Post by iris on Jun 26, 2010 20:12:06 GMT -5
Name/Nickname:
Jared Hammell
Age:
27 – looks maybe a bit older.
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'2”
Weight:
277 lb with parasite – 258 lb without.
Alignment:
Neutral Good
Affliction:
Jared carries an alien parasite in his stomach. This parasite is a bit Lovecraftian in appearance, having a squidface and slimy, dark green skin. It's about the size of a small cat, and lives buried in Jared's gut – it has bonded with him, and serves as his digestive system. Rather than eating on his own, he must feed the parasite that burrows out of his stomach and eagerly wolfs down whatever it is given. It crawls in and out through Jared's navel, which oddly enough does not cause pain.
Nationality:
American. Jared is from Atlanta, GA, but fled cross-country after his 'accident'.
Occupation:
He used to be in pest control. Currently jobless.
Skills and Abilities:
Fairly intelligent, strategic thinker, good with animals.
Weaknesses:
The parasite has to eat every three hours, which can make long trips out-of-doors dangerous.
Relationships:
He has family in Georgia but hasn't talked to them since he left.
Personality:
He's always been good with animals, and at work he tried to use the most humane methods he knew of to remove them from people's homes, garages, closets, etc. Except for bugs. He hated bugs. He gassed them with extreme prejudice.
Before he was sent into that old house just outside of Savannah, anyway. Now he's a bit more paranoid, a bit more instinctual about self-preservation. Still a nice guy once you get to know him, but quite a bit less friendly initially.
Appearance:
He looks fairly average for his age and size, a bit heavier around the waist and upper arms but not obese. He tries to keep a clean shave, and keeps his straight brown hair short. His eyes are brown, his skin tanned, and he's pretty strong. When carrying the parasite he has a noticeable gut, but otherwise he's just got a small spare tire there.
Also. PICSHUR! And yes, I drew it for this character, for Bridgeport. C:
History:
Middle child of three, he grew up in a fairly happy Methodist home with supportive parents. Never went to college, but he did work with a charity program building houses for people, and he volunteered with a clean-up crew for six months after hurricane Katrina struck. He was always giving people a hand, but he eventually had to get a job, and after bouncing for a few years he landed a position with a pest-control company where he spent five years.
That all ended when, during vacation, he went to go help an aging friend of the family in Savannah. Mary Lou had called him, saying there was something scuttling around in her attic lately, and he agreed to come get rid of it for her gratis, on the condition that she go somewhere else while he was working as he didn't want her to accidentally get in the way if something went wrong. Upon arrival, he heard the thing skittering above them, but it didn't sound like a raccoon or possum or any other vermin he'd dealt with before. He went upstairs with a baited trap, and had barely set it down when the parasite leaped out of the shadows, tearing through his shirt and burrowing into his stomach.
He lay on the bottom of the stairs for a good hour, and Mary Lou found him there when she got home. Finding his shirt torn but no blood or injuries, he assumed he had caught his shirt on a nail, tripped and hit his head, and the whole thing had been a dream. However, an hour later, during the trip back to his apartment in Atlanta, the parasite crawled out of his stomach, causing him to swerve and create a major pile-up. In the ensuing madness the parasite grabbed the sandwich Jared had had surprisingly little interest in eating and burrowed back into his stomach. Jared crawled out of his surprisingly intact truck and fled into the woods on the side of the road, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. When he grasped the basics, he went a little crazy.
Then he left. Following rumors and whispers of a sanctuary on the west coast, he packed up what little he owned in the beat-up red Ford and headed northwest, hoping to find someone who might know something about the parasite.
Anything Else:
The parasite is completely bonded with Jared. It can't bond with anyone else and won't attempt to, though it may bite if someone other than Jared touches it. It occasionally crawls out simply out of curiosity about its surroundings, though it never wanders far, and once in a while if Jared is spaced out reading or something it will lay in his lap and fall asleep there. D'awww.
If he tries to eat normally, with or without the parasite, he'll immediately throw up what he swallowed, because his esophagus is closed at the bottom. Poor guy. He'll miss sweet tea the most.
Of course, this also means he can't get sick from food poisoning, and the parasite can eat ANYTHING organic, even stuff that would normally be toxic.
Jared Hammell
Age:
27 – looks maybe a bit older.
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'2”
Weight:
277 lb with parasite – 258 lb without.
Alignment:
Neutral Good
Affliction:
Jared carries an alien parasite in his stomach. This parasite is a bit Lovecraftian in appearance, having a squidface and slimy, dark green skin. It's about the size of a small cat, and lives buried in Jared's gut – it has bonded with him, and serves as his digestive system. Rather than eating on his own, he must feed the parasite that burrows out of his stomach and eagerly wolfs down whatever it is given. It crawls in and out through Jared's navel, which oddly enough does not cause pain.
Nationality:
American. Jared is from Atlanta, GA, but fled cross-country after his 'accident'.
Occupation:
He used to be in pest control. Currently jobless.
Skills and Abilities:
Fairly intelligent, strategic thinker, good with animals.
Weaknesses:
The parasite has to eat every three hours, which can make long trips out-of-doors dangerous.
Relationships:
He has family in Georgia but hasn't talked to them since he left.
Personality:
He's always been good with animals, and at work he tried to use the most humane methods he knew of to remove them from people's homes, garages, closets, etc. Except for bugs. He hated bugs. He gassed them with extreme prejudice.
Before he was sent into that old house just outside of Savannah, anyway. Now he's a bit more paranoid, a bit more instinctual about self-preservation. Still a nice guy once you get to know him, but quite a bit less friendly initially.
Appearance:
He looks fairly average for his age and size, a bit heavier around the waist and upper arms but not obese. He tries to keep a clean shave, and keeps his straight brown hair short. His eyes are brown, his skin tanned, and he's pretty strong. When carrying the parasite he has a noticeable gut, but otherwise he's just got a small spare tire there.
Also. PICSHUR! And yes, I drew it for this character, for Bridgeport. C:
History:
Middle child of three, he grew up in a fairly happy Methodist home with supportive parents. Never went to college, but he did work with a charity program building houses for people, and he volunteered with a clean-up crew for six months after hurricane Katrina struck. He was always giving people a hand, but he eventually had to get a job, and after bouncing for a few years he landed a position with a pest-control company where he spent five years.
That all ended when, during vacation, he went to go help an aging friend of the family in Savannah. Mary Lou had called him, saying there was something scuttling around in her attic lately, and he agreed to come get rid of it for her gratis, on the condition that she go somewhere else while he was working as he didn't want her to accidentally get in the way if something went wrong. Upon arrival, he heard the thing skittering above them, but it didn't sound like a raccoon or possum or any other vermin he'd dealt with before. He went upstairs with a baited trap, and had barely set it down when the parasite leaped out of the shadows, tearing through his shirt and burrowing into his stomach.
He lay on the bottom of the stairs for a good hour, and Mary Lou found him there when she got home. Finding his shirt torn but no blood or injuries, he assumed he had caught his shirt on a nail, tripped and hit his head, and the whole thing had been a dream. However, an hour later, during the trip back to his apartment in Atlanta, the parasite crawled out of his stomach, causing him to swerve and create a major pile-up. In the ensuing madness the parasite grabbed the sandwich Jared had had surprisingly little interest in eating and burrowed back into his stomach. Jared crawled out of his surprisingly intact truck and fled into the woods on the side of the road, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. When he grasped the basics, he went a little crazy.
Then he left. Following rumors and whispers of a sanctuary on the west coast, he packed up what little he owned in the beat-up red Ford and headed northwest, hoping to find someone who might know something about the parasite.
Anything Else:
The parasite is completely bonded with Jared. It can't bond with anyone else and won't attempt to, though it may bite if someone other than Jared touches it. It occasionally crawls out simply out of curiosity about its surroundings, though it never wanders far, and once in a while if Jared is spaced out reading or something it will lay in his lap and fall asleep there. D'awww.
If he tries to eat normally, with or without the parasite, he'll immediately throw up what he swallowed, because his esophagus is closed at the bottom. Poor guy. He'll miss sweet tea the most.
Of course, this also means he can't get sick from food poisoning, and the parasite can eat ANYTHING organic, even stuff that would normally be toxic.
