Post by Synistergrrl on May 26, 2007 15:14:25 GMT -5
Character Name: Ripley Jackson
Nicknames: Rip, Ripper, RJ
Species: WoD Vampire, Brujah
Apparent Age:17-19
Actual Age : 51
Appearance: Ripley has messy dark hair that falls in gray stormy eyes. He prefers more punk clothes, black jeans or faded blues, tight and skinny legged. Lots of studded belts and cuffs, he almost always is in some band tshirt, alot of which he's kept from when he was hanging out with the Pistol's, the Stooges and such. He's thin but lithe, standing at a mere 5'8. He prefers black low top chuck taylors, but occasionally will wear combat boots. His favorite article of clothing is his leather, a black motorcycle jacket with studs on it and in white paint the logo for The Damned painted across the back. The interior is red and looks well worn, but the whole thing seems to fit perfectly with this old school punk.
History: Born into a blue collar family in London was nothing to really be ashamed of, but it didn't afford Ripley or his siblings the kind of praise that some of the more uppity kids got. He'd been born a scrapper, the kind of kid who always got into fights. Not necessarily a bully, just the kind of kid you wanted as a friend to back you. His family moved alot, never owning their own place, rent seemed to sometimes be short handed, causing late night evacs from places that should have been a good place to live for a while. But that all changed the night his sister ended up missing. By the time they found her, well, she'd left his world. It shook the very root of his family core. They never were the same. His father took to drinking, his mother depressed let herself go. With in 3 years, she'd taken her own life, doing so in front of both Ripley and his two older brothers. From that point on, his father was left to take care of them.
Rip was pretty much ignored, too young to do anything useful, he just got in the way. His father was either too drunk to notice his youngest, or if he did, it was to yell at Rip or eventually wail on him. His brothers, having no guidance turned to torturing Rip and harassing him every chance they got. Their favorite game was locking him in the shed behind the house where there were snakes and such, he never did get over that slight phobia of slithery things. But school saved him, he met friends and fell into a new social crowd that was slowly blooming during his early teens. The punk rock world called to Rip and he followed like the children to the Pied Piper.
Leaving home was probably the most profound thing Rip had ever done, but at the time, it seemed like nothing. It would forever change the course of his life. He met his sire on the streets of London, course, Rip had no idea this was his soon to be sire, he simply only knew that the guy was cool and though a bit odd, seemed pretty down. He had money and was willing to share and that was enough for Rip and his friends. Not to mention the guy hung out with very pretty people. Before it was all over, Rip had become involved with one of these pretty things and found himself on the receiving end of that sweet dark kiss. But the Toreador only wished to keep Ripley as a pet, a toy, someone to keep a hold over.
The night Jack, the brujah was attacked, Ripley was there. He watched as his own lover ducked and hid and let their friend go down in a hail of bullets. Ripley rose to the occasion, moving to help the fallen Kindred. When it was over, Ripley had taken a couple of hits himself, leaving nasty wounds, but had managed to help the Jack fend off the onslaught. Jack took Ripley home that night, against the Toreador's better judgment. He healed Ripley and then by the end of a few weeks, he was brought into the dark world of the undead. Upon opening his eyes to this new world, the dark little Brujah changed, preferring this life to others. But tragedy seemed to follow Ripley. The scorned Toreador found his pet's new found power annoying. A plot was hatched and with in a year, Jack was dead, ashes under the sun. Ripley was left alone, and so he left London, but not before treating the deceitful Toreador to a sweet cocktail of revenge.
Abilities: Street brawler mostly, though he doesn't look it, he's a scrapper and can handle himself. He's good with a gun, though he prefers the hand to hand.
Powers: He's gifted with the Vampire ability of strength (potence), speed (celerity), and he's able to make others fall sickly madly in love with him with just a look (presence).
Skills: Ripley is rather a charismatic creature, manipulative but amazingly good at deceit, lying, acting and seduction. He can turn those emotions on or off with a flip of a switch. He seems to know what to say and how to say it to make people eat out of his hand. As annoying as he can be, he's always able to woe the annoyed back with just the right soothing words.
Equipment: He carries a 6" blade with him always, and on occasion a Colt Defender .45. He also has a small apartment that he keeps near the Hight. He's almost paranoid about who he takes there though, knowing better then to show his sanctuary off to others.