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Jakoris “Jack” Davenport

➵  BASICS

NAME: Jakoris Davenport GOES BY: Jack, Ripper, The Better Davenport AGE / D.O.B: November 8th,  [ 267 yo ] FACECLAIM: Chris Wood GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cis-male, depends on the day. HOMETOWN: Whitechapel, London.  CURRENTLY: Darklands SPECIES: Vampire ROLE: Vizier

➵ TRAITS

POSITIVE:  NEGATIVE:

➵ BIOGRAPHY

[triggers: murder, blood, mutilation, serial killer, violence.]

There’s a darkness behind blue eyes; an ocean that roars like a lion and a vicious tendency hidden in azure hues. Such eyes look black in the night, a deep lull that eats away at all the innocence that ever was and a sickening smile that matches the flickering abyss that flashes on twisted features. There’s a man in there somewhere; something resembling a human being, stalking the nights of what people used to call London streets. A lit cigarette in hand and gutter thoughts in mind.

It’s never just a calm stroll in the late hours, there’s never tranquillity; neither his mind nor intentions are at peace. Jakoris wants them to be, but he knows it’s a lost war trying for it. So he never does. Like a broken tick in his mind, something dark calls to him, reminds him to bring knives for the night; tells him to play reaper until dawn breaks. And he does.

Jack’s not a likeable man, more monster than anything else. A predator that favours nice woman, alone in the roads - offering services in exchange for paper; coins. A sick man that offers no mercy for those who look better in red.

Ask him what happens to a kidney if you slice it open, press that blade hard enough into a stomach that the splitting of flesh sends blood bursting through the seams. If something’s hit well, then there might be screams too.

Ask him, he’d dare you to. Let him tell stories of how they deserved it, that they asked for such an end that only the luxury of a blade could give. Drawn by his hand, slaughtered like cattle in the city streets. Because if you ask him, he might offer you that end too.

And someone did; a woman more vicious than he ever could be asked. And Jack died.

That was two centuries ago.

Years pass differently in death, they don’t seem to matter. There’s no value to them and Jack never cares about knowing where time has taken him. A man so good at killing that when he’s given opportunity to do it better - he thrives from it. But he never did ask for it. Jessica Davenport his end as well as his new beginning. A woman so like the ones he used to put blades in, now holding unprecedented power over him, bettering him in ways he never figured he could be. He’s never known parenthood; can’t even recall if he had parents, he knows everyone does - but he never actually had them, he doesn’t remember much in the past when he comes to think of it. Just snippets of what used to be. 

He’s never forgotten, or forgiven that his mind snaps into something from nightmares when he’s triggered by whoreish behaviour. Whether its stemmed from a blacked-out memory, he doesn’t know, but he becomes volatile and virulent in its presence. Jessie being an unavoidable exception; he can’t deny her a thing and mostly, he doesn’t really want to. An unwavering respect for her, despite her methodology in her position. Jack’s right there beneath her in the ranking. Where’s she’s the conduit for them all, he’s vicious in other ways. A team that could rival the world if they were given motivation. 

With death however, comes consequences that aren’t all enacted by his own hands. And with shaky alliances, enemies of the undead that haunt the nights; the daytimes when they cannot meet the sun; bring untimely ends to those creatures that are known to be oh too good at making meals of those with beating hearts. Jack doesn’t remember too much about how he came beneath human captivity, some kind of POW in a battle he doesn’t even recall diving into. Not that it mattered, the man’s too good with pain; likes it like he enjoys a good wine. 

Revels in a it, enjoys it like only a twisted masochist could. Even as a subject of whatever humanity’s science took them a century or so ago - he can’t quite remember, but he knows that ever since, he’s broken his self-appointed rule of never procreating. Though, that creation had nothing to do with him besides the stolen blood in human experimentation; locked into a bond to a man he didn’t choose to turn and bring into his ranks. 

So in denial about it; refuses to ever acknowledge its existence. Lets the monster he created at on its own actions; Demitri would never know, never understand the bond that ties them and presses Jakoris traits into him without even realising. The one loose end he has no way of fixing without bloodshed. His justifications; it feeds the masochist within. 

Jack’s usually a well-spirited individual, he doesn’t exude the psychopath that lives beneath his flesh; the cold of his skin, the dangerous grin he wears like the Cheshire Cat the first tells that he’s not all the rational; human being that people probably wish he was. But if you ask him the right (or wrong) questions, that smile darkens; those eyes redden and those teeth sharpen. He’ll play the games asked of him, be a good Vizier and he’ll relish in every opportunity presented to him. He doesn’t have automatic hatred for anything - not really, but he’s not all that favourable of anyone either. Much like his maker, gain his interest, win him over and he’ll be your greatest asset. 

Lose his interest; you’ll wish he never caught wind of you. 

➵ CONNECTIONS

JESSIE DAVENPORT / Maker, Ride Or Die, Unofficial Wife, Vampire. MALCOLM “MAL” DAVENPORT / Friend in Arms, Vampire. DEMITRI DAVENPORT / Secret Protégé, Vampire. EVANORA BILE / Best Friend, Witch.

➵  ADDITIONAL

Nobody besides Jessie knows his name is Jakoris, nor does anyone get away with calling him Ripper besides her, though, test the theory if you like. She’s his maker and they’re solid. 

If Jessie knows someone - the likelihood is, Jack knows of them too. 

He really really, really loathes ‘easy’ woman; give him a challenge; a chase; he does not do well with women throwing themselves at him if he knows they’re (a) trying to use him, (b) thinking he’s any more merciful than others. He can be, but not for them. He’ll snap.

Frequents Bite Club himself and when Jessie’s dragging him there. 

He’s loyal to the hierarchy, but doesn’t appreciate weakness. 

If you can surprise him - he’ll like you, usually.

Again, don’t call him Jakoris or Ripper. It’s just Jack, he’ll accept The Better Davenport also. In fact, he’ll probably be more inclined to like you with that being his introduction. 

Jessie will correct that statement if she ever hears it.

He will irritate the hell of you before you accept that it’s going to be that or eternal torment.

He’s not related by blood in any way to Jessie - she just gives her prodigies her surname; it’s more like a marriage thing; open relationship style?

Jack’s got some heavy strips of scarring along his backside from an old reprimand that got messy; don’t ask him about it, he’ll probably stab you if he can’t bite you for it.

Often knows how to silver-tongue out of most situations; something picked up from his maker; watch him, he’s a  h y p o c r i t e. 

Like, biggest hypocrite going; doesn’t like whores; is basically the epitome of one when he masters the art of balancing pain and pleasure; he’ll threaten it, you’ll like it. 

Turns everything into a joke, 99% of the time. 

Will play the game of ruses, but has every ability to shred you to pieces if you test him.

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