Post by Elek on Jun 27, 2010 18:28:22 GMT -5
General Information:
[glow=red,2,300]So, what’s your name?[/glow]
My name is Gunnery Sergeant Mackenzie Jacobs
[glow=red,2,300]How long have you been around?[/glow]
I’ve been around for 26 years.
[glow=red,2,300]What exactly are you?[/glow]
I’m not sure, but I think I’m a vampire.
[glow=red,2,300]So are you a man or a woman?[/glow]
What? Are you blind? I’m a guy.
[glow=red,2,300]How do you swing?[/glow]
Uh, yeah, I like chicks. But I'm faithful to my wife.
[glow=red,2,300]When should we put the candles on the cake?[/glow]
On the 4th of July
Appearance:
[glow=red,2,300]Are you tall enough for this ride?[/glow]
I don’t know, is 192cm tall enough?
[glow=red,2,300]How much do you weigh?[/glow]
I weigh about 90kg, but I work out so most of its muscle.
[glow=red,2,300]Who do you look like?[/glow]
People tell me I look like Channing Tatum
[glow=red,2,300]So, what are you wearing?[/glow]
Uh, my uniform, but I’d rather be in Jeans, a t-shirt and running shoes.
[glow=red,2,300]What about the bling?[/glow]
Basically, all I have are my dog tags and my watch. That’s it.
Background:
[glow=red,2,300]So tell me about yourself.[/glow]
Up until last week, I was a soldier, fighting for my country. Suddenly I found myself climbing out of a coffin in the states. From what I can remember, I was with my unit; we were deep in the desert on patrol. My squad was sent to recon the ridge to the north. The rest of the unit got caught up in heavy enemy fire and had to relocate fast. That meant leaving us behind until they could come back for us. We knew they would be back so we settled in for the night up in the rocks on the ridge. My buddy Sam was keeping watch but, I guess he fell asleep. Next think I know, I’m waking up to the face of the most beautiful man, yes, I said man, hard to believe coming from a big tough Marine. He had a grip on me like a vice, I couldn’t move. He was looking at the picture of my wife that I carried in my pocket. “Lovely woman.” He said in a voice like honey. He took my wallet and pulled out my ID. “I’m going to enjoy her.” I struggled to break free of his vice like grip, “You leave her alone!” I growled at him but I couldn’t move because he was too strong. “I don’t think I will.” He said with a sickening smile. Then, he bit me! That son of a bitch bit me right on the neck, and let me tell you, it hurt like a mother fucker. I hate to say it but I screamed like a newborn baby. Next thing I knew, the enemy was unloading a barrage of 50 caliber bullets into the side of the ridge and the man took off. Me, on the other hand, took a bullet, right in the head.
In the morning, my unit returned to find two of us dead. One of them was me. Only I wasn’t dead, my heart was just beating real slowly. But they put me in a body bag, then in a box and stuck me on a plane. I was in so much pain but the bullet in my head made it so I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t scream. All I could think about was my wife. I had to get to her, to save her but I couldn’t move. The trip took 6 days, and on the last day, my barely beating heart began to beat at a frantic pace and I hoped someone discovered it before they put me in the ground. That last day was the most painful experience of my life and when the pain stopped, so did my heart. I must have passed out because I woke up with a thirst like I never felt in my entire life. I clawed my way out of the body bag and tried to push the lid off the box. But it wouldn’t budge. They had buried me….
[glow=red,2,300]Who do you belong to?[/glow]
I guess you could say I belong to my wife.
[glow=red,2,300]Where to you live?[/glow]
I used to live in Forks, Washington
[glow=red,2,300]Are you in school?[/glow]
Hello? I’m in the Marine Corps.
Personality:
[glow=red,2,300]So, what do you like to eat?[/glow]
Right now, I’d kill for some blood, any blood.
[glow=red,2,300]What foods make you hurl?[/glow]
The thought of eating anything else makes me want to hurl.
[glow=red,2,300]What do you like to do?[/glow]
Normally, I like to play sports. Football, baseball, basketball, running and especially beach volleyball.
[glow=red,2,300]That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?[/glow]
Im a badass. I don’t take no shit from no one. I do what I gotta do to get things done. I have a bit of a temper but I can control it when I need to. I have strong leadership qualities and I like to be the hero type.
[glow=red,2,300]So, what’s so good about you?[/glow]
I’m strong, brave, healthy, smart, curious and reasonable. I love my wife with all my heart and soul and will do anything to get to her before the monster who made me what I am, gets to her.
[glow=red,2,300]Do you have any flaws?[/glow]
Maybe my temper needs a little work. I think that the fact that I want to sink my teeth into anything that moves is a flaw. My eyes are red so people look at me funny, if I get close enough to them for them to see them, I’m AWOL from my platoon and I never picked up my last paycheck. Not to mention, everyone I now thinks I’m dead, and I don’t know what how to deal with what I am.
Other:
[glow=red,2,300]What else can you tell me?[/glow]
There really isn’t anything else to tell, other than I’m going to get to my wife and save her from that monster before he can get to her.
[glow=red,2,300]Can you do anything cool?[/glow]
Funny you should ask, aside from all my senses being on crack and being stronger and faster than I ever was before, I can make things explode, just by looking at them. I thought it was pretty cool until a squirrel startled me. It wasn’t pretty.
[glow=red,2,300]Show us your stuff.[/glow]
It was dark, too dark, and quiet, too quiet.The pain that had engulfed his body like a wild fire had finally subsided. Now, it was dark and quiet. He could feel the soft, satiny lining of the box? He was in. He felt it with his hands and wondered where the hell he was. “Hello?” he shouted, pushing up on the box.
His throat burned with a thirst like nothing he ever felt. He was almost frantic for…blood? Gross! No…not gross…not gross at all. He had to have it and nothing sounded more delicious. “HELLO!!” he shouted again.
How did he get here? What was the last thing he remembered? The face, he remembered the man with the beautiful face. No, that wasn’t the last thing…the last thing was the man biting him, the screaming and then the bullet. He reached his hand to his head and felt where the bullet hole should have been but found nothing but his barracks cover...his barracks cover?? What the fuck? His hands went to his chest and he felt his medals pinned to his…dress blues? Why the hell was he in his dress blues?
It suddenly dawned on him, he was…in a coffin! He was buried!
He began digging frantically at the top of the box and was surprised that his nails sliced through the lining and the wood easily. As he broke through the wood, dirt caved in on him and he stopped. He didn't know he didn't need to breathe so he stopped digging for fear that he would suffocate.
“HELLO?!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! I’M NOT DEAD!!!” he shouted. He tried pushing up on the coffin lid, only to have dirt cave in on him more. “FUCK!!! SOMEBODY!!! ANYBODY!!! HELP ME!!!”
[glow=red,2,300]So, what’s your name?[/glow]
My name is Gunnery Sergeant Mackenzie Jacobs
[glow=red,2,300]How long have you been around?[/glow]
I’ve been around for 26 years.
[glow=red,2,300]What exactly are you?[/glow]
I’m not sure, but I think I’m a vampire.
[glow=red,2,300]So are you a man or a woman?[/glow]
What? Are you blind? I’m a guy.
[glow=red,2,300]How do you swing?[/glow]
Uh, yeah, I like chicks. But I'm faithful to my wife.
[glow=red,2,300]When should we put the candles on the cake?[/glow]
On the 4th of July
Appearance:
[glow=red,2,300]Are you tall enough for this ride?[/glow]
I don’t know, is 192cm tall enough?
[glow=red,2,300]How much do you weigh?[/glow]
I weigh about 90kg, but I work out so most of its muscle.
[glow=red,2,300]Who do you look like?[/glow]
People tell me I look like Channing Tatum
[glow=red,2,300]So, what are you wearing?[/glow]
Uh, my uniform, but I’d rather be in Jeans, a t-shirt and running shoes.
[glow=red,2,300]What about the bling?[/glow]
Basically, all I have are my dog tags and my watch. That’s it.
Background:
[glow=red,2,300]So tell me about yourself.[/glow]
Up until last week, I was a soldier, fighting for my country. Suddenly I found myself climbing out of a coffin in the states. From what I can remember, I was with my unit; we were deep in the desert on patrol. My squad was sent to recon the ridge to the north. The rest of the unit got caught up in heavy enemy fire and had to relocate fast. That meant leaving us behind until they could come back for us. We knew they would be back so we settled in for the night up in the rocks on the ridge. My buddy Sam was keeping watch but, I guess he fell asleep. Next think I know, I’m waking up to the face of the most beautiful man, yes, I said man, hard to believe coming from a big tough Marine. He had a grip on me like a vice, I couldn’t move. He was looking at the picture of my wife that I carried in my pocket. “Lovely woman.” He said in a voice like honey. He took my wallet and pulled out my ID. “I’m going to enjoy her.” I struggled to break free of his vice like grip, “You leave her alone!” I growled at him but I couldn’t move because he was too strong. “I don’t think I will.” He said with a sickening smile. Then, he bit me! That son of a bitch bit me right on the neck, and let me tell you, it hurt like a mother fucker. I hate to say it but I screamed like a newborn baby. Next thing I knew, the enemy was unloading a barrage of 50 caliber bullets into the side of the ridge and the man took off. Me, on the other hand, took a bullet, right in the head.
In the morning, my unit returned to find two of us dead. One of them was me. Only I wasn’t dead, my heart was just beating real slowly. But they put me in a body bag, then in a box and stuck me on a plane. I was in so much pain but the bullet in my head made it so I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t scream. All I could think about was my wife. I had to get to her, to save her but I couldn’t move. The trip took 6 days, and on the last day, my barely beating heart began to beat at a frantic pace and I hoped someone discovered it before they put me in the ground. That last day was the most painful experience of my life and when the pain stopped, so did my heart. I must have passed out because I woke up with a thirst like I never felt in my entire life. I clawed my way out of the body bag and tried to push the lid off the box. But it wouldn’t budge. They had buried me….
[glow=red,2,300]Who do you belong to?[/glow]
I guess you could say I belong to my wife.
[glow=red,2,300]Where to you live?[/glow]
I used to live in Forks, Washington
[glow=red,2,300]Are you in school?[/glow]
Hello? I’m in the Marine Corps.
Personality:
[glow=red,2,300]So, what do you like to eat?[/glow]
Right now, I’d kill for some blood, any blood.
[glow=red,2,300]What foods make you hurl?[/glow]
The thought of eating anything else makes me want to hurl.
[glow=red,2,300]What do you like to do?[/glow]
Normally, I like to play sports. Football, baseball, basketball, running and especially beach volleyball.
[glow=red,2,300]That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?[/glow]
Im a badass. I don’t take no shit from no one. I do what I gotta do to get things done. I have a bit of a temper but I can control it when I need to. I have strong leadership qualities and I like to be the hero type.
[glow=red,2,300]So, what’s so good about you?[/glow]
I’m strong, brave, healthy, smart, curious and reasonable. I love my wife with all my heart and soul and will do anything to get to her before the monster who made me what I am, gets to her.
[glow=red,2,300]Do you have any flaws?[/glow]
Maybe my temper needs a little work. I think that the fact that I want to sink my teeth into anything that moves is a flaw. My eyes are red so people look at me funny, if I get close enough to them for them to see them, I’m AWOL from my platoon and I never picked up my last paycheck. Not to mention, everyone I now thinks I’m dead, and I don’t know what how to deal with what I am.
Other:
[glow=red,2,300]What else can you tell me?[/glow]
There really isn’t anything else to tell, other than I’m going to get to my wife and save her from that monster before he can get to her.
[glow=red,2,300]Can you do anything cool?[/glow]
Funny you should ask, aside from all my senses being on crack and being stronger and faster than I ever was before, I can make things explode, just by looking at them. I thought it was pretty cool until a squirrel startled me. It wasn’t pretty.
[glow=red,2,300]Show us your stuff.[/glow]
It was dark, too dark, and quiet, too quiet.The pain that had engulfed his body like a wild fire had finally subsided. Now, it was dark and quiet. He could feel the soft, satiny lining of the box? He was in. He felt it with his hands and wondered where the hell he was. “Hello?” he shouted, pushing up on the box.
His throat burned with a thirst like nothing he ever felt. He was almost frantic for…blood? Gross! No…not gross…not gross at all. He had to have it and nothing sounded more delicious. “HELLO!!” he shouted again.
How did he get here? What was the last thing he remembered? The face, he remembered the man with the beautiful face. No, that wasn’t the last thing…the last thing was the man biting him, the screaming and then the bullet. He reached his hand to his head and felt where the bullet hole should have been but found nothing but his barracks cover...his barracks cover?? What the fuck? His hands went to his chest and he felt his medals pinned to his…dress blues? Why the hell was he in his dress blues?
It suddenly dawned on him, he was…in a coffin! He was buried!
He began digging frantically at the top of the box and was surprised that his nails sliced through the lining and the wood easily. As he broke through the wood, dirt caved in on him and he stopped. He didn't know he didn't need to breathe so he stopped digging for fear that he would suffocate.
“HELLO?!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! I’M NOT DEAD!!!” he shouted. He tried pushing up on the coffin lid, only to have dirt cave in on him more. “FUCK!!! SOMEBODY!!! ANYBODY!!! HELP ME!!!”
