Title: Jace Deitor
JaceDeitor - July 11, 2008 05:00 AM (GMT)
ABOUT YOU
Name:Jace
Age:22
Contact Info:rakshas1986@hotmail.com
How you found us:Born and raised?
CHARACTER INFO
Character name:Jace Deitor
Nicknames: Big bad wolf
Character age:22
Birthdate:March 10th 1986
Gender:Male
Lycan Species:Wolf
Level:Eros
Strengths:Able to shift both fully and partially with only a slight drain of energy. Jace has been training for both football and wrestling since he was twelve, giving him already impressive speed and agility, grappled with his newly found lycanthropy, he's able to reach that grace of moving as "A blur" very early on. He is also very physicaly daunting with very reliable strength and vitality.
WeaknessesAbit hard headed and stubborn at times, making simple or menial tasks take much longer then the complicated variety. Though young. with a body built athletically he is obsessively always trying to improve his build and body, leaving him self concise most of the time and vulnerable to criticism. Also his beast is a very dominant personality, that oddly enough speaks to him and threw him, sometimes demanding things of him and people to sate its own desires, creating situations worse then they may have already been.
Weapons carried on person: Jace uses on rare occasion a butterfly knife and black biretta.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Black
Eye colour: Deep Brown
Portrayal: Kevin Gould
Picture:
Physical description: Dressed down in black from head to toe, black combat boots, worn and clearly broken in strapped tightly beneath a pair of common black denim jeans. His thighs well rounded and muscular, his belt unstrapped hung freely around his waist. Neatly draped over his torso, a black Hoodie, low cut showing off the thick muscles of his hairless chest. Over it he wore a tight 80's style leather jacket. the bottom of which came three inches above his hips. He seemed and felt like a cross between biker thug and pretty boy gone bad. His face was framed by short dark hair, pushed up into waving spikes. His eyes just as dark blinked rarely as they explore his surroundings, drinking in the sights like a child in grandmothers house, allowed to look at everything, but not touch. His jaw had that superman form, straight and heroic but not quite as Jay lenno. In his own mind his best feature about his face were his lips, full and pursed while thinking, lined with a decade of Obsessive nibbling. The corner of his left eye was abit askew from a angled scar given to him from a past experience. And his lower abdomen was dabbed with tiny black star tattoos leading down to his pelvis.
Likes: Jace loves food of all kinds but is a major Carb and Protein addict. He also enjoys skinny dipping and pushing the boundaries of his own physical form.
Dislikes:Challenges, when most people would be entranced by a challenge, he would much prefer to just win and get it over with, without the hassle of doing the hard work. When things go good he soars, when a bump hits the road and hes the first to hit it he lets his life fall apart to be piked up either by a later time or by someone else all together.
Fears: To die alone. And to lose himself fully to the beast.
Nervous habits: Jace bites his lip religiously, leaving it soft and abit worn to the touch.
Personality description: Planning is never one of the many things going through this wolfs mind. Nor is much of anything. Jace lives his life from day to day, and does what he feels like that day when he wakes up. He is very shy around people on there first meeting, but any following he is a constant flirt and smart ass. Doesnt mean he wont try and kiss on the first date, he is obsessed with intimacy of every kind, do to the fact that his beast is mostly concerned with doing the no pants dance with most other lycans and females of all variety, that they come accrossed.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:John and Julie Deitor. His father a traveling executive to an offshore bank, mother an obsessive compulsive nag.
Siblings: Jennifer Deitor, sister. Lives in NY with boyfriend Jason and two children Kyle and Elizabeth.
Children: None
History: Jace was born in Green Bay Wisconsin on March 10th 1986, he grew up traveling, never knowing a real home thanks to his father, a lieutenant in the US Army. Home schooled from age 6 to 18 his mother and father divorced when he was only 6 months old, leaving his father and him to fend for themselves while his mother and sister did the same. His father working all threw the day he learned to become self reliant, and to solve tasks on his own early in life.
When he turned 18 and was accepted into the University of Notre Dame he moved without hesitation. His first night in the dorm was the night he was infected, having unprotected sex with a mature teacher who inadvertently shifted on top of him. Being scared and thinking him dead, she ran and told no one about what had happened. Several days passed and he was finally discovered by a janitor investigating blood oozing from beneath the door. Having been treated and told of his infection he was soon approached by another lycan of an unknown nature. and told of several packs around the nation that could help him to deal with the "trauma" of being attacked and infected, "There is a pack in most major cities" he had told him the aspect of learning how to deal and taught how to control the beast now lurking inside of him was almost to much to pass up.
Coming to Miami to do just that, he's finding it much harder then he expected to "Fit in" as his attack left his beast hungry for the lust that was never sated from the girl that turned him. He lives mostly from the left over money suppose to be used for his college education. But it is quickly running out as he finds that life in Miami can be expensive.
Writing Sample:
Jace sat back in the large leather chair, his pants squeaking awkwardly as the materials rubbed together. He adjusted himself into a more natural feeling position and sat staring forward. He was in a psychologists office, a friend of a friend. They had been sitting silently waiting for answers from each other. "Look I would just feel more comfortable if you shared something about yourself before I go ranting on my problems, ok?" he asked again, tilting his head to the side, his face complacent and generally annoyed by this little man, decked out in an off green sweater and a rug that rivaled his fathers.
The shrink just stared at him, his little half reading glasses slipping down his bulbous nose as he considered the deal. He nodded and in a shrill voice answered. "I once wore womans underwear to work." Jace rolled his eyes, his head soon following, slipping back over the top of the chair. "Oh come on." he stood up quickly and pushed down the side of his pants, showing off a dark pair of womans lingerie. "Natasha lent them to me after I stretched mine out." he let his pants snap back into place and he sat back down, admiring the blushing stare of his doctor.
"Alright clearly were not going to get anywhere with you thinking about me in a girls underwear, you should see a shrink about that by the way. So lets get on with it yeah? I have this other thing inside of me, talks to me tells me what to do." this was the good stuff he wanted to hear, he quickly began scribbling onto his notepad, his eyes wide in anticipation of some new reveal such as, he could talk to lamps and his bedding tries to eat him.
"So multiple personalities?" he asked again, his nasally voice ringing painfully in Jace's ear. "Not quite but pretty close. Look I'm never coming back here again so why don't you stop asking stupid questions I know the answers to and simply answer the ones that I can't, ok?" again the little man sized him up, giving thought to his proposition. " I assure you that anyone with multiple personality disorder will need extensive and regular treatments from myself in order to fix the problem, you cannot just turn it on and off with anything but treatment of this kind."
Well this didn't go over well, nope not at all. "Well you better find something in that range because right now the other 'personality' is telling me to rip off your head and shit down your throat and I gotta tell you, I had a big lunch." oh what fear looked like on this mans face. It was priceless, his head sunk in like a turtles, causing all the hanging skin beneath his chin to bubble up to about as far out as his nose. Jace stood up having gotten the reaction he was lookin' for. "Look thanks doc' but it seems your not the person to fix this, so what were gonna do is, Im gonna thank you for trying, and your gonna tell our mutual friend that there was no chemistry, the end. Right?"
There was an odd sorta nod from the no necked doctor and Jace patted him on the shoulder on his way past him toward the door. He walked out and closed the door behind him, strolling over to the secretaries desk he watched as she typed a half a paragraph of something before she looked up at him grumpily, her face pretty, but furrowed in that "I work 70 hours a week" sorta way. He smiled at her, that perfectly practiced flash of teeth and charm, leaning over the desk to glance down at her legs. "Do you.... validate parking?"
And the rest:
Anything else? Who ever said that pickles and fish were bad together?
Did you read the rules? ou,i ma petite
Name:Jace
Age:22
Contact Info:rakshas1986@hotmail.com
How you found us:Born and raised?
CHARACTER INFO
Character name:Jace Deitor
Nicknames: Big bad wolf
Character age:22
Birthdate:March 10th 1986
Gender:Male
Lycan Species:Wolf
Level:Eros
Strengths:Able to shift both fully and partially with only a slight drain of energy. Jace has been training for both football and wrestling since he was twelve, giving him already impressive speed and agility, grappled with his newly found lycanthropy, he's able to reach that grace of moving as "A blur" very early on. He is also very physicaly daunting with very reliable strength and vitality.
WeaknessesAbit hard headed and stubborn at times, making simple or menial tasks take much longer then the complicated variety. Though young. with a body built athletically he is obsessively always trying to improve his build and body, leaving him self concise most of the time and vulnerable to criticism. Also his beast is a very dominant personality, that oddly enough speaks to him and threw him, sometimes demanding things of him and people to sate its own desires, creating situations worse then they may have already been.
Weapons carried on person: Jace uses on rare occasion a butterfly knife and black biretta.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Black
Eye colour: Deep Brown
Portrayal: Kevin Gould
Picture:
Physical description: Dressed down in black from head to toe, black combat boots, worn and clearly broken in strapped tightly beneath a pair of common black denim jeans. His thighs well rounded and muscular, his belt unstrapped hung freely around his waist. Neatly draped over his torso, a black Hoodie, low cut showing off the thick muscles of his hairless chest. Over it he wore a tight 80's style leather jacket. the bottom of which came three inches above his hips. He seemed and felt like a cross between biker thug and pretty boy gone bad. His face was framed by short dark hair, pushed up into waving spikes. His eyes just as dark blinked rarely as they explore his surroundings, drinking in the sights like a child in grandmothers house, allowed to look at everything, but not touch. His jaw had that superman form, straight and heroic but not quite as Jay lenno. In his own mind his best feature about his face were his lips, full and pursed while thinking, lined with a decade of Obsessive nibbling. The corner of his left eye was abit askew from a angled scar given to him from a past experience. And his lower abdomen was dabbed with tiny black star tattoos leading down to his pelvis.
Likes: Jace loves food of all kinds but is a major Carb and Protein addict. He also enjoys skinny dipping and pushing the boundaries of his own physical form.
Dislikes:Challenges, when most people would be entranced by a challenge, he would much prefer to just win and get it over with, without the hassle of doing the hard work. When things go good he soars, when a bump hits the road and hes the first to hit it he lets his life fall apart to be piked up either by a later time or by someone else all together.
Fears: To die alone. And to lose himself fully to the beast.
Nervous habits: Jace bites his lip religiously, leaving it soft and abit worn to the touch.
Personality description: Planning is never one of the many things going through this wolfs mind. Nor is much of anything. Jace lives his life from day to day, and does what he feels like that day when he wakes up. He is very shy around people on there first meeting, but any following he is a constant flirt and smart ass. Doesnt mean he wont try and kiss on the first date, he is obsessed with intimacy of every kind, do to the fact that his beast is mostly concerned with doing the no pants dance with most other lycans and females of all variety, that they come accrossed.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:John and Julie Deitor. His father a traveling executive to an offshore bank, mother an obsessive compulsive nag.
Siblings: Jennifer Deitor, sister. Lives in NY with boyfriend Jason and two children Kyle and Elizabeth.
Children: None
History: Jace was born in Green Bay Wisconsin on March 10th 1986, he grew up traveling, never knowing a real home thanks to his father, a lieutenant in the US Army. Home schooled from age 6 to 18 his mother and father divorced when he was only 6 months old, leaving his father and him to fend for themselves while his mother and sister did the same. His father working all threw the day he learned to become self reliant, and to solve tasks on his own early in life.
When he turned 18 and was accepted into the University of Notre Dame he moved without hesitation. His first night in the dorm was the night he was infected, having unprotected sex with a mature teacher who inadvertently shifted on top of him. Being scared and thinking him dead, she ran and told no one about what had happened. Several days passed and he was finally discovered by a janitor investigating blood oozing from beneath the door. Having been treated and told of his infection he was soon approached by another lycan of an unknown nature. and told of several packs around the nation that could help him to deal with the "trauma" of being attacked and infected, "There is a pack in most major cities" he had told him the aspect of learning how to deal and taught how to control the beast now lurking inside of him was almost to much to pass up.
Coming to Miami to do just that, he's finding it much harder then he expected to "Fit in" as his attack left his beast hungry for the lust that was never sated from the girl that turned him. He lives mostly from the left over money suppose to be used for his college education. But it is quickly running out as he finds that life in Miami can be expensive.
Writing Sample:
Jace sat back in the large leather chair, his pants squeaking awkwardly as the materials rubbed together. He adjusted himself into a more natural feeling position and sat staring forward. He was in a psychologists office, a friend of a friend. They had been sitting silently waiting for answers from each other. "Look I would just feel more comfortable if you shared something about yourself before I go ranting on my problems, ok?" he asked again, tilting his head to the side, his face complacent and generally annoyed by this little man, decked out in an off green sweater and a rug that rivaled his fathers.
The shrink just stared at him, his little half reading glasses slipping down his bulbous nose as he considered the deal. He nodded and in a shrill voice answered. "I once wore womans underwear to work." Jace rolled his eyes, his head soon following, slipping back over the top of the chair. "Oh come on." he stood up quickly and pushed down the side of his pants, showing off a dark pair of womans lingerie. "Natasha lent them to me after I stretched mine out." he let his pants snap back into place and he sat back down, admiring the blushing stare of his doctor.
"Alright clearly were not going to get anywhere with you thinking about me in a girls underwear, you should see a shrink about that by the way. So lets get on with it yeah? I have this other thing inside of me, talks to me tells me what to do." this was the good stuff he wanted to hear, he quickly began scribbling onto his notepad, his eyes wide in anticipation of some new reveal such as, he could talk to lamps and his bedding tries to eat him.
"So multiple personalities?" he asked again, his nasally voice ringing painfully in Jace's ear. "Not quite but pretty close. Look I'm never coming back here again so why don't you stop asking stupid questions I know the answers to and simply answer the ones that I can't, ok?" again the little man sized him up, giving thought to his proposition. " I assure you that anyone with multiple personality disorder will need extensive and regular treatments from myself in order to fix the problem, you cannot just turn it on and off with anything but treatment of this kind."
Well this didn't go over well, nope not at all. "Well you better find something in that range because right now the other 'personality' is telling me to rip off your head and shit down your throat and I gotta tell you, I had a big lunch." oh what fear looked like on this mans face. It was priceless, his head sunk in like a turtles, causing all the hanging skin beneath his chin to bubble up to about as far out as his nose. Jace stood up having gotten the reaction he was lookin' for. "Look thanks doc' but it seems your not the person to fix this, so what were gonna do is, Im gonna thank you for trying, and your gonna tell our mutual friend that there was no chemistry, the end. Right?"
There was an odd sorta nod from the no necked doctor and Jace patted him on the shoulder on his way past him toward the door. He walked out and closed the door behind him, strolling over to the secretaries desk he watched as she typed a half a paragraph of something before she looked up at him grumpily, her face pretty, but furrowed in that "I work 70 hours a week" sorta way. He smiled at her, that perfectly practiced flash of teeth and charm, leaning over the desk to glance down at her legs. "Do you.... validate parking?"
And the rest:
Anything else? Who ever said that pickles and fish were bad together?
Did you read the rules? ou,i ma petite
JaceDeitor - July 11, 2008 05:02 AM (GMT)
I realize that I already had an app on this site but it was attached to my former account which was regrettably deleted by Jen, who I forgive and love as she is the almighty Oz. But most people just found it a pain in the ass to go through all the old apps to find an outdated one, So this one is updated with both details and character portrayal.