Jahel Yosef

[Jahel Yosef]

The Basics

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Name: Jahel, Retta, Yosef (JAY-el, Juh-HEEL, or JAH-el. Either or. He doesn’t care. Rly.)
Nicknames: none
Age: 32
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Local
Powers: Cell and Cell Information Manipulation: The power to manipulate individual, living cells. Can cause cells to move faster, resulting in a burning feeling, or move slower, causing stiffness and/or immobility. Extremes of either can result in cardiac arrest or severe burn. Separation of cells can ruin them and cause rot, abnormal cells, or disrupt normal bodily function; lesser separation results in wounds as though made from a sharp object. Jahel needs to be at least a few feet away for this to be effective.
Information through cells can be decoded and reformed. Only when in close contact can Jahel invade the living tissue of another living being, sharing thoughts, chemical balances and emotions for a limited time. Can be used as a slight form of possession, although both he and the subject must be touching throughout the whole process. One of the only ways Jahel can experience emotion; his power may be a possible cause of his lack of conscience.
Side effects include: fatigue, headaches, loss of surface cells, loss of some memory, acquirement of unwanted memories/emotions, disorientation, and aggression. Too much strain can result in a short comatose state anywhere from three days to a week.
Play By:Jared Leto. (well…sometimes.) here's another: i19.photobucket.com/albums/b165/Deitras/pictures%20n%20stuff/jared-leto.gif

The Details

Hair Color: Dark brown naturally, but highlighted to become a dark russet color.
Eye Color: Light, watery blue.
Any Piercings? none.
Any Tattoos? none.
Any Scars? One over the right eye; one oval-shaped one resting on the left-corner of his lips.
General Appearance: Jahel is a towering 6’8’’; his height is matched by an impressive 251 pounds, complete with large hands, feet, and the form that years of physical training has brought him. His hair is fairly long, naturally a dark brown color, but takes on a dark russet hue in direct sunlight or otherwise correct lighting; a small ruff of it covers his chin. The darkness of his pupils are emphasized thanks to the light color of his irises: a watery gray-blue, transparent almost, that gives one the impression of perpetually analyzing something.

Jahel’s heritage is almost impossible to interpret. Due to his last (and first name) one would assume he has jewish blood in him and in that they would be partially correct. His father was a jew, though not an orthodox one – only related by blood. His mother was a mixed mutt of a woman, a rover and a city gypsy: her blood carried the traits of a Native American, a Phillipino and a Hispanic. She was known to speak Spanish so it was more or less confirmed she was at least partly Hispanic in origin; the rest were merely heavily suspected, and many mention a trace of plain old Caucasian blood buried somewhere deep in there. In any case, Jahel came out looking as much as a mutt as she was, with darker skin, dark hair, watery eyes, a Spanish tongue, and a solid growth spurt during his teenage years that many thought was just plain ridiculous. (Not to mention his middle toe is longer than his first, which, his mother said, was a sure indicator of Indian blood.) His are strange genes, a mish-mash thrown together to somehow create a human being of entirely different foundations: a meta-human – a mutant.

Jahel is also fond of dress-shirts and he has a deep love of seafood. (And Lady Gaga)

Personality:Jahel works hard to counteract his intimidating appearance. His voice is deep and smooth, like dark water over stone; it carries the slightest hint of a slow, southern drawl, deliberately there to put others at ease. He’s tall and decidedly masculine-looking, but he has a slight quirk in his movements or some habits that suggest a tinge of feminity, from a need of cleanliness to short, graceful movements that clearly distinct his sexuality. He is friendly and warm to strangers and those close to him; he goes out of his way for them and bends over backwards when he can. His choice of words are spontaneous yet careful, a delicate balance between casual and reserved. Jahel often flatters; often laughs. For those who do not know him and even those who do, it is enough to utterly convince them that he is a kind and charming gentleman (if a bit quirky) despite his appearances. In fact, that is typically the most popular opinion of him.

But Jahel is far from that man. Most are fooled; others see the red flags and know him for what he is. Jahel had, at the very least, sociopathic tendences – if he isn’t one completely. What seems to be emotion is only carefully constructed that way. They are only shown if he feels it is appropriate to the situation or if it is beneficial to him. Where normal people fear pain and conflict, Jahel thrives in it. He lies easily, fluently, and feels no regret. His “love” is his jealousy; those that he values or keeps near he sees not as individuals in themselves, but property that he needs to protect from harm, no more than prized possessions – a behavior that others often mistake for genuine love.
He can only feel in a shallow, surface kind of way; though it seems as though he would have a temper, Jahel prefers to appear calm and composed (with a side of banter and offhand wit). It is incredibly hard for any one to make Jahel angry in a way that is completely unfabricated…though he is known to have instances of intense emotions and no one deserves to see them.

As someone devoid of a working conscience, Jahel’s thought processes are based on logic alone rather than any sort of emotion. This gives him a surprisingly analytic view of things, enabling him to think in different ways and perceive things normally hidden; his ability to read body language is especially acute since there’s no empathy to cloud his mind. He has a phenomenal mathematical faculty and carries a deadly intelligence: though it is easy to pass Jahel off as some big brute, one would be unpleasantly surprised to find the exact opposite. His mind, unclouded by empathy, feelings or otherwise, is able to move forward for his own well-being; if it makes sense to him, he will do it, regardless of what stands in the way, be it obstacle or human, and ensures that he will feel no regret or lose any sleep over it.

He is capable of relationships but incapable of real love, though his possessive, jealous side is the closest he can get to love. He is incredibly ambitious; it seeps in his mind like a poison.

But for all this, Jahel is brave. He is hard-working and clean, militaristic in an orderly way. He is a strong fighter, courageous, powerful and intelligent: a powerful ally or a deadly foe.

Jahel also loves pop culture, interior decorating and fashion, possibly because he is a flaming bisexual.

Your Vices

Likes:
–fornication Intimacy.
-the spotlight.
-being competitive. And winning.
-Girls
-Boys
-Lady Gaga
-clam chowder
-salmon
-fish sticks
-squid
-maybe tuna on a good day.
-ruining people’s lives
Dislikes:
-losing.
-people recognizing him as a sociopath.
-too many questions.
-a cluttered workspace.
-general inadequacy
-Dogs/cats/animals.
Strengths:
-intimidation
-charismatic
-persuasion
-logic
-mathematical functions
-his ability
Weaknesses:
-drawing
-singing
-lack of empathy
-watching someone cry
Fears:
-hmm…maybe of losing peoples’ adoration? He like lives on that.
Secret:--

Family Ties

Father: Aaron Yosef
Mother: Raquel Maria
Siblings: none
Any Other Important People: --

History

His mother, Raquel Maria, was up until her marriage a city-gypsy, the kind who walked about with dirty-looking dogs and who wear dirty-looking clothes and who probably dropped out of art school. She traveled with her gang of modern-age nomads until she met a certain man named Aaron Yosef.
They supposedly fell in love, though on Raquel’s part it was a desire to marry into the “high-life” and experience it for once (although it was more like the high middle-class life). So he married her, and she settled, and they lived together in Southern California with a small yellow dog named Birdy.

A few years later Raquel gave birth. His father named the baby after a prominent figure in the bible, Jahel – which was admittedly more of a feminine name, but for all of Aaron’s good qualities he wasn’t all that intelligent, and the name had lost its female connotation in this day and age anyways – and the child grew fairly ordinarily. In fact, upon discovering his power some fifteen years later or so, his mother would often say that she’d never seen any indication that Jahel was any different from normal boys, with a slight tremble in her voice and a quick shift of her eyes.

Because Jahel was strange. Not in any strange mutant way, however. No; he was just odd. He would strike the poor family dog, Birdy, until it learned not to yelp anymore. He liked to sneak his father’s nail gun on occasion and aim it at halpless small rodents such as squirrels or possums in his spare time. He said he liked the sight of blood; he said there was something about the color.

(From then on he liked to dye his hair red.)

So Jahel grew, with no other consequences than his mother slowly realizing she’d birthed some strange, alien monster (in the heartless sort of sense) and she was, admittedly, embarrassed. She did not like to tell anyone, and thankfully Jahel was rather good at hiding his true nature (except towards adorable animals, of course) and actually made quite a few friends. His father was at work often, so he didn’t have quite the same opportunities as his mother had when it came to witnessing Jahel’s hidden, sadistic nature.
His school years were fairly normal, as well. He was never bullied; he was popular; he had multiple short-lived relationships in his later years. All in all he was like any other student. He was constantly surrounded by people, never content to be alone.

(He liked people, he said. He couldn’t have lived without them.)

But after a while Aaron Yosef came home less and less. Racquel looked less upon Jahel with love and more with fear as he grew taller. She became more and more aware of that look in his eyes, somehow dark yet so light-colored, and sometimes even found herself looking over her shoulder fearfully. Her face soon grew haggard; her nerves strained. She screamed at her husband when he came home because she couldn’t bring herself to face her son. They fought constantly and Aaron came home less even than before; they began to sleep separately and, often, Jahel’s father would choose to stay at a hotel than his own home.

Finally their marriage broke. The divorce process took one long year to complete; thanks to a proper lawyer and loopholes within the law, Raquel managed to escape the both of them. Jahel was thirteen at the time.

In any case, Jahel’s father found himself saddled with the child. He left him alone often, just like before, and from there Jahel found himself in a world of opportunity.

Always more attracted to the dark side than the light – the bad to the good – he soon submerged himself into the world of temptation. At age fifteen he’d tasted alcohol, taken up a habit of smoking, and gotten himself some wannabe gang friends. (They were still in middle school so, of course, they were not really to be taken too seriously. However, these years would give him the foundation he needed to venture on to bigger, better things.)

Two years later and now a freshman in high school, he was outside, kissing some girl, when he first learned of his power. He was more than a little tipsy and he was (quite frankly) getting into it when she drew back with a sharp squeak, hand over her mouth. She looked confused and said she’d felt like something had burnt her. He apologized; they shook it off and tried again. A few seconds later she drew back, screeching, her bottom lip torn in twain with blood dripping profusely from the wound, dripping down her chin and onto her bosom.

For a while it was only while Jahel had imbibed in alcohol that he could access his powers, but soon he began to recognize the feeling, the precognition that crossed his mind as he was about to do something – beautiful. He was a meta-human. The realization gave him a new sense of strength. As was his habit he experimented first on animals – dogs, cats, whatever – and found he could make them burn, hurt, stand still, or even die. But what happened if he touched them?

(His first glimpse of emotion, of feeling, left him breathless.)

These adventures in other people’s intricate system of chemical reactions and cell formations were the only way he could feel. He felt as though he was taking a part of their soul. He began to imagine that his own soul was long dead and the only way he could receive one was to get them from others.

Then a boy Jahel was known for fighting with suffered a heart attack one autumn afternoon; he was soon taken to the hospital. Jahel had been in the general area, of course, but no one could blame him for someone’s heart momentarily stopping.

A news report a few weeks later began noting a strange phenomenon: a rash of young people experiencing sudden heart failures resulting in near-deaths.

Meanwhile his father became bitter by the day. Granted, neither his mother nor his father were known for their intelligence, but if there happened to be a competition between the two then Raquel might as well have come out on top. Though Aaron knew his son he never quite noticed the way his smile never touched his eyes, or how he came home late at night looking exuberant and refreshed. In any case, Aaron threw himself into work. He’d gotten himself a nice living and an expensive car during the past few years, as well as life insurance.

One cold evening, he died of heart failure.

Soon Jahel was contacted and enrolled into the Hammel Institute as a regular student starting freshman year. He was carefully supervised, admitted there for “his own safety just as much as anyone else’s.” But even under the Institute’s watchful eye did Jahel find ways to sate his devilish personality in the form of a fledgling M.S.A.D. As an acquaintance of Gabriel’s he soon warmed up to his ideals, and agreed full-heartedly to support the organization. The idea did not stop with graduation. As an adult he continued to contribute to M.S.A.D’s tactics, and spent much of his time there, conversing with like minds and like actions.

At age 27 he met a woman named Burnadette, affectionally named “Siren” because of her powerful meta-human ability. They had a child together, and though there is no solid evidence of a relationship, they seem to get together from time to time.

Now Jahel lives with his 4 year old son, Rhett Yosef.

(DDDDD: dlkafjghr there. Hope it’s ok.)

Roleplay Example

well – this is a sample with a different character from a different site because I am very, very lazy. :<

The forest was loud with bugs and birds but somehow peaceful, thanks to a heavy shroud of thick gray fog that spread across the trees and the undergrowth and the streams like icing on a cake. It made visibility rotten; one could walk right into a tree if they weren’t careful. The dew that the fog left behind was beautiful but terribly wet and had the tendency to stick to you when you touched it. It crept into one’s soles to dampen their feet, clung to one’s hair and chilled them. All in all, it was not a very pleasant day, but fairly decent to look at as long as you weren’t in it.

Unfortunately this was not the case for Kel, who had wandered out of the safety of Bastion Tower to collect some herbs to grind up. He was not worried about predators; he was too confident for that. Neither did the threat of Witch-hunters occur to him. They were rarely so close to the sanctuary, if ever, and if they did show, well – he had more than his own safety to worry about. In any case he felt no qualms at all about waving a lantern around to help himself see, if it only illuminated a bit more to him. According to his nature one would expect him to be furious at the weather, but as snappy as he usually was he found little to complain about here. There was no use berating natural occurrences such as fog, however tempted he might be to do so, for it sounded like a neither helpful nor productive thing to do. Besides, he had herbs to find and damned if he had to wait another day. Bastion Tower was a fine place in its own right, but being cooped up anywhere for too long had serious consequences for anyone. He had to leave sometimes. Even if it involved stooping in mud all day.

He wrapped the shawl closer around his shoulders. He looked like the Dead standing there: covered in fog, holding the lantern in front of him as though he were leading some kind of procession, his face white as bone and his hair too, whisking briefly in the faint wind behind his back. Idly he scuffled at the ground, kicking away some root in favor of a clump of borage deeply embedded in the dirt. He needed some badly for his Curse magicks, a magic very much dependent on the process. It was well-known that Curse had the potential to do the most damage but was a purely passive art; that was, it was done in secret and (preferably) far from the intended target. It was tricky and elusive, but greatly rewarding if you were the sadistic sort. Where other areas of magick succeeded in destruction or healing or otherwise instant gratification, only Curse enabled one to slowly decay an enemy both physically and, in some cases, mentally. It left much to be desired in cases of immediate danger, except for a few scant spells, but these were the hardest to master of all and asked the most out of the caster themselves. It was one of these that Kel had the mind to hunt ingredients for.

A touch of previously mentioned borage and leaves of gingerfern for the taste, to be exact.

Because every Curse witch who actually knew what they were doing, mind you, came with a last defense and Kel was a firm believer in such. Even Witch-hunters, who were trained to fight magic, were often left in the dark about the exact nature of Curse. When they came into contact with one most are wont to dismiss them as harmless on the spot, due to their particular practice being a lengthy process, and are usually extremely and unpleasantly surprised when they find their limbs rotting or their phobias coming to life right before them regardless. It had to do with a small walnut-shaped thing, prepared beforehand with a mix of natural ingredients and Dark Arts. It is then swallowed whole and left to ingrain itself deep within the caster’s stomach for use later. Leaving it there for too long could have terrible effects, however, including food blockage and, in the worst case, a Curse being released onto the caster’s own body.

Luckily a skilled Witch would be able to cough it up like a human hairball.

And so it was a very nasty business, Curse magic, but it was what Kel did the best and he was not ashamed of it. In fact sometimes he rather liked it. Enough to get his hands full of mud while scrounging for herbs, anyway.

What About You?

Name: Jan/Day
Age: Will be 20 in a week or so.
Experience: since i was like 12?
How Did You Find Us? Ad.
Ready To Play? WAI NOT

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[Raena *]

Almost There!
First off, I just want to say that I really am excited for this character, but there are a couple things that need to be taken care of before I can give you a nice shiny accepted post.

The bulleted history isn't enough. It needs to be written out and we need more information from after he fell into the "wrong crowd." What sort of people did he fall in with, what kind of things did they do, how did it affect Jahel? Also, since he attended Hammel, I'd like to know if there were any major experiences from that time. There's also quite a few years between his graduation and his current age, what has he been doing with himself since then?

As for his association with M.S.A.D., there are a few points that need clarification. Gabriel Underwood is the ringleader for the organization and it is important for us to know whether Jahel will be able to take orders from him. So long as Jahel understands and accepts that his place would be subordinate to Gabriel, I can see him being a valuable asset to M.S.A.D. (But if he dislikes dogs, he might want to steer clear of the compound, Gabe has quite the pack.) If you would like any information about M.S.A.D., just PM me with questions. If I can't answer them, I can always get a hold of Gabe's player, Chez, to help you out. ^_^

Thirdly, his power needs some adjustment. Since you want to pair Cellular Regeneration with the Cell Manipulation, I'd suggest dropping the second paragraph from the Cell Manipulation to make it more balanced. Oh, and please change your display name to match the character.

Once these things are addressed, I'll be happy to give the app another look.

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[Jahel Yosef]

oki I edited the history.

instead of deleting the second paragraph of his power, I decided just to get rid of cell regeneration.

oh, and he is capable of taking orders from Gabe, even if it isn't strictly addressed in the profile...:>...

[Raena *]

Accepted!
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