Post by Jason on Feb 8, 2021 0:30:00 GMT -5
Full Name: Jason Riggs
Nickname/Alias: Jace, J, Jay, Ranger, lion, Mufasa (just by his little sister)
Age/Date Of Birth: 1994 (26)
Race: Human psychic
Occupation: Park Ranger at the Rocky Mountains.
Species Group: Psychic
Play-By: Kivanc Tatlitug
Abilities
The power to receive and/or transmit information mentally. Users of this power are often called Telepaths or Mind Readers.
Jason is able to read people's minds however he can get overwhelmed if there's too many people around while he's using his power, and he cannot transmit his own thoughts into other people's mind.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Outdoor sports (rock climbing, trekking and rafting mostly, but he likes enjoying nature while working out in general)
❤ Nature
❤ Cooking
❤ Italian food
❤ Diet Coke
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Big cities
✗ Being questioned when it comes to his skills or authority
✗ Betrayal
✗ Being mistaken
✗ Most sea food
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ He's scared of being heartbroken again.
☬ Failure.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To find a place where he belongs, meet someone and live a calm, quiet life.
Personality: Jason is an ambitious man, he has great plans for his life, and courageously goes after what he wants in a self-confident and determined manner. He's a natural leader who's good-natured, generous, loyal, big-hearted, and well-liked by everyone. But at the same time, the man can be prone to jealousy and possessiveness, not liking it when something or someone belonging to him is eyed by anyone else.
He has a very outgoing and laid back personality unless he's working. Jason enjoys being a free spirit, he practices hiking, escalating, rafting and parachuting because, in a way it makes him feel like he's in control, while at the same time letting him enjoy nature, which is what he loves the most about his job. He has an unhealthy addiction to caffeine, often found drinking diet coke all day long, and also smokes cigarettes occasionally; without these things, he can sometimes be a little grumpy.
There’s a lot of things he dislikes, and they can make him act petty and spiteful, but more than anything else it’s being treated as if he was less than someone else, or to have his authority questioned. Jason might not be high up in the ladder when it comes to ranks, but he knows what he’s doing and will try his best to keep injustice from happening, hating it when someone gets away with it. He despises arrogant people even if he can be a little arrogant himself sometimes.
Traits
✧ Courageous
✧ Loyal
✧ Big-hearted
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Reckless
✦ Impulsive
✦ Stubborn
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Parents: Jessica and Jason Riggs
Siblings: Two younger siblings. Matthew (21) and Denisse (16)
Other Family: Cousins, aunts, uncles and the like, no one he's too close to.
Important Others: His ex wife, she is gone but is still important to him deep down.
History: Jason was always a special child. He is the older of three siblings (Matthew, 24 and Denisse, 19). He was born in Austin, Texas. Since he can remember, he was able to hear things that other people couldn't; at first, when he was too young to understand, he thought that what he was hearing was people around him talking and would often answer to those words only to get odd reactions and sometimes even anger coming his way. With the years, Jay realized that those words? They were thoughts, things he wasn't supposed to hear. He never told his parents, or anyone other than his two siblings, who thought that his ability was like a superpower, but kept it hidden since that was what their big brother asked.
He always dreamed of being a law enforcement officer. For the longest time, Jace wanted to be a part of the Texas Rangers—thinking also that his abilities would help him solve a lot of crimes just by being able to read people's minds—, but ended up deciding to move away from home after repeated fights with his parents, who wanted him to go to college and become a lawyer like his father was. Not wanting to become a part of the family business, he moved to Wyoming, where he ended up going to the Park Ranger Law Enforcement Academy before he became part of the National Park Service, joining the force as a Ranger. He has been working there at the Rocky Mountains, living in an apartment in Casper when he’s not out there doing his job.
Not too long after he moved, he met Alice. They dated for a few months in which the black-haired woman became Jason’s heart; he was so in love with her that the man would’ve done anything for her. They got married and to him those were the best days of his life, until one day Alice disappeared, leaving behind a note telling him that she was done with him and never wanted to hear from him again. Jay tried calling to no avail, and it took him months before he could even start moving on; now he lives his life almost like some hermit, trying not to get close to people and barely even calling his siblings to check on them from time to time; he is scared of getting hurt like that again, and won’t let the world see his weaknesses if he can help it.
Alias: Thea
How did you find us?: Disboard
Experience: 13 years, more or less.
Other Characters: Becca, Amber, Odette, JT, Cas, Janet.
RP Sample: The night was cold, colder than it should have been in the middle of summer even for New Orleans and its dense fog. It was a thing, the weather acting weird whenever the witches were at it and Thea knew that all too well, remembering how things were back when she was a kid. Back then she didn’t understand it, though, and the fact that her mother had decided not to take part of the coven made her even more of a stranger to the magic within her blood. But now? Now that her childhood was part of her past and after her parents got killed by the witches because of the very same reason that had made her a normal human being, unbeknown of her family’s roots… now she was back to get rid of them all. And it was cold, so cold that the air chilled her bones and made her shake; or maybe the shaking was due to the anticipation and the fear of what the blonde was about to face. She wasn’t an expert after all: only a twenty years old girl with a mission and the will to go through with it: kill the witches, kill them all.
So she walked down the street towards the Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 where she knew the coven would be, the fog keeping her eyes from what was more than a couple steps ahead and the click-clacking of her boots the only sound as they hit the concrete of the road. No cars, no people, no animals. Black magic has that effect, you know? Keeping everything away when it’s acting and killing anything that tries to stand on its way. But the huntress was prepared. She’d gotten a very old gun, said to be forged in Hell itself and supposedly, it would kill any witch or monster or demon without a chance of them ever coming back. The Godkiller. So while walking, the young woman thought about how she’d gotten where she was: the way her aunt Patrice had tried to convince Allison —Thea’s little sister— to become a dark witch, a part of the New Orleans coven, how it had resulted in both sisters not talking to each other for over a year despite the elder Rogers’ attempts to fix things, to keep her baby sister from turning into such a pitiful, disgusting thing until there was no choice left but to kill every single witch in the coven. Her own family, her blood. But she was a hunter of the supernatural and killing things like the ones she was about to face? It was her duty. If only she’d been doing it for more than a couple months now…
But now she walked, her attempts to keep her mind from veering into memory lane and anxiety from spiking into higher and higher levels failing miserably… it had been too long since the last time she’d been in the city and the huntress never thought she’d come back, even less to kill the witches that she so desperately wanted to ignore and forget. And as her brain wandered and her thoughts became more and more erratic, the white, thick walls of Saint Louis No. 1 became visible little by little, the black gates opened as if inviting her in and the fog coming out of them almost as if it was coming from inside of it. Maybe it was, she was about to find out. Stopping to check the M1911 that was tucked at the small of her back with the bullets created especially to kill witches and then wrapping her hand around the belt that carried the holster that kept the Godkiller safe, Thea’s blue-green eyes finally glanced up to read the plaque with the cemetery’s name on it. Just a moment, one moment to decide whether she could do this or not, whether she could take on a dozen unnaturally powerful witches all by herself only driven by the anger and resentment, the pain they’d caused. Questioning herself, she breathed in deeply, frowned and cleared her throat as if trying to get rid of the feeling of a lump in there and finally, she took a step forward.
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