Jay Bangs

[jay]

Jay Bangs;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Sandy
Age: 18
Years of Rping: Er, a few? Maybe two or so.
Contact: Email?

ID Tag;;

Alias: Cyanide
Name: Jay Bangs
Gender: Male
Orientation: Asexual, in his own opinion, though he really doesn’t care about gender
Age: 23
Species: Human
Job: A bit shady. Works, at times, for some crime organization or private person, and usually people die poisoned afterwards.
Religious Affiliation: None.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Chemicals (= Drugs, poisons, medicine…)
2. Can hit people with heavy blunt objects
3. Cheap magic tricks

Summary:
Jay has always been the weird kid, leaving him plenty of time to increase his skills in chemicals. He’s extraordinary good at developing different types of poisons, lethal and non-lethal, and takes almost sadistic glee when it comes to testing them. He’s half-way immune to most chemicals, probably a result from life-long work with them.

Jay is not actually physically very strong, sort of naturally long-limbed and wiry. He’s found out that strong or not, sometimes you just can’t hesitate when swinging that baseball bat, so he actually has pretty good aim with that thing.

Magic tricks aren’t actually all that usable in a fight, except for distraction. And kids love them.

Weakness:
1. Lack of physical strength, though he’s not a total weakling
2. Tends to get so worked up over something he loses his head and doesn’t pay attention
3. Various issues

Summary:
Like said before, Jay is not very muscle-y, and neither does he enjoy physical combat, preferring the use of slow-working poison, which neatly allows him time to walk away before anyone realizes what’s going on. One could knock him out with punch, quite probably.

Jay really, really hates people, especially stupid people, and though he usually keeps calm, he has a wicked temper tucked inside his personality, and letting it out is one his weaknesses. Not only does the temper tantrum distract him, also the shame following from the lack of control does.

Jay is also vaguely paranoid, neat freak and dislikes high places. You wouldn’t actually have to stab him to stop him from poisoning someone, just messing his lab would distract him nicely.

Appearance;;

Looks: He looks young-ish, around his twenties, a bit older when he’s stressing.
Hair: Black and curly and sticking up thanks to the magic of hair-gel.
Eyes: Black.
Height: Around 169 cm.
Marks: Not really. Jay doesn’t really do tattoos. He’s had his ears pierced, though, even if he doesn’t wear earrings.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Extremely, very pale
Body Type: Long-limbed, bony and wiry
Clothing Style: Sort of casual business style, no tie.
Footwear: Nice, black shoes. (Actually bought from second-hand store.)

Summary:
Jay looks a little gothic, without meaning to. His hair is very black, curly and sticks up in interesting way, while his skin is extremely pale. His face is narrow and bony, and his arms and legs are long and would get in the way a lot if he wasn’t so in control of himself. While working, he wears black lipstick, since he thinks it makes him look more Cyanide-y. It actually makes him look kind of girly, but no one has dared to tell him yet.

The clothes he wears are usually purchased from a second hand stores, and usually consist of black jacket and a white-collar shirt, with black trousers. He doesn’t actually care about his looks very much, just wanting to look somewhat professional, but without going so far as to wear a tie.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Money
2. Ridiculous TV-soaps
3. Tea, insane amounts of

Dislikes:
1. People
2. Spending that money
3. Stilettos

Flaws:
1. Tends to stress a lot
2. Is way too cheap
3. Lack of faith in humankind

Summary:
Jay is all about control. The control of his body, the control of his temper and the control of his mind. His father was not the sanest person in the world, leaving Jay to fear the day he would be like him. Control is something he uses to keep that fear in bay. Tea is very helpful in that.

Jay can be rude and polite at the same time, unchangingly sarcastic and frighteningly pessimistic. He’s rather adamant in his hate towards humankind, but not completely anti-social, and he enjoys intelligent conversation. In his good moods, he’s even awkwardly charming in his own way. He doesn’t actually smile: For some reason, he thinks smiling is bad. He uses his hand to cover the rare bouts of humor, so whenever he’s holding a hand in front of his mouth in conversation, it most likely means he’s amused.

Jay dislikes touching people, and has never had a romantic relationship in his life. The very idea of sex, family or children leaves him horrified. The neat freak in his is afraid of the messiness of it, the anti-social part baring himself to another person and most of his personality just tends to regard every other person as a bit of an idiot. Of course, a person can feel more than one thing towards another person, which means that with a friend, the word “idiot” can be an endearment…

He stresses a lot, sleeps too little and eats barely to keep himself walking, though that’s partly because of his stinginess to buy food. He prefers to spend his evening at home, instead of going out like most of the people his age, unless it's business. He's awkward in social situations, usually discreetly trying to stay near the least threatening person and hope for the best.
He does not wish to discuss about the stilettos.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Mother Harley Bangs and father James Bangs

School Attended: Bridgewater school

Graduation Year: 2003

History:
Jay was born to a mad scientist of a father and quietly succumbing mother, into a big old house with no siblings. His father ignored him and his mother doted him. According to all this, he grew up to be quirky, strange kid who didn’t know how to get along with other children.
He was unnaturally serious boy, who focused on his studies, or at least in the areas that interested him. Jay soon discovered the magical world of chemistry, and buried himself into experiments and ignored the normal life around him.
He was bullied, somewhat, but he learned to hit back, and despite being skinny kid, was too vicious for the bullies to handle, so people learned to avoid him.


He grew up to be a teenager, and managed to make a few friends, despite his anti-social nature.
His mother, tired of the insanity of his father, run off to live with another woman, and Jay and his father were left alone together in the big house, in uncomfortable silence. This served at least to bring them together. In a way. They soon fell to comfortable routine of Jay telling just how much he hated his father and his father taking gleeful, masochistic pleasure from his son’s loathing.
Jay started wandering around in the city, meeting people and making acquaintances here and there. When nearing eighteen, the people he met started changing to more and more criminal sort, and sometimes Jay would help out one of these people with one of his chemicals, in exchange for certain amount of money. Slowly Jay started to form a plan in his mind, something for his future.

After going through the normal routines of graduation from school and moving out, with a little help from his father and an encouraging call from his mother, Jay started forming more stable connections to the underworld of New York.
It was a tricky business, as he soon learned, but he seemed to have natural talent for keeping the balance and making a deal. Gradually he became something of a mercenary in criminal word, his weapon his poison.
The moral side of killing people didn’t bother him too much. He enjoyed using his skills, and this was a way which earned him a lot, and relatively easily, as soon as he learned the right way to get the poison in his victim.

Code Word:
poof the magic fairy baby

Mad Skills;;

[Example of your Role-Playing] From another RP site focusing on vampires, werewolves and other creatures: A vampire hunter called Amelie, my most serious character ever.

Amelie stood on the roof of the building, looking up at the sky, her yellow eyes unblinking for a good while, before she had to call defeat and move her gaze. The snow was falling softly around her, the roofs before her turning slowly white and picturesque. She knew that the image down the street was not so sweet: In a big city the snow had hardly time to stay very long before melting or turning into gray mass.

No signs of bats here. Not that she had expected it, in this weather, but one could never know. Not like she had climbed up here to hunt: It was only a need of solitude that had driven her here, in the lonesome roof where the buzz of streets could only be heard faintly. She had grown up in an old house, with woods and countryside surrounding it, and never quite got used to the big cities, which caused her to feel uncomfortable, like an animal in wrong surrounding.

She had found vampires in London, yes, but not the ones she was looking. That vampire in the bar had not been much of a use, the information he had given had been old and the tracks had gone cold. She wasn't going to give up, though. She had all the time in the world to continue her hunt. She knew he was in London, and it was just a matter of finding him.

Absently, she walked through the roof, her mind wandering, as she cracked and rubbed her knuckles. She had encountered a gang of young men before coming up. They had been rather irked over something and had sought to release their anger to Amelie. Unfortunately, Amelie had not been in the mood for that, and after breaking a few bones, the youngsters decided not to stick around.

Wait, what was that? The tall woman’s eyes narrowed as she saw something on another roof near the one her occupied. A small figure crouching next to an air went. Apparently someone else needed solitude too. Curiosity, and something else pressing her mind, she moved like a big cat going after her prey, her steps soft and soundless. After all, bats could fly…

She landed on the roof with a soft thud, and thought for a moment she had been heard, but the figure, (A young woman?) seemed too intent on examining something on her hands to notice. Amelie stalked closer and her eyes widened when she saw what the young woman (Since the figure was a woman, she could see it now, though what a pitifully skinny woman. And there was something off with her...) was holding.

“I wouldn’t try that, if I were you,” she said, her voice coarse and low, almost a whisper. She wasn’t used to talking a lot these days. Her words surprised herself: She hadn't even meant to talk to the woman. Oh well...She wasn't a vampire, Amelie could see that.
“Cocaine is not the most dangerous drug, but it’s as addictive as the others,” she continued, her expression sneering and mixed with disgust and scorn.

[Isi Runasimi]

Great. Accepted!