Nov 11, 2018 18:20:37 GMT -6
jean atticus moren tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance jean heard it all before. how's the weather up there and how tall are you? he's six foot. though apart from his height his eyes draw a fair amount of attention. he has golden eyes. one is covered by an eye patch. his dark blue locks are long and his side bangs mostly fall over said eye patch. jean can always been seen in a suit and tie when addressing business. he tends to have a more casual wardrobe during his free time. dark jean, shirts and jackets are his go to. black ankle boots adorn his feet while he is dressed down. personality
abilities thermal resistance - natural - he is able to with stand any temperature without much difficulty. that includes frigid cold and heat. that isn't to say that he can move if he ever finds himself to be frozen. as a siren he need to be able to withstand the great heat emitted from lava and different bodies of water can enjoyed at different temperatures. siren song - intermediate - with a song he is able to summon or lure anyone who hears his songs to him. of course only those who are in range to hear his song will show up. if he's interrupted, messes up or stops singing the effects take a few seconds to wear off. sound manipulation - advanced - jean's able to create, shape and manipulate sound. he's been playing with it all his life. he's gotten good at mimicking other's peoples voices within less than a minute of hearing it. apart from being able to alter his voice, he's able to modify the intensity and pitch. illusion manipulation - advanced - he can create, shape and manipulate illusions. causing people to see, hear, touch, smell and taste things that do not actually exist. when an illusion is cast they perceive things differently. they experience things he creates. he's able to alter his surroundings and of course his looks. if at any point he becomes unconscious the illusion fades away. same applies if the person become aware. an illusion is more potent when it's in a small area, not an big open space outside. enhanced lung capacity - natural - he is able to to maintain an effective use of oxygen. meaning he can hold his breath for quite some time. especially essential when he's swimming underwater. that doesn't mean he doesn't need to come up for air. backstory his mother sure was surprised the day he arrived. it wasn't unusual for her to be with a partner less than a year. she was surely not expecting to be settling down so soon. especially at her age. she was still considered young. even after he was born the cycle never stopped. he was told he had a father, but who he was, that was a mystery. not of the men his mother dated were bad. he loved his mother very much despite her obvious flaws. he could put up with everything, but her lack of concern for him. especially when one of her boyfriends started picking on him. the guy was a real piece of work. he never understood why his mother kept him around for so long. jean had no problem telling men like him that he wasn't his father. he wasn't about to submit to some lowly piece of trash and he would let them know it too. he was not a pushover and he didn't care if his mother was there or not. he had gotten into a pretty bad argument with step-trash. he still couldn't believe it. she had married the one guy he hated with a passion. well to make a long story short. jean was fed up, there was clearly no way to make him understand. as he tried to walk away the guy pulled him back with a little to much force. being shoved against the wall, but he still moved away. he wasn't expecting to be sent backwards across the railing. he didn't say a word. not when he woke up and could only see out of one eye. not when he turned to see that there was no one by his side in the hospital room. the doctors explained a completely different version of what happened. he would play along for as long as he could. for as long as he needed before he could leave. he would take his time. making sure he was fully recovered, or as much as he could be with one eye. he knew from the moment that he woke up that he wasn't going to stay with them much longer. it wasn't hard from him to steal. he had been taking things from his mother and her partners for as long as he could remember. after all he was only looking out for himself. it was a warm spring day, he had just turned fourteen a couple of months ago. it was then and there that he decided it was time to go. he had no idea where he as going, he just knew he wasn't going to stay here with her anymore. if there was anything he had to thank his mother for it was his siren abilities. he knew he wouldn't of been able to survive as long without them. he moved way up along the cost. he made sure not to stay in one place for too long. he honestly didn't think his mother would search for him, but he always wanted to be careful the authorities didn't catch on to him. in order to survive, jean, to say the least developed his pick pocketing abilities. he always started out small. increasing his chances a bit as he went along. he loved a challenge. though he wasn't completely heartless. there were only certain people that he would take from. funny how he found himself being an odd robin hood type. he would take from the rich and give to the poor. mostly to other kids that he bumped into along the way. some of them started to stick around, but never for too long. it wasn't till he made his way up to lorsette. it was beginning to feel to easy doing things by himself. he wanted a bit more excitement. that he finally gave in and formed a group. he liked to think it sort of just came together by itself. some of the members were people he had met before. running into them in lorsette was definitively a welcomed surprise. he had been alone for so long it was rather odd to be with people that actually wanted him around. they didn't officially stick together till he was around sixteen years old. it had always been said to avoid being caught to only save yourself. there would be no hard feelings. after all he had only taken care of himself. these people knew what it was like being alone and taking care of themselves for the most part. the scarlet ghosts were like family. as dysfunctional as it could get. he liked to think they did care about each other or at least put up with each other's antics. whatever the case it worked for the group. it was just any other old night to jean. he had been scouting out a couple of houses by himself. there was no point in hitting a home if there was nothing good. he hated wasting time. things had been going pretty smoothly up until he noticed someone else was in the home. he hid in the shadows and stayed quiet. his mind trying to figure out who they were. it couldn't of been the homeowners, their vehicles were not home. he couldn't help, but smirk as he watched them. not sure if they were new at this or not. they seemed a bit shaky or maybe it was his imagination. whatever the case jean wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to have some fun. he pretended to be the homeowner. he had caught a glimpse of what they looked like through one of the many pictures they had on there wall. he had one advantage or so he hoped this other person didn't know what they sounded like. he managed to make him self appear like the women in the photo. he purposely knocked over things to draw attention to himself. feigning fear and confusion as he turned on the lights. it had seemed to work. he had managed to catch the culprit red handed. their reaction made him laugh, causing his illusion to fade away. he had been so wrapped up in trying to fool the kid that he hadn't noticed something trip the alarm. couldn't say he didn't like a challenge, especially when things didn't always go as planned. he wasn't sure why, but he hadn't on planned on leave the kid behind. eventually the two ran into each other once more and that was when jean offered dexter to join them. he wasn't sure why he was drawn to dexter. sure the boy was cute. jean was no stranger to flings. a habit he surely picked up from his mother. with dexter it was different. in the end he kept his feelings a secret. no need to ruin what they had with his stupid emotions. he couldn't help from feeling that sirens couldn't be happy with one person no matter how hard they tried. again his mother being the prime example. he later regretted keep his feelings a secret. wishing he would of acted on them. the what ifs were always the worst. if he would of been shot down he could of at least say he tried. though he had to admit just because he wasn't fessing up to his feelings didn't mean he wasn't a tad playful with the male. it was easy to hide, after all jean flirts with anyone. the ghosts were out for a bit of fun. everything seemed to be going according to dexter's plan. jean clearly wasn't all about plans. sure he scouted the areas to make sure they were at least safe, but he never went as far as to think of back up plans or the like. he was always the go with the flow type. besides if shit hit the fan everyone needed to haul ass and make a run for it. maybe it was destiny or bad luck. something went wrong and dexter was left behind. the police had surrounded the place faster than usual. he had thought dex had been right behind him. he had tried to go back for him, but it was too late. after that incident the group started to drift apart. he really didn't care what happened to them. eventually they all went their separate ways. jean was the first to leave. he packed his things, always packing light, since he was always on the move. he left without leaving a note or saying good bye. he figured everyone else would do the same. in the end even their family fell apart. jean kept doing what he did best. until eventually he ended up finding some valuable information. it just kind of fell into his lap. he had been hungry and his prey had been so forthcoming with the information. he really didn't care too much about the trs or the ap. he just wanted to survive and if he could benefit from it why the hell not. he grew tired of breaking into rich people's houses. it always remind him of dexter. the day, well the night they met and the night they departed. it was time to try something new. eventually he found his way back to lorsette. it's been a few years since he's talked to any ghosts. though he has wondered what has become of his little family. misc + loves sour candy, black coffee, rainy nights, sun bathing, passionate lovers, scary movies, - dislikes super sweet treats, being early, drunks, alcohol, rich snobs, being alone + has a love/hate relationship with his mother. which he hasn't seen for a few years now + doesn't like feeling super close to someone, makes him feel vulnerable. + love is for the weak, despite wanting to experience it, not that he's going to let anyone find that out. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME ames ☆ RP EXPERIENCE 10+ ☆ TIMEZONE eastern ☆ GENDER femme ☆ AGE 28 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS @danika Gideon Witts @rowan @tobi elysia wilts Elliott Fleming ☆ FACE CLAIM TOUKEN RANBU, shokudaikiri mitsutada ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO ames. 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