Player Information

Player: DIW or any of my character names.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Contact: Note me on here.


Character Information

Name:
Jesse Seaborn (Jes for short)


Gender:
Male


Species:
Siberian Tiger


Age:
35 years.


Occupation or class group:
Civilian. (Was a teacher at one point.)


Physical Description:
Tall, standing at 6 foot 4 inches. Weighing a healthy 170 lbs. Dark pelt varying in shades of gray, silver, and black. Paler than it had been before with more pronounced stripes. Blue-green eyes highlight his otherwise dark face. Scars score across his nose and muzzle, and just under his right eye. Usually he will wear a black sleeveless tee and cargo pants or shorts in either gray or black cammo. His leather belt is studded with large bullet shells, and looped on his right hip with a large bowie survival knife. 
(  The knife -- Click Here  )

He always wears his army issue dog tags. 

Under his clothing, scars line his torso and thighs, evidence of injuries suffered through his time in captivity overseas as a prisoner of war. 


History:
Was once a teacher here at Golden Oaks Academy, leading the Survival Club on expeditions and camping trips into the mountains and lands surrounding the school. He was in a loving relationship with Crimson, a female dragon who runs a restaurant in the town of Foxford. Not long after their children were born, Jesse was called into action, and was sent overseas to help in the efforts to end the war. He could not have been prepared for what took place. 

Only one month after being sent out, he and his troops had been backed into an abandoned building by enemy fire. Many of his company had already perished or were badly wounded. He himself was wounded, having taken a bullet to the chest. Luckily it had missed all vital organs, and he'd remained conscious enough to lead what was left of his men into the shelter of the abandoned building. He still doesn't remember exactly what happened after he lost consciousness. 

He awoke in what looked like a cave, locked behind rusty metal bars. His chest stung, and when he looked down, he could see that the bullet wound had been patched up with makeshift gauze. Something clattered on the other side of the cave, and he could just make out group of men sitting along one wall, hunched over what looked like dirty papers or maps and speaking in some language that he didn't understand. Slowly, Jesse sat up, leaning against a cold stone wall. One of the men looked up and pointed, saying something to his companions. They all turned and looked before the leader of the group (or what it looked like from the way he was dressed and wall armed.) made his way over to the cell. At first he spoke in the same obscure language, but after getting no answers, chose to speak in broken English. The gator hybrid.. or at least that's what he appeared to be, asked their prisoner about where he came from, what his company had been doing in the location they'd been found, and where he thought he was now. Jesse gave only the vaguest answers that he could, withholding all important information. 

It soon became apparent that these men would not be playing his game. 

They used him for information extraction. Whenever he would not answer with any useful information, they often beat him or tortured him until he would break down and give them something.. Though he often took their abuse in stubborn silence until he'd pass out from pain.... They had many tactics.. Anything from curved surgical blades to fishing hooks, rusty daggers, claws, teeth, fire, hot metal, and even broken glass. They'd often threaten him with guns, but he knew that they couldn't risk shooting him, in fear of losing any information that he could provide. 

Each time their sessions would end, he'd be sent back to his cell, untied, and put onto a carved out stone ledge that was supposed to be used as a bed. Another prisoner would be brought in to treat his wounds so that they could be given a chance to heal before his next beating. 

Months, and then years passed.. Still these beatings continued, though the'd become (thankfully) less frequent. As time went on, more prisoners would be brought in, and suffer the same fate that he'd been subject to. Most of them broke, and provided information... But as soon as they had no more use, they'd be slaughtered. Jesse had seen men that he'd worked with, men that he'd been friends with.. Beaten and slaughtered one by one, and knew that there was nothing that he could do to help them... His own will had been dulled to the point that he no longer struggled to escape the ropes when they bound him. He no longer tried to protect himself from their beatings and threats.... But he still kept their most sought after information secret. 

One day while he was being questioned, mid beating, an explosion sounded from somewhere over head. The walls of the cave rattled and shook. Stones fell and part of the ceiling of the cave collapsed. Dust and bright light all but blinded the men, including Jesse. He could hear gunfire and shouting, screaming. The sound of chopper blades somewhere overhead, and the grinding wheels of a tank as it came to a distant stop. It all seemed to happen so quickly. Jesse opened his eyes, trying to clear his vision. As the dust settled, and his eyes finally adjusted to the bright sunlight, he could see figures moving about the cave. At first they were just blurry shadows, like ghosts moving through the dust. Then one stepped close to him, knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok?" ... Jesse looked up, confusion and shock making him slow to recognize the khaki camouflage and uniform of friendly soldiers. 

Jesse was rescued and sent to a medical rehabilitation facility at an army base just inside allied borders. They healed his wounds as best they could, and provided him with psychiatric help. For weeks they could barely get him to speak. He wouldn't give them his name or his reg number... Finally though, he had given them his information, and they were able to send him back to where he was supposed to be. He had learned that the war had been over for nearly an entire year. It had been a scouting patrol that had been tipped off to the rebel den location, that had made the attack on the cave and rescued the prisoners. 

Jesse did return to a town near to Foxford, but had ordered his return to be kept secret, after learning that any family or friends had been told that he had died. Nobody was to be told otherwise... At least not by anyone other than himself. He took several months to physically recover from his ordeal and get himself back into a decent condition, and is planning his return to Foxford.... Fear has kept him away until now. What would Crimson say if she found out that he was still alive after all these years? .. Would she be angry? .. Chances are she wouldn't even love him anymore. She'd had plenty of time to move on.... How were the kids?.. All of these questions have haunted him, and have prolonged his absence... but now he is ready to have these questions answered. 


Personality:
Jesse is intelligent and loyal, Both to those he loves, and his fellow soldiers. He's been through a lot, and although he's normally kind, he has moments of uncontrolled anger and fear. Memories of his years spent as a prisoner of war haunt him. The things that were done to him, and the slaughter of friends and fellow troops often cause him to experience night terrors, where he relives these incidents. These can make him a little unpredictable, but he is trying to get over that... Jesse is far from the same man that left Foxford. Far from the same man that had fathered Crimson's children and had a comfortable job leading the survival club at Golden Oaks Academy.. But he hopes to find a comfortable life here. A warm, safe place to live out the rest of his days in peace and happiness. Maybe one day he can be normal again. 


RP sample:
~~~ Don't need this. I know how I role play. 


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Code Words:
 Red Dragon Mark.

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