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« on: November 07, 2008, 04:32:17 AM »
Name: Jazz
Age [appearance]: 28
Age [actual]: 59
Gender: Male
Species: Cheshire Cat/Wolf Demon cross
Permissions Given in Reasonable Roleplay
Feeding - Yes
Siring - Yes
Injuring - Yes
Killing - No
Appearance
Hair: Jazz\'s hair is mostly black with only a few lighter, greyer spots. It\'s about mid-length for a boy, hitting just below his nose in the front but cut above the nape of his neck in the back, and just a little bit wild.
Eyes: Jazz\'s eyes are lazy, most of the time. A little larger than the human norm and definitely an odd colour, with their mix of bright blue and yellow, it\'s the slit pupils that really make them seem off - if anyone ever saw them. Usually, his eyes are obscured by sun glasses, a hat or just plain shadow.
Skin: Jazz\'s skin, where is shows, is a pale yellow-tan that speaks of Asian descent.
Fur: Jazz inherited fur from his Cheshire side and the ability to hide it from his demonic side. This has averaged out, in some ways - his fur is limited to the backs of his legs, the outside edge of his arms, the back of his neck, his ears and his tail, for the most part. His fur is a light grey with the barest hints of blue and with black, jagged, patternless stripes.
This is much more apparent when he takes his "true" form - it might have been his wolven form, were he fully demonic. In this, he is furred all over and has paws, but he can still speak. His muzzle becomes more pronounced and he gains the Cheshire ability to walk bipedal or quadrupedal, but he does not take on a true animal form. If anything, he looks like a kind of scruffy Cheshire Cat when he does this, since his fur is too long to look smooth.
Frame: Jazz is built on the slight side, but he\'s not so skinny as to look scrawny. He has more muscle than most Cheshires do, even. Still, he\'ll never look like a weight lifter. Maybe a gymnast, if he ever worked that hard.
Height: 5\'10\'\'
Weight: 144 lbs.
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: Jazz has a tail. It\'s longer than a wolf demon\'s but shorter than a Cheshire\'s, and the quality of fur is likewise intermediate. It\'s a little too long and fluffy for a feline, but not quite enough for a wolf. It\'s tipped black, with the hairs on that tip themselves tipped a bright eletric blue. It\'s a subtle thing, one that you have to be looking close to notice.
His ears, which are almost feline and almost wolven but not quite either, are also black. It\'s only the tips of his ears, though, that have the electric blue tipping on the hairs.
Other Visual Notes: Jazz\'s facial build is just a little bit off for a human. His "snout" is not as prominent as it would be, were he a true Cheshire, but neither is it fully humanoid. All in all, his features are a little too feline for him to look completely normal.
Jazz moves with a strange fluidity. It\'s actually because he has extra vertebrae, but no one would know that just by looking... so it\'s simply strange.
Usually Seen Wearing: Jazz\'s physical condition necessitates things like long-sleeved shirts and pants, more or less all the time. He likes tight fitting black turtlenecks that have thumb-holes in the sleeves, ensuring that his fur doesn\'t show. Black jeans suit him well on his bottom half, and he can tuck his tail in there if he wants to. He usually wears a hat of some sort as well, because he needs to keep his ears and eyes hidden. Sunglasses are also commonplace on him for much the same reason.
Usually Seen Holding: Saxophone case or shoulder bag, sometimes both. Jazz rarely leaves either lying around, though he supposes he could find them even if they got stolen. Still, better to keep them with him and avoid the trouble.
Personality: No one\'s business or not, Jazz is himself before anything else. He hasn\'t fit into his own life since he was born, but he\'s not letting that keep him from his own happiness. No, he\'s not quite in either world, but that\'s why we have words like "dreamer" and "eccentric." Jazz is both, or would be if he wasn\'t quite so pragmatic at the same time. It\'s the weird little mix, maybe, that makes him seem so odd.
Wicked, with a wicked sense of humor, Jazz lives for himself, heart and soul. He\'ll take anyone in, but throw them out just as fast if they turn out to be sicko\'s, jerks or thieves. Jazz isn\'t interested in rehabilitating anyone, but he\'s more than happy to help them live their lives. He lives by the golden rule of "do unto others," and it works out okay. There\'s always some dickwad who just doesn\'t get it, but Jazz is impossible to pin down anyway. The only thing he has that really matters is his sax, so it isn\'t like he\'s got much to steal.
Jazz is a lover, not a fighter, and he\'s big on the loving. He\'s never just fooling around with anyone, but he hasn\'t found anyone really good for him yet so he\'s still alone. But his love extends beyond that - it\'s almost as though he loves everything, regardless of what it is. He\'s infinitely more realistic than his father, but much softer than his mother, so while he doesn\'t name his cups he does treat them, and everything and everyone around him, with respect and dignity. He hates hurting or competing with people and he\'ll go out of his way to avoid it. Luckily for him, it\'s not that hard.
Not that he\'s above a joke. Jazz is the first one to laugh at himself or to find humor in any situation. Even the darkest things seem to hold some amusement in Jazz\'s two-tone eyes. He thinks it better to laugh than to cry, no matter the situation. Yes, he takes things seriously, but only as seriously as they need. He\'s not so callous as to make jokes about the recent death of someone\'s father, but he\'ll probably be thinking of them even while he comforts the bereaved.
Some might call Jazz a moody artist, but he would classify himself as merely sensitive. Other people\'s emotions can get to him, and when something big happens, he can get very emotional about it. If a law were passed forbidding children from attending recess, Jazz would be furious even though it had no bearing on him. Anything that seems so horribly unfair or cruel will get him worked up in one way or another.
Curiosity probably won\'t kill Jazz, but he\'s still bound by it. He likes to know why things happened and other people\'s secrets. Even if he won\'t demand them, if someone starts a story he hates for them to stop and proclaim the rest a "secret." Nor does he like it when he\'s not allowed in some building or another "for his own good." Boarded up buildings and the like fascinate him; he always wants to see what\'s inside. Not that he doesn\'t keep his own secrets. Jazz can be almost infuriatingly enigmatic, though he doesn\'t do it through the same verbal circles that Cheshires are known for. Ironically, he dislikes it when people get too nosy or pushy about his own life, even while he\'s trying to learn about theirs from them.
As someone who considers himself a kind of connoisseur of music, Jazz can get a little snobby about it. He hates it when people butcher music, and often has little patience for those who do a half-assed job with things. Even earnest beginners who are doing their best to improve often frustrate Jazz, who believes music should flow freely. When it doesn\'t, it bothers him. It feels like something of a travesty.
The odd thing, though, is that despite his musical snobbery, Jazz considers himself thoroughly average. To him, he\'s just playing music the way it was meant to be played and treating people how they ought to be treated and living life the way it ought to be lived. He sees nothing special in any of it, and he can come off as a little self-depreciating because of it. Jazz won\'t let anyone convince him otherwise, though - he\'s stubborn as a mule most of the time, and especially about his opinions.
Unsurprisingly for someone meant to have another half and born alone, Jazz feels as though his life is missing something. Or rather, he felt that way until he found music. When he\'s playing is when he feels the most whole, the most at peace with himself. It doesn\'t totally make up for the lack of his "twin," but it goes a long way towards helping. Jazz has just been looking for someone to fill the spot inside of him, but he knows it can\'t be just anyone. That\'s why he\'s still alone. He doesn\'t mind waiting, though. The best things are always worth waiting for, and in the meantime he has his music.
History: Jazz\'s mother was a wolf demon, his father a Cheshire Cat, and Jazz himself? An accident, and born without a twin. It wasn\'t rare for wolf demons, but his father was shocked. That his son would go through life so alone was unthinkable to him! How would Jazz survive? Not that it spelled disaster for the halfbreed\'s life. His mom took care of him just fine. For a while they even had a pack - not that it suited Jazz, who couldn\'t quite throw himself into the comraderie they all shared. He wanted his own time - alone time - and no one seemed to understand why.
His father was a part of his life, sort of. He\'d drop by often enough just to say hello. Jazz liked him, really, even if he was a little bit... strange. He remembers his mother and father fighting over where he got raised, and Jazz always guessed that his mother won since he was raised here. Jazz has only once been to Wonderland (to meet his half-brothers and -sisters), but it left an impression on him. He\'s been a dreamer ever since, and that was when he was just a little over 18.
Schooling never really happened formally for him. His mother and the pack taught him as best they could, but sending him to a real school was more or less out of the question. When you looked completely unnatural... you didn\'t go out much, especially as a kid. Whenever he did need to go out, his mom would dress him from head to toe in clothing to make sure no one saw his ears, eyes or tail. No one ever made him feel ashamed of them, but sometimes, Jazz couldn\'t help but wish he\'d been born all wolf demon. He wouldn\'t have to worry about hiding so much then.
One of the things that set him apart, aside from his race, was his love of music. He always swore, if he listened hard enough, he could hear it - that it spoke to him, or rather, sang to him. His mother thought he was a little crazy, but his father, when Jazz confessed to him, thought it seemed perfectly normal. That, perhaps, concerned his mother more. Anything a Cheshire Cat thought normal had to be really weird. Not that this bothered Jazz in the least. His mother had gone and named him after music; what had she expected, anyway? And so Jazz began to learn to play.
It was when he was 27 that he found the saxophone. It was sitting in the window of a junk store, and it captivated Jazz purely with the way it looked. It shone, but deeply - not the gaudy gold the "gangstas" wore, but something that made him think of attics and concrete. It was old, and battered, and cost what felt like a small fortune to him, but when he went home that night, it was with his sax.
His mother, of course, was furious with him for spending so much on an instrument. When she tried to take it from him, though, he disappeared - an infuriating ability of his, in her mind. Several hours later, the music started outside.
Jazz was on the roof, perched on the drainpipe and playing as though his life depended on it. It wasn\'t only his pack listening, either - windows opened up and down the street to hear it. When he finished and came down, his mother didn\'t say anything. Just smiled, rolled her eyes, and went to bed. To Jazz, that was good enough. It meant she wasn\'t going to try to take his music from him again.
Life continued simply for Jazz. His mother bothered him to get a job for the good of the pack, but Jazz didn\'t like the humdrum of normal life. Having a schedule, being beholden to someone else... It didn\'t suit him, deep in his bones. That was yet another thing only his father seemed to understand. Either way, Jazz left the pack not long after he was old enough to take care of himself. He called and wrote and otherwise kept in touch, but badly wanted his own freedom. That\'s why he ended up in this city.
Jazz has been here for about 20 years, now. No one has noticed his lack of aging because he doesn\'t interact with anyone regularly enough for that to happen. He lives on his own, on the streets, though he has abandoned places to go back to. For money, he plays his sax - usually at night, since he likes it best then and its easier to hide things like fur.
Through his life, he\'s been close to his mother, his father and some of his half-brothers and half-sisters on his father\'s side. He never had an easy time making friends with the wolf demon cubs since they just seemed to not understand one another. Also, it felt like all they ever wanted to do was wrestle, and Jazz wasn\'t a fan. It wasn\'t helped by the fact that they grew up faster than he did, either. Though he did have some love interests, it never felt right to him... and so he\'s been, for the most part, friendless. Not that this has bothered him. Jazz likes his life, and wouldn\'t trade it for anything.
Awareness of Supernaturals: Scant. You don\'t grow up a halfbreed like he did knowing nothing, but he hasn\'t exactly gone looking for them either. He knows they exist in theory, but hasn\'t met any that have also admitted to him what they are. So right now, it\'s more a vague belief than a knowledge.
Occupation/Job: Street performer. He plays the saxophone with a heart that would tears yours out.
Interesting Facts / Quirks: Jazz is techincally a smoker, though he never really inhales. Just lets it burn down to ask, giving off its own smoke the whole time. Not only does he like the image, but he likes to play with smoke.
His favourite places to live are high, abandoned places. Holes in the wall don\'t bother him, since he can always sleep fully furred, and full fur is better than a winter blanket.
Deep winter is his favourite time of year. He likes the way the cold bites and the snowflakes fall sparse.
Jazz cannot talk to dogs or wolves, as he supposedly should be able to. He kind of wonders, now, if the other cubs were teasing him about that one.
Hobby/Hobbies: Music would he his hobby, more than anything else. Aside from that, he loves urban exploration. Jazz goes off exploring weird places all the time, just for the kicks. And if he gets hurt, well, what are hospitals for?
Likes: Music, people, cold weather, snown, iceskating, deep gold, alone time, the subway, smoke, mirrors, laughter, donations, helping people, people who appreciate help, his saxophone, his family, stolen food, the colour black and exploration.
Dislikes: Unfairness, jerks, fighting, competition, poorly executed music, nosy people, the daylight hours (a little noisy for proper music most places), the rat race and being crowded.
Strength: Jazz is significantly faster than your average human, but only about as strong as someone a little more athletic than most. His teeth and fingernails are sharp and strong, and he\'s sure he could use them as weapons if ever he needed to. His tail balances him well, and he can see in the dark like a cat. His senses are also fairly acute, though not to any real extreme.
In addition to this, Jazz can take on a more bestial form in which he has the ability to walk (or run) on all fours. This is not nearly as extreme as that of a real wolf demon, and, honestly, makes him look more like a normal Cheshire Cat than anything else.
Most importantly is Jazz\'s ability to fade in and out of reality. He, like his father, can phase around if he wants to, even to the point of phasing only parts out or in.
Emotionally, Jazz is very strong and grounded. Some might call him sure of himself. He isn\'t the kind of person whose weak points you can pick at. He\'s got a good sense of things and knows when someone is trying to do that to him - and he doesn\'t appreciate it. It does make him hard to manipulate, though.
Weakness/Flaw: Jazz\'s ability to phase, his greatest asset, can only be used in about a 1 mile radius. That\'s as far as his sense of things, when he\'s a part of the great universal energy, goes. If he really wants to, he can phase to the edge of his radius and wait the hour or so it takes for him to "re-attune" to his new surroundings to the point that he has the one-mile radius back in place.
In addition to this, Jazz is not a fighter. He deplores fighting, and probably would not involve himself in one even to help someone else out. In this way, he can be rather selfish, and largely unwilling to defend himself physically. If it comes down to it, he would rather run, but he would also likely just give in to any demands someone who\'d captured him made. It\'s not that he\'s got a weak personality... just that he finds it preferable to war.
Jazz can be a slave to his instincts at times, from both his sides. Cheshire cats are already more animal than not, and wolf demons are known for their overpowering instinctual responses. Loud noises, sudden lights and snakes scare him, and it\'s often nearly impossible for him to ignore his bodily needs. This is most irritating with lust, as Jazz isn\'t interested in simply fooling around with people - but it can really try his self control at times.
Oh - and, of course, he has trouble hiding his nature. He hasn\'t yet found any of those fur-concealing charms, so he\'s still stuck with the old-fashioned way of doing things. Not that it\'s too big a deal to him... He just needs to be more careful than some.
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