Character Name = Jessie Paala
Gender =Male
Race = Human
Age = 19, 26
Height - 5'8 in.
Weight - 135 lbs.
Clothes - Dark Purple and red flannel with some brown and tan stripes. Striped grey and white hoodie under the flannel. Pistol hostler hidden under flannel, but over the hoodie. Darkish blue denim jeans. Grey Converse low-tops. Sometimes wear light blue knit beanie or black headband.
He retains the appearance of when he died(clothes and looks), but without the fatal wounds inflicted upon him on death. Slight slouched posture. High cheekbones with a tint of freckles across them. One beauty mark under left eye and two on the right side under his lips. Lips are usually slightly frowning. Originally had dark brown eyes, but as a spirit his eyes now shine bright light blue. His eyes have a darkish look upon them as if he's always in grief. Stress marks on his forehead and stressed eyebrows show sometimes. Hair is unkempt and semi-long, usually seen in a pushed back hairstyle to keep hair out of his eyes. Stubble on his chin.
Soul Branch = Starts out independent, but when story progresses he will join the Silence of Death or the Fury of War branches
Soul Weapon = P90 shaped submachine-gun. Bullets are of holy water, arcane etchings and a bit of his own concentrated soul aura contained within a 5.7 mm bullet casing. When shot at demons the bullets are of holy quality meant to seal the demon weakening it until it must go back into the Divide or Hell.
a custom Colt M19000 pistol with ornate designs upon it. The pistol is called Ataloch after the demon residing in it. Bullets are of part of the demon contained within the pistol. Ammo is limited and unknown. The noise generated by the pistol is actually the demon being heard as he screams out in pain as he's slowly being eaten away piece by piece. The pistol is a stronger version of banishment where the demon is incapacitated for and extended period of time. This is balanced by the unknown amount of ammo(discretion of GM) and unknowingly it taints Jessie's soul little by little when he uses it. He does notice that his behavior changes when he uses the gun, but doesn't think it has any long-terms effects. He uses the gun rarely.
Cursed Equipment = N/A other than the pistol
Soul Radiance = Jessie's soul has no magical abilities that he's discovered yet. He can concentrate soul energies into object(How he makes his bullets.) His soul is the color of light blue or sky blue. His soul is unbalanced and unstable. The state of his soul shows through his facial expressions. More naturally attuned to wood elements.
Personality = Stoic and devoid of happiness yet admirer of the small,beautiful, unseen things. Jessie believes there is no light at the end of the tunnel, but actively looks for sources to prove him wrong. Sometimes, Jessie's happy and foolish nature leaks through his now cold demeanor.
In moon-lit room, Jessie sits on a outdated medical bed, his back against the wall. Looking up, he watches the ceiling fan slowly spin in counter-clockwise circles. He gives off a deep and heavy sigh. The warm air exhaled from his lungs linger and dance around his mouth until it vanishes into the cold night air. The open window next to Jessie reveals a bright crescent moon which drew all focus away from the billions upon billions of stars in the pitch black sky. His mind. shattered like glass upon the floor, hastily tries to process the sudden influx of information. Jessie loses himself in his thoughts.
Born in 1994, Jessie was the only child of Jack, his father, and Ester, his mother. Unfortunately at the age of 5, young Jessie was stripped of his mother in a horrible accident. Occupied by two dead end jobs, Jack spent little time with his son. Jessie was cared by Jack's immediate family as Jack toiled his life away. Jack's family was a broken one. None were emotionally supportive and many were detached from one another. They preferred to keep to themselves and Little Jessie followed suit. As Jessie grew he never formed a concept of family, but was surrounded by it from other students and his own actual family members who created their own little families. Many follies and betrayals from his family members and close friends sparked a hatred fueled by his growing anger and depression. Suicide plagued Jessie's mind as if the shadow of death itself loomed upon him. Though not all was horrible growing up. Discovered at a young age, Jessie unknowingly found a sliver of light. That light was his long time childhood friend, ........ She had gorgeous ....... hair. Her eyes bore the beautiful shade of ........ and she was always a smile upon her face. His life wouldn't seem so bad with her around. Jessie strove to reach happiness just like his closest friend. Unbeknownst to him though, her life was much more terrible than his. She faced physical, emotional, and sexual abuse yet still would smile concealing the pain within. As the two became older, their playing become to light flirting. Their families caught wind of their maturing relationship and put a quick end to it, though it was not enough to stop the two lovers. They kept in touch in secret and finally, Jessie found the family that he looked for and it was her. As soon as the benchmark of adulthood came, the young couple swiftly departed from their old lives, away from the depression and hate. Settling down after a year of adventuring the world, they found a quaint village where they lived blissful normal lives. Their house small and modest has two pets, Moon the dog and Star the cat. Jessie opened a restaurant with ........ and they enjoyed the fruits of their labor.
Though fate would have no happy ending for the young couple. It was a dark and misty night, Jessie was walking to his car in the restaurant parking lot. The late night shift was taking a toll on Jessie. He rubbed his back as he searched his pockets for the keys to his car. He felt the eerie feeling of being watched and quickly turned his head to look behind him. Nothing he thought to himself as he continued to look for the keys. His feeling proved to be true as he heard a cough directly behind him. Jessie quickly spun around to meet this unknown danger, but was surprised to see a hooded figure in dark purple robes uncomfortable close to him, so close in fact that he was but a few inches away from Jessie's chest.
"What the....." Jessie muffled as a rag was forcefully put over his face.
The smell of the rang was intoxicating. He felt the strength in his limbs quickly flee from him. He soon lost consciousness. Dazed and confused, Jessie awoke with a splitting headache and the need to cough. Jessie was tied down to a makeshift altar surrounded by hooded figures in similar purple robes chanting in a unknown yet profane language. "Who are you people?! Why are you doing this?! He yelled at the figures, but they ignored his pleas. He realized that he was stuck in some psychotic ritual to be sacrificed to some demented god that the cultists believed.
He muttered "I love you, .........".
The chanting stopped and swiftly dozens of knives plunged into his body. Jessie died almost instantly, but not before catching a a few seconds of the blades pierce his lower body and chest, excruciating pain engulfed his entire body, until the knife aimed for his head finally ceased all the pain. The blooded drenched knives pulled back from Jessie's corpse as a light blue sap-like substance filled the empty spheres at the hilt of the knives. The hooded cultists began chanting. They all gather in front of an object with a ominous aura about it. One by one, they poured the substance into the dark and ancient vase with unknown runic markings upon it. There the substance, Jessie's own soul, was trapped for indefinite amount of time. The vase somehow defied the laws of time and space. Jessie's soul lingered alone in the darkness. It felt as if lifetimes have passed in Jessie's prison. There in the vase, Jessie's soul first began to mix with the taint of corruption.
Darkness was all he could see, until shards of color would bleed through. His vision restored, Jessie saw that he was in the sacrificial room he died in. A woman stood in front of him. Her black hair flowed down to her hips. She wore a white business dress that cut at her knees. Her cleavage seemed to bulge as it was exposed in the tight fitting dress. Her red lipstick made her face pop. Around her the hooded cultists lay dead on the floor, her fingers dripped with red rubies.
"I've saved you, boy.." The woman said
"Thank you, but I need to get home." He replied
"Home? You think you have a home? Here let me show you, you naive boy."
The next moments, were like a dream , Jessie saw time as it flew by his eyes like a film. Life didn't treat ........... well. Afraid and confused about her sudden abandonment, she craved stability. After a while of fumbling and struggling, she met a man that only changed her life for the worst. Feigning innocence and compassion, she welcomed the man into her life, but to her downfall the man would use and abuse her like in her past. Introduced to drugs and orgies, she and the man would lose themselves every night to heightened orgasmic bliss. Jessie was horrified. The woman gave of a slight sinister smile as she looked upon Jessie's expressions. Soon, Jessie saw how she would die. Her body convulsing, she died of a suicide attempt. She hid in the bathroom away from the party raging on the other side of the door and took all the drugs she could find. A painful high coursed through her as she lost control of her body. Everyone there were too intoxicated to even notice that someone just died next to them. Well almost everyone. The lean man wore tight leather pants and a furry jacket with sleeves cut at the mid-forearm. His bright neon green hair matched the brightness of his fanged fanged teeth shown through his devious smile. The man walked into the restroom, her body lifeless on the floor. The man morphed into something hideous. The neon green monster stood on fours. The beast's gnarling mouth, dripped with hunger as a purple orb appeared in the room. The orb flew up, but the beast grabbed the ball and pulled out a leg as a whole body materialized out of the orb. ...... sat on the floor, disoriented from what just happened. Her unstable soul made her form only a bright shade of purple. She looked up and saw the demon in front of her. She screamed and pleaded for help as loud as she could, but no one would come to steal the beast's meal from it. Jessie looked away, but the woman held his face in place to watch as his beloved was torn to pieces and eaten by the monster. His stomach full, the demon transformed back into human-form and vanished in a mist of red and black smoke.The vision faded, Jessie was speechless
"See? You have no home anymore."
Jessie's head hung low.
"You know I can help you, right?"
"Help me how?!..I have nothing now"
The sudden burst of anger and hopelessness made it hard for the woman to conceal her smile.
"I can help you take back what you lost, boy. You can have.." She drew closer to the boy and cupped his chin upward. Their eyes met, "...revenge"
"Then learn," she said as she pulled him by his arm out of the room. Jessie then was tutored and trained, by the woman. The training was fierce and unforgiving.The woman taught everything Jessie needed to know about the afterlife that he now resides. To test Jessie's strength the woman would send him out to kill the monsters that were like the one who took ......... Using the P90 and the custom made bullets that the demon taught Jessie to use and make, Jessie finally was sent to do what he was trained for, his revenge.
The apartment block was dark, the night sky obscured many things, which also included Jessie. Stepping out of the darkness into the light Jessie confronts the monster in one of the apartment rooms. The monster then reveals that he was in-fact a demon that went by the name, Ataloch. He shed the veil cast upon Jessie since the day he was taken out of the vase. He told Jessie about who the woman really was. Jessie, still too naive, ignored what Ataloch accused of the woman who saved him from his prison, but the seeds of doubt were already planted. The battle was fierce for Jessie past battles pale in comparison to his new foe's prowess. Eventually, without suffering fatal wounds, Jessie managed to weaken the demon to the point that he could barely stand on one knee. A black and red mist appeared behind Ataloch. The woman held Ataloch, by the chin lifting it up. With a swift motion, Ataloch's throat was cut and he shifted and turned into a red and black mist that seemed to be sucked into a vial hidden in the woman's hand. "Its true you know, what he said." She flashed what she truly looked for a brief moment, horns grew and scales formed on her legs and arms. Cracks pulsed with red light as it slithered all over her body. "Until we meet again darling" She vanished in a cloud of red and black. Jessie's world came crumbling down again. He was so naive to think he had a good ending waiting for him at the end of the tunnel. Shocked, Jessie just stood there with his head hanging low. Hours maybe passed, and a vigor refilled Jessie's body and soul again. Anger was what he felt since the day he was born. Contained and locked away, Jessie's anger reached a boiling point. He was sick of it all. Revenge was all he sought after now and that's exactly what he was going to get. Off in the distance the woman can be seen smiling.
Jessie spent years, honing his skills, using the same training that the woman taught him. It was all he ever knew. Then one day during his daily training routine a red and black M1911 pistol was thrown in front of him on the floor, his gaze quickly snapped to the gun then upward to see who threw it. Out from around the corner came the woman. She appeared human and wore a black dress. "Why are you doing this?" the words rang back like deja vu to Jessie. "I like my already juicy souls to get fat and more tasty. So I nurture them to make themselves into strong, concentrated cartons of life energy ripe for the picking." Evident by her words, Jessie figured he wasn't the first of poor souls to be tricked by this demon. "Then once the cat is out of the bag and the fruit is ready to be picked from the tree that I planted so long ago, I give them a fighting chance." She points at the gun. "They weaken my rival for me me to trap and use them without a single blemish on me and I get some sport for my hard work." She smiles. " Jessie's training snapped him into action. He rolled toward the gun on the floor ,but the woman quickly transformed and broke the floor upon which they stood. The fighting was intense, back and forth attacks between the two opponents. The surrounding area was getting destroyed, but maybe by some miracle, Jessie managed to grab hold of the demon possessed gun and he quickly shot several rounds at the woman as she lunged at him. He closed his eyes as he continually shot the rounds over and over again. All that was heard was the slight chirping noise of the silenced pistol and Jessie's heavy breathing. Exhausted, Jessie fainted. Small periods of consciousness showed Jessie that he was being moved. Sounds blared in his ears. "We're moving the subject into the medical ward stat for emergency care," the voice said.
Jessie sat there staring at the moon and the stars. Sadness flooded him like a wave of crashing upon a lonely beach.
OOOOOOOOOK Man that was long as shit lol. So I know I originally wanted to start with a character that actually had nothing since I couldn't think of a character or a backstory, but in a few days time. BOOM! and this shitstorm was born. This is my first RP on this site and I'm really new to RPing in general so I'm sorry if my char seems a little over-powered. I've thought of limitations for Jessie though. The training by the woman didn't make Jessie all powerful, in fact he has much to learn that the agency can teach him. His techniques are very crude, but imitate techniques that the agency would've possibly used. The cultists at Jessie's death were in fact doing a ritual to summon the woman and they would offer Jessie's spiritual,magically strong soul. The woman killed them all and like her usual prey she nurtures them to be fat and juicy by developing their souls. Limited in certain ways and knowledge the souls she cultivated and then dueled would ultimately lose to her, but for some reason I somehow survived. The fate of the woman is unknown, but I'd like to think that the gun banished her for a period of time, but Jessie doesn't know that. He thinks that she's dead and that he's gotten his revenge. Ok I'm tired and if there are any question please do ask since I'd like to flesh out this character more. What is your favorite part about RPing?