Full Name: Leon Meyer
Age when Death Occurred: 19
Gender: Male
Last Residence: Chicago, Illinois
Last Occupation: College Student
Cause of Death: Gunshot to the heart
Role: Dead Male 2
Negative Traits: Irritable || Impatient || Holds grudges || Maniacal
Positive Traits: Clever || Loyal || Determined || Ambitious
Dislikes: Guns and explosions || Children || The living || The peaceful dead || Betrayal
Likes: Sushi || Sports || Medicine || Technology || Dogs
Fears: Nightmares || Pain || His inevitable insanity || Being dead
Personality Description: Before he died, Jakob was an intelligent, rather amicable student. But, since he died, he hasn't taken it too well. He's become mistrustful, paranoid, and obscenely angry. He's angry from the way he died, he's angry at the perceived unfairness of it all. He's angry at those who still live, and angry at those who have made peace with their death. He's far from being at peace, still frustrated, and still wishing he could go back.
He's not the nicest person to talk to in his current situation. He tends to treat most of the other dead with varying degrees of contempt. And he's constantly looking for a way to go back, to get a second chance. It's an obsession of his, and the old ambition that one drove him to be a doctor is now driving him to commit the unspeakable. And with how unstable he is right now, he's not going to stop for much.
But, if he's close enough to someone, part of his pre-death personality would show. He's loyal and caring, and would help any of his friends with the same gusto as he peruses his own goals. Problem is, he doesn't have too many friends right now, having alienated himself from most of the dead.
Biographical History: Leon was going places. He graduated high school a year early, had just finished his second year of college. See, he wanted to be a doctor, and was taking his pre-med course, which lasts four years. While he wasn't top of his class, he did well, had good grades, and was a nice guy to talk with. Calm, collected, good sense of humor.
During the summer, he'd take up a job that would help him pay for the next year of tuition. This particular summer, however, was slim pickings, and he was working at a gas station on the edge of town. It was simple, try to stay awake all night, and make sure anyone who comes inside doesn't steal anything. A couple weeks in to his work, a pair of hooded men broke in, and they were not there to buy gas. They had guns, and they wanted everything in the register. Simple enough, Leon was not stupid enough to try and play the hero. He pressed the hidden button, and then started forking over the cash.
The two guys robbing the store were young - probably about Leon's age. They obviously had never done this before, and seemed just as frightened as he was. Which made it all the more dangerous, as they had very, very itchy trigger fingers. Leon fumbled, accidentally banging his elbow on the counter. That startled one of the robbers, and in turn, he squeezed that trigger.
It was over in seconds. A stupid mistake. The wrong place, at the wrong time. And Leon had lost his life. If he was shot nearly anywhere else, he might have been able to survive. The unfairness of the whole ordeal nearly drove him insane - he refused to accept he was dead. He had something to live for, it couldn't end here, right? He had a girlfriend, friends and family who cared about him. He was going to become a doctor, save lives. He wanted to have a family, and grow old.
And so, returning became something of an obsession. After he died, he looked - and has kept looking - for any way to return, to bring himself back to life. At times, his previous self can be seen, but when he gets engrossed in his new goal, he has a manic determination. A wild look in his eyes. And he'll stop at nothing to go back.
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos/Markings: Circular scar over his heart.
Height: 6'4
Brief Appearance Description:
Tall and well-built, Leon's clearly athletic. He's far from lithe, and is more like a giant when he walks in the room. Though he's not a body-builder with bulging muscles and popping veins, he's rather strong, able to lift, carry, or hoist just about anything. Most of his height comes from his long, powerful legs, able to push him forward with speed and agility that seems impossible for someone of his stature. Over his chest, he has a jagged, circular scar over his heart. A grisly reminder of his demise.
His features, in contrast, are sharp and hawk-like. He has intense brown eyes that seem to bore through someone or anything with just a stern gaze, and messy bluish hair that needed a trim three weeks ago. He doesn't seem to smile often anymore, his normally handsome typically stuck in a determined grimace.
He tends to wear nice, formal clothes like suits, ties, collared shirts and slacks.
Notable Skills/Abilities:
Strong || "Just don't call me Andre."
Animal Magnetism || "I've never been bitten or attacked by a creature before. And for some reason, even the most vicious pup will love me. Is it the way I smell?"
Endurance || "Are you kidding me? You're done? I haven't even broke a sweat yet!"
Unstoppable || "If you get in my way, I swear to whatever god there is, I'll re-kill you."
Other: N/A