Post by Blaine on Feb 27, 2015 2:21:25 GMT
Blaine R. Jackson
What is it that really drives us to do what we do?
Name: Blaine Royal Jackson
Nicknames: Please use Blaine.
Birthday: October 9th, 1957
Date of Turning: October 9th, 1978
Rank in TIG: Master
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
SO: As straight as any vampire would be.
Significant Other: There's no one.
Parents: They're dead, let's not talk about it.
Siblings: Only child.
Age: 76 (21)
Weight: 172 lbs
Height: 6'2"
Body Build: Lanky, yet strong. Do not underestimate me.
Eye Color: Pale Turquoise
Hair Color: Dark Brown
VoiceClaim/FaceClaim: Grant Gustin/Grant Gustin
Traits
Lustful XXXXXXXXXX Chaste
Chaotic XXXXXXXXXX Lawful
Vengeful XXXXXXXXXX Forgiving
Dishonest XXXXXXXXXX Trustworthy
Loyal XXXXXXXXXX Disloyal
History
Blaine was born in the age of frisbees, sideburns, and saddle shoes. He grew up in the classic decades when everyone was happy and having a good time-all the time! His parents were lovely folk, his entire family, being just him and them, were friends with everyone they met!! He was raised to be polite, and gentleman-like whenever meeting new people. He heeded to their words with every breathing moment of his life, his parents being his idols. His family was not rich, but they weren't poor either, so school made him plenty of good friends, however, that friendship was to be tested on his 21st birthday.
October 9th, 1978. Blaine's friends took him to the local bar, "Still Kickin'". They were all older than him, having been born much earlier in the year, so they'd already gone through the alcoholic initiation into adulthood. Blaine, however, upon arriving at the bar said he didn't want to drink; his parents had always told him alcohol was very dangerous. He'd been in the bar for over an hour, his buddies drunk off their asses, when they tried forcing him to drink along with them. Content with his club soda, Blaine refused but regretted it when his "friends" shunned him to the ally, throwing napkins and small shot glasses at him, calling him a 'sissy' and a 'momma's boy'.
It happened then. As Blaine stumbled into the ally, hurt and betrayed, a group of thugs who'd been smoking and drinking approached him. They wanted whatever money he had, and they wanted his jacket; a red and black blazer his parents had gifted him. Though he reluctantly handed them over, the men threw punches and brought him to the ground where they continued to kick him. They laughed and sneered as one man used his lighter to heat up the blade of his knife and stab Blaine in the back, just for the fun of watching him scream and wreathe on the ground in agony. They finally left and Blaine, in undescribable pain, blacked out.
When he awoke, a man with sandy blonde hair, no older than 40, was crouching beside him. They were in a different ally, by the looks of it, but it was still night time. This strange figure had removed Blaine's white t-shirt and wrapped bandages around his torso to stop the bleeding in his back and to somewhat bind the bruised ribs he had received. Blaine tried to move, panic instantly coursing through him, but pain kept him down. The shadow of the man fell across him and he blacked out again. This time when he awoke, he was in a strange bed, though he felt nothing at all, no pain, no..heartbeat. The sounds of cars on the street below was loud and the sun filtering through the window was bright and stung his eyes. From there, Blaine had to figure it out on his own, what he was, how he had to survive, and where he was going to go. His parents died 17 years after he'd been turned, so now he keeps moving, in an attempt to push everything past him, and an attempt to push everyone away from him.
Relations
Loathe|Hate|Dislike|Irritating|Neutral|Like|Friends|Best Friends|Trusting|Crush|Love|Aching For|Family|Mourning
Samantha Waters XX You are a very sweet woman. And although you now know what I am, you continue to accept me as a human being, which is all I've ever wanted. Thank you for the job, and for giving me multiple chances. I cherish you and I will protect you for as long as I live, for I am forever in your debt. Please take care of yourself, stop picking fights with random people!!
Euphemy XX I don't completely know you yet. Though you're very quiet, it soothes me. Most people seem to talk only of their own troubles while you just...listen. Thank you, I hope we may talk again soon!!
Mai X You seem like a very nice girl, shy and to herself, but there's nothing wrong with that!! Perhaps someday we'll get to know each other more. By the way, I don't mind that you're half wolf!
Abelina X You've changed, you're much more tolerable now. It's a nice alteration, and I appreciate the talks we have, I never knew you had it so rough, nor did I ever even consider that in all your years of being..what you are...what we are..you actually care about some things.
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What is it that really drives us to do what we do?
Name: Blaine Royal Jackson
Nicknames: Please use Blaine.
Birthday: October 9th, 1957
Date of Turning: October 9th, 1978
Rank in TIG: Master
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
SO: As straight as any vampire would be.
Significant Other: There's no one.
Parents: They're dead, let's not talk about it.
Siblings: Only child.
Age: 76 (21)
Weight: 172 lbs
Height: 6'2"
Body Build: Lanky, yet strong. Do not underestimate me.
Eye Color: Pale Turquoise
Hair Color: Dark Brown
VoiceClaim/FaceClaim: Grant Gustin/Grant Gustin
Traits
Lustful XXXXXXXXXX Chaste
Chaotic XXXXXXXXXX Lawful
Vengeful XXXXXXXXXX Forgiving
Dishonest XXXXXXXXXX Trustworthy
Loyal XXXXXXXXXX Disloyal
History
Blaine was born in the age of frisbees, sideburns, and saddle shoes. He grew up in the classic decades when everyone was happy and having a good time-all the time! His parents were lovely folk, his entire family, being just him and them, were friends with everyone they met!! He was raised to be polite, and gentleman-like whenever meeting new people. He heeded to their words with every breathing moment of his life, his parents being his idols. His family was not rich, but they weren't poor either, so school made him plenty of good friends, however, that friendship was to be tested on his 21st birthday.
October 9th, 1978. Blaine's friends took him to the local bar, "Still Kickin'". They were all older than him, having been born much earlier in the year, so they'd already gone through the alcoholic initiation into adulthood. Blaine, however, upon arriving at the bar said he didn't want to drink; his parents had always told him alcohol was very dangerous. He'd been in the bar for over an hour, his buddies drunk off their asses, when they tried forcing him to drink along with them. Content with his club soda, Blaine refused but regretted it when his "friends" shunned him to the ally, throwing napkins and small shot glasses at him, calling him a 'sissy' and a 'momma's boy'.
It happened then. As Blaine stumbled into the ally, hurt and betrayed, a group of thugs who'd been smoking and drinking approached him. They wanted whatever money he had, and they wanted his jacket; a red and black blazer his parents had gifted him. Though he reluctantly handed them over, the men threw punches and brought him to the ground where they continued to kick him. They laughed and sneered as one man used his lighter to heat up the blade of his knife and stab Blaine in the back, just for the fun of watching him scream and wreathe on the ground in agony. They finally left and Blaine, in undescribable pain, blacked out.
When he awoke, a man with sandy blonde hair, no older than 40, was crouching beside him. They were in a different ally, by the looks of it, but it was still night time. This strange figure had removed Blaine's white t-shirt and wrapped bandages around his torso to stop the bleeding in his back and to somewhat bind the bruised ribs he had received. Blaine tried to move, panic instantly coursing through him, but pain kept him down. The shadow of the man fell across him and he blacked out again. This time when he awoke, he was in a strange bed, though he felt nothing at all, no pain, no..heartbeat. The sounds of cars on the street below was loud and the sun filtering through the window was bright and stung his eyes. From there, Blaine had to figure it out on his own, what he was, how he had to survive, and where he was going to go. His parents died 17 years after he'd been turned, so now he keeps moving, in an attempt to push everything past him, and an attempt to push everyone away from him.
Relations
Loathe|Hate|Dislike|Irritating|Neutral|Like|Friends|Best Friends|Trusting|Crush|Love|Aching For|Family|Mourning
Samantha Waters XX You are a very sweet woman. And although you now know what I am, you continue to accept me as a human being, which is all I've ever wanted. Thank you for the job, and for giving me multiple chances. I cherish you and I will protect you for as long as I live, for I am forever in your debt. Please take care of yourself, stop picking fights with random people!!
Euphemy XX I don't completely know you yet. Though you're very quiet, it soothes me. Most people seem to talk only of their own troubles while you just...listen. Thank you, I hope we may talk again soon!!
Mai X You seem like a very nice girl, shy and to herself, but there's nothing wrong with that!! Perhaps someday we'll get to know each other more. By the way, I don't mind that you're half wolf!
Abelina X You've changed, you're much more tolerable now. It's a nice alteration, and I appreciate the talks we have, I never knew you had it so rough, nor did I ever even consider that in all your years of being..what you are...what we are..you actually care about some things.
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