Jacob is a fairly good looking guy, standing just under six foot. He is compact, defined and thick, extensive training developing a silhouette of muscle that makes him look shorter than he actually is. As a human, he is a powerhouse. He has lightly sun bleached hair which he keeps short and usually pomaded, and is fairly tan. Eyes are a striking blue.
He is just as comfortable in full and half suits as he is shirtless in boxing or swimming shorts. His collection of suits is precious to him, physique making them difficult to find with the range of motion needed to execute his sometimes needed duties as a bouncer.
He can be clean shaven or neatly scruffed depending on mood or how many days he has off from work. Appearance in public is always well put together. At his beachfront bachelor pad, it can be a different story.
Jacob is a clever imp, metaphorically speaking. Sweet, playful, amiable and always ready to flash a smile and charm a girl, he is still highly unpredictable to the casual observer, keeping visitors to Shadow on their toes. He can be seen escorting a drunk asshole from the club while telling him a dirty joke along the way, as well as setting his jaw and taking out the same jerk when if he decides to refuse the head bouncer's simple requests. His loyalty to his boss is unshakable, and he takes his position as serious as they come-both as a bouncer and upholding the secrecy of his position of a Sheut Nation Regulator. His goal for Shadow is order, a pleasurable stay, and making sure the club runs like a well oiled machine. If he has some fun along the way, it's a huge plus.
He’s a major flirt when it comes to the ladies, preferring intimate whirlwind female company like he enjoys his drinks; hot and fast. Very few are ever able to get further than that. He rarely if ever takes anyone home that he meets, and even fewer get past a one night stand. Highly guarded, the extrovert personality is a clever guise to cover his solitary personal time filled with training, running, swimming, surfing, and working on his 1969 Mustang in his garage.
When on duty, nothing escapes his attention. He spends a great deal of time speaking with patrons. His surly personality can drastically change the mood of the people he’s with. If the energy is low or tense, he can energize or diffuse any situation through just his flirty personality- heading off more problems that way than tossing people out on their ass. His laugh is contagious, a constant staple to patrons. Though slick and personable, it never comes off as fake.
-Engraved Dogtags (From Brother)
-Browning Hi Power (Loaded)
-Sleek and simple bachelor's flat on his own beach.
-Small connected garage with a 1969 Ford Mustang Fastback in pieces and a black Honda RC212V motorcycle he drives to work.
-Collection of vintage surfboards, vinyl records and leather jackets.
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STAFF APPROVED ABILITIES/SKILLS/HISTORY
POWER – Replication
DESCRIPTION – Jacob is able to copy his physical appearance up to two bodies identical to his own. He controls them as one would their own body. Because they are fractions of his consciousness amplified into a physical body and connected through the use of mana, there can be drastic consequences (explained below) if injured. They are not copycats or echoes of himself; they move completely independent of each other- the effect much like twins or triplets. They can be dressed differently or the same depending on what he wants. He has even named them and refers to them as his brothers in order allow others to believe they are real.
CREATION – Jacob engages mana and focus to create the duplicates- needing intense meditation to bring these other forms to life through composition of matter (much like a 3D printer). It typically takes almost an hour to physically manipulate the forms to completion and project his consciousness to give them life and make them move.
LENGTH – Depends solely on the amount of actions/tasks that he asks of his copies; lasting anywhere from minutes (in a fight situation- extremely dangerous to his health) to five or six hours. The more activity, the less time they can be maintained. In the few minutes before the duplicates vanish, they will begin to slow down to a resting state and become static. At the time of release, he retrieves his projected consciousness and they break into small bits of mana, dispersed back into the mana pool.
CONSEQUENCES – His copies can be hurt and even killed, the subsequent consequences to his own health severe. Doubles can take punches- and he will feel it, their fatigue/injury wearing on his stamina and ability to hold them together. The more damage they take, the greater the risk his connection to them will fail and he will be unable to retrieve his projected consciousness. If one dies, his mind will start to collapse in on itself- rendering him disoriented and unable to function unless he can reel in his consciousness before the disconnect. If both doubles are killed there is an extremely high risk of falling into a comatose state, a vegetative state, and even death- the fractured mind irreparable for basic human function.
POWER- Pheromone Manipulation
DESCRIPTION- Jacob is able to manipulate his body's chemical reactions and project them in the form of pheromones. They can be attractive, calming or even repulsive and nauseating if he wants.
CREATION- A scratch of his skin is all it takes to get it started. He finds he has to be extremely careful when sweating as well. As soon as his own blood, lymph, saliva, or salt from perspiration hits his skin he can turn on the chemical cocktail. It doesn't instantly happen, he has to turn it on- though sometimes there may be a residual linger of his own male pheromones. Usually, he licks his thumb and rubs a portion of his body briefly- the back of his hand a preferred spot that doesn't attract a lot of attention. If he licks his lips, the impish rogue is up to something.
LENGTH- He cannot keep a continuous reaction for longer than a few minutes- it just doesn't work and will lead to disastrous consequences, therefore he uses it in small bursts in attempts to control where it goes. Though the layover to others may be slight, he's found that it's controlled best in extremely brief pushes. After released, they are present similar to a perfumed scent until physically dissipated through air circulation. He can also transfer it to another persons skin; if he licks his lips before kissing someone on the cheek, it will stay with them until washed off- his own version of his phone number on a napkin.
CONSEQUENCES- To others, they are harmless pheromones that trigger positive or negative stimulation in the brain. For himself, fatigue and extreme social consequences- including a shitload of pissed boyfriends. Since he has no control over how many can be reached, it's a crapshoot that he's not willing to risk very often. If the intended target needs to calm, he can accidentally kill the party's vibe if the air circulation is recycled. If he intends to nauseate or repulse someone, the entire room will fall victim to it as well- a phenomenon he found out the hard way.
- Martial Arts: Before Resonance he was a three time world champion of Mixed Martial Arts.
-Avid Surfer, Swimmer, Runner, and enjoyed "Iron Man" type competitions also before the Resonance.
-Good old fashioned mechanical skill, able to fix any car that isn't computerized.
-Loves to read, can devour a novel in a day- particularly fond of Harlequin romances.
“Someone once told me that it takes a great man to change the world...”
They took Greg, out of everyone on the planet, they took Greg. The man who defended him from punches, who helped him through the struggles of his parents' fighting and eventual split. He was more than a brother to Jacob, he was his best friend. Whenever dad would try and attack him, reeking of booze, Greg would be there to hide him away. He was Jacob’s only light through a very dark time, and he had been killed long before his physical body died.
It was Greg who taught him to fight and the value of a sense of humor before heading off to the Armed Forces when he graduated. He would teach Jacob discipline with a smile, which would spark his interest in the art itself. He would use the discipline as an escape, and something that could potentially save him from the powerful hits to the face by his horrific father. After Greg was deployed and sent away the seriousness of his father’s abuse came to life. Now separated from his brother and mother, he was left with only his father. He would now be broken with pain and fear, or take a foothold and become a mental and physical powerhouse.
His father was poor, spent everything on liquor and nothing on his son. So he had to work to afford the lessons, any spare time he had he would run track, swim, or go to the free gym, making him one of the most physically capable people around. Soon he was big enough that even his father knew better than to antagonize him. He moved out before graduating high school to live on his own, working various jobs, and all the while continued to take classes as he rose through the ranks of martial arts.
He was twenty when the tragedy hit. His brother came back, broken and suffering from PTSD. There was nothing that could be said or done by Jacob to try and revive Greg to his old self, he was just miserable in life, and wanting nothing more than to die. It was Christmas Eve when he took his own life; leaving a small shaky note and his dog-tags, explaining that if there was such thing as a soul that his would be tied to the metal tags. At the bottom of the note, the great man quote was posted in sloppy writing- telling Jacob that he was a great man, and that he could make a difference.
Jacob delved into a dark depression, everything fell away' training, humor, the quick smile- he had lost interest in life itself. Oddly enough, his father came to visit him for the first time in four years. He had been seeking help, and wished his best for his son. For a while Jacob blamed his father for what happened, but in the end he realized that his father had nothing to do with the death of his kin. He would just have to face the fact that Greg was his own killer, and there was nothing that anyone would have been able to do.
He moved on from everything that tied him down, and focused solely on his career in his arts. Whenever someone asks about his past, he is evasive and spins the attention back on the curious. He doesn't want to go backwards, anything but that.
Traveling the world and gaining hard fought respect was all he knew until the Resonance. His powers were quite real, and threw him off a disciplined game. He had a difficult time trying to overcome and master the new powers, now with full control of his abilities.
Working at Shadow, he can always be seen with a smile on his face, having decided to put down roots with the opportunity allowed him by Gabriele Salvatierra, the owner of Shadow. He dreams of traveling the world again but given the state of it, it's a distant dream. Gabriele took in the quirky stray and gave him a reason to rekindle the inner fire that had left him for a time. Wanting to do whatever he could to help those who helped him, he accepted a Regulator position within the Sheut Nation and takes his new responsibilities in perfect stride- with humor, disciplined inner fire and a deep laugh that is nothing short of contagious.