Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 24, 2006 0:47:22 GMT -5
Full Name:Jacob Rivier Collins
Nick Name:Jack the Ripper
Age:206
Sex:Male
Race:Human, Necromancer
Physical Description: A tall lanky man of british origin. He was very handsome, his body was sculpted as the statue of David, his skin pale as the winter snow. The glistening orbs that occupied the optical sockets were a lovely gold color. His lips were even whiter than his skin, his hair a matching white that fell to his lower back. His face seemed so delicate. His lips almost always curled into a warm freindly smile. His nose was delicately curved on his face.
As for his clothing he tended to large baggy black tripp pants with chains hanging off of them, black tennish shoes and a grey T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Always across the back belt loops of his pants was a black staff and hanging from and bound by a chain on his pants was a Necronomicon.
When he dawned his Jack the Ripper persona, he wore black dress pants, black dress shoes, a black button up dress shirt with long sleeves, a pair of black leather gloves and an old english cloak with the high collar that his up to his nose, as well he wore a large top hat. Around his leather black belt was a menagerie of surgical knives and scalpels.
Subjects Taking: Health, Anatomy, Medical Science
Personality/likes/dislikes: Jacob was a man with two sides. On one hand was Jacob, the freindliest, though somewhat darkest man you've ever met. A necromancer by heart and trade he had lived the past 100+ years studying it, and like all necromancers he did have a bit of a morbid side to him, though he was warm and freindly and the last person anyone would expect to be a killer.
On the other hand was Jack the Ripper. A madman. A Psychopath. He had an obsession with prostitutes, whores, strippers, and any other woman he saw walking around alone at night. An overwhelming curiousity and bloodlust took over his mind, his hands, and his fingers. He wanted to know what made them tick, not for a moment considering that what he was doing was wrong.
History: Born in the year 1800 into a family of Necromancers, Jacob learned the eticute of English society as well as the ancient craft. He quickly excelled in this, though it was time for him to attain a proffesion to hide his 'talent'. He decided to become a surgeon. So every ten years, now being eternally 18, he would attend schools to learn the trade. Updating his prowess with the times.
He then fell in love with a young girl. In 86 years of existance he had never met anyone so lovely. He immediatly proposed to her and they were married. Two years after their marriage he caught her cheating on him. Enraged he killed her. He then moved through the streets one night later and there she was. He couldn't beleive it, she was standing on a corner, mocking him, whoring herself out. He grabbed a surgical knife and decided to dissect her to figure out how she lived, but to no avail. He stayed off the streets for a few nights. He decided to go back out, and there she was again. How had she survived? He was furious and wanted to find out how. He dissected her again, with similar results. Nights went by and several young women were murdered, dissected masterfully by someone who many thought to be a surgeon or a doctor.
Jacob thought that she was finally gone from his thoughts when he arrived in this city. He then started his courses again at SNU to update his medical knowledge. Then one night, he saw her again on the street corner and couldn't help himself. His eyes then spotted her several street corners down. His hands now covered in blood.
Nick Name:Jack the Ripper
Age:206
Sex:Male
Race:Human, Necromancer
Physical Description: A tall lanky man of british origin. He was very handsome, his body was sculpted as the statue of David, his skin pale as the winter snow. The glistening orbs that occupied the optical sockets were a lovely gold color. His lips were even whiter than his skin, his hair a matching white that fell to his lower back. His face seemed so delicate. His lips almost always curled into a warm freindly smile. His nose was delicately curved on his face.
As for his clothing he tended to large baggy black tripp pants with chains hanging off of them, black tennish shoes and a grey T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Always across the back belt loops of his pants was a black staff and hanging from and bound by a chain on his pants was a Necronomicon.
When he dawned his Jack the Ripper persona, he wore black dress pants, black dress shoes, a black button up dress shirt with long sleeves, a pair of black leather gloves and an old english cloak with the high collar that his up to his nose, as well he wore a large top hat. Around his leather black belt was a menagerie of surgical knives and scalpels.
Subjects Taking: Health, Anatomy, Medical Science
Personality/likes/dislikes: Jacob was a man with two sides. On one hand was Jacob, the freindliest, though somewhat darkest man you've ever met. A necromancer by heart and trade he had lived the past 100+ years studying it, and like all necromancers he did have a bit of a morbid side to him, though he was warm and freindly and the last person anyone would expect to be a killer.
On the other hand was Jack the Ripper. A madman. A Psychopath. He had an obsession with prostitutes, whores, strippers, and any other woman he saw walking around alone at night. An overwhelming curiousity and bloodlust took over his mind, his hands, and his fingers. He wanted to know what made them tick, not for a moment considering that what he was doing was wrong.
History: Born in the year 1800 into a family of Necromancers, Jacob learned the eticute of English society as well as the ancient craft. He quickly excelled in this, though it was time for him to attain a proffesion to hide his 'talent'. He decided to become a surgeon. So every ten years, now being eternally 18, he would attend schools to learn the trade. Updating his prowess with the times.
He then fell in love with a young girl. In 86 years of existance he had never met anyone so lovely. He immediatly proposed to her and they were married. Two years after their marriage he caught her cheating on him. Enraged he killed her. He then moved through the streets one night later and there she was. He couldn't beleive it, she was standing on a corner, mocking him, whoring herself out. He grabbed a surgical knife and decided to dissect her to figure out how she lived, but to no avail. He stayed off the streets for a few nights. He decided to go back out, and there she was again. How had she survived? He was furious and wanted to find out how. He dissected her again, with similar results. Nights went by and several young women were murdered, dissected masterfully by someone who many thought to be a surgeon or a doctor.
Jacob thought that she was finally gone from his thoughts when he arrived in this city. He then started his courses again at SNU to update his medical knowledge. Then one night, he saw her again on the street corner and couldn't help himself. His eyes then spotted her several street corners down. His hands now covered in blood.