Post by Jack 'Boogeyman' Valenze on May 10, 2011 15:27:27 GMT -6
Jack Sway Valenze
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are
Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Full Name: Jack Sway Valenze
Nicknames: Jack, Boogeyman, Wink
Physical Age: Around 67, not that it shows
Date of Birth: November 12th
Hometown: California
Current Residence: New Orleans
Occupation: Self employed dream stalker/assassin/spy
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Demi-God
Affiliations: Very Neutral
Gender: Male
Hair: Sandy brown with some black streaks to it
Eyes: Dark Amber
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 250lbs of pure muscle, baby.
Body Type: Stocky, muscular and ready to make some brick wall babies.
Best Feature: His sense of humor
Worst Feature: His sense of humor (only he would think that sending nightmares to two year olds who mouth off to their parents is 'funny.')
Sexuality: Straight
Personal Style: Depends on the job, or the dream, but Jack does favor his suits and silk shirts.
Face Claim: David Beckham
Abilities:
Thanks to Daddy Dearest, he has an extended lifespan and the ability to heal himself. He can also enter the land of dreams and fuck them up so royally, the dreamer typically either goes insane, or becomes suicidal. The only thing that he needs to get into said dreams is a mental image of the target, and bam; lights out, covers up and he's going in for the kill.
...Or the peep show; whatever comes first.
Personality:
If one looked up the term 'FUBAR' in the dictionary, Jack's face would most definitely pop up...probably because he drew it in there. Brash, egotistical, sarcastic and utterly spoiled, he is the epitome of the God Complex. He think that he's the best in the world at what he does- forget those pitiful psychics; they all cry for their mommies when the Boogeyman goes to town- and has been known to pout and throw tantrums when he's upstaged.
At the same time, the dream walker has a warped sense of humor and a distorted sense of honor that has him picking and choosing the targets that he accepts, and has formulated a personal Code of Conduct that dictates his every move.
Likes: (At least 4)
• Thinking he's number one
• Dreams
• Chocolate
• Women in general; he doesn't discriminate.
Dislikes: (At least 4)
• Competition (he's the best, so why bother?)
• Authority figures
• Being tied down
• Reality
Strengths: (At least 4)
• Is a powerful psychic
• Intelligent
• Merciful
• Loyal
Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• Women
• Opiates
• Staying in the dream world
• Playing pranks
Mother: Loretta Lynn Valenze
Father: Wink
Siblings: None that he knows of, but probably loads of half-siblings
Others: N/A
Bio:
From what he remembers of his childhood, Jack had been born to a loving mother and an absent father in a ratty hotel room in California. Where, he wasn't so sure, as his little ragtag family traveled wherever the wind blew, his mother adhering to the recently popular Flower Era of the Wandering Feet.
According to Ms. Baker, Jack was concieved in a dream, where a handsome man came to her and wooed her into his bed. At first, she'd thought it just the side effects of the drugs she'd been trying, but a few weeks later, the small bump in her belly warned her otherwise. For the next six months, she put aside her anti-establishment life and brought her son into the world; the son of a daughter of nature- or so Loretta liked to say- and the god of the world of dreams.
The next ten years of his life were standard; he moved around with his mother, saw all that the United States had to offer, and thought himself a normal kid. He learned to read from passing boyfriends, learned to defend himself in the same way, and became a man of the world. It really wasn't much of a surprise when he started entering his mother's dreams by mistake and altering what she was thinking, given the stories she liked to tell about his father.
What was surprising, that is, was the fact that, once she found out about his talents, Ms. Loretta Lynn Baker turned to the US government and sold her son into slavery.
At the peak of the Cold War, the US government scooped up young Jack eagerly, and he spent the next fifteen years of his life cooped up in a white walled room, poked and prodded by doctors. He was honed as an assassin and a spy, urged to peak into the minds of powerful men and, if their influence was too much for the big wigs to stand, kill them. He became skilled at walking through the 'dreamland,' as he liked to call it, and even began to prefer being in his little world than out in reality. Even after the so-called 'war' ended, the government still used him as for his talents.
It was only after they began to demand that he curb his time spent in the dreamland that he began to rebel. Who were these white shirts to tell him when he could and could not hit the sheets? All in all, it really wasn't hard to break out of the research facility that they kept him in. Just a few nightmares here, some cardiac arrest there, and most of the snoozing guards and doctors in the place were too freaked out to stop him from leaving.
Now, some-odd forty years later, he's still semi-hunted by government officials thinking he'd sell his secrets- which he kind of did, a few months after he broke out of 'the joint'- but works as a free agent, selling his skills to the highest bidder...or using them himself, when he feels the itch.
But, as every year passes, it's becoming increasingly hard for Jack to build his own dreams, instead forcing him to slip into the minds of others. Beware the Boogeyman; he's a fan of anacondas and B-movie monsters.
RP Sample:
Have you ever had days that made even the seventh circle of Hell look like Paradise?
"No."
"But, Miss, it's free for the first month. You're really missing out on a great bargain."
"Aww, that's too bad."
"And did I mention the satisfaction guarantee?"
"No."
"Well--"
"I meant 'no', I don't want it. Please don't call this number ag--"
"But, Miss...!"
It was enough to set even the most patient person running for the tallest building in the city.
Snapping her tiny cell phone shut as the telemarketer began to gurgle yet another addition to the 'greatest cable on the planet', she sighed, rolling her hazel eyes up to the sky, as if some God were laughing at her. Which, according her crazy mind, was exactly what it was doing.
Ignoring the wandering eyes that followed her petite form as she moved through the crowd huddled in front of the park in which she was walking, she tucked the phone into the side pocket of her shoulder bag. What would have been a disturbing little stroll- who likes having twenty-something sets of eyes locked onto your…shoulders, anyway?- was abnormally normal. Tight fitting blue jeans sporting various rips and tears along the knees and cuffs, a shiny little black t-shirt, a loose leather biker’s jacket, and a pair of her signature leather boots were definitely not the attire of your average pedestrian, after all.
But, then again, Shel wasn’t one to consider herself normal.
