Post by jeff on Apr 3, 2009 12:04:36 GMT -5
This looks interesting... Hope this is okay.
Name: Jeffry Braddock (Jeff)
Gender: male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Jeffry is rather tall at 6'2", with a toned physique. He has a charming smile but usually sports a broody frown. His hair is long and brown, and his eyes are hazel. He tends to wear casual or scruffy clothing, clean but rarely ironed. He has a jagged scar along his left hand and wrist and a tattoo on his right arm of a guitar with a gun for a headstock.
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Personality:
Jeff is organised and intelligent, but impulsive and very temperamental. When he was a child, the doctor suggested that he had ADHD. For most of his life he had been an optimist, until a series of events sent him down to rock bottom; but he still tries to see the positive side of things. He loves music and has grown fond of exotic and unusual animals; but he also secretly loves a good fight. He's a fairly lonely person, because, although he's quite friendly, friends get sick of his temper and don't stick around for long.
Biography:
Born and raised in North England, as a kid Jeff was popular and always did well in class, but his fiery temper often got him into fights. From a young age he loved to listen to and play rock music, finding it to be cathartic. He aspired to be a successful guitarist like his idols, to make good music people could enjoy. He had a great relationship with his parents, who were caring and generous despite his temper. However, when he became a teenager, that changed. They didn't take him on trips or holidays, they rarely visited relatives, they spent more and more time at work. They didn't even argue with him. They looked after him but never paid him any attention. Jeffry just figured they were sick of him, or maybe they were going to get divorced.
As soon as he finished school, Jeffry ran away to pursue his dreams, traveling to New York. For a couple of years he lived there, finding a job at a local exotic pet store but struggling to find his big break. One night after a series of auditions, he was called up to be a replacement for a band's lead guitarist. The gig went brilliantly; the band were a hit with the crowd. But it didn't last. As he started to head home late in the night, he was confronted by the band's former guitarist, who was angry at being replaced. They fought and Jeff seemed to be holding his own until his opponent brandished a knife and hit Jeff in his left hand, cutting deep. He was sutured and bandaged up okay at the hospital, but told he would no longer be able to play guitar.
How they were recruited:
One morning some time later, Jeff returned to work, only to find the whole shop had been trashed and burned down. Glass littered the floor where the windows had shattered; the doors and all the shelves were black and ashen. The whole place stank of burning. He couldn't bring himself to approach the animal tanks and cages, stumbling outside and vomiting in horror and disgust. Everything was falling apart...
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see a man dressed very formally with a blank look on his face.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."
"What?... I... Oh, God. I didn't do this... It wasn't... Oh, God..."
"I know. Calm down."
The man gestured to a car across the street, with another man standing next to it dressed in the same formal attire. Jeff nodded and slowly made his way towards the car, too overwhelmed to ponder what was going on. After they got in, the other man began to drive. The man who had greeted him introduced himself, an agent of SPECTER. Confirming Jeff's suspicions, the man explained that Jeff's parents had been controllers, part of a yeerk group that were attempted to take control of the UK. After the war, these yeerks had tried to go into hiding, until they were tracked down. Some turned themselves in, some ended up starved and their controllers went free, and some, including his parents, were missing and presumed dead. He explained that SPECTER was a task force assigned to combat threats like the yeerks, on small or large scales. Jeff had been selected as a recruit, and the agent offered him a position and the ability to morph.
"What are the conditions?" Jeff asked.
"You'll have to move elsewhere and start a new life. Your current situation will be used to fabricate your death, and you will join us."
"Did you start the fire?"
The man didn't respond.
"What if I refuse?"
"You go on living the life you are now."
Jeff remained silent for a few seconds, thinking about the current situation, about how little he knew about the agent, and about what life would be like in whatever choice he made.
"I'm in. Do I have to sign in blood or something?"
The agent gave him a slight smirk.
"Regular ink will do." He replied, handing Jeff the papers.
Preferred Job:
Pet store worker (sorry if this is inappropriate, I've been reading most of the topics and didn't find a jobs list, I might have missed it.)
First morph:
Mexican Free-tailed Bat. A couple of days after moving into his new place, Jeffry had been hearing the sound of an animal rustling around and crying up in the attic. He went up to check it out and found a bat in the corner. It seemed it had been nesting here for a while and had injured its wing. Handling it carefully, Jeff decided it could be a chance for his first morph. He stroked its back slowly and focused on the animal's characteristics, on acquiring its DNA, and felt the bat stop stirring and fall asleep. Once it was acquired, he took it to the vet.
Name: Jeffry Braddock (Jeff)
Gender: male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Jeffry is rather tall at 6'2", with a toned physique. He has a charming smile but usually sports a broody frown. His hair is long and brown, and his eyes are hazel. He tends to wear casual or scruffy clothing, clean but rarely ironed. He has a jagged scar along his left hand and wrist and a tattoo on his right arm of a guitar with a gun for a headstock.
Image
Personality:
Jeff is organised and intelligent, but impulsive and very temperamental. When he was a child, the doctor suggested that he had ADHD. For most of his life he had been an optimist, until a series of events sent him down to rock bottom; but he still tries to see the positive side of things. He loves music and has grown fond of exotic and unusual animals; but he also secretly loves a good fight. He's a fairly lonely person, because, although he's quite friendly, friends get sick of his temper and don't stick around for long.
Biography:
Born and raised in North England, as a kid Jeff was popular and always did well in class, but his fiery temper often got him into fights. From a young age he loved to listen to and play rock music, finding it to be cathartic. He aspired to be a successful guitarist like his idols, to make good music people could enjoy. He had a great relationship with his parents, who were caring and generous despite his temper. However, when he became a teenager, that changed. They didn't take him on trips or holidays, they rarely visited relatives, they spent more and more time at work. They didn't even argue with him. They looked after him but never paid him any attention. Jeffry just figured they were sick of him, or maybe they were going to get divorced.
As soon as he finished school, Jeffry ran away to pursue his dreams, traveling to New York. For a couple of years he lived there, finding a job at a local exotic pet store but struggling to find his big break. One night after a series of auditions, he was called up to be a replacement for a band's lead guitarist. The gig went brilliantly; the band were a hit with the crowd. But it didn't last. As he started to head home late in the night, he was confronted by the band's former guitarist, who was angry at being replaced. They fought and Jeff seemed to be holding his own until his opponent brandished a knife and hit Jeff in his left hand, cutting deep. He was sutured and bandaged up okay at the hospital, but told he would no longer be able to play guitar.
How they were recruited:
One morning some time later, Jeff returned to work, only to find the whole shop had been trashed and burned down. Glass littered the floor where the windows had shattered; the doors and all the shelves were black and ashen. The whole place stank of burning. He couldn't bring himself to approach the animal tanks and cages, stumbling outside and vomiting in horror and disgust. Everything was falling apart...
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see a man dressed very formally with a blank look on his face.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."
"What?... I... Oh, God. I didn't do this... It wasn't... Oh, God..."
"I know. Calm down."
The man gestured to a car across the street, with another man standing next to it dressed in the same formal attire. Jeff nodded and slowly made his way towards the car, too overwhelmed to ponder what was going on. After they got in, the other man began to drive. The man who had greeted him introduced himself, an agent of SPECTER. Confirming Jeff's suspicions, the man explained that Jeff's parents had been controllers, part of a yeerk group that were attempted to take control of the UK. After the war, these yeerks had tried to go into hiding, until they were tracked down. Some turned themselves in, some ended up starved and their controllers went free, and some, including his parents, were missing and presumed dead. He explained that SPECTER was a task force assigned to combat threats like the yeerks, on small or large scales. Jeff had been selected as a recruit, and the agent offered him a position and the ability to morph.
"What are the conditions?" Jeff asked.
"You'll have to move elsewhere and start a new life. Your current situation will be used to fabricate your death, and you will join us."
"Did you start the fire?"
The man didn't respond.
"What if I refuse?"
"You go on living the life you are now."
Jeff remained silent for a few seconds, thinking about the current situation, about how little he knew about the agent, and about what life would be like in whatever choice he made.
"I'm in. Do I have to sign in blood or something?"
The agent gave him a slight smirk.
"Regular ink will do." He replied, handing Jeff the papers.
Preferred Job:
Pet store worker (sorry if this is inappropriate, I've been reading most of the topics and didn't find a jobs list, I might have missed it.)
First morph:
Mexican Free-tailed Bat. A couple of days after moving into his new place, Jeffry had been hearing the sound of an animal rustling around and crying up in the attic. He went up to check it out and found a bat in the corner. It seemed it had been nesting here for a while and had injured its wing. Handling it carefully, Jeff decided it could be a chance for his first morph. He stroked its back slowly and focused on the animal's characteristics, on acquiring its DNA, and felt the bat stop stirring and fall asleep. Once it was acquired, he took it to the vet.
