Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 19:14:02 GMT -7
"I will bring people together like the chords that I write, and I will treasure the beautiful songs they create. Hum my melodies, sing my lullabies and let's synchronize an epic orchestra."
Character Info:Full Name: Jakoby Ezekiel Romant Fenix
Age: 25
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 121lbs
Character Appearance:
Jakoby is a human with a regular build, but his most prominent features are his intense yellow eyes and soft, wavey, medium length locks of black. He stands with a dignified pose and most often wears a suit or well-made clothes accompanied with white leather gloves and a black necktie decorated with a small emerald jewel. He always seems to wear an aura of dignity about him no matter his actions.
Character Personality:
Quirks:
- Always carries with him a notebook to detail anything about his surroundings.
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While Jakoby may seem initially intimidating, he is in fact a kind and good-natured person. A lot of his work and his efforts actively go to helping those around him, despite his own personal turmoil. His love of music knows no bounds and it is a strange occurrence, but his own magical ability sparked and flourished in an irregular circumstance. Regardless, he has developed an interest in both; pursuing them in his own distorted romanticist views. Even so, he is kind, generous and more than confident in expressing himself and his magical ability. He doesn't tolerate bullies and will even go against what he's been ordered to do for the sake of protecting as many innocents from harm. Despite a calm demeanor, he can be easily swayed by his emotions; such is the artistic soul he harbors. As a man with big dreams, Jakoby has a strong desire to become a hero, but doing so in his own way. Through a strong empathy and understanding of the people around him, Jakoby feels for those who have lost people dear to them and he will console/write songs about couples that are torn apart. All throughout life, the young man has taken inspiration for his from from every aspect of his life and his surroundings.
Likes: Music, writing, couples, magic, family, fine wine, social gatherings, charity, traveling, fair trade, collecting musical scores, gentle souls
Dislikes: Thugs, uncouth behaviour, savagery, home-wrecking
Weaknesses: Lace lingerie, swayed emotions, widows
Backstory:
I've spent my whole childhood in a happy home, with all sorts of fancies to pick up on; good food, sweet deserts, parlor games and my every whim catered to. But I didn't want that... No. I shared my toys with all my siblings and my friends, because what's the fun in playing alone? I hoped I would grow up popular and responsible, and for the most part that was the case; I helped my parents feed my younger siblings when they were sick and took over most of the chores. You could say I was a good kid and was well-rewarded for it. My first love was music, in all its entirety... But most of all, I fell in love with the ivory keys of a piano; which plucked at the strings much like it could pluck the chords of a man's heart. Together with this beauty in my control, I could play and let my emotions, much like my imagination, run free and find a voice.
Do you ever have a feeling of waking up? Almost like you have been asleep for a long time, and something has stirred, or roused you from your slumber. That's exactly how I felt here...
My family would enjoy listening to me play and I would be happy to perform whenever they asked. Of course, I would read, drink wine, gossip with the locals and do my part for the public to be sure. I'm no brat and I never consider myself on a higher pedestal than even the lowliest street rat. Most people don't seem to care that an orphaned child is hiding in the alleys, scrounging for food, or that an elderly man lay crippled on the side of the street because disease rotted his feet. That's disgusting; not the malady of the body, but the malady of people's minds to allow this to happen. You could say I was an active campaigner for helping the homeless of the city of Rook and I tempted the crowds to my side with my music. Aside from that, I turned my love of playing into a small job or career for myself, however you want to say. This landed me a place in a prestigious musical academy and I felt a home away from home.
It was at this academy, where I met the true love of my life. She had beautiful golden hair, skin soft to the touch and eyes that softened my own. The way she played the violin had a hapless fellow like myself tugged along like a puppet... And I was a willing fan. She was always so gentle around me, encouraged me to keep trying even when I hit a downbeat and she opened my eyes to the wonders of art. Together we played and played through our years in the academy... But unbeknownst to her, my infatuation was not based on the beauty of her looks, but the beauty that radiated from inside. She had me, hook line and sinker and my head was flooded with thoughts of her. But she was getting sick... oh... so sick...
I watched her waste away right before my eyes over the last two years of our time together. But in life's frailty I saw her true beauty; vulnerable yet so warm and kind in consideration to others. I couldn't give her up for anything, her friendship meant more. Now here is the true tragedy: I proposed to her, in front of the whole academy, her friends, her family, my friends and family, everyone... It was futile that we would live happily ever after, but I did it for her.
Epiphy, would you do me the honors of being my wife?
Indeed we did marry and I was definitely the happiest man alive, even though deep down... I knew that time was running out.
She died... Before we could graduate together...
Yet... I carried on... For her. In the concert hall for my final performance in the academy, I let my piano sing for me; my pain and anguish, my suffering and despair, but also of the joy once had. In the years that followed my graduation, a spark emerged from within my being, when I was at my lowest. As I sat there at the piano, all of the lights but one were out, I sat and cried. I knew I had to let go, yet I couldn't bring myself to leave Epiphy behind. But I felt something warm in my chest... And the touch of an angel's hand on my shoulder.
I've spent my whole childhood in a happy home, with all sorts of fancies to pick up on; good food, sweet deserts, parlor games and my every whim catered to. But I didn't want that... No. I shared my toys with all my siblings and my friends, because what's the fun in playing alone? I hoped I would grow up popular and responsible, and for the most part that was the case; I helped my parents feed my younger siblings when they were sick and took over most of the chores. You could say I was a good kid and was well-rewarded for it. My first love was music, in all its entirety... But most of all, I fell in love with the ivory keys of a piano; which plucked at the strings much like it could pluck the chords of a man's heart. Together with this beauty in my control, I could play and let my emotions, much like my imagination, run free and find a voice.
Do you ever have a feeling of waking up? Almost like you have been asleep for a long time, and something has stirred, or roused you from your slumber. That's exactly how I felt here...
My family would enjoy listening to me play and I would be happy to perform whenever they asked. Of course, I would read, drink wine, gossip with the locals and do my part for the public to be sure. I'm no brat and I never consider myself on a higher pedestal than even the lowliest street rat. Most people don't seem to care that an orphaned child is hiding in the alleys, scrounging for food, or that an elderly man lay crippled on the side of the street because disease rotted his feet. That's disgusting; not the malady of the body, but the malady of people's minds to allow this to happen. You could say I was an active campaigner for helping the homeless of the city of Rook and I tempted the crowds to my side with my music. Aside from that, I turned my love of playing into a small job or career for myself, however you want to say. This landed me a place in a prestigious musical academy and I felt a home away from home.
It was at this academy, where I met the true love of my life. She had beautiful golden hair, skin soft to the touch and eyes that softened my own. The way she played the violin had a hapless fellow like myself tugged along like a puppet... And I was a willing fan. She was always so gentle around me, encouraged me to keep trying even when I hit a downbeat and she opened my eyes to the wonders of art. Together we played and played through our years in the academy... But unbeknownst to her, my infatuation was not based on the beauty of her looks, but the beauty that radiated from inside. She had me, hook line and sinker and my head was flooded with thoughts of her. But she was getting sick... oh... so sick...
I watched her waste away right before my eyes over the last two years of our time together. But in life's frailty I saw her true beauty; vulnerable yet so warm and kind in consideration to others. I couldn't give her up for anything, her friendship meant more. Now here is the true tragedy: I proposed to her, in front of the whole academy, her friends, her family, my friends and family, everyone... It was futile that we would live happily ever after, but I did it for her.
Epiphy, would you do me the honors of being my wife?
Indeed we did marry and I was definitely the happiest man alive, even though deep down... I knew that time was running out.
She died... Before we could graduate together...
Yet... I carried on... For her. In the concert hall for my final performance in the academy, I let my piano sing for me; my pain and anguish, my suffering and despair, but also of the joy once had. In the years that followed my graduation, a spark emerged from within my being, when I was at my lowest. As I sat there at the piano, all of the lights but one were out, I sat and cried. I knew I had to let go, yet I couldn't bring myself to leave Epiphy behind. But I felt something warm in my chest... And the touch of an angel's hand on my shoulder.
