10-05-2018, 11:12 PM
Name: Gerald “Jerry”Schneider Jr.
Age: 25 (2046)
Occupation: Atharim inquisitor
Origin: Munich, Germany
Description: Short chestnut colored hair short on the sides and longer on the top. His eyes are the dark pools, almost black you can barely see the pupil. He sports a well manicured beard and rarely shaves it all off. Jerry is trendy but not rich. He likes to blend in so his clothes are in style, but not flashy. He has a simple red snake eating it’s own tail on his left forearm. Nothing flashy and can be hidden by the sleeves of a nice shirt. For being an Atharim his body is relatively scar free - except for the appendix he had removed at a very young age.[http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads...-ideas.jpg]
Personality: Jerry doesn’t like to be center stage. He’s very keen on remaining in the shadows. He’s very good at his job. He’s a black belt in Taewando and he’s an expert marksman. Jerry has a fondness for homemade poisons and serums, his kitchen is well stocked but not in the traditional food making preparations. He sucks at cooking, ironically.
Reborn God: Shu (Egyptian)
Experience: New/Hasn’t sparked yet
Current: When sparks 13
Potential: 30
Biography
Jerry was born Gerald Schneider but he refuses to answer to the archaic name and only answers to Jerry or Jer to spite his father’s name. It also keeps him and his father separated. Born into the world of the Atharim, Jerry’s ancestors for all recorded time - at least as far as the Schneider legacy goes have been Atharim. They have their own legends. Their great great … a billion times over grandfather was one of the first men on earth to defy the gods. Their lives were anything but ordinary. But as with all myths and legends the truth gets lost and only those words remain to be distorted into lies and falsehoods.
Jerry remembered the first time he saw an Oni, he was just a wee lad somewhere in the mountains of what used to be Russia. His father had him out with a shot gun and they were hunting the scaled bear that was threatening a local village. The thing was huge when they ran across it. Jerry’s gun did little damage to it. But his father knew better and he took the thing down with a carefully placed shot to the eye. It was a glorious day. His father wasn’t like most Atharim, he actually wanted to know how things ticked. So that was his first lesson in Oni anatomy and also what the uses of their blood, liver and heart were good for. Not to mention their skin made a good armored skin, if treated properly. But the thought of wearing something so gross turned Jerry’s stomach despite his father’s teachings - Jerry never used it.
Oni weren’t the only ones who had special properties. Dreyken were specifically sought after as were Dranakia if you could actually kill them. That foresight was a bitch!
But that was his childhood - learning how to fight - how to kill - how to use the beasties to hunt the beasties. That was how his father taught him and even in these modern days they used these tactics and it would be Jerry’s job to sire an offspring and pass that knowledge down. Despite his mighty sowing of seeds - which is what his father thought he was doing in Moscow - Jerry wasn’t sure that was ever going to happen. Kids got in the way of work. And work was important.
His father was still out in the breakneck woods of the world doing the hunting thing. While Jerry turned his sights to another direction. The poisons and the serums he was taught to make proven useful and despite his best efforts Jerry got himself noticed.
Moscow was a great place to hunt monsters - the undercity below provided more than enough samples to keep Jerry’s experiments going. That’s what Martin Borovsky had called them. He hadn’t believed in them at first, but once the man had seen them in action he’d shown a keen interest in him. The attention was discreet, however and Martin pushed him into a direction he never thought he’d go. Hunting traitors inside the Atharim.
It was the inquisitor’s job to ferret out those who would betray them. His poisons and serums made quick work of that. But in order to keep doing his job he had to keep hunting. So Jerry never took on more responsibility. He was merely just the go to boy for the truth. He could have done the leg work himself. And he did on occasion when he wanted more of a challenge. Because even though Jerry liked to stay hidden, he was still ambitious. He wanted to challenge himself. Find the best poison to kill a man with the least amount of materials. He wanted to better himself, not find fame and glory. That was what the gods did. They were men who were worshiped - and Jerry was never going to be one of those false gods - worshiped for a power that could destroy them. Even if that power was man made and given out of his own merit. Power was corruptible in all forms.
But the world was changing. The Ascendancy is his all mighty power declared gods real. Proclaiming himself the first and proving it with a grandiose display of power even as the Atharim Moscow Headquarters burnt to the ground. So much had happened. And then in all the chaos the perfect challenge presented itself. A monster and an Atharim. The biggest challenge. And yet, those that had gone after him two had died. Idiots at best from the reports presented. But Jerry wasn’t an idiot. He was an inquisitor of the Atharim, trained in a family legacy - what better way to test his own mettle. And Martin Borovksy while a great man had failed in their mission. His life taken from them and the Regus with him. Though there were reports of his survival after the attack on the Ascendancy, but with HQ gone, no news was bad news.
There had only been a few days since the declaration of the new Regus. The morning was minimal without going to the Vatican, but the rumors were that things were changing even more so than the world outside. The Atharim were falling apart.
There was nothing for Jerry to do, but to find the traitor and make him pay but not before giving up all that he knows and any who would see him out. Jerry stared at the screen of the man - the reborn god and traitor. This Nox Durante would die if not by his hand by someone else’s he was sure of that.
Age: 25 (2046)
Occupation: Atharim inquisitor
Origin: Munich, Germany
Description: Short chestnut colored hair short on the sides and longer on the top. His eyes are the dark pools, almost black you can barely see the pupil. He sports a well manicured beard and rarely shaves it all off. Jerry is trendy but not rich. He likes to blend in so his clothes are in style, but not flashy. He has a simple red snake eating it’s own tail on his left forearm. Nothing flashy and can be hidden by the sleeves of a nice shirt. For being an Atharim his body is relatively scar free - except for the appendix he had removed at a very young age.[http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads...-ideas.jpg]
Personality: Jerry doesn’t like to be center stage. He’s very keen on remaining in the shadows. He’s very good at his job. He’s a black belt in Taewando and he’s an expert marksman. Jerry has a fondness for homemade poisons and serums, his kitchen is well stocked but not in the traditional food making preparations. He sucks at cooking, ironically.
Reborn God: Shu (Egyptian)
Experience: New/Hasn’t sparked yet
Current: When sparks 13
Potential: 30
Biography
Jerry was born Gerald Schneider but he refuses to answer to the archaic name and only answers to Jerry or Jer to spite his father’s name. It also keeps him and his father separated. Born into the world of the Atharim, Jerry’s ancestors for all recorded time - at least as far as the Schneider legacy goes have been Atharim. They have their own legends. Their great great … a billion times over grandfather was one of the first men on earth to defy the gods. Their lives were anything but ordinary. But as with all myths and legends the truth gets lost and only those words remain to be distorted into lies and falsehoods.
Jerry remembered the first time he saw an Oni, he was just a wee lad somewhere in the mountains of what used to be Russia. His father had him out with a shot gun and they were hunting the scaled bear that was threatening a local village. The thing was huge when they ran across it. Jerry’s gun did little damage to it. But his father knew better and he took the thing down with a carefully placed shot to the eye. It was a glorious day. His father wasn’t like most Atharim, he actually wanted to know how things ticked. So that was his first lesson in Oni anatomy and also what the uses of their blood, liver and heart were good for. Not to mention their skin made a good armored skin, if treated properly. But the thought of wearing something so gross turned Jerry’s stomach despite his father’s teachings - Jerry never used it.
Oni weren’t the only ones who had special properties. Dreyken were specifically sought after as were Dranakia if you could actually kill them. That foresight was a bitch!
But that was his childhood - learning how to fight - how to kill - how to use the beasties to hunt the beasties. That was how his father taught him and even in these modern days they used these tactics and it would be Jerry’s job to sire an offspring and pass that knowledge down. Despite his mighty sowing of seeds - which is what his father thought he was doing in Moscow - Jerry wasn’t sure that was ever going to happen. Kids got in the way of work. And work was important.
His father was still out in the breakneck woods of the world doing the hunting thing. While Jerry turned his sights to another direction. The poisons and the serums he was taught to make proven useful and despite his best efforts Jerry got himself noticed.
Moscow was a great place to hunt monsters - the undercity below provided more than enough samples to keep Jerry’s experiments going. That’s what Martin Borovsky had called them. He hadn’t believed in them at first, but once the man had seen them in action he’d shown a keen interest in him. The attention was discreet, however and Martin pushed him into a direction he never thought he’d go. Hunting traitors inside the Atharim.
It was the inquisitor’s job to ferret out those who would betray them. His poisons and serums made quick work of that. But in order to keep doing his job he had to keep hunting. So Jerry never took on more responsibility. He was merely just the go to boy for the truth. He could have done the leg work himself. And he did on occasion when he wanted more of a challenge. Because even though Jerry liked to stay hidden, he was still ambitious. He wanted to challenge himself. Find the best poison to kill a man with the least amount of materials. He wanted to better himself, not find fame and glory. That was what the gods did. They were men who were worshiped - and Jerry was never going to be one of those false gods - worshiped for a power that could destroy them. Even if that power was man made and given out of his own merit. Power was corruptible in all forms.
But the world was changing. The Ascendancy is his all mighty power declared gods real. Proclaiming himself the first and proving it with a grandiose display of power even as the Atharim Moscow Headquarters burnt to the ground. So much had happened. And then in all the chaos the perfect challenge presented itself. A monster and an Atharim. The biggest challenge. And yet, those that had gone after him two had died. Idiots at best from the reports presented. But Jerry wasn’t an idiot. He was an inquisitor of the Atharim, trained in a family legacy - what better way to test his own mettle. And Martin Borovksy while a great man had failed in their mission. His life taken from them and the Regus with him. Though there were reports of his survival after the attack on the Ascendancy, but with HQ gone, no news was bad news.
There had only been a few days since the declaration of the new Regus. The morning was minimal without going to the Vatican, but the rumors were that things were changing even more so than the world outside. The Atharim were falling apart.
There was nothing for Jerry to do, but to find the traitor and make him pay but not before giving up all that he knows and any who would see him out. Jerry stared at the screen of the man - the reborn god and traitor. This Nox Durante would die if not by his hand by someone else’s he was sure of that.