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France, 1947. A war-torn Europe is slowly raising from the ashes. In France, the people are trying to keep calm. During the war, a clan of sorcerers has taken over ever influence from thugs to politicians. They control the country from the shadows.
Character Arc:
The sun on the Seine was thrown back from windows across the river. Jaque hummed a lullaby for himself. Two children passed him on bikes, chattering about maths and grammatics. A sigh flew from his lips as he threw his cigaret to the ground and crushed it into the dust. To relax his back he leaned back and watched the sky. It was a gray afternoon. Rain was in the air. He expected the first holy drops of water to hit the Seine any minute. He had been waiting for quite some time. The chipper of birds was now mostly restricted to the trees.
France, 1947. A war-torn Europe is slowly raising from the ashes. In France, the people are trying to keep calm. During the war, a clan of sorcerers has taken over ever influence from thugs to politicians. They control the country from the shadows.
Character Arc:
- Name: Jaque Celui (the One)
- Age: 26 (born August – exact date unknown)
- Looks: 1,85 tall with dark, oaky hair, a strong jaw and marked cheekbones, you’d think Jaque had popped out of a romance novel. After serving in the army he kept his body trimmed, although an injury to his right ankle gives him an unsteady walk. The green emerald of his eyes are mixed with the cold, blue, Nordic sea. He dresses as a refined man, often seen with a shirt and tie.
- Personality: Calm, quiet and decent – the ideal young man for any unmarried lady. But beneath the surface lurks a soldier who’s seen comrades shot to death, the enemy deserting and families been torn apart. Raised in an orphanage without any family, a cold, selfish heart has taken over what once were kind. Although he means no direct harm, nether does Jaque wish to be a part of anyone’s life. He’s preparing an unholy artefact that will eradicate all cruel or corrupted hearts off this planet, only leaving the pure to create a utopia. He does not care who’ll perish, and he has long accepted that he will be one of those to disappear.
- Loves: Jaque loves to sing and can often be found on the bar Nuit Noire where he from time to time performs. The bartender knows his favourite drink and prepare it for him as soon as he’s spotted in the door. He also loves his apartment, a little space below the roof with a view of the Seine. Also, his cat Souris.
- Likes: Cooking – a silent, calming activity he often enjoys with his cat, Souris. He likes calm, dark colours, silence, and the sound/smell of rain on the river.
- Dislikes: Although he’s often seen surrounded by women on Nuit Noire, Jaque does not like attention and has never brought anyone home. He doesn’t like superficial relationships – in fact, he doesn’t like relationships at all, it being platonic or intimate.
- Special item(s): Souris, his cat – a ragdoll with a taste for spaghetti, who always brings home leaves, which Jaque put in an album, to Souris’ great joy. Jaque has an artefact in his vault, but only he knows what it is, looks like or does. Lastly, his own dog tag from the war and half of his friend’s, who was shot dead during the Battles of Narvik.
- Nationality: French, although the nationality of his parents is unknown.
- Rank & Powers: Jaque practice magic drawn from the energy between worlds. He’s a sorcerer of rank C – his powers are usual for those who’s learned it from scratch without a natural gift, but because he rarely use them, they’re bottled up and explosive to few attacks – or whatever hides in the vault.
The sun on the Seine was thrown back from windows across the river. Jaque hummed a lullaby for himself. Two children passed him on bikes, chattering about maths and grammatics. A sigh flew from his lips as he threw his cigaret to the ground and crushed it into the dust. To relax his back he leaned back and watched the sky. It was a gray afternoon. Rain was in the air. He expected the first holy drops of water to hit the Seine any minute. He had been waiting for quite some time. The chipper of birds was now mostly restricted to the trees.
