Post by Jaxx Sinclair on Jan 25, 2011 0:53:52 GMT -4
Name: Jackson "Jaxx" Sinclair
Age: 168 years old
Died at the age of 29
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Family:
Theodore Sinclair (Father) - deceased
Josephine Sinclair (Mother) - deceased
Katrina Sinclair (Younger Sister) - deceased
Emmaline St. Cyre (Fiance) - deceased
Special Abilities: Do you really want to waste time going down the list?....I suppose a bit of a history of my...."species" can be offered up.
An incubus (from the Latin, incubo, or "nightmare"; plural incubi) is a demon in male form who, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have sex with them. Its female counterpart is the succubus. An incubus may pursue sexual relations with a woman in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin. Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.
Medieval legend claims that demons both male and female sexually prey on human beings, generally during the night when the victim is sleeping.
Weapons of Choice: Really?...Did you really ask me that?
Status: Incubus
History:
I was born an arrogant prick and I'm pleased to let you know that I died an arrogant prick as well. But I suppose getting on the subject of my death is getting a bit ahead of things. To say my family was rich would have been putting it lightly but back in the late 1800s that was the best way to put it. These days you go say we were rolling in it. Money bought a lot of things; the best of things. It would even buy you the best women and when the evening asked for it any willing woman...or women.
I was loyal to Emmaline...to an extent. I never loved another like I did her and I'm sure somewhere deep down that was enough for me and her. I suppose had life allowed it we would have lived past the evening of our engagement party; lived past the night of October 8th 1871...or as some know it as the first night of the Great Chicago Fire.
The fire which lit the night sky seemed like a distant threat to those of us tucked away in the Vistalante Ballroom at the top of the best building in town. It was only a few hours later that the fire claimed the very best as well. I would like to say that I went out as some last minute hero who didn't watch his family burn and tried and failed to save his fiance. But the truth of the matter is is that I suffocated to death in the smoke in the stairwell among so many others.
Now for most that would be where the story ends; lights out, final curtain call...so on and so forth.
But for me...Jackson Sinclair life had not had its fill of me just yet; and really who could blame it?
I had a way with women while I was breathing...shocking I know. As luck would have it one of the women I had enjoyed a good deal of time with turned out to be what history would call a succubus. Now I can't say I was all that offended to be woken up in the make shift morgue which would now be known as the basement of Excalibur Night Club.
The deal was simple really; immortality for my soul. I enjoyed life and really had no desire to die just yet so I took her deal and by the time the flames died down I was an incubus.
In truth it could have been worse...oh so much worse. My job was simple I got to seduce women and whoever was willing into giving me bits and pieces of their soul. The more I "took" the better I felt and the better those below saw me as fulfilling my deal. Screwing people...literally and figuratively is not the worst way to spend the time and so I was more then pleased to make life everything I wanted from it.
I always had a bit of a love affair with Chicago so I never left and can still be found around...especially once the dark takes over. You wouldn't believe how "free" humans become once the sun goes down. I run my own nightclub; "The Den." Because really it makes business easy and while I have been at it I have acquired a league of my own girls to help draw in the clientele.
I'm a nice guy...honestly...but you know a mans gotta do well what...or who a mans gotta do in order to keep on keepin on.
Age: 168 years old
Died at the age of 29
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Family:
Theodore Sinclair (Father) - deceased
Josephine Sinclair (Mother) - deceased
Katrina Sinclair (Younger Sister) - deceased
Emmaline St. Cyre (Fiance) - deceased
Special Abilities: Do you really want to waste time going down the list?....I suppose a bit of a history of my...."species" can be offered up.
An incubus (from the Latin, incubo, or "nightmare"; plural incubi) is a demon in male form who, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have sex with them. Its female counterpart is the succubus. An incubus may pursue sexual relations with a woman in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin. Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.
Medieval legend claims that demons both male and female sexually prey on human beings, generally during the night when the victim is sleeping.
Weapons of Choice: Really?...Did you really ask me that?
Status: Incubus
History:
I was born an arrogant prick and I'm pleased to let you know that I died an arrogant prick as well. But I suppose getting on the subject of my death is getting a bit ahead of things. To say my family was rich would have been putting it lightly but back in the late 1800s that was the best way to put it. These days you go say we were rolling in it. Money bought a lot of things; the best of things. It would even buy you the best women and when the evening asked for it any willing woman...or women.
I was loyal to Emmaline...to an extent. I never loved another like I did her and I'm sure somewhere deep down that was enough for me and her. I suppose had life allowed it we would have lived past the evening of our engagement party; lived past the night of October 8th 1871...or as some know it as the first night of the Great Chicago Fire.
The fire which lit the night sky seemed like a distant threat to those of us tucked away in the Vistalante Ballroom at the top of the best building in town. It was only a few hours later that the fire claimed the very best as well. I would like to say that I went out as some last minute hero who didn't watch his family burn and tried and failed to save his fiance. But the truth of the matter is is that I suffocated to death in the smoke in the stairwell among so many others.
Now for most that would be where the story ends; lights out, final curtain call...so on and so forth.
But for me...Jackson Sinclair life had not had its fill of me just yet; and really who could blame it?
I had a way with women while I was breathing...shocking I know. As luck would have it one of the women I had enjoyed a good deal of time with turned out to be what history would call a succubus. Now I can't say I was all that offended to be woken up in the make shift morgue which would now be known as the basement of Excalibur Night Club.
The deal was simple really; immortality for my soul. I enjoyed life and really had no desire to die just yet so I took her deal and by the time the flames died down I was an incubus.
In truth it could have been worse...oh so much worse. My job was simple I got to seduce women and whoever was willing into giving me bits and pieces of their soul. The more I "took" the better I felt and the better those below saw me as fulfilling my deal. Screwing people...literally and figuratively is not the worst way to spend the time and so I was more then pleased to make life everything I wanted from it.
I always had a bit of a love affair with Chicago so I never left and can still be found around...especially once the dark takes over. You wouldn't believe how "free" humans become once the sun goes down. I run my own nightclub; "The Den." Because really it makes business easy and while I have been at it I have acquired a league of my own girls to help draw in the clientele.
I'm a nice guy...honestly...but you know a mans gotta do well what...or who a mans gotta do in order to keep on keepin on.