Post by Jacobus Böhm on Nov 22, 2016 1:22:54 GMT
Jacobus Böhm
Stefanos Milatos
29 Male Demon Drug Dealer Bi ; Single |
Personality
He's Garrulous. Jac's hard to keep quiet. His chatter can be ceaseless as long as he's in the limelight; and if he’s not in the limelight, well, he’ll fight to be in it. He wants you to listen to him and will talk about anything to merit your attention.
He's Quizzical. Jac carelessly pokes at sensitivities just for the hell of it. He wants to see just how far he can go before a desired response is elicited, salting wounds and feeding his selfish curiosity without care. He's perceptive and can pick up on a lot of subtle clues about someone, but how he uses these clues is reliant on just how much control he feels like he has over said person. He likes knowing about people as the more he knows the more comfortable he is. Control is his shoulder angel.
He's Obsessive. Whether it's alcohol, drugs, women, men... he’s neurotic. Everything can be escalated to an unreasonable degree. With an addictive personality comes numerous addictions—namely sex and opiates. Getting his fix takes priority over everything else in his life.
He's Tetchy. Notwithstanding the fact that his outer shell seems impenetrable, he’s a fragile creature. Brittle rather than pliable, he’s more known to break than bend when things aren’t going his way. He’s easily upset by trivial matters, especially things he intentionally tries to keep from wandering eyes. His scars, his family, his sick desires, his morbid tastes... he’ll snap at anyone who seems to pry.
He's Depraved. His body will vibrate from lack of motion and twitch and stir until an explosive release of energy will send him on the fritz. He has to stay moving, has to stay vigorously accelerated. He constantly wants what his body needs—or what it thinks it needs. More drugs, more sex, more liquors and deals and spreading whatever corruption he can. He isn’t happy unless there’s a cigarette in his hand, an oxy crushed in his vodka, heroine in a syringe, and literally anyone in his bed.
He's Quizzical. Jac carelessly pokes at sensitivities just for the hell of it. He wants to see just how far he can go before a desired response is elicited, salting wounds and feeding his selfish curiosity without care. He's perceptive and can pick up on a lot of subtle clues about someone, but how he uses these clues is reliant on just how much control he feels like he has over said person. He likes knowing about people as the more he knows the more comfortable he is. Control is his shoulder angel.
He's Obsessive. Whether it's alcohol, drugs, women, men... he’s neurotic. Everything can be escalated to an unreasonable degree. With an addictive personality comes numerous addictions—namely sex and opiates. Getting his fix takes priority over everything else in his life.
He's Tetchy. Notwithstanding the fact that his outer shell seems impenetrable, he’s a fragile creature. Brittle rather than pliable, he’s more known to break than bend when things aren’t going his way. He’s easily upset by trivial matters, especially things he intentionally tries to keep from wandering eyes. His scars, his family, his sick desires, his morbid tastes... he’ll snap at anyone who seems to pry.
He's Depraved. His body will vibrate from lack of motion and twitch and stir until an explosive release of energy will send him on the fritz. He has to stay moving, has to stay vigorously accelerated. He constantly wants what his body needs—or what it thinks it needs. More drugs, more sex, more liquors and deals and spreading whatever corruption he can. He isn’t happy unless there’s a cigarette in his hand, an oxy crushed in his vodka, heroine in a syringe, and literally anyone in his bed.
History
Family Members:
- Tobias Böhm : Father, deceased.
- Abigail Böhm : Mother, unknown.
- Viktor Böhm : Brother, deceased.
When daddy wanted more and the world was only giving less, a desperate man made a desperate deal. This is where Jac came from—his body nothing but a stolen vessel seized before the true Jacobus could even be born. Tobias had deep roots in drug trafficking, his sons soon following suit as playfully riding bikes turned into drug deliveries on wheels. No one questioned children—it was flawless, ingenious, a true moment of pride for a deplorable human being. But it didn’t last. Age followed both boys, and as teenagers things weren’t as carefree as they used to be. Suddenly the stakes were much, much higher. It cost Viktor his life; it almost cost Jac his. He walked away with a ribcage full of lead and a new clarity about life, his life. But most importantly, he was still living.
The apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree—even though Jac was no apple at all—and when Tobias’ time passed, Jac’s began with fervor breathing molten silver across a rusted business. It started small, started with his father’s image as a stepping stone; but once he had his feet firmly planted it exploded. Suddenly Jac Bomb was real and his face synonymous with tumult. His connections could get you whatever you wanted whenever you wanted, at the right price of course. It made him greedy. Jac relished in this newfound power; but, his welcome was overstayed. Just as quickly as he rose to dominance, Jac came tumbling right back down.
Valhaven is Jac’s redemption. He’s rebuilding his empire day by day, growing new roots and spreading Jac Bomb as far as he feasibly can. This is the essence of his acerbic tendencies. He had tasted the ambrosia dripping from the gods above, but down in the swill with everyone else the demon is anything but content. He’s climbing back up and isn’t afraid of who he steps on—or kills—on his way back to Valhalla.
About the Player
Alias: Krank
Age: 23
Timezone: Eastern
Anything Else: Green is the most creative color.
Other character(s): None atm
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