Name: Jacob Adrian Hamilton

Gender: Male

Age: 50

Apparent Age: 25

Place of Birth: China (Precise Location Unknown)

Species: Vampire

Coven: Tarepha

Appearance: Lanky in his mortality, only his clothes and hair have changed since being turned. Black harness boots have tucked inside them the legs of black jeans. Tucked inside those is often a silk button-down shirt of dark purple. A long black trench coat is often worn about the broad shoulders that support a short, scrawny neck. His angular Chinese face boasts soft brown eyes. His hair, dyed dark-purple, is parted in the middle and neatly combed to either side in an almost barn-like style that reaches to just above his ears; behind his head, a thick braid of the same dark-purple hue as the rest of his hair reaches to the middle of his back.

Two small silver rings adorn his left ear and a tiny silver skull adorns his right. A thick silver chain hanging around his neck displays a silver Celtic cross. The square topping the silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand bears the head of a horse. His most noticeable features, however, are the strange tattoos that adorn his body. His right pec prominently displays a wolf eating a dragon head-first, the dragon’s tail bursting into flame as it dies; the flaming tail and hind claws drop down to his stomach, stopping just a couple inches short of the belly button. The inside of his right forearm displays several entwined snakes whose tails are woven into a tangled mess on the inside of his wrist; the snakes’ bodies part just below the shoulder and wrap around the arm to display the heads of what appear to be black mambas all fighting each other just below the elbow. Of course, these are only noticeable when he reveals them; but he only does that for a few reasons: sex, showers, and avoiding getting blood on his silk shirt as he beats someone to a pulp.

History: As a child, Jacob’s parents weren’t really sure what to make of him. He was quiet and didn’t interact with other children much. He spent a lot of his free time drawing, mostly scenes that he had seen in paintings from a local art Museum. His parents were immigrant s to Toronto and they often visited the place with Jacob. When he was twelve, his father opened up a shop that made and sold model ships and planes called “The Navy in 3D”. Most of the stuff focused on WWI AND WWII, but some of it was more modern for the times.

Jacob’s loner attitude led to him getting involved with some local gang members. Through them, he got his tattoos and his jewelry. His parents weren’t pleased when they found out and turned his friends in; he was also arrested and jailed for three years for multiple counts of larceny, grand larceny, assault and battery, assault with a deadly weapon, and roughly a dozen other charges. His sentence was only three years in a juvenile detention center since he was fifteen at the time of sentencing. During his time there, he started getting martial arts lessons from an Indian immigrant who’d apparently been studying and practicing the self-defense and hand-to-hand combative arts most of his life; it turned out that he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had gotten popped for attempted murder.

When he got out, he moved away from Toronto to get away from his parents. He didn’t really like Toronto much – never had – and so he hit the road. Somewhere out on the open road, the people he was traveling with were attacked one night as they camped. All three were dead, but it was fourth –Jacob – that was turned. He woke up in the back room of some dingy warehouse and was given fresh blood from a tall glass to drink. It kept being refilled from a pitcher. Then he went through the long process of finding out whom he was – and finding out that the blood had come from a freshly-dead baby. The baby had been half-starved by the time it was drained of its blood to feed to Jacob.

Jacob had always been a little creepy to those around him, a little ‘off’ from the rest of society. He hadn’t pulled wings off of butterflies as a kid, but he had burned ants with a magnifying lens. Somehow, he managed to get over the fact that he’d drunk the blood of a baby; he reasoned that it was because he hadn’t actually killed the child himself that he could deal with it, though he wasn’t sure even he believed that lie. He was welcomed into the ranks of the Tarepha that very night when he was approached by members of the coven that apparently liked his ‘style’, or some such. However, had he realized that he had a previously undiagnosed mental condition known as Multiple Personality Disorder, he might not have been so willing to accept what he had drunk.

In truth, the attack had been blocked out of his mind. He had fought back and ended up getting some of his attacker’s blood into his mouth, though he was ‘killed’ in the end. The vampires thought nothing of it, but the secondary personality that developed as his mind tried to protect itself had been vicious and brutal enough that its sadistic nature had led it to murder an infant in cold blood. He had attacked a mother and stolen her baby right from its stroller; he had come to the warehouse, drained the child of its blood, and then collapsed on a crate – where he woke up an hour later. His sire had found him and explained what he was. Then he let him go because he didn’t want ‘some kid’ hanging around him. It was as he wandered through Demaitre, a city he had never been to, that he met the Tarepha.

Most of his life from then on consisted of raves, girls, and violent kills. He justified his actions by only killing people that he learned had committed heinous crimes, such as child molesters and rapists. His secondary personality would manifest on occasion, but he typically had no memory of having committed crimes as heinous as those perpetrated by the victims he knew about. But as the years passed, his memories and personalities merged into a single mind – a sadistic mind that remembered (and liked) everything he had done. As he began to realize this, he started realizing as well that the blood of women smelled so much better than the blood of those he was killing on a nightly basis – most of whom were men, though there had been a few women. Even more tantalizing, he also realized, was the blood of children.

There is a great deal of uncertainty within him about exactly when it is that he ceased to be human and became fully a vampire, not physically but mentally and emotionally. What is known is that he was in his forties when the change occurred. Since that time, he has fed on pretty much anyone that suits his fancy at the time. Mostly, his victims have been young women of between fifteen to twenty-five – but he has certainly fed on his fair share of men. He has also fed from countless children over the years. Finally, the merging of his two personalities has given him a bisexual interest in those around him; it’s possible that this was something already present in Jacob (yet dormant) when he was mortal, and it’s also possible that this played itself out through his secondary personality. He is still primarily concerned with those of the opposite gender, but he is not opposed to romantic relationships with those of his own gender.

Jacob has lived at the Sinister Puppet for several years now. He recently acquired an orange cat named Mike (see pic below).



Vampiric Attributes:

• Jacob must feed every three nights, though he typically does so nightly. He can walk about in the midst of diffuse sunlight. He is immune to the effects that silver, holy symbols, holy water, and garlic have on other vampires. A stake through his heart will kill him as surely as beheading. He can drink dead blood, but it tastes very foul to him; he can drink animal blood, but it tastes bitter extremely bitter to him. He has no reflection and thus hates mirrors. He skin is icy to the touch and deathly pale, though it warms to merely ‘cool’ and seems humanly pale after a decent feeding. Like his fellow Tarepha, Jacob possesses a double-set of fangs (an elongated set replacing mortal canines and a slightly shorter set just behind the first).
• Jacob has the supernatural strength, speed, hearing, vision, and sense of smell that most vampires do. He can see clearly in pitch-blackness, though he often wears sunglasses during the day and where there are multiple and/or bright light sources. His healing properties allow him to undo the damage of serious wounds in under a minute, though critical wounds can take a couple of minutes to fully heal. Like all vampires, he is immune to any poison, illness, or disease. Oddly, he can go for up to a week without sleep so long as he has a steady supply of blood (as per his required feeding schedule); only after six or seven days does he begin to show signs of exhaustion, and eight days shows him collapsing from such.
• Jacob is able to blend into the shadows as easily as any Nephim, becoming nearly invisible even during the day; less shadowy areas during the day make him seem almost insubstantial to mortals looking right at him, while shadows of the same quality at night would make vampires view him as mortals do in such shadows during the day. Like all Tarepha, Jacob can scale walls with incredible ease. Through eye contact, Jacob has discovered that he can greatly affect mortal emotions – drawing out fear, anger, or lust primarily; he often uses this ability to get more than just blood from his victims.

Personality:
Jacob is a little bit creepy. He likes to party. He’s not quite Goth, but he’s the next-best-thing. He smokes on occasion, mostly Marlboros. He drinks vodka straight-up in bars, but his drink of choice at home is Scotch. He has a serious thing for redheads, but he likes blondes as well. He absolutely adores blue eyes and finds redheads with blue eyes irresistible. He’s a cat person.

More than anything else, Jacob loves the hunt. He stalks his prey as an animal does, instilling fear in his victims as he chases them down, wearing them down slowly – and eventually cornering them. When he corners them, it’s a game of cat-and-mouse that he plays as he taunts them and makes them feel helpless before finally moving in for the kill. Only then is he truly satisfied. He likes ripping apart the throat of each of his victims and then feeding hungrily on the blood that spews forth. He watches the life and light fade from their eyes with glee, enjoying the sight of them dying like the animals he now considers them to be. In this, he has fully become the vampire; very little remains of his human side as a result and this infatuation with hunting humans down in order to feed from them is clear evidence of it.

Though he led many a mortal woman into the bedroom for acts of pleasure, he has ceased doing this since the final merging of his split-personality. He has experimented with a few mortal men and has thus discovered his dual-attraction to men and women alike, but he has discovered that humans are not nearly as fun in the bedroom as his own superior race is. He has thus refused the sensual temptations mortals often provide of late, seeing mortals now only as food – like insects fed to a pet spider. He has grown to hate dogs, though he does not fear them; it is merely loathing. He is neutral about birds, though he does take a liking to various kinds of parrots, macaws, and other such birds who can use mimicry to copy the human voice from time to time.