Title: ROBERST, jac
Jac Roberst - July 25, 2007 08:51 PM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is
name/nickname::Tasha
age:: 378543
experience:: Enough ;)
other characters here:: Not yet.
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&&__basic information
full name:: Jac Roberst
nickname(s):: Black Widow
birthdate:: 12/05/1890
age:: Young Adult.
ethnicity:: Unknown.
orientation:: Bisexual.
species:: Vampire.
belongs to:: Loner.
title:: Thief for hire.
&&__physical description
height:: 5'3"
weight:: unknown.
eye color::
Her eyes are a deep brown. As crystal clear as a lake but with piercing hypnoticness. Her eyes turn electric blue (see top picture) when it's dark. Kind of a give away, but like she cares.
Her eyes are wide but almond shape, surrounded by thick long lashes and more often than not lots and lots over dramatic eye make-up.
hair color::
Her hair is white aswell, yet another feature that makes her memorable. On occasion she might put the occasional pink or blue steak in it, but in general she prefers it white, snow white.
It comes down, just past her shoulders and is in choppy layers, a fringe just about to cover her eye but never does.
body type::
Her slim figure moves with the grace and elegance of a swan. You can almost tell from the way her feet barely touch the ground, the way they never make a sound that she isn't quite human.
distinguishing marks:: none
dress style::
She decorates her tiny figure with clothes that make her stand out, that might sound dumb for someone who wants to steal, that wants to slip in and out of peoples pockets unnoticed but thing about it.
When you see a dark shady figure, dressed in lots of clothes that cover them up, your going to suspect them more than a girl who runs around wearing tutus, band shirts and colourful eye make-up.
It doesn't matter it she got caught anyway. Caught by a human? That's just an easy meal.
portrayal:: Jac Vanek
picture::
&&__personality test
favorite bloodtype:: Seriously, she'll eat anything. The more forbidden the better.
general description::
Well, I guess you could call her a thief. After all that's whats she does, she takes. Only with her tiny frame she doesn't exactly mug them, but she doesn't exactly shop lift either.
When she's busy, and just in need of a little top up, ot just fun she'll steal from the humans. By day, she'll use her quick eyes and graceful fingers to pickpocket and by night she'll put men in a trance, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as she takes everything they own.
But that's on one of those days. Jac often goes for bigger targets, banks, museums, private homes. Humans, Lycans and Vampyres alike. It doesn't matter, it's about who pays her the most.
She'll steal anything for a price. Information, objects and sometimes even people. She's trained, she's ready and she's infamous.
Well, I guess you could call her a thief, but she's more of a person-for-hire.
.P R I D E.
Jac can be wreckless. She is wreckless. She hasn't exactly got anything to protect, to look after. I mean, what would happen if she died? If a hunter got her? Would anyone care, would any one die becuase she died. The answer is no. Sure, many would have to find a new thief but that didn't matter.
Jac knew this, and in the strangest sense she was proud of it. This is the first of her sins. If ever faced between a silver stake and her pride, she'll chose stake. Everything that shes got, virtue or not she's proud of. After all She wouldn't be Jac without what she's got and she's made it to the top of the thief ladder becuase of it.
.G L U T T O N Y & G R E E D.
Jac does have a slight problem. She always takes more than she needs. She steals more money, way more money than she could ever need and then she recieves more from her bigger jobs.
She feed to much aswell. She feed until she dizzy with the sweet ectasy that blood brings, she'd obsessed, it's her drug ans she'll just keep feeding and feeding. Why stop?
The rush, the power. The whole experience only hieghtens her, makes her more powerful. Sure, when she drinks to much she'll get a little dizzy, trip out and have one of her nightmares but it's worth it, to feel the victims final breath.
.L U S T.
Sex. Sex. Sex. One of the main, real reasons Jac hasn't given up on life just yet. I mean comeone. It may be forbidden but that just makes it funner. Sure, she wont make a kid out of it, and if somehow it happens it wont stay alive, if it did? She'd kill it. No hestistantion.
The danger, the fear of getting caught just feulled her lusts. She's had everybody; male, female, human, vampyre, lycan. Even a hunter. That was the best, tempting him in, and then after. Watching his reaction as he'd realised he'd just slept with the enemy- and enjoyed it. Unfortunately, that ended with him dying. It's unfortunate only becuase she'd liked to have had sex with him again, it was good, full of hateful lust.
- - - -
She suffers from four of the deadly sins. More than enough to send her to hell, but she knew as well as any that hell only exsisted on earth.
She wasn't scared of commiting all seven but honestly. Envy? What could she be envious about? Sloth? Ha, why would you want to be that? Wrath? To be honest, she'd never really known wrath. She was too proud to let anything damage her ego, and she didn't have any loved ones you could hurt so how do you make a girl like Jac angry? It was near impossible to make her angry.
You back out of a deal? You try and double cross her, she'll kill you. Calmly, controlled and without anger, it's the way to win.
Fear? It's deep, dark and deadly but it's well hidden. After all who exactly would she share it to? Her mother? Dead. Her best friend? Non-exsistant. Her lover? Ha. She was worse than a black widow.
Jac has one fear, one that'll never leave her, never let her close her eyes. Once, when shes completely high on the red wine that was the blood of a human of whom she had known for many years, she whispered the truth into the victims ear, seconds before drawing the last, fatal drops of blood.
"You know what babe. I'm a creature of the dark, of the night. I kill without mercy, guilt or punishment. I am unafraid of hell, or any of the creatures it might spit out- after all I am one of them. But I am not fearless." She licked the still bleeding wound at this point, savouring the taste of fear, adrelin that was in the blood. "Oh no, I have fear. You want to know what of my lovely? My one fear is love. To love, to be loved. It scares me. It would give me a reason, a responsibilty. I want niether. I will not allow it. Anyone of whom I even begin to like I shall kill, and I shall not care, I am not to care becuase the white haired man cared, I could see, thats why he let me go, thats why I am here. Becuase he was weak, and then I killed him. He showed mercy becuase he was weak, and he paid for his weakness. I am a creature of the dark, of the night, I do not care."
Her weakness is not her fear, as it is with many people. Her weakness is her lack of trust. Someone could be telling the truth, and she'll know it from his heart beat- the way it stayed at a steady thump. She could hear it you know. But she still wouldn't trust him. Strange huh?.
Strengths? Well, it's all about the grace. Physically she's as frail as a butterfly. In a physical fight she'd lose hands down. But her flexibilty? Her grace? The way she could move so easily, her reflexes faster than even the oldest of Vampyres.
She's quite an object of wonder and beauty. Sure she's weak, couldn't hurt anyone with a punch but she doesn't need to. She can escape, and keep her pride by literally blowing up the place.
Her lack of strength means that instead of using her fists in fights (non human of course, why would a human even try and hurt her) she'd use human weapons. Not often heard of, she'd carry grenades, guns. Anything that would make a boom or a bang.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: With the money she has? She has a whole basement full of guns- some older than her and some not even the goverment have yet.
swordsmanship:: Jac grew up at a time when swords where just getting disgaurded, but she still picked up a few skills.
martial arts:: Jac doesn't really know, or is a master of one martial arts. Her skills are a collection of things merged together in her travels. WIth her body of extreme grace and movement she mastered the skill with ease.
combat:: Jac isn't that physically strong and in a boxing match she would lose, but she's a little smarter than to get herself in that position.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Unknown
mother’s name:: Unknown
sibling’s name:: Unknonwn
general history::
Jac's earliest memory is not of laughter, off games, toys or primary colours. It's of a cold, white room. Completely empty. It contained nothing but Jac and a bolted door.
She remebers screaming, pounding the door and then she remebers seeing a window. It wasn't there before! Or was it? She stared into it, thumping the glass. On the other side was a extremely old white haired man, his evil smile was twisted.
Although Jac didn't know how she even knew about Vampyres or about anything at that stage, she knew he was one of them. She gulped in air. It was becoming thicker, and thicker. The edges of the room was vibrating, the whole room was spinning. Jac dropped to the floor. "Turn off the gas." The white haired man said.
Jac woke up in a field. She was naked and had no idea of the time frame she'd been out. She stumbled into a nearby hamlet, and slaughtered everyone, one by one. She was amazed by her skill, but couldn't remeber a thing. How did she know what to do.
She drunk the blood and it cleared all her sensed. Made her so happy. She finally looked at herself. She was wearing a tag. "Roberst, 12/05/1890, #10923". She put on some clothes. Again, a little disturbed at the fact she knew what she was doing, what she had to do next.
Over the next 50 years she tracked down everyface in that room and killed them all. Even the white haired man, the leader, the vampyre who set her free. She drunk there blood aswell, but it made her ill. Vampyre blood never settled with her.
In those 50 years she got by by stealing, she took part in bigger jobs for bigger booty and thats where her career began and a fellow friend named her, Jac after the first big bank she robbed.
Jac doesn't know why she was in that room, what they where doing to her. She was 14 at the time, she looked it to. She didn't really care, it must have been good though, she could move with such ease that others couldn't. That must be good. Musn't it? Oh, and then there's the dreams, that sometimes happen to, well happen? That's not bad? Is it?
Or is that just the begining?
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
TINGTANGTONG.
Warning;; contains plain old crazy.
Chime.
The bell went as the days first customer entered the shop, but no one was to be seen. The shopkeeper raised his thick gray eyebrow in surprise. There was no one to be seen but he could here them, crawling along the floor. He frowned looking over the counter at an almost fully grown boy. What the heck was he doing? He was rolling around the floor like he was in mission impossible, he was even humming the tune, du du duh dun du du dun deliderrrrr deliderrr bum bum.
The old and wisened shop keeper shook his head before sinking it into his palms muttering various curses into it. "Joey?" He groaned. Suddenly a mass of black hair popped over the counter, soon followed by the bright earth coloured eyes of Joey.
"Yeeaaassss!" Joey squeeked before jumping up on the desk in the posistion of a frog. The shop keeper scratched the back of his head, a little stratled about how close he was to Joey's rear end.
"Umm.." The shop keeper took in a deep breath. What to do with someone like Joey? I mean honestly. "Nothing.." He grumbled relucntantly, watching Joey slowly slide of the desk landing with a painful sounding bang. The shop keeper flinched expecting cries to follow, instead he was greeted with something much worse. "OH MY GOD BEN! You've got wooden flooring!" Joey screeched, ripping away the rug. The shop keepers face sunk, this was going to be a long day.
member title:: [STRAIGHT]FROMTHEGUTTER.
name/nickname::Tasha
age:: 378543
experience:: Enough ;)
other characters here:: Not yet.
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Jac Roberst
nickname(s):: Black Widow
birthdate:: 12/05/1890
age:: Young Adult.
ethnicity:: Unknown.
orientation:: Bisexual.
species:: Vampire.
belongs to:: Loner.
title:: Thief for hire.
&&__physical description
height:: 5'3"
weight:: unknown.
eye color::
Her eyes are a deep brown. As crystal clear as a lake but with piercing hypnoticness. Her eyes turn electric blue (see top picture) when it's dark. Kind of a give away, but like she cares.
Her eyes are wide but almond shape, surrounded by thick long lashes and more often than not lots and lots over dramatic eye make-up.
hair color::
Her hair is white aswell, yet another feature that makes her memorable. On occasion she might put the occasional pink or blue steak in it, but in general she prefers it white, snow white.
It comes down, just past her shoulders and is in choppy layers, a fringe just about to cover her eye but never does.
body type::
Her slim figure moves with the grace and elegance of a swan. You can almost tell from the way her feet barely touch the ground, the way they never make a sound that she isn't quite human.
distinguishing marks:: none
dress style::
She decorates her tiny figure with clothes that make her stand out, that might sound dumb for someone who wants to steal, that wants to slip in and out of peoples pockets unnoticed but thing about it.
When you see a dark shady figure, dressed in lots of clothes that cover them up, your going to suspect them more than a girl who runs around wearing tutus, band shirts and colourful eye make-up.
It doesn't matter it she got caught anyway. Caught by a human? That's just an easy meal.
portrayal:: Jac Vanek
picture::
&&__personality test
favorite bloodtype:: Seriously, she'll eat anything. The more forbidden the better.
general description::
Well, I guess you could call her a thief. After all that's whats she does, she takes. Only with her tiny frame she doesn't exactly mug them, but she doesn't exactly shop lift either.
When she's busy, and just in need of a little top up, ot just fun she'll steal from the humans. By day, she'll use her quick eyes and graceful fingers to pickpocket and by night she'll put men in a trance, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as she takes everything they own.
But that's on one of those days. Jac often goes for bigger targets, banks, museums, private homes. Humans, Lycans and Vampyres alike. It doesn't matter, it's about who pays her the most.
She'll steal anything for a price. Information, objects and sometimes even people. She's trained, she's ready and she's infamous.
Well, I guess you could call her a thief, but she's more of a person-for-hire.
.P R I D E.
Jac can be wreckless. She is wreckless. She hasn't exactly got anything to protect, to look after. I mean, what would happen if she died? If a hunter got her? Would anyone care, would any one die becuase she died. The answer is no. Sure, many would have to find a new thief but that didn't matter.
Jac knew this, and in the strangest sense she was proud of it. This is the first of her sins. If ever faced between a silver stake and her pride, she'll chose stake. Everything that shes got, virtue or not she's proud of. After all She wouldn't be Jac without what she's got and she's made it to the top of the thief ladder becuase of it.
.G L U T T O N Y & G R E E D.
Jac does have a slight problem. She always takes more than she needs. She steals more money, way more money than she could ever need and then she recieves more from her bigger jobs.
She feed to much aswell. She feed until she dizzy with the sweet ectasy that blood brings, she'd obsessed, it's her drug ans she'll just keep feeding and feeding. Why stop?
The rush, the power. The whole experience only hieghtens her, makes her more powerful. Sure, when she drinks to much she'll get a little dizzy, trip out and have one of her nightmares but it's worth it, to feel the victims final breath.
.L U S T.
Sex. Sex. Sex. One of the main, real reasons Jac hasn't given up on life just yet. I mean comeone. It may be forbidden but that just makes it funner. Sure, she wont make a kid out of it, and if somehow it happens it wont stay alive, if it did? She'd kill it. No hestistantion.
The danger, the fear of getting caught just feulled her lusts. She's had everybody; male, female, human, vampyre, lycan. Even a hunter. That was the best, tempting him in, and then after. Watching his reaction as he'd realised he'd just slept with the enemy- and enjoyed it. Unfortunately, that ended with him dying. It's unfortunate only becuase she'd liked to have had sex with him again, it was good, full of hateful lust.
- - - -
She suffers from four of the deadly sins. More than enough to send her to hell, but she knew as well as any that hell only exsisted on earth.
She wasn't scared of commiting all seven but honestly. Envy? What could she be envious about? Sloth? Ha, why would you want to be that? Wrath? To be honest, she'd never really known wrath. She was too proud to let anything damage her ego, and she didn't have any loved ones you could hurt so how do you make a girl like Jac angry? It was near impossible to make her angry.
You back out of a deal? You try and double cross her, she'll kill you. Calmly, controlled and without anger, it's the way to win.
Fear? It's deep, dark and deadly but it's well hidden. After all who exactly would she share it to? Her mother? Dead. Her best friend? Non-exsistant. Her lover? Ha. She was worse than a black widow.
Jac has one fear, one that'll never leave her, never let her close her eyes. Once, when shes completely high on the red wine that was the blood of a human of whom she had known for many years, she whispered the truth into the victims ear, seconds before drawing the last, fatal drops of blood.
"You know what babe. I'm a creature of the dark, of the night. I kill without mercy, guilt or punishment. I am unafraid of hell, or any of the creatures it might spit out- after all I am one of them. But I am not fearless." She licked the still bleeding wound at this point, savouring the taste of fear, adrelin that was in the blood. "Oh no, I have fear. You want to know what of my lovely? My one fear is love. To love, to be loved. It scares me. It would give me a reason, a responsibilty. I want niether. I will not allow it. Anyone of whom I even begin to like I shall kill, and I shall not care, I am not to care becuase the white haired man cared, I could see, thats why he let me go, thats why I am here. Becuase he was weak, and then I killed him. He showed mercy becuase he was weak, and he paid for his weakness. I am a creature of the dark, of the night, I do not care."
Her weakness is not her fear, as it is with many people. Her weakness is her lack of trust. Someone could be telling the truth, and she'll know it from his heart beat- the way it stayed at a steady thump. She could hear it you know. But she still wouldn't trust him. Strange huh?.
Strengths? Well, it's all about the grace. Physically she's as frail as a butterfly. In a physical fight she'd lose hands down. But her flexibilty? Her grace? The way she could move so easily, her reflexes faster than even the oldest of Vampyres.
She's quite an object of wonder and beauty. Sure she's weak, couldn't hurt anyone with a punch but she doesn't need to. She can escape, and keep her pride by literally blowing up the place.
Her lack of strength means that instead of using her fists in fights (non human of course, why would a human even try and hurt her) she'd use human weapons. Not often heard of, she'd carry grenades, guns. Anything that would make a boom or a bang.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: With the money she has? She has a whole basement full of guns- some older than her and some not even the goverment have yet.
swordsmanship:: Jac grew up at a time when swords where just getting disgaurded, but she still picked up a few skills.
martial arts:: Jac doesn't really know, or is a master of one martial arts. Her skills are a collection of things merged together in her travels. WIth her body of extreme grace and movement she mastered the skill with ease.
combat:: Jac isn't that physically strong and in a boxing match she would lose, but she's a little smarter than to get herself in that position.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Unknown
mother’s name:: Unknown
sibling’s name:: Unknonwn
general history::
Jac's earliest memory is not of laughter, off games, toys or primary colours. It's of a cold, white room. Completely empty. It contained nothing but Jac and a bolted door.
She remebers screaming, pounding the door and then she remebers seeing a window. It wasn't there before! Or was it? She stared into it, thumping the glass. On the other side was a extremely old white haired man, his evil smile was twisted.
Although Jac didn't know how she even knew about Vampyres or about anything at that stage, she knew he was one of them. She gulped in air. It was becoming thicker, and thicker. The edges of the room was vibrating, the whole room was spinning. Jac dropped to the floor. "Turn off the gas." The white haired man said.
Jac woke up in a field. She was naked and had no idea of the time frame she'd been out. She stumbled into a nearby hamlet, and slaughtered everyone, one by one. She was amazed by her skill, but couldn't remeber a thing. How did she know what to do.
She drunk the blood and it cleared all her sensed. Made her so happy. She finally looked at herself. She was wearing a tag. "Roberst, 12/05/1890, #10923". She put on some clothes. Again, a little disturbed at the fact she knew what she was doing, what she had to do next.
Over the next 50 years she tracked down everyface in that room and killed them all. Even the white haired man, the leader, the vampyre who set her free. She drunk there blood aswell, but it made her ill. Vampyre blood never settled with her.
In those 50 years she got by by stealing, she took part in bigger jobs for bigger booty and thats where her career began and a fellow friend named her, Jac after the first big bank she robbed.
Jac doesn't know why she was in that room, what they where doing to her. She was 14 at the time, she looked it to. She didn't really care, it must have been good though, she could move with such ease that others couldn't. That must be good. Musn't it? Oh, and then there's the dreams, that sometimes happen to, well happen? That's not bad? Is it?
Or is that just the begining?
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
TINGTANGTONG.
Warning;; contains plain old crazy.
Chime.
The bell went as the days first customer entered the shop, but no one was to be seen. The shopkeeper raised his thick gray eyebrow in surprise. There was no one to be seen but he could here them, crawling along the floor. He frowned looking over the counter at an almost fully grown boy. What the heck was he doing? He was rolling around the floor like he was in mission impossible, he was even humming the tune, du du duh dun du du dun deliderrrrr deliderrr bum bum.
The old and wisened shop keeper shook his head before sinking it into his palms muttering various curses into it. "Joey?" He groaned. Suddenly a mass of black hair popped over the counter, soon followed by the bright earth coloured eyes of Joey.
"Yeeaaassss!" Joey squeeked before jumping up on the desk in the posistion of a frog. The shop keeper scratched the back of his head, a little stratled about how close he was to Joey's rear end.
"Umm.." The shop keeper took in a deep breath. What to do with someone like Joey? I mean honestly. "Nothing.." He grumbled relucntantly, watching Joey slowly slide of the desk landing with a painful sounding bang. The shop keeper flinched expecting cries to follow, instead he was greeted with something much worse. "OH MY GOD BEN! You've got wooden flooring!" Joey screeched, ripping away the rug. The shop keepers face sunk, this was going to be a long day.
member title:: [STRAIGHT]FROMTHEGUTTER.
Kella Credence Diesel - July 25, 2007 09:11 PM (GMT)
If I said no that would make me a real jerk now wouldn't it. =P
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