Post by zeek on Aug 11, 2005 10:07:01 GMT -5
Name: Zeek Jasper
Race: Jinn
Age: 97
Sign: Scorpio
Sex: Male
Eye Color: I'm Going to be original here and say... Red?
Hair Color: Pure White.
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 93lbs (OK i don't know what the ideal weight of someone 4'9" would be so if this makes him distorted please tell me ^.^)
Skin Tone: This Jinn as most has a built up a sort of natural tan. The texture and feel of his skin is smooth and fair despite slavery.
Nationality: Illiria
Physical Description:
Zeek shows the face of your standard Male Jinn in that it is boyish and quite attractive. The hair on his head falls every which way in the form of many thin braids. His bangs are just a little shorter then the rest of his hair. His muscles are what one might call well developed. In other words he has good tone. Slavery Does marvels for your figure. This Jinn dresses usually in a pair of black shorts which end a few inches below the knee. and a tank-top shirt. If you would look at him and you had never seen a Jinn before you would probably assume him to be around 15 years old when in reality he is roughly 6 and a half times as old being an immortal. His eyes are the deep red of any Jinn and are usually staring at the ground in front of his feet rather then ahead into the world ahead of him. Old habits die hard. Just because he has some muscle is not to imply that he can fight. He would probably get his but kicked by any human a sixth of his own age.
Notable Scars, Tattoos, Markings/Features: Zeek has a couple of tattoos. One on the back of his neck showing an ancient symbol which not even he has yet deciphered. Sometimes he forgets its there because it was put there as a child. The symbol is about the size of a quarter. Another is in the appearance of two enter-twining lines forming a circle around his right arm below the shoulder. Being basically well behaved around who refereed to themselves as his superiors he has only one scar leading diagonally across his back from his right elbow to his left buttock. This scar is very thin but still visible.
Skills:
Specific Power(s):
Mesmerize: To his relief he has developed this skill to a decent level. Not that he finds the opportunity to use it all of the time but it has gotten him a meal or two.
Charm: He has shown no hint of developing this ability yet.
Hypnotize: He has no proof of having developed this ability yet, further information in history.
Weapon(s): A Flute?
Special Equipment: He carries a flute with him wherever he goes.. Since he has no specific pouch or anything for it, he holds it in hand at all times.
Personality:
Complicated. Zeek is not in the least bit of the word evil in any way shape or form. Perhaps a little misguided at times. He is often getting in trouble for steeling, particularly food. Having little to no business skills he has a hard time holding on to money, thus his life of crime. If Zeek is rude to someone it is probably a side effect of having been enslaved most of his life. You would probably be a bit cranky too yes? But all in all Zeek is good at heart.
History:
Zeek was one of the many unfortunate Jinn to be born into slavery. Growing up he always wondered why and how for he was not there at the time of the great dispute between his own heritage and that of the harpies. Never-the-less he did his work for the humans as he was asked and hardly ever got in trouble. Still he was treated like a cow just as the other Jinn were.
It had been a horrible year for the slave owners fields. Farmers as they were their personal funds depended on the slaves doing their work for them. Try as they might their hard work was in vein for the weather that year had no mercy what so ever on their crops.
Aggravated at this, Some of the farmers took it upon them selfs to punish the slaves for not bringing them in a marvelous crop as they had in the previous years. Zeek didn't hear much of the farmers as he was still Young compared to the rest of his limited family but he happened to be in the field close by when it was his mother that was being "disciplined". Zeek did not hear much of what the farmer was saying except for the words Lazy, Sabotage, and the killer, Bitch.
Shortly following the word Bitch Zeek heard the unmistakable sound of a whip cracking, followed by a ear-shattering scream. At that point Zeek blacked out. The next thing he knew was that he was standing over two bloody bodies. One was his mother, the other was a human. In his hands he clenched the wooden shaft of a shovel. Blood was smeared across the blade of the shovel.
Zeek quickly dropped the shovel and backed off. He ran. He hadn't even gotten three meters when he could hear other humans in pursuit of him. the dim crimson light of tourches shone every which way looking for him. Despite the fact that he was out numbered and chances of escape seemed impossible he continued to run. He ran into the next morning. Strength he never even knew he had came about. Just when he thought he would make it a sharp pain ran through his back. Zeek fell to the ground and managed to get a look at his attackers. Two large men. One holding a whip, the other an old fashioned rifle.
Zeek stared at the man with the rifle. Insane thoughts flew through his mind as he stared into the eyes of death. Most of them involving him obtaining the rifle but he remained paralyzed. His eyes remained fixed on those of his attacker.
Even to this day he can not figure out exactly what happened. As he lost himself in thought he heard an ear shattering noise. Upon loosing focus on the man with the gun he managed to get a glimpse of his other attacker falling to the ground, blood everywhere. Zeek got to his feet. The other man just stood still as a statue, as if his soul had been ripped out. Zeek ran.
Eventually he managed to find his way to another city, free of slavery. To this day he fears humans, always assuming that they will force him back into slavery.
Anything Else:
Zeek's talents fall in the area of music. He is quite gifted with wood wind instruments and his instrument of choice is the Flute. He also has quite a good singing voice.
-Disclaimer- ALthough the story hints of hypnotism, Zeek is not skilled in the area. it was a moment of desperation and a life threatening situation and he definatly couldnt do it on will. Nor do i intend to put him in such situations. I've taken a vow of abstinence when it comes to power... i nead to lern my lesson.
Race: Jinn
Age: 97
Sign: Scorpio
Sex: Male
Eye Color: I'm Going to be original here and say... Red?
Hair Color: Pure White.
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 93lbs (OK i don't know what the ideal weight of someone 4'9" would be so if this makes him distorted please tell me ^.^)
Skin Tone: This Jinn as most has a built up a sort of natural tan. The texture and feel of his skin is smooth and fair despite slavery.
Nationality: Illiria
Physical Description:
Zeek shows the face of your standard Male Jinn in that it is boyish and quite attractive. The hair on his head falls every which way in the form of many thin braids. His bangs are just a little shorter then the rest of his hair. His muscles are what one might call well developed. In other words he has good tone. Slavery Does marvels for your figure. This Jinn dresses usually in a pair of black shorts which end a few inches below the knee. and a tank-top shirt. If you would look at him and you had never seen a Jinn before you would probably assume him to be around 15 years old when in reality he is roughly 6 and a half times as old being an immortal. His eyes are the deep red of any Jinn and are usually staring at the ground in front of his feet rather then ahead into the world ahead of him. Old habits die hard. Just because he has some muscle is not to imply that he can fight. He would probably get his but kicked by any human a sixth of his own age.
Notable Scars, Tattoos, Markings/Features: Zeek has a couple of tattoos. One on the back of his neck showing an ancient symbol which not even he has yet deciphered. Sometimes he forgets its there because it was put there as a child. The symbol is about the size of a quarter. Another is in the appearance of two enter-twining lines forming a circle around his right arm below the shoulder. Being basically well behaved around who refereed to themselves as his superiors he has only one scar leading diagonally across his back from his right elbow to his left buttock. This scar is very thin but still visible.
Skills:
Specific Power(s):
Mesmerize: To his relief he has developed this skill to a decent level. Not that he finds the opportunity to use it all of the time but it has gotten him a meal or two.
Charm: He has shown no hint of developing this ability yet.
Hypnotize: He has no proof of having developed this ability yet, further information in history.
Weapon(s): A Flute?
Special Equipment: He carries a flute with him wherever he goes.. Since he has no specific pouch or anything for it, he holds it in hand at all times.
Personality:
Complicated. Zeek is not in the least bit of the word evil in any way shape or form. Perhaps a little misguided at times. He is often getting in trouble for steeling, particularly food. Having little to no business skills he has a hard time holding on to money, thus his life of crime. If Zeek is rude to someone it is probably a side effect of having been enslaved most of his life. You would probably be a bit cranky too yes? But all in all Zeek is good at heart.
History:
Zeek was one of the many unfortunate Jinn to be born into slavery. Growing up he always wondered why and how for he was not there at the time of the great dispute between his own heritage and that of the harpies. Never-the-less he did his work for the humans as he was asked and hardly ever got in trouble. Still he was treated like a cow just as the other Jinn were.
It had been a horrible year for the slave owners fields. Farmers as they were their personal funds depended on the slaves doing their work for them. Try as they might their hard work was in vein for the weather that year had no mercy what so ever on their crops.
Aggravated at this, Some of the farmers took it upon them selfs to punish the slaves for not bringing them in a marvelous crop as they had in the previous years. Zeek didn't hear much of the farmers as he was still Young compared to the rest of his limited family but he happened to be in the field close by when it was his mother that was being "disciplined". Zeek did not hear much of what the farmer was saying except for the words Lazy, Sabotage, and the killer, Bitch.
Shortly following the word Bitch Zeek heard the unmistakable sound of a whip cracking, followed by a ear-shattering scream. At that point Zeek blacked out. The next thing he knew was that he was standing over two bloody bodies. One was his mother, the other was a human. In his hands he clenched the wooden shaft of a shovel. Blood was smeared across the blade of the shovel.
Zeek quickly dropped the shovel and backed off. He ran. He hadn't even gotten three meters when he could hear other humans in pursuit of him. the dim crimson light of tourches shone every which way looking for him. Despite the fact that he was out numbered and chances of escape seemed impossible he continued to run. He ran into the next morning. Strength he never even knew he had came about. Just when he thought he would make it a sharp pain ran through his back. Zeek fell to the ground and managed to get a look at his attackers. Two large men. One holding a whip, the other an old fashioned rifle.
Zeek stared at the man with the rifle. Insane thoughts flew through his mind as he stared into the eyes of death. Most of them involving him obtaining the rifle but he remained paralyzed. His eyes remained fixed on those of his attacker.
Even to this day he can not figure out exactly what happened. As he lost himself in thought he heard an ear shattering noise. Upon loosing focus on the man with the gun he managed to get a glimpse of his other attacker falling to the ground, blood everywhere. Zeek got to his feet. The other man just stood still as a statue, as if his soul had been ripped out. Zeek ran.
Eventually he managed to find his way to another city, free of slavery. To this day he fears humans, always assuming that they will force him back into slavery.
Anything Else:
Zeek's talents fall in the area of music. He is quite gifted with wood wind instruments and his instrument of choice is the Flute. He also has quite a good singing voice.
-Disclaimer- ALthough the story hints of hypnotism, Zeek is not skilled in the area. it was a moment of desperation and a life threatening situation and he definatly couldnt do it on will. Nor do i intend to put him in such situations. I've taken a vow of abstinence when it comes to power... i nead to lern my lesson.
