactly been the most eloquent, and he doubted it had helped his case. So Syn settled for stepping backwards from her, like some kind of fretful cat - skittish in the knowledge that this was the town Arskain and William had died. Glancing over his drenched shoulder, clad in a soaked black T-shirt. It wasn't cold yet, just brisk. And how does one express to a human - one that was admittedly part Time Lord - how long he had to endure? They had no moral compass at that place, where they'd quite happily beat you for almost anything. The memory was enough to cause a barely noticeable shudder down his spine, his grey eyes dull. Because back then, he hadn't been a murderer, and stasis chambers were too good for him. It was more fun to abuse him.

They'd thought he was dead.. Syn opened his mouth then closed it again, shaking his head. It wasn't something you could easily express, not just yap on about it like it was 'all in the past'. So it was, but Syn was still claustrophobic, still taught to quite literally 'shoot first questions later.' "I should have been dead," he growled. " It would have been so much easier. It wasn't something I had a choice in, though."


You… bit a pillow? Why?



NAME: Cat
AGE: 14
GENDER:Female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 3 or 4
LOCATION: Australia
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Email
[Oh, sorry the history's kinda short]

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