Title: Jesse Fray
Description: {On the Prowl}
Description: {On the Prowl}
Jesse Fray - June 7, 2008 03:17 AM (GMT)
ABOUT YOU
Name: Kris
Age: 17
Contact Info: You should know this…
How you found us: You should know this…
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Jesse Fray
Nicknames: Jess
Character age: 18
Birthdate: November 19, 1989
Gender: Male
Lycan Species: Leopard
Level: Dominant
Strengths: Like many lycanthropes, Jesse has gained some mad new skills which would give him an advantage over most regular human. The first major strength Jesse possess happens to be that he is very agile, able to balance on things most humans would have difficulties balancing on. Another major strength Jesse has happens to his increased speed, now able to run ten times faster then back when he was a normal human. Also being that he’s a lycanthrope, any damage he takes, he’s able to recover from rather easily, managing to heal something that would usually take a week in less then a day. He’s able to withstand a lot more damage now then when he was a regular human, thus meaning anything that could have killed him as a human will just injure him enough that he’ll have to shift if he wants to heal the wounds.
Though a few more strengths that Jesse has gained are enhanced senses. This meaning that the normal sight, sound, smell, taste, feel senses seemed to have increased tenfold. He can at least hear things that he was unable to hear before. Though how far away he is from the sound is affected by how loud or soft the sound is. He also gained the ability to ‘feel’ when another presence is approaching him, which has made it a great deal easier to let down his guard around others and not be afraid of someone sneaking up and attacking him.
Weaknesses Though with the new strengths that Jesse has gained also comes a few weaknesses which he now needs to learn to tolerate if he still wishes to live. His main weakness happens to be toward silver, but again this was something he got from becoming a lycanthrope in the first place. It’s something that a great number of lycanthropes have, and something that Jesse will be unable to get rid of unless he grows a tolerance for silver. All in all though, a lot of his other weaknesses come from his abilities such as his ability to hear sounds from far distances, if the sound is far too loud he can easily get a headache from it.
With his new enhanced sight, if he is in direct sunlight, or any bright light for too long just staring at it, Jesse will gain yet another headache. The longer he stares into a bright light, the lower his tolerance of that light itself will be until he finally decides to look away from it. And with his increased strength, it’s quite obvious that the heavier the object in question, the less time it takes to ware him down and make him overall tired. Though this is something easily remedied, it’s also something that most would call a significant disadvantage.
Weapons carried on person: Before he was attacked, Jesse didn’t really carry anything as far as a weapon on him, but after the attack and realizing what had happened he started carrying a few knives on him just to protect himself in case he was ever attacked again. This was just an added precaution for himself, but it seemed necessary at the time.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Jesse has dark brown hair that reaches to about the nape of his neck. Out of habit, he’ll run his fingers through his hair several times throughout the course of the day, so his hair is usually pushed back. There are times when he’ll leave it be - though it bothers him to do so - and will allow his hair and fall down to his sides and a bit in front of his face. But for the most part, he keeps it back and out of his eyes.
Eye colour: Brown
Portrayal: Aaron Stanford
Picture:
Physical description: Jesse is what most people would call comfortable, because he does not like wearing anything uncomfortable. He does his best to dress casually in clothes that he can feel comfortable in and not have to worry about what others think of him. In fact, a great number of people would say that Jesse is a somewhat clean-cut guy, choosing to wear things that are rather simple in style, yet nice enough that he could go out into public and have a great number of people staring at him in awe. Though, this is of course something he always seems oblivious to, either that or simply doesn’t care enough to pay any notice to the fact that half of the people are watching him.
To start with, Jesse has olive colored skin, though during the summers when he’s outside he tends to tan easily without so much as getting burned doing so. There are a few occasions when his skin will be pale, but that’s mainly during the winter when he’s usually locked away in his house just avoiding the cold as much as possible. His dark brown hair - almost a chocolate coated brown - reaches to be around the nape of his neck. Out of somewhat of a force of habit, Jesse will run his fingers through his hair several hundred times a day, thus causing the hair in question to push backward and stay out of his eyes. It is rare to find his hair isn’t pushed back away from his face, so to see it in his face at any given time would be almost a sin for him.
His choice of outfits are rather simple on any normal occasion, simply for the fact that he doesn’t necessarily dress up. More or less, Jesse may look ‘nice’ and clean-cut, but it’s not enough to allow him into a formal party. He tries to look casual, but not too casual in a way. Instead, Jesse chooses a pair of loose fitting, yet comfortable, dark blue jeans. To match this, Jesse has on a gray T-shirt, but over the T-shirt he likes to wear a dark blue long sleeved jacket with light blue going down the sleeves of the jacket. It’s just enough that it will get him through the day, and also he enough that people will have to stop and look at him before they can continue their day.
Likes:
Jesse can and really is a mysterious person, because there is so much about himself that he keeps from a great number of people. He tries to say very little about his past, thinking that it would be much easier if no one really knew who or what he was, it actually saves a lot of unneeded questions. There are so many who have tried to get through to him in the past, yet all of them have failed. Just about anyone who runs into him can’t help but ask him the same question. What was different about him that most others didn’t have? Perhaps it was that look within his eyes. A glint of sorts, something that held just about every secret, everything he’d seen in his lifetime. Everything good and bad that would never be erased from his memories. Whatever it was, they all seemed to see the same thing. A life of grief…
On most occasions, Jesse can be considered a quiet person, or at least quiet around new people that he’s not so use to. It’s just one of his biggest philosophies about how if he says very little, it’ll mean being unable to answer unneeded questions which most seem to feel an interest in asking him anyways. It at least saves him the trouble on a great number of occasions and seems to have worked for him in the past. Though, there are those who simply do not get the hint that he does not want to talk and does not enjoy being around new people. Those are the ones that mainly question him. And those are the ones that he loathes the most.
However, within a group of his very close friends, Jesse can be a rather outgoing person. This is the group of friends he’s usually around who help him cause so much trouble around town. It’s also a group that a lot of other people seem to fear though Jesse can’t see why. It’s a group that became close to him even as younger kids. He’s a rather outspoken person around his friends and will do just about anything with them, so long as he feels comfortable with doing it. Though, Jesse would claim he never feels guilty about anything, nor does he really feel uncomfortable about doing certain things. However, there are times when he does have to draw the line on certain things.
Jesse is also what many would call a dare devil, able to do many dangerous things that many people would claim was insane in the first place. He loves being able to do certain stunts that few people could do again, because he loves the feeling of the adrenaline rush. It’s the one thing that still keeps him alive is doing things that excite him and gets his blood pumping. It’s also something that although some may disapprove of, a few have been able to congratulate and look up to him because of the stunts that he has done. A few of the stunts tend to get him into some trouble, but it’s not enough that he stops doing them. IN fact, the trouble is what makes him want to do it even more.
And finally, Jesse is what a lot of people would call street smart. Having spent half of his life out on the streets with his friends, he picked up a few things here and there. Though the number one thing that Jesse learned to do over the years was a simple thing called hacking. It was something that although he didn’t think he’d use a lot was something he’d gotten into doing after his friend had started teaching him a few of the basics. Once the basics were down, Jesse went on to more complicated things, learning how to bypass a firewall and enter any computer without being detected. He was untraceable in more ways then just one, and that’s what made his job easier. Being able to hack into most computers, Jesse knows a great number of things about Miami that most citizens don’t know yet and won’t know for a few years still.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Mother - Katsumi, Father - Kylonora (Deceased)
Siblings: None.
Children: None.
History: From the start, Jesse was an accident…And it was something he’d heard from his mom so many times before. In fact, she never once failed to mention to him that he was their accident. As though she enjoyed seeing the pain in his eyes every time the words were spoken. He knew they were true now, there was just too much now that he knew was true, yet seemed oblivious to it as a younger child. She enjoyed retelling the story to him countless times. His Father, Kylonora got her drunk during a party one night - the two had been dating on and off for a few years - and willingly the two did a few things that are best left unsaid. Only a few months later, a boy by the name of Jesse is born to the same parents.
Only, Kylonora who was supposed to be Jesse’s father ran of shortly before Katsumi was to give birth. Though, Jesse was told countless times by Katsumi that Kylonora just couldn’t handle the truth. He went insane from the stress, having only been eighteen himself and only a few weeks out of High School to find out that his wife-to-be was pregnant with their son. He couldn’t handle having a baby so soon and ran off. And for countless years after that, Jesse’s mother still called him a coward. Stating shep managed to survive this long - though that was yet to be seen - and couldn’t fathom why he couldn’t have at least offered to see Jesse every so often. It was something his mother seemed to enjoy ranting about.
As far as Jesse could remember, himself and his mother were forced to live within a fairly small apartment, that was just barely big enough to fit two bedrooms, a kitchen, a small bathroom, and a small living room. It was the only thing that the two could afford now, seeing as his mom was laid off work and had refused to seek another job, saying it was unfair to begin with and that if anything it should have been Jesse who supported the two of them. So from the get go, Jesse was raised in the ‘loving and caring’ arms of his mother who did the minimum required of herself to keep Jesse living and from social services from paying the two of them a visit. She did at least raise him and attempted to teach him right from wrong. That was all she thought would be expected of herself.
Though as the years got older, it was blatant that Jesse didn’t know the difference between right from wrong. Whether he enjoyed causing his mother his much trouble or not was unknown, but from such a young age Jesse had a knack for getting into trouble, both around the house and in public where there would be others to witness it. It was really hard to tell why he was such a troublemaker at birth, but his mother claimed it was something he inherited from his father, either way there was very little she could do to break him of this bad habit, as regardless of what she tried to do, Jesse would cry out for more attention by means of causing trouble. It was his specialty, and something he would even be good at when he got older. In fact, at that time it would almost be essential for him.
Despite his Mother’s careless actions, Jesse did have a few friends that he’d made over the years around the neighborhood in which he was forced to reside in. And even with his new set of friends, he was a troublemaker…But it worked wonders with his friends, because they war the exact same way as he was. It didn’t seem to bother any of his friend because they even helped him evolve into a bigger troublemaker…One that would have the cops on his tail just about any chance they could. Though the majority of the time, if the cops were called, they would usually find he was the one behind everything. It got bad enough that a few times they had put him into a detention center for a few weeks to ‘monitor his behavior’ as though he were some kind of caged his experiment. Not once out of those times did his mother come to visit.
She said he deserved it, that he missed so many days of school because he was always in trouble and locked away somewhere. She said it was his fault when he came close to being held back a few years. Never once did she have sympathy for anything that Jesse was going through, in fact she sort of enjoyed it. She liked watching him suffer, more so then usual. It became almost a day to day occurrence between the two. It was a war that neither side would give up unless the other backed down first. They were constantly at each others throats for petty reasons, enough that Jesse would storm out of the apartment in frustration several times.
Perhaps for this reason, Jesse seemed to take refuge with the rest of his friends, mainly spending his time out on the streets and away from the hell he was forced to call his house. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but being out on the streets meant he didn’t have to bother with his mother anymore, which at least helped eliminate one problem from his list. At least he didn’t have to spend every waking day with her like he had been forced two when he was younger. It didn’t bother him in the least bit to realize he had no real family, because his friends were the only family that he needed. They were always there for him and would be willing to help him. As he would be willing to help them.
Legally though, Jesse was forced to call that apartment his house, at least until he was eighteen. By the time he turned eighteen, he would no longer be forced to live with his mother and could do anything he well pleased. And that was good enough for him. So long as he could count his blessings and mark off the days on his calendar, he would be fine. As long as he always had something to hope for, he would be fine. There had to always be something there, something that he could look forward to, as long as there was that little thread there, he had no reason to be upset.
Living with his mother, Jesse quickly learned there were few things that angered her. As surprising as that may have seemed, it was rather true. So long as he could avoid certain subjects, there would be no need for a fight to arise and no need for him to storm out of the house angry. Of course, he wouldn’t have been able to figure this out any sooner had it not have been that by the time he turned sixteen he was forced to spend a year on house arrest for supposedly helping burn down an old arcade. So, having been forced in the house in which he so despised for a year on end, with only a chance to leave to go to school on weekdays, Jesse learned a few things about his mother and what provoked her. And for a year, it seemed as if he did all he could to avoid angering her, just to save himself. Though…This only worked on certain occasions when she was in a good mood. Otherwise, it would be her who provoked him.
Another year marked off his calendar.
By the time his seventeenth birthday came and went, Jesse was glad that he’d been released from house arrest. Being able to spend the rest of his time with his friends now, it was almost a rarity that Jesse would step foot into his apartment where she lurked and waited unless he absolutely needed to. If it was a matter of life and death, then that was fine, but if he didn’t need to go back in for nay reason at all, Jesse did all within his power to remain out on the streets with his friends, or just crashing at a friends house. It was ten times better then being forced in the apartment with his mom, that much was for sure.
A mere three months after his birthday, and having spent an evening in the cemetery with a few of his friends - in honor of Halloween of course - Jesse had to depart from his friends to return home. The cops were out heavily tonight, making sure teenagers like Jesse weren’t off wandering the streets in the dead of night, so they all figured after having gotten into so much trouble already, they didn’t want to risk it on Halloween. Instead, they parted ways around two that morning, leaving Jesse to walk down a few blocks to his apartment by himself.
He didn’t notice it coming…
A low growl emitting from a nearby bush, Jesse just waved it off as a stray dog. It wasn’t uncommon to find stray dogs wandering around this part of town, so Jesse didn’t pay any attention to it. Instead, he continued walking, ignoring the fury beast directly behind him…Which could have been a very stupid mistake on his part, because within an instant the dog pounced on Jesse, bringing him crashing down to the ground. From here, there was very little that Jesse could use to get the dog off him, except to flail and try to roll out from underneath the dog in question. Though this became nearly impossible when the dog started biting and scratching at any part of him he could get to, gnawing at skin in hopes of breaking it and releasing the blood that boiled underneath.
For several minutes, the attack continued with Jesse still fighting off the ferocious beast. It wasn’t until nearby sirens could be heard before the dog realized what was happening and jumped off Jesse to run off.
The next thing he knew, Jesse was being sent off to the Hospital where the only thing they could do was sew up and clean some of his open wounds before questioning him. Being as it was the middle of the night when the attack did finally happen, Jesse didn’t get a good look at the dog that had attacked him, so the doctors were forced to write it off as just a stray dog, and hope that was in fact what it really was for the sake of everyone else. They sent Jesse on his way the next day.
It was less then a week later that Jesse began to realizing his sudden cravings for raw meat of any kind. So long as he could get his hands on it, it was still good meat in his book. Though, this was something that he had to ignore, assuming it was just a regular craving, as that was unusual for him…To get spur of the moment cravings such as for chocolate or anything sweet. He just assumed it was another one of those cravings and did his best to ignore it. Though this proved to be mistake number one.
Only a week before the first full moon sense Jesse got attacked and it seemed as if the tension between himself and his mother was running high this particular week. Breaking out into random bouts of fights for reasons that Jesse would be unable to recall later on it seemed as if everything under his skin was boiling. A sudden temptation would come across him, one that would tell him to rip out her throat…In one swift movement…He kept telling himself she wouldn’t feel a thing and that it would be all over very soon. Yet, he forced the thoughts away - realizing it couldn’t have been good that he was thinking them to begin with - instead, Jesse was forced to collect happier thoughts for a days.
The night of the full moon hit with a vengeance and everything came rushing back. Having gotten into another huge fight with his mother, at which point she told him to get out - in a not so nice way, mind you - Jesse stormed off and found himself walking the streets with his friends again. At least with his friends, he was welcome to vent until his heart was content, because they understood him better then his mother or anyone else. But as he near the end of his vents, something within himself seemed to just shatter. His eyes went from their usual chocolate coated brown to a dark yellow. He could feel the rage inside of him build up enough that it wasn’t long before he felt the reforming bones start to take shape. Every crack, every spurt of growth, every tine movement hurt, and he could feel it all.
And then he woke up…
In the middle of a nearby clearing, his clothes ripped before him and the motionless bodies that he could recall to be his friends.
Question upon question ran through his head, yet he didn’t have time to answer them all. Having panicked, and realized he might be in trouble if anyone found out what had happened, Jesse took off that night. Against his better judgment, he ran out of town, deciding to seek refuge across the United States within Miami where he knew he would be safe for a while.
And here he is less then a year later…
Writing Sample: Dunking his Oreo cookie into the large glass of milk, Jesse brought his left hand to an itch on his nose, rubbing it away while his left hand remained hovering over the cup as the wafer absorbed the liquid. He paid little attention to the tiny chocolate crumbs breaking away it like individual islands spreading out into an enclosed sea of delicious white. Withdrawing his left hand from the glass of milk, Jesse could only but hover over the milk, allowing the last few drops to drip away from the Oreo before he could finally bring it to his lips and take a big of the now soggy cookie. Smiling softly, Jesse seemed rather satisfied by this rare treat that he’d received and proceeded to take another bite.
All the while, his chocolate brown eyes had been away from the one across the room from him - sitting uncomfortably on the living rooms couch - from here, the man looked to be nervous as he fidgeted in his seat every so often, or ran his fingers through his hair before he would continue to tap against the arm rest of the couch. And even still, Jesse would pay no mind to the man and instead continued his ever so long chore of eating the cookies.
“Mr. Fray,” the man finally spoke up, clearing his throat loud enough that it brought Jesse’s gaze upward to him. “I’m afraid there is still the matter of the…” he paused for a moment, thinking best on how to state his concern. “Payment.” he finally spoke the word into the air.
“Mmm,” having paid little attention to the guy before him, Jesse was happily enjoying his fifth dunked Oreo before he wiped the crumbs from the computer desk and from his lap. Just like the cookies, he made this into a chore, taking as long as he wanted to before he finally completed the task, took a slow swig of his milk and looking back up at the man. “Mr. Thenwistle, if you don’t mind me saying…” Jesse paused, proceeding to pick up a pen, balancing it with his index finger, middle finger, and thumb, before allowing the object to spin around his thumb and land in the same position as previously. He continued doing this as he spoke, “This wouldn’t happen to be about you wanting the money, would it?”
The one who went by Thenwistle shifted once again in his seat, as though being interrogated in a police station and afraid of getting caught read handed. “Of course not, Mr. Fray!” he snapped defensively. “This is a matter between your Mother and yourself, I just happen to be the middle ground.”
“I thought as much…” Abruptly, Jesse’s pen spinning stopped and steadily he placed the pen back down on the desk before eyeing the other. “Leave it to Mother to send someone else to do her job.” he muttered, more to himself.
“Look, I don’t mean to…”
Thenwistle paused for the briefest of moments, now for the first time seeing directly into Jesse’s eyes, which had now bled from black to a cat-like yellow. For a moment, he opened his mouth to let out a gasp. “It was you!” he hissed, both out of shock and fright. “That’s why your Mother was so keen on me coming instead…”
Jesse smirked, now showing a row of pointy cat-like teeth.
“Um…I…Have…Clients….Need…My…”
His stuttering was just enough that it distracted him from his task of trying to stand up and grab his coat from the back of the couch. Instead, he found himself backing into a corner, as though trying to put as much distance between himself and Jesse as possible, in hopes that the teen wouldn’t dare lash out on him now. Though, if he’d been smart enough, he would have turned and looked at the fact that he was backing into the closet door and not the front door.
“I appreciate your company, Mr. Thenwistle,” Jesse said with a purr as he stood from his chair and glided over to the other without so much as batting an eye. “I’m afraid however, that your services will not be required any longer.”
A lone flashing light, followed by a thunderous boom from a now raging storm directly out the windows were enough to drown out the man’s cries…Just enough that it covered up the sound of the tearing flesh, and the ripping of bodily organs. It was enough that it covered up everything, and left not a trace. Outside, the storm raged onward for several long minutes before finally coming to a halt instantly, leaving with it inside not a single sing that there had been another body within the room.
“Next time she wants something,” Jesse told the empty air around him. “She’ll have to come here directly to me…”
And the rest:
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Did you read the rules? Oui, Ma Petite.
Name: Kris
Age: 17
Contact Info: You should know this…
How you found us: You should know this…
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Jesse Fray
Nicknames: Jess
Character age: 18
Birthdate: November 19, 1989
Gender: Male
Lycan Species: Leopard
Level: Dominant
Strengths: Like many lycanthropes, Jesse has gained some mad new skills which would give him an advantage over most regular human. The first major strength Jesse possess happens to be that he is very agile, able to balance on things most humans would have difficulties balancing on. Another major strength Jesse has happens to his increased speed, now able to run ten times faster then back when he was a normal human. Also being that he’s a lycanthrope, any damage he takes, he’s able to recover from rather easily, managing to heal something that would usually take a week in less then a day. He’s able to withstand a lot more damage now then when he was a regular human, thus meaning anything that could have killed him as a human will just injure him enough that he’ll have to shift if he wants to heal the wounds.
Though a few more strengths that Jesse has gained are enhanced senses. This meaning that the normal sight, sound, smell, taste, feel senses seemed to have increased tenfold. He can at least hear things that he was unable to hear before. Though how far away he is from the sound is affected by how loud or soft the sound is. He also gained the ability to ‘feel’ when another presence is approaching him, which has made it a great deal easier to let down his guard around others and not be afraid of someone sneaking up and attacking him.
Weaknesses Though with the new strengths that Jesse has gained also comes a few weaknesses which he now needs to learn to tolerate if he still wishes to live. His main weakness happens to be toward silver, but again this was something he got from becoming a lycanthrope in the first place. It’s something that a great number of lycanthropes have, and something that Jesse will be unable to get rid of unless he grows a tolerance for silver. All in all though, a lot of his other weaknesses come from his abilities such as his ability to hear sounds from far distances, if the sound is far too loud he can easily get a headache from it.
With his new enhanced sight, if he is in direct sunlight, or any bright light for too long just staring at it, Jesse will gain yet another headache. The longer he stares into a bright light, the lower his tolerance of that light itself will be until he finally decides to look away from it. And with his increased strength, it’s quite obvious that the heavier the object in question, the less time it takes to ware him down and make him overall tired. Though this is something easily remedied, it’s also something that most would call a significant disadvantage.
Weapons carried on person: Before he was attacked, Jesse didn’t really carry anything as far as a weapon on him, but after the attack and realizing what had happened he started carrying a few knives on him just to protect himself in case he was ever attacked again. This was just an added precaution for himself, but it seemed necessary at the time.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Jesse has dark brown hair that reaches to about the nape of his neck. Out of habit, he’ll run his fingers through his hair several times throughout the course of the day, so his hair is usually pushed back. There are times when he’ll leave it be - though it bothers him to do so - and will allow his hair and fall down to his sides and a bit in front of his face. But for the most part, he keeps it back and out of his eyes.
Eye colour: Brown
Portrayal: Aaron Stanford
Picture:
Physical description: Jesse is what most people would call comfortable, because he does not like wearing anything uncomfortable. He does his best to dress casually in clothes that he can feel comfortable in and not have to worry about what others think of him. In fact, a great number of people would say that Jesse is a somewhat clean-cut guy, choosing to wear things that are rather simple in style, yet nice enough that he could go out into public and have a great number of people staring at him in awe. Though, this is of course something he always seems oblivious to, either that or simply doesn’t care enough to pay any notice to the fact that half of the people are watching him.
To start with, Jesse has olive colored skin, though during the summers when he’s outside he tends to tan easily without so much as getting burned doing so. There are a few occasions when his skin will be pale, but that’s mainly during the winter when he’s usually locked away in his house just avoiding the cold as much as possible. His dark brown hair - almost a chocolate coated brown - reaches to be around the nape of his neck. Out of somewhat of a force of habit, Jesse will run his fingers through his hair several hundred times a day, thus causing the hair in question to push backward and stay out of his eyes. It is rare to find his hair isn’t pushed back away from his face, so to see it in his face at any given time would be almost a sin for him.
His choice of outfits are rather simple on any normal occasion, simply for the fact that he doesn’t necessarily dress up. More or less, Jesse may look ‘nice’ and clean-cut, but it’s not enough to allow him into a formal party. He tries to look casual, but not too casual in a way. Instead, Jesse chooses a pair of loose fitting, yet comfortable, dark blue jeans. To match this, Jesse has on a gray T-shirt, but over the T-shirt he likes to wear a dark blue long sleeved jacket with light blue going down the sleeves of the jacket. It’s just enough that it will get him through the day, and also he enough that people will have to stop and look at him before they can continue their day.
Likes:
- Causing trouble
- Being mysterious
- Riddles
- Women
- Taking control of situations
- Chocolate
- Coffee
- People who say very little
- Innocent people
- People who won’t leave him alone
- Cream Soda
- Winter
- Arrogant people
- Spiders
- Dying too early
- Having no recollection of attacking anyone
- Losing someone close to him
- Being so close to someone that if they were to be lost it would be hard to let go
- Tapping his fingers against any surface
- Fidgeting
- Biting his nails
Jesse can and really is a mysterious person, because there is so much about himself that he keeps from a great number of people. He tries to say very little about his past, thinking that it would be much easier if no one really knew who or what he was, it actually saves a lot of unneeded questions. There are so many who have tried to get through to him in the past, yet all of them have failed. Just about anyone who runs into him can’t help but ask him the same question. What was different about him that most others didn’t have? Perhaps it was that look within his eyes. A glint of sorts, something that held just about every secret, everything he’d seen in his lifetime. Everything good and bad that would never be erased from his memories. Whatever it was, they all seemed to see the same thing. A life of grief…
On most occasions, Jesse can be considered a quiet person, or at least quiet around new people that he’s not so use to. It’s just one of his biggest philosophies about how if he says very little, it’ll mean being unable to answer unneeded questions which most seem to feel an interest in asking him anyways. It at least saves him the trouble on a great number of occasions and seems to have worked for him in the past. Though, there are those who simply do not get the hint that he does not want to talk and does not enjoy being around new people. Those are the ones that mainly question him. And those are the ones that he loathes the most.
However, within a group of his very close friends, Jesse can be a rather outgoing person. This is the group of friends he’s usually around who help him cause so much trouble around town. It’s also a group that a lot of other people seem to fear though Jesse can’t see why. It’s a group that became close to him even as younger kids. He’s a rather outspoken person around his friends and will do just about anything with them, so long as he feels comfortable with doing it. Though, Jesse would claim he never feels guilty about anything, nor does he really feel uncomfortable about doing certain things. However, there are times when he does have to draw the line on certain things.
Jesse is also what many would call a dare devil, able to do many dangerous things that many people would claim was insane in the first place. He loves being able to do certain stunts that few people could do again, because he loves the feeling of the adrenaline rush. It’s the one thing that still keeps him alive is doing things that excite him and gets his blood pumping. It’s also something that although some may disapprove of, a few have been able to congratulate and look up to him because of the stunts that he has done. A few of the stunts tend to get him into some trouble, but it’s not enough that he stops doing them. IN fact, the trouble is what makes him want to do it even more.
And finally, Jesse is what a lot of people would call street smart. Having spent half of his life out on the streets with his friends, he picked up a few things here and there. Though the number one thing that Jesse learned to do over the years was a simple thing called hacking. It was something that although he didn’t think he’d use a lot was something he’d gotten into doing after his friend had started teaching him a few of the basics. Once the basics were down, Jesse went on to more complicated things, learning how to bypass a firewall and enter any computer without being detected. He was untraceable in more ways then just one, and that’s what made his job easier. Being able to hack into most computers, Jesse knows a great number of things about Miami that most citizens don’t know yet and won’t know for a few years still.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Mother - Katsumi, Father - Kylonora (Deceased)
Siblings: None.
Children: None.
History: From the start, Jesse was an accident…And it was something he’d heard from his mom so many times before. In fact, she never once failed to mention to him that he was their accident. As though she enjoyed seeing the pain in his eyes every time the words were spoken. He knew they were true now, there was just too much now that he knew was true, yet seemed oblivious to it as a younger child. She enjoyed retelling the story to him countless times. His Father, Kylonora got her drunk during a party one night - the two had been dating on and off for a few years - and willingly the two did a few things that are best left unsaid. Only a few months later, a boy by the name of Jesse is born to the same parents.
Only, Kylonora who was supposed to be Jesse’s father ran of shortly before Katsumi was to give birth. Though, Jesse was told countless times by Katsumi that Kylonora just couldn’t handle the truth. He went insane from the stress, having only been eighteen himself and only a few weeks out of High School to find out that his wife-to-be was pregnant with their son. He couldn’t handle having a baby so soon and ran off. And for countless years after that, Jesse’s mother still called him a coward. Stating shep managed to survive this long - though that was yet to be seen - and couldn’t fathom why he couldn’t have at least offered to see Jesse every so often. It was something his mother seemed to enjoy ranting about.
As far as Jesse could remember, himself and his mother were forced to live within a fairly small apartment, that was just barely big enough to fit two bedrooms, a kitchen, a small bathroom, and a small living room. It was the only thing that the two could afford now, seeing as his mom was laid off work and had refused to seek another job, saying it was unfair to begin with and that if anything it should have been Jesse who supported the two of them. So from the get go, Jesse was raised in the ‘loving and caring’ arms of his mother who did the minimum required of herself to keep Jesse living and from social services from paying the two of them a visit. She did at least raise him and attempted to teach him right from wrong. That was all she thought would be expected of herself.
Though as the years got older, it was blatant that Jesse didn’t know the difference between right from wrong. Whether he enjoyed causing his mother his much trouble or not was unknown, but from such a young age Jesse had a knack for getting into trouble, both around the house and in public where there would be others to witness it. It was really hard to tell why he was such a troublemaker at birth, but his mother claimed it was something he inherited from his father, either way there was very little she could do to break him of this bad habit, as regardless of what she tried to do, Jesse would cry out for more attention by means of causing trouble. It was his specialty, and something he would even be good at when he got older. In fact, at that time it would almost be essential for him.
Despite his Mother’s careless actions, Jesse did have a few friends that he’d made over the years around the neighborhood in which he was forced to reside in. And even with his new set of friends, he was a troublemaker…But it worked wonders with his friends, because they war the exact same way as he was. It didn’t seem to bother any of his friend because they even helped him evolve into a bigger troublemaker…One that would have the cops on his tail just about any chance they could. Though the majority of the time, if the cops were called, they would usually find he was the one behind everything. It got bad enough that a few times they had put him into a detention center for a few weeks to ‘monitor his behavior’ as though he were some kind of caged his experiment. Not once out of those times did his mother come to visit.
She said he deserved it, that he missed so many days of school because he was always in trouble and locked away somewhere. She said it was his fault when he came close to being held back a few years. Never once did she have sympathy for anything that Jesse was going through, in fact she sort of enjoyed it. She liked watching him suffer, more so then usual. It became almost a day to day occurrence between the two. It was a war that neither side would give up unless the other backed down first. They were constantly at each others throats for petty reasons, enough that Jesse would storm out of the apartment in frustration several times.
Perhaps for this reason, Jesse seemed to take refuge with the rest of his friends, mainly spending his time out on the streets and away from the hell he was forced to call his house. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but being out on the streets meant he didn’t have to bother with his mother anymore, which at least helped eliminate one problem from his list. At least he didn’t have to spend every waking day with her like he had been forced two when he was younger. It didn’t bother him in the least bit to realize he had no real family, because his friends were the only family that he needed. They were always there for him and would be willing to help him. As he would be willing to help them.
Legally though, Jesse was forced to call that apartment his house, at least until he was eighteen. By the time he turned eighteen, he would no longer be forced to live with his mother and could do anything he well pleased. And that was good enough for him. So long as he could count his blessings and mark off the days on his calendar, he would be fine. As long as he always had something to hope for, he would be fine. There had to always be something there, something that he could look forward to, as long as there was that little thread there, he had no reason to be upset.
Living with his mother, Jesse quickly learned there were few things that angered her. As surprising as that may have seemed, it was rather true. So long as he could avoid certain subjects, there would be no need for a fight to arise and no need for him to storm out of the house angry. Of course, he wouldn’t have been able to figure this out any sooner had it not have been that by the time he turned sixteen he was forced to spend a year on house arrest for supposedly helping burn down an old arcade. So, having been forced in the house in which he so despised for a year on end, with only a chance to leave to go to school on weekdays, Jesse learned a few things about his mother and what provoked her. And for a year, it seemed as if he did all he could to avoid angering her, just to save himself. Though…This only worked on certain occasions when she was in a good mood. Otherwise, it would be her who provoked him.
Another year marked off his calendar.
By the time his seventeenth birthday came and went, Jesse was glad that he’d been released from house arrest. Being able to spend the rest of his time with his friends now, it was almost a rarity that Jesse would step foot into his apartment where she lurked and waited unless he absolutely needed to. If it was a matter of life and death, then that was fine, but if he didn’t need to go back in for nay reason at all, Jesse did all within his power to remain out on the streets with his friends, or just crashing at a friends house. It was ten times better then being forced in the apartment with his mom, that much was for sure.
A mere three months after his birthday, and having spent an evening in the cemetery with a few of his friends - in honor of Halloween of course - Jesse had to depart from his friends to return home. The cops were out heavily tonight, making sure teenagers like Jesse weren’t off wandering the streets in the dead of night, so they all figured after having gotten into so much trouble already, they didn’t want to risk it on Halloween. Instead, they parted ways around two that morning, leaving Jesse to walk down a few blocks to his apartment by himself.
He didn’t notice it coming…
A low growl emitting from a nearby bush, Jesse just waved it off as a stray dog. It wasn’t uncommon to find stray dogs wandering around this part of town, so Jesse didn’t pay any attention to it. Instead, he continued walking, ignoring the fury beast directly behind him…Which could have been a very stupid mistake on his part, because within an instant the dog pounced on Jesse, bringing him crashing down to the ground. From here, there was very little that Jesse could use to get the dog off him, except to flail and try to roll out from underneath the dog in question. Though this became nearly impossible when the dog started biting and scratching at any part of him he could get to, gnawing at skin in hopes of breaking it and releasing the blood that boiled underneath.
For several minutes, the attack continued with Jesse still fighting off the ferocious beast. It wasn’t until nearby sirens could be heard before the dog realized what was happening and jumped off Jesse to run off.
The next thing he knew, Jesse was being sent off to the Hospital where the only thing they could do was sew up and clean some of his open wounds before questioning him. Being as it was the middle of the night when the attack did finally happen, Jesse didn’t get a good look at the dog that had attacked him, so the doctors were forced to write it off as just a stray dog, and hope that was in fact what it really was for the sake of everyone else. They sent Jesse on his way the next day.
It was less then a week later that Jesse began to realizing his sudden cravings for raw meat of any kind. So long as he could get his hands on it, it was still good meat in his book. Though, this was something that he had to ignore, assuming it was just a regular craving, as that was unusual for him…To get spur of the moment cravings such as for chocolate or anything sweet. He just assumed it was another one of those cravings and did his best to ignore it. Though this proved to be mistake number one.
Only a week before the first full moon sense Jesse got attacked and it seemed as if the tension between himself and his mother was running high this particular week. Breaking out into random bouts of fights for reasons that Jesse would be unable to recall later on it seemed as if everything under his skin was boiling. A sudden temptation would come across him, one that would tell him to rip out her throat…In one swift movement…He kept telling himself she wouldn’t feel a thing and that it would be all over very soon. Yet, he forced the thoughts away - realizing it couldn’t have been good that he was thinking them to begin with - instead, Jesse was forced to collect happier thoughts for a days.
The night of the full moon hit with a vengeance and everything came rushing back. Having gotten into another huge fight with his mother, at which point she told him to get out - in a not so nice way, mind you - Jesse stormed off and found himself walking the streets with his friends again. At least with his friends, he was welcome to vent until his heart was content, because they understood him better then his mother or anyone else. But as he near the end of his vents, something within himself seemed to just shatter. His eyes went from their usual chocolate coated brown to a dark yellow. He could feel the rage inside of him build up enough that it wasn’t long before he felt the reforming bones start to take shape. Every crack, every spurt of growth, every tine movement hurt, and he could feel it all.
And then he woke up…
In the middle of a nearby clearing, his clothes ripped before him and the motionless bodies that he could recall to be his friends.
Question upon question ran through his head, yet he didn’t have time to answer them all. Having panicked, and realized he might be in trouble if anyone found out what had happened, Jesse took off that night. Against his better judgment, he ran out of town, deciding to seek refuge across the United States within Miami where he knew he would be safe for a while.
And here he is less then a year later…
Writing Sample: Dunking his Oreo cookie into the large glass of milk, Jesse brought his left hand to an itch on his nose, rubbing it away while his left hand remained hovering over the cup as the wafer absorbed the liquid. He paid little attention to the tiny chocolate crumbs breaking away it like individual islands spreading out into an enclosed sea of delicious white. Withdrawing his left hand from the glass of milk, Jesse could only but hover over the milk, allowing the last few drops to drip away from the Oreo before he could finally bring it to his lips and take a big of the now soggy cookie. Smiling softly, Jesse seemed rather satisfied by this rare treat that he’d received and proceeded to take another bite.
All the while, his chocolate brown eyes had been away from the one across the room from him - sitting uncomfortably on the living rooms couch - from here, the man looked to be nervous as he fidgeted in his seat every so often, or ran his fingers through his hair before he would continue to tap against the arm rest of the couch. And even still, Jesse would pay no mind to the man and instead continued his ever so long chore of eating the cookies.
“Mr. Fray,” the man finally spoke up, clearing his throat loud enough that it brought Jesse’s gaze upward to him. “I’m afraid there is still the matter of the…” he paused for a moment, thinking best on how to state his concern. “Payment.” he finally spoke the word into the air.
“Mmm,” having paid little attention to the guy before him, Jesse was happily enjoying his fifth dunked Oreo before he wiped the crumbs from the computer desk and from his lap. Just like the cookies, he made this into a chore, taking as long as he wanted to before he finally completed the task, took a slow swig of his milk and looking back up at the man. “Mr. Thenwistle, if you don’t mind me saying…” Jesse paused, proceeding to pick up a pen, balancing it with his index finger, middle finger, and thumb, before allowing the object to spin around his thumb and land in the same position as previously. He continued doing this as he spoke, “This wouldn’t happen to be about you wanting the money, would it?”
The one who went by Thenwistle shifted once again in his seat, as though being interrogated in a police station and afraid of getting caught read handed. “Of course not, Mr. Fray!” he snapped defensively. “This is a matter between your Mother and yourself, I just happen to be the middle ground.”
“I thought as much…” Abruptly, Jesse’s pen spinning stopped and steadily he placed the pen back down on the desk before eyeing the other. “Leave it to Mother to send someone else to do her job.” he muttered, more to himself.
“Look, I don’t mean to…”
Thenwistle paused for the briefest of moments, now for the first time seeing directly into Jesse’s eyes, which had now bled from black to a cat-like yellow. For a moment, he opened his mouth to let out a gasp. “It was you!” he hissed, both out of shock and fright. “That’s why your Mother was so keen on me coming instead…”
Jesse smirked, now showing a row of pointy cat-like teeth.
“Um…I…Have…Clients….Need…My…”
His stuttering was just enough that it distracted him from his task of trying to stand up and grab his coat from the back of the couch. Instead, he found himself backing into a corner, as though trying to put as much distance between himself and Jesse as possible, in hopes that the teen wouldn’t dare lash out on him now. Though, if he’d been smart enough, he would have turned and looked at the fact that he was backing into the closet door and not the front door.
“I appreciate your company, Mr. Thenwistle,” Jesse said with a purr as he stood from his chair and glided over to the other without so much as batting an eye. “I’m afraid however, that your services will not be required any longer.”
A lone flashing light, followed by a thunderous boom from a now raging storm directly out the windows were enough to drown out the man’s cries…Just enough that it covered up the sound of the tearing flesh, and the ripping of bodily organs. It was enough that it covered up everything, and left not a trace. Outside, the storm raged onward for several long minutes before finally coming to a halt instantly, leaving with it inside not a single sing that there had been another body within the room.
“Next time she wants something,” Jesse told the empty air around him. “She’ll have to come here directly to me…”
And the rest:
Anything else?
Did you read the rules? Oui, Ma Petite.
Lauraina Isabel - June 8, 2008 07:16 PM (GMT)
I really do like this application. I just have one small problem with Jesse's history. If the killings the night of his first shift happened in Miami, it isn't very believable that he would just run to the other side of town to get away from them. With killings by lycans, the police fo after them with a vengeance. He wouldn't make it almost a year if he was still in the same town. Even if he moved across the country, he would have to change his name and more than likely his appearance in order to run from the law.
Jesse Fray - June 8, 2008 11:48 PM (GMT)
Seems reasonable :)
As I haven't thought of his hometwon then, I'm just saying it was somewhere across the United States, because after the killings he left their and traveled across the United States to Miami. I hope that'll solve the problem for right now :)
As I haven't thought of his hometwon then, I'm just saying it was somewhere across the United States, because after the killings he left their and traveled across the United States to Miami. I hope that'll solve the problem for right now :)
Katt Marshall - June 25, 2008 11:03 PM (GMT)
Thanks, hon. Looks good to me.
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