Jessi Blades
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| Player | Joshua Schwartz |
| Court | No |
| Kith | Razorhand |
| Seeming | Darkling |
| City | Los Angeles |
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[edit] Overview
Alias(es): Jessi Blades
Real Name: Jessica
Apparent Age: 17
Concept: Younger sibling, killer, antagonist, dark side, Yin
Entitlement: None apparent
Physical description
- Mask:Well toned and somewhat intimidating, long dark haired male in his mid to late teens. Jessi tends to favor dark colors, and his clothing is always very functional with many pockets. Jessi tends to look at his hands a lot as well as constantly running his fingers across hard surfaces. His mannerisms can be unusually feminine at times, while his voice is higher pitched than the male average and frequently giggles. Jessi rarely has anything in his pockets other than knives (of multiple varieties) and lint.
- Mien:To Changelings, Jessi's appearance can be rather disturbing. Built on a very narrow and slender frame and wrapped in ebon black skin that obscures many of his features. His fingers are extended, between 6 to 12 inches each, with an extra joint in each while tipped with viciously sharp nails. His long dark hair appears more like dreadlocks of solid shadow that blend perfectly with his skin while his eyes have a soft green glow to them. When running his hands over hard surfaces, Changelings would see that he is actually sharpening his nails.
Relevant Mechanics:
Lethal Mien: Even without his Kith blessing of the Ripper's Gift, Jessi's talon like nails at the ends of his fingers always maintain a lethal edge to them which he meticulously maintains and takes great pleasure in surprising people with.
The Wrong Foot: Occassionally, Jessi's tracks have been known to be replaced by the tracks of a large canine, presumably a large wolf.
Character Livejournal:
[edit] Character Information
[edit] Known History
Basic Timeline:
- July 4, 1994 - Brother, Morgan is born (male)
- 1996 - Jessica is born (female)
- Feb 14, 2001 - Parents Murdered
- 2001 to 2006 - passed from foster home to foster home
- 2006 - fostered by the people who would become their adoptive parents
- Sept 27, 2007 - Adopted, Jessi and Morgan are as happy as they've been since before their parents' death.
- July 15, 2008 - Taken by The Director
- TIME IN ARCADIA:
- Jessi is made into a Dual Kith Razorhands/Render and cast as a villain figure in countless of the Keeper's stories
- Morgan and Jessi seem to be in Arcadia for 5 years
- Morgan convinces Jessi to escape with him.
- Keeper finds out and punishes them by sending them back to Earth... but on his terms.
- Keeper takes both their memories, changes their genders, changes Jessi from Dual Kith Razorhands/Render down to just a Razorhand and changes Morgan from Bright One to Weisse Frau, then sends them separately back through the Hedge.
- September 6, 2008 - Morgan (now Female) and Jessi (now Male) are returned to Earth.
Current Activities: Jessi's current activities since emerging from the Hedge are trying to regain many of his lost memories, as well as cementing his kinship with the other 'Newbies' that emerged from the Hedge with him
Merit Details: Jessi Blades is know for his speed and grace in combat, be it with his knives or his claws. He's faster and shows more finesse than many others do in combat, favoring quick in-and-out and hit-and-run type attacks to wear down his opponent before closing in for the kill. Jessi is also know for being drawn to, and frequently causing, fear.
Background: The mugger is running, panting for breath down the alleyway. He doesn’t realize that another fifty feet ahead of him is a dead end. Poetically ironic. He slams into the wall as if he expected it to fall over or burst apart, like if he were Superman hitting the wall to get at the bad guys inside. He’s still clutching his bleeding hand as he looks back at me, his skin going white, probably from the blood loss. His eyes dart all around him, desperate to find something, anything, to defend himself with. I know that look. It’s the look prey gets when the predator has it cornered. It’s a look of blindly driven desperation. Its terror, pure and tasty fear. I’ve learned that this is the easiest way for me to get the juice I need to fuel my new nifty powers…Glamour they call it.
My nails rake along the walls of the alley as I giggle, absorbing the Glamour coming off this guy like I were some fat ass at an all-you-can-eat buffet. “Fuck man…what do you want? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t mean…I just need the money…” He’s begging, pleading as I come closer. “Oh god, please don’t kill me…” That makes something click. Another tumbler rolling into place in my head. I’ve heard that phrase so many times, but they were all in the Other Place. I’ve been out here for four days and things keep stirring up the black mire that is my memory of that place… I remember…flashes. The glint of metal, the splashing of blood, the raw primal rush of the kill…the begging that came before it. But there are other things that don’t make sense…I remember applause, thunderous applause like God himself was watching the big Football game with his buddies and I just scored a touch down…and I remember something bright…so bright it hurt… “Hey…a-are you gonna let me go man?” The voice snaps me back to reality. I smile. “First we’re going to play a game…” I say. Man. That word just feels…wrong. I mean, physically I’m male. Kinda hard to miss that but…it just doesn’t seem right. This guy just bought himself 5 more minutes of life that he’s going to be begging not to have.
The game I play with him is slow, I make sure that one of the first things I cut are his vocal cords…screaming attracts unwanted attention, and while I don’t mind having more people to play with, this is more a 1-on-1 game. This game is ‘Can You Survive Long Enough For Me To Get Bored.’ He loses.
I take the $150 from his pockets as well as three watches, a necklace and a pair of cellphones from him. I’m willing to bet when he walked outside all he head was that shitty snub nosed revolver he pulled on me right before I relieved him of it and all the fingers on his right hand.
The Gutter Knights need as much cash as we can get right now. Fuckin Freehold. Those fucks started talking down to us the second we tumbled back into this world. Sally might like the necklace…or Shelagh. The watches will keep Stripe busy for a few minutes, something else to break…I swear if he breaks the TV again I’m going to give him a very close haircut.
Sally…I think she has a crush on me or something, I keep catching her staring at me. At my claws. Then again, Shelagh does the same thing, but there’s something more to it with Sally. Neither of us can remember much of anything about the Other Place, though I seem to remember a bit more than she does. She remembers her life before than, I don’t remember a damn thing of that. There’s something…familiar about her though.
Why is it every time someone mentions a sibling an alarm goes off in my head?
I break the blade I used to play with that mugger, tossing the handle into a burning trashcan that some bums were using to warm themselves about 3 blocks away before tossing the blade down into the sewer 4 blocks from there then slipping into another alley and burning the bloodsoaked gloves I was wearing. This is all seemingly second nature to me…
I finally head back to the motel where the other Knights and I have been crashing out since we decided we’re better off with each other than with those fucking idiots of the Freehold. It’s funny really, they act like they’re so high any mighty, but they treat us like dirt…awfully like the very things we’re ‘supposed’ to be free of…fucking hypocrites.
“Hey kid…you better get home, there’s monsters out there…” The old homeless guy is the same one that’s been camped under the same streetlamp a half a block from our motel since we found the place. Motherfucker hasn’t moved an inch in four days. “I know…” I say with a smile, leaning over him a bit before whispering, “…I’m one of them.”
My name is Jessi Blades, Gutter Knight, and I’m very very bored…
Wanna play?
[edit] Motley
The Gutter Knights:
- Sally White: "This girl seems alright...though I can't shake this eerie feeling I get whenever I look at her...something familiar...something I should know..."
- Stripe: "He popped out of the Hedge with me...seems fun enough. We could make a pretty mean duo on our own, vicious little Gremlin that he is...just needs to be pushed in the right direction to break the right things."
- Shelagh: "Cute little Raccoon Beastie, but I can smell blood on her and I know another killer when I see one...she's quick like me and like blades almost as much as I do...I think I'll keep her."
[edit] Allies
- Bill Blue: "Of all the asshats and fucksticks I met that first day, Bill was by far the least asshat-ish and engaged in no fuckstickery that I could see. He treated me pretty good, and my mates as well. He's good in my book."
[edit] Enemies
[edit] Character Inspirations
- Freddy Kruegar: Okay, seriously, what Razorhand ISN'T inspired by him??
- Riddick: Brutal, confident and cold. "Did NOT know who he was fuckin' with..."
- Heath Ledger's Joker: Crazed, unpredictable and oh so wonderful. "I'm an Agent of Chaos..."
[edit] Soundtrack
- Razor Sharp by Collide
- My Weakness by Moby
- Eye by Smashing Pumpkins
- Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge
- Machinehead by Bush
- Surfacing by Slipknot
- Kill Tomorrow by Mushroomhead
- Can Not Believe My Eyes from Dr. Horribles Sing-A-Long Blog
- Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
[edit] Quotes
"Aww...but I wanna play..."
"Is it just me, or is this whole place filled with ass-hats?"
[edit] Rumors
Categories: Character | Razorhand | No | Darkling | Changeling
