Post by Jacob Black on Aug 14, 2008 23:26:05 GMT -5
Name: Jacob Black
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (post-Twilight)
Appearance: (picture)
Category (vampire, werewolf, human): Werewolf
Hometown: La Push
Family:
Father- Billy Black
Older sisters- Rachel and Rebecca
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths: Heals quickly, phasing, telepathy (only with other members of the pack), strength, doesn’t age until he decides to stop phasing.
Weaknesses: He’s prone to anger, which he tries to control.. for the most part.
Personality: In Twilight, Jacob is described as being friendly and outgoing. Considering the events that happen in later books, he becomes sarcastic and even cruel. Still, Bella seems to recognize these two sides of his personality, dubbing the more happier part that was her best friend as “her Jacob.” He’s never shy to confrontation that could result in a fight with the vampires.
History: (Should be at least 2 paragraphs long)
Jacob was raised on the Quileute reservation. After a life long acquaintance with Bella (thanks to a friendship between their fathers), he meets up with her again on the beach in La Push, where he tells her stories of his ancestry. Little did he know, these tales meant to frighten Bella were not mere fabrications.
He is the only male in the Black linage capable of phasing, which makes him the rightful Alpha. His great-grandfather headed the treaty that was made between the pack and the Cullens decades prior. It was the vampire’s reappearance, along with the coven’s unusually large size, that gives Jacob the ability to phase into a wolf. It’s in his nature to protect La Push, and if the Cullens ever break the treaty (not to kill on their land), full out war could erupt.
RP sample:
People say that change is a good thing. Well, I’ve had my fair share of life’s wondrous alterations, and not all live up to the hype. Sure, there are perks: losing control, letting hot-temper filter from your very core, leaking out until your vision is burnt bright red and blinding. Then, swiftly, you succumb to instinct until limbs are reshaped and assorted into something that screams for momentum. And that’s just what I give it: speed. In this state, I sometimes think that escape is a possibility. Everything is a little less intense, as human emotions are mere shadows of their former selves. Just as I am this way. Not quite me.
It was very early morning, just before dawn, that I returned from my nightly rounds. The sun had barely left a stain on the horizon, leaving only a soft, tranquil glow. I was up for another couple of hours, but Sam suggested that sleep deprivation wasn’t to be taken lightly. Something about shortened attention span, depression, headaches, delusions.. that’s when Leah silently chimed in Well, he’s always been delusional. Check that off your list of concerns, so I didn’t catch the rest of his little speech. Before I knew it, my paws were hitting the ground at full speed towards some rest and the prospects of fine cuisine.
I stepped into my humble abode to the familiar site of my dad watching T.V. Did he ever sleep! I grabbed a bag of chips and headed for my room, answering his friendly greeting with a mumbled “hey.” Sometimes I was suspicious that he had a radar system built into his brain to signal my arrivals. Forget the typical worried parent: I had the FBI.
Passing out on the mattress that took up the majority of the cramp space that made up my room, I closed my eyes, letting my appetite take over all activity. Well, except for one. But I can’t help that my mind wanders, can I? It’s not like thoughts can be stopped by wishing them away. I’m not good at that yoga crap. Besides, her face was already etched into the interior of my skull. Nothing could clean the slate except the extremes and I doubted that would ever happen to me. I’m not sure I even liked the idea of surrendering free will, like the phenomena that happened recently to Quil. But if it eased the pit of torture I had fallen into..
Soon awareness gave out, leaving the land of the unconscious to take center stage. It wasn’t exactly freedom. It was where I could write my own script and perform it how it I wanted things to be. How it should be. Where normalcy was all that existed, and the paranormal was left to nightmares..
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (post-Twilight)
Appearance: (picture)
Category (vampire, werewolf, human): Werewolf
Hometown: La Push
Family:
Father- Billy Black
Older sisters- Rachel and Rebecca
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths: Heals quickly, phasing, telepathy (only with other members of the pack), strength, doesn’t age until he decides to stop phasing.
Weaknesses: He’s prone to anger, which he tries to control.. for the most part.
Personality: In Twilight, Jacob is described as being friendly and outgoing. Considering the events that happen in later books, he becomes sarcastic and even cruel. Still, Bella seems to recognize these two sides of his personality, dubbing the more happier part that was her best friend as “her Jacob.” He’s never shy to confrontation that could result in a fight with the vampires.
History: (Should be at least 2 paragraphs long)
Jacob was raised on the Quileute reservation. After a life long acquaintance with Bella (thanks to a friendship between their fathers), he meets up with her again on the beach in La Push, where he tells her stories of his ancestry. Little did he know, these tales meant to frighten Bella were not mere fabrications.
He is the only male in the Black linage capable of phasing, which makes him the rightful Alpha. His great-grandfather headed the treaty that was made between the pack and the Cullens decades prior. It was the vampire’s reappearance, along with the coven’s unusually large size, that gives Jacob the ability to phase into a wolf. It’s in his nature to protect La Push, and if the Cullens ever break the treaty (not to kill on their land), full out war could erupt.
RP sample:
People say that change is a good thing. Well, I’ve had my fair share of life’s wondrous alterations, and not all live up to the hype. Sure, there are perks: losing control, letting hot-temper filter from your very core, leaking out until your vision is burnt bright red and blinding. Then, swiftly, you succumb to instinct until limbs are reshaped and assorted into something that screams for momentum. And that’s just what I give it: speed. In this state, I sometimes think that escape is a possibility. Everything is a little less intense, as human emotions are mere shadows of their former selves. Just as I am this way. Not quite me.
It was very early morning, just before dawn, that I returned from my nightly rounds. The sun had barely left a stain on the horizon, leaving only a soft, tranquil glow. I was up for another couple of hours, but Sam suggested that sleep deprivation wasn’t to be taken lightly. Something about shortened attention span, depression, headaches, delusions.. that’s when Leah silently chimed in Well, he’s always been delusional. Check that off your list of concerns, so I didn’t catch the rest of his little speech. Before I knew it, my paws were hitting the ground at full speed towards some rest and the prospects of fine cuisine.
I stepped into my humble abode to the familiar site of my dad watching T.V. Did he ever sleep! I grabbed a bag of chips and headed for my room, answering his friendly greeting with a mumbled “hey.” Sometimes I was suspicious that he had a radar system built into his brain to signal my arrivals. Forget the typical worried parent: I had the FBI.
Passing out on the mattress that took up the majority of the cramp space that made up my room, I closed my eyes, letting my appetite take over all activity. Well, except for one. But I can’t help that my mind wanders, can I? It’s not like thoughts can be stopped by wishing them away. I’m not good at that yoga crap. Besides, her face was already etched into the interior of my skull. Nothing could clean the slate except the extremes and I doubted that would ever happen to me. I’m not sure I even liked the idea of surrendering free will, like the phenomena that happened recently to Quil. But if it eased the pit of torture I had fallen into..
Soon awareness gave out, leaving the land of the unconscious to take center stage. It wasn’t exactly freedom. It was where I could write my own script and perform it how it I wanted things to be. How it should be. Where normalcy was all that existed, and the paranormal was left to nightmares..