FITZROY, Jack VIncent

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JACK VINCENT FITZROY

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AFTER THIRTY TWO YEARS OF HIDING THE TRUTH,
THIS DEMON CAN'T HELP THE GUILT[/color][/font]

Who told you about cause and effect
Who told you about a heart that can forget
Who told you about fortune and fame
Who told you that the evil has got no name



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AND DRAW OURSELVES OUT OF HERE
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the basics[/center][/font]

FULL NAME[/b]
Jack Vincent Fitzroy

NICKNAMES[/b]
Jack, Jack-Ass [and all other names one can think of with Jack in it], Master.

AGE[/b]
32, seems about 25.

BIRTHDAY[/b]
January 6.

RACE[/b]
Demon

OCCUPATION[/b]
Leader of Demons and Devils on Earth

SEXUALITY[/b]
Bisexual
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THIS SHIPWRECK SET-SAIL [/b][/size]
TONIGHT THEY'LL HELP TO FIND A WAY
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the appearance[/center][/font]

EYE DETAILS[/b]
Very light blue, almost grey, though, now when he's pissed off they can go black.

HAIR DETAILS[/b]
Deep brown, almost black, now kept eternally short.

HEIGHT[/b]
5'10 3/4.

WEIGHT[/b]
150 pounds

BUILD[/b]
Lean and toned. He seems weak until you try and hit him.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES[/b]
The scar on his cheek. gives him character [he says], or else he would have already erased it.

PLAY-BY[/b]
Gaspard Ulliel
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WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE[/b][/size]
WORDS CAN BREATHE MORE LIFE THAN DEATH
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the personality[/center][/font]

POWERS[/b]
Technomorphing - the ability to bend and shape anything he wishes
The ability to move through mist and shadows
The ability to lure people in with the taste of [believe it or not] his blood.
Immortal.

STRENGTHS[/b]
Nikolaas
His blood
His Army
Azazael's trust in him
Musician
Photographic Memory

WEAKNESSES[/b]
Michael
Tanner [in a manner]
His son
Zombies [much to his dislike]
Audrea

OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]

Jack is an interesting character, or as some say, creepy, but alluring. People are drawn to him, but they don't know why. He doesn't either. People seem to want him to trust them, no matter how much he hides himself away. But, oh well, where that used to annoy him, he now can use it to his advantage. He tries to never get angry. It's a particular thing he hates about himself, for he loses his precious control when he's angry. When one is not angry, he can think straight, and that is how Jack lives. If he does get angry, he takes it out on the next thing who is willing, usually a prisoner, or, if he just whishes to calm himself, Michael.

Unless, of course, this thing were to be someone he cared about. If someone hurts someone he cares about, they will be gone, taken care of, before the day is out in anyway Jack sees fit. That is how things are done. Now, he can also be rather cunning. He knows what he wants, and he usually can find ways to get it. It's usually not hard, for him anyway. If there is a particular girl he wants [for example], he will treat her well until he gets her. If he wants money (which he usually doesn't), he will usually find a way to blackmail or con his way into getting it. If he wants the resistance to fall, well, hell damn them he will make them fall.

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THE INNER SENSE OF PEOPLE[/b][/size]
TOUCHING ON SECRETS, LETTING DOWN HAIR
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PARENTS[/b]
Vincent and Mary Fitzroy - deceased

SIBLINGS[/b]
None

CHILDREN[/b]
Nikolaas Grimiore Zeesmeisje-Fitzroy

SIGNIFICANT OTHER[/b]
Audrea Zeesmeisje - The mother of his child, about it.

NATIONALITY[/b]
French

HOMETOWN[/b]
Paris, France

CURRENT RESIDENCE[/b]
In the highest circles of hell, of course.

OVERALL HISTORY[/b]

To understand Jack’s beginning, one must understand what happened before he was born. I am not writing this to bore you, gentle readers, for it shouldn’t. The story of Jack’s life ‘till he arrives in Secere has almost next to nothing to do with him. It has to do with his father: Vincent Fitzroy, a man who just lost both his parents and inherited the money and estate people only can dream of; and his mother: Mary Hurst, an English girl from a not so well to do family, disowned and wandering the world on her own.

They met at a car show, oddly enough. A rich guy and a wanding girl meet at an antique, million-dollar car show. Kind of an odd coincidence, but the two hit it off completely, and within a few monthes, they were married. They both loved same things: Cars, yachts, etc. It was what brought them together. They brought Jack into the world shortly after. Due to difficulties at birth, Jack was the only one the two would have together. Jack’s birth was to hard on Mary’s body, and she was told that she would be having no more children in her lifetime.

This put a sort of strain on things. Both Mary and Vincent had wanted a huge family, lots of children to fill a large, empty house. Mary had envisioned toys littering the now empty lawn. The younger children playing while the elder kids lounged in the pool or playing tennis. But that was not to be. Mary’s dream was ruined, and she lost a love for everything, and tried to hard to raise her child. She wanted this one so deeply now, seeing as this was the only child she ever would have. She wanted him to be perfect. Thus, she spent every waking hour with her son. Jack has many fond memories of her.

Vincent took it quite differently. For the last little while he had had Mary all to himself, at least half of the time. Now all Mary thought of was their one child. Even slept in a different room. She refused to let him get a nanny for him, and when he was a little older, a tutor. She wanted to do everything with him herself. It was then that Vincent and Mary started to split apart. They argued readily, and never saw eye to eye on anything anymore. Vincent started to secretly have affairs, and Mary disappeared from most of the outside world’s knowledge. Where had Vincent Fitzroy’s wife gone? Who are all these new girls? Where’s the baby?

When Jack was five, everything blew out of proportion. Vincent appeared home, drunk, one evening to find his wife sitting arms crossed by the fire. Ten magazines lay at her feet. You see, at first Vincent was careful not to get caught by the paparazzi with his new women. His wife never went out, so he didn’t have to worry about Gossip. Any rumors that came up in the papers before were easy to cover up. He could just be talking to a woman and everybody would assume affair. Those times, Mary bought it. So, he became a bit more careless, sure his wife would never figure it out.

Mary, one night, about ten months ago, decided it was high time she went and stayed with her husband. She could have done it a little while ago, but she wanted to make sure her little angel would be safe and well when he was sleeping. She had crept up to their room, and had opened the door a crack, to find the lights on, and found her husband in a heated conversation over the phone with someone. She recognized what he was calling whoever it was on the phone. It was exactly what he used to call her before she had Jack.

Mary closed the door quietly and ran to her room, where she cried for hours. She stood awake all night staring at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with her. She looked the same as before. She was still pretty, wasn’t she? What was so wrong with her that Vincent couldn’t stand to be with her and wanted another? Questions, accusations and tears swam through her head as she tried to understand what to do. She tried to reassure herself many a time, to say he was suddenly taking an interest in theatre, or had to smooze some woman over a business deal, but she couldn’t be sure.

At around 7 in the morning, Jack woke up, and lazily went to his mother’s room, wondering what they were going to do today. He found her on the computer, searching the internet, and printing things off. “What are you doing mama?” He asked. She turned around to face her son. Bags were under her eyes, and it looked as if she would be sleeping the rest of the day away. “Come love,” she said. “we’re going to practice your characters today.” Jack and Mary spent the rest of the day filling out hundreds of subscriptions.

And finally, 10 months later, Mary sat before her husband with ten select magazines all opened to a certain spot. Pictured of him and one other woman riddled the pages every time. It had taken her months to go through all the magazines that poured into her house, and she used many of them to teach Jack how to read and write. She told him in an angry tone to start from the beginning, to explain himself. And thus, thier household finally fell apart.

Jack was woken up that night to the two screaming at each other in his room, his father pointing at him, while his mother standing near him as if to protect him. His father had beat his mother in front of him, and had told him that if he stepped out of line like his mother did, he would beat him too. Jack, an already responsible boy, waited until he left before he climbed into his mothers lap and wiped away for blood and tears with her bed sheets. Their maid Elena came in not too long after and took Mary to a nice hot bath. Jack never left her side, and helped Elena care for her.

Things were silent for a long while in their house. Jack and Mary took care of each other, Mary showing him the things she knew about cars, and other vehicles, as well as many aspects of the wizarding world. She was ultimately impressed with how Jack had taken care of her almost immediately after she was hurt by his father, and deemed him ready to learn such things.

Illegally so, Jack knew how to fly by the time he was seven. Pilot a boat and a helicopter by the time he was ten, and was learning how to drive when he was eleven. It was the summer of his 16th school year that Mary had come running down the steps of their home to the back yard and had thrown a letter up into the air for Jack (rock climbing) to read. In an effot to catch it, Jack had to let go if his equipment to catch it, and unfortunatly, his equipment broke. Of course, Jack started to panic, and tried to think of ways to save himself, when one of his arm bands scraped a rock and held. Gave him quite the whiplash for his shoulder, but they were surprised to find that his armband had latched itself to the rock. It took three people to get him down, and then he had to be rushed to the hospitol to get his arm snapped back.

He had some arm scrapes and other such things on his body, and he learned he was a mutant by fixing those scrapes just by thinking about them healing. He knew he had to keep it hidden, for at that time, mutants were hated. He told his mother that he had to leave to keep her safe, and then left the safety of his home. He wandered with the financing of his mother constantly at his back. For seven years he wandered, living with the Morlocks and their leader the famed half alien, Leech, and many other Mutant groups, until finally, he came to a place called Hevanna, where a friend named Willow lured him into the idea of starting a mutant band, he as the bass player, her as the drums. They were able to find Shirley, a talented singer, and Joey, a guitarist with the best fingers they'd ever seen, and soon, they had regular gigs at a mutant club called the Rock.

A year after this, is when things started to change, and events took Jack slowly into hell. Now, where Jack was originally, straight as a board, a man named Tanner Grimley somehow managed to bend his way around that, not only turning Jack near completely gay, but making Jack eventually fall hopelessly in love with him, though he would never admit it for fear of loosing Tanner, who was kind of a bit of a loose canon. And Jack always thought that the only reason he was able to keep Tanner so long was that he didn't cling to him. The only thing in Tanner's life that Jack ever interfered with was his life. Jack refused quite blatantly to let Tanner kill himself.

Eventually, things took a turn for the worst... Jack met Aubrey, a doctor, who sometimes damn near gave his life to save others. A noble man in Jack's eyes at the time. Aubrey drained his blood to free Craven and Tanner from Azazael's, a demon, blood hold. He nearly died, and Jack was the one to notice it. He didn't do this saving of Aubrey's life just for Aubrey, but also for Tanner, who seemed to be close to him, and for a man named Grimiore, a frenchman like himself, who was quite in love with Aubrey himself. Whoever he did it for, Jack did save Aubrey's life, and it was in that moment when Aubrey made a slight word slip up that it became clear to Jack that Tanner and Aubrey loved each other. Always had, always would be. He backed away from the two, and had to think things over. Grimiore saw this as well.

Now, to go on a bit of a side story, Grimiore [nick named Grim] was a half demon. His father was Belial, a very powerful demon, and Grim's past was riddled with pain and suffering, mainly from women, oddly enough. Grim hated all women because of this, and called them things such as "breast infested" and "la hated femme!". Seems amusing at first, but then you realize he's actually quite serious. Now, Grim had put the sex-crazed Aubrey through a bit of a test of love, per say, making Aubrey wait at least a week before Grim would bed him at all. There was love there, as Aubrey did pass the test, but after the incident where Jack had saved Aubrey's life, where Grim had been hiding in the shadows watching, something in Grim snapped, and he couldn't take it anymore. He smashed his guitar, which he had fondly named Aubrey, and put Aubrey at a level next to that of "le femme" in his mind. Then he contacted his father, and bargained away the one thing most people don't dare. His sex-drive, and his sex organs. He didn't even really feel the emotions involved in them.

Anyway, now that that has been told, Jack had the chance to meet a psychic. And not one of those goofy side show psychics, and actual psychic. She had came with Leech [who in way came to visit and do buisness with some particular people] and wanted to see Jack, whom she had heard stories about. Upon thier meeting and shaking of hands, the psychics eyes widened, and moved her hands so that the hand shake turned more into a palm reading, as to which after she looked up at him quiet sadly and told him his life line was very, very short. Jack didn't know how, but it was just how she said it that made him sure he wasn't living much longer, and not only was Jack questioning his love now, he was now questioning his life, and how he would go.

He wandered for a bit, thinking. He had seen how Tanner and Aubrey looked at each other, it was how he had always wished Tanner would look at him. He misjudged unfortunatly, and figured it would be best for Tanner if he wasn't even there at all. In originality, he had just figured he would leave and make himself dissapear off the face of the planet, as he had before. But then a new opportunity opened itself, not something he really liked, but it was in the back of his mind. Grim offered him a way. They made it look like a mistake, a misunderstanding of words, really, and Aubrey, though not really surprisingly, tried to save Jack's life many times. But, death was wanted by Jack, and death wanted him, and he didn't have the will to say no to it. Grim didn't see the wrong in it, in his mind, he was freeing Jack from the pains and horrors of the world. Once the dead was done, and Jack was dead, Aubrey screamed for ages for Grim to bring him back, something Jack never understood after that. Jack was dead, and things should end there, but Hell, it seems, has a mind of it's own.

Aubrey's mind was put to rest for about, a minute, as shadows formed in the corned and Jack's hand pulled itself to the surface. Aubrey helped him up, always the gentleman, and didn't even think to realize that Jack was a bit warmer than normal, and a bit too... happy... to have just been dead and taken a trip to hell. It became pretty obvious when Jack ripped out Grim's still beating heart, however, and they became a powerful duo. Two demons out to conquer what they can. Jack saw Grim as a father, and Grim in turn, saw Jack as a son, the closest thing to love Grim could get to these days. Jack, who had always hated his father, loved Grim as his replacement, though oddly enough, at 24, Jack was older than Grim, 21.

Using Jack's almost delectable blood, Grim concocted a wine that they both used to lure in followers for them. Soon, when they had drunk enough wine, Grim or Jack would kill them, and the would become a toy for Jack. Jack tried to break and lure Tanner in this way [who by the way, surprise surprise, was back with Aubrey], by taunting him about how Jack died, and how it was for Tanner, and making him drink wine. He never did get around to killing him though. They said the effects of the wine never wear off, but eventually it just becomes a tint. Just an addiction really. They see the wine, they would have to put up with one hell of a fight not to drink it, but otherwise, they would seem pretty normal.

In this time, a mermaid by the name of Audrea wandered her way onto land. She was royalty, and when Jack first set eyes on her, he had to have her. He simply had to, there was no doubt about it. The first time, he had lured her in with a modified wine that just made her more willing of him. He took her virginity then, and as mermaid royalty, she got in huge trouble for this. The second time, however, she let him willingly, as a mutant who had powers that made things opposite switched Grim into a woman, and Grim and Audrea got drunk together. In fact, they pulled Jack down into this, and he nearly had the most awkward threesome on the planet, though the picture proof of Grim as a woman was definitly worth it. In that night, Jack got Audrea with child.

It took about a week for this to settle in upon Audrea, as a mermaid, pregnancies were only 6 months long, and as a hald demon child, it cut that pregnancy in half to three months, and when Audrea learned she right freaked. She also panicked more when she realized that Jack could not allow her to go into her Mermaid form like this. The baby would die in the cold of a mermaid territory. It took him ages, but eventually, Audrea calmed and didn't go into the water. Jack used his mothers trust fund to build a house for them, near the ocean, and waited the days out for their son, Nikolaas, to be born.

It came quickly, almost too quickly, but when Nikolaas nearly damn near flew from his mother, there was a happy family there, though Grim and Audrea never did learn to get along. It was proven that Nikolaas actually lived fine in the water, and could turn into a mermaid like his mother. Easy really, they figured it be best he lived there, instead of with Jack in hell, though they did meet at the house Jack built regularily. Audrea and Jack eventually grew apart, but Jack and Nikolaas were very close, and Audrea's fighting down in her land had Nikolaas crowned a prince amoung Mermaids... giving Jack almost complete control over that race...

And you thought he did it because he liked Audrea, didn't you? He wasn't the only one who noticed this. Azazael noticed this as well, and took it upon himself to talk to Jack about having Nikolaas as one of his apocalypse children, the hybrid one, as Nikolaas happened to be one of the most powerful hybrids, well, in the world. Jack didn't see why not, and handed his child's life over to Azazael with the one condition that he actually gets to see his child.

Shortly after, the apocalypse came. Nikolaas had been the last child needed, and as soon as the mermaid prince was taken to hell in his human form, and the time differance made him age faster than normal, and he was as old as the rest of the children, came the signalling of the apocalypse. Jack remembers faintly watching at Grim's side as they ripped apart the surface of the earth, not the ocean's though, luckily for the mermaids, and Jack does remember hearing something he had never heard before. A celestial horn.

After that, Jack was suddenly granted almost limitless power in the Demon world by Azazael's hand. He was also given as a gift, the fallen arch angel Michael, who actually took onto him quite easily. He's actually learning to rather like Michael, though he had always had a particular unlike of him before. He was given generally one task besides his rule of the earth... wipe out the survivors. In Hevanna, there happens to be a band of survivors, and guess who happens to be their leader...

Tanner.

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SO THIS IS WHERE THE PROMISE BREAKS
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NAME / ALIAS[/b] Shinoa!
GENDER[/b] Femalish
CONTACT INFO[/b] PM.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?[/b] I created it!
OTHER CHARACTERS[/b] Markus, Nikolaas
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE[/b]

If one were to take a stroll through the huge Greenwich Condos', and made their way to the 130th floor, they would find the only door there wide open. If they were to dare wander into that open door, they would see a desolate, huge condo practically ripped and smashed to pieces, as if James Bond and some assailant had blown through there. If you were to walk in even further, you would be surprised to see a whole bunch of steam emmitting from yet another open door, and upon looking at it, you would see the creator of such a mess, Jack Fitzroy.

The steam was from an open shower. Hot water poured from three different spouts in the walk in shower. There were no glass doors, just a wide open shower seemingly big enough to fit at least 20 people. A useless courtain, probably to shield ones self if they were in the shower hung uselessly to a hook on the wall. Oddly enough, the bathroom was completely untouched, where as just outside the door it was a royal mess.

Jack himself was sitting in the middle of the shower, holding a bottle of liquid polysporin. He was pouring it on cuts all over his body. Luckily for him, his legs and were not touched, but his feet, his stomach, his chest, his arms, neck, face, back... all of them had a cut of some sort, and here was Jack, cleaning each wound and then pouring Polysporin on it. Everytime he did so, his face would wrench itself into a silent scream. No sound came out, but the face was made. It was obviously painful what he was doing, but he seemed to be doing it himself on purpose, as if punishing himself.

Now, you are probably wondering what put him in such a state? Well, be patient, and I will tell you...

Jack had come home yesterday in a fit of distress. Earlier that day, his girlfriend, the love of his life that he would love until the end of his days, had treated him worse than she ever had before. She had never snapped or yelled at him like that, and now he was afraid for her, for he was sure she had gone out in search of alcohol of some sort. Lily, a friend of his whom he sometimes had arguments with, had helped distract him and calm him down, but she told him to leave Quinn be for the moment. Jack had agreed reluctantly, and had gone to lock himself in his home.

For the first little while, he had been pretty good, but when he had tried to go to sleep, to try and sleep away his worries about Quinn, he found he couldn't sleep at all. Instead he rolled back and forth trying to figure out what he had done wrong that would make Quinn so hostile against him. He didn't understand, for he couldn't think of anything at all, and ended up throwing on an old pair of jeans and wandering downstairs. Skye was out somewhere, he wasn't sure where. He made himself some tea, and thought to himself some more. Again, a blank.

By some freak accident, when he was pouring the tea, the cup he was holding slipped from his hand, broke on the floor, and Jack poured hot water down his arm. He threw the kettle across the room, which automatically smashed a large expresso machine. The pain seered through his arm. It wouldn't be a permanent burn, the water wasn't that hot, but it was hot enough to sting. It was here when Jack sort of snapped.

From there until around lunch time, Jack had smashed pretty much everything in his house. Sometimes people phoned, but he would just pick up the phone and drop the phone back on the reciever. He compeletly ignored his cell phone. He was in the process of trying to get the huge chandalier down when his youngest cousin, Daniella, managed to break into the door. She had broken into an axe case (the axe was incase of fires) and the young twleve year old had smashed at the door lock with it until the lock came off and the door opened. Her brother Derek had said to try and get it. Well, she was going to bloody try. All it took was three seconds of her staring at Jack halfway up the ceiling, and phoned her brother.

Derek, oddly enough, happened to be with Quinn. She took pictures of Jack on the ceiling and sent them over, and stayed on the phone with him. Daniella was a good talker, and was pretty good at calming Jack down. Jack was her only and favorite cousin, for he spoiled her all the time. She talked with him as Derek talked with Quinn on the other end. There was a phonecall, and Daniella tried to get Jack off the ceiling in time to get to the phone and pick it up, but instead the answering machine clicked on, and they could both hear Quinn yelling through the phone at Jack. Not wanting to hear anymore, Jack threw the phone at the wall, and then slid down the nearest wall to the floor, where he started to shake very violently. Daniella was told to get out of there by her brother, and to meet him at the front entrance. Daniella did as she was told, but not before going over and hugging Jack tightly. It took a second, but Jack finally recognized his cousin and returned the hug.

It was then, when Daniella left, that Jack wandered over to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't feel them a few minutes ago, but he could feel them now. All the cuts. His pants had seemingly taken care of anything hitting his legs, but everything else was just ripped to shreds. He was pretty sure he was lucky he still had hair. He went over to the shower and turned it on, to heat up, and then pulled a big bottle of polysporin out of the medicine cabinet. And that is where you could find him now, dousing his wounds.

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