Description

Personality

Jeff is very laid back, cool, and kind, but to earn such kindness was hard for any who wants it. To strangers hes not cold, yet simply uncaring if it doesn't happen to be any of his business, he has been known to come to the aid of people unfortunate enough to run into a mugger, or any other criminals he happens to be in the area of at the time of their illegal actions.

Equipment

None as of right now.

History

As a young boy Jeffery was oppressed by his drunk father, his mother had died of pneumonia when he was four, so all he remembers of his mother is her face. His father blames him for his mother's death, and at times so does Jeffery, for he feels he didn't take care of his mother as he should. An obvious thing is that he is completely fine with his father being a drunk, but what he wasn't fine with was having to be at the end of constant yelling, having to hear it, or having to take his father's actions as his fault. At age eight, four years after his mother's death, he walked home from school after missing the bus. He stopped at the end of a street, he had taken a wrong turn, but maybe it was for the better. When he looked around, he realized he was before a Dojo, not just any Dojo one for Kung Fu, and other styles of fighting. He became curious, entering the Dojo unintentionally, met by the chants of training students, "Hua, Hua, Hua-" Jeffery then continued into the Dojo his back pack slipping off of his arm. While walking he quickly ducks under a misfired kick, he covers his head, but then the teacher orders the students to stop, he came over to Jeffery looking down upon the boy with a sympathetic gaze, "Young one...Why are you here?" Jeffery looks surprised, "I...I'm sorry I just...I was curious...I..." The teacher held his hand up, "I didn't ask how you came to be in this Dojo, I asked WHY you are here...If you have no answer, simply say so, and I will help you find that answer, if you do, then you do not need my teachings." Jeffery looked up at the teacher, "I don't know why I'm here, but...I'd like to know why I am." Little did Jeffery know, the next ten years he'd spend among that Dojo, the teacher like his grandfather, who he came to call so, "Gramps..." He wanted to raise a question, now that he was eighteen, and realizing life as it is, "I still do not know why I am here...I always thought it was to be at peace, but...I never told you so, because I do not think it the true answer. I feel as if...I have more purpose, but its as if I don't want it to be so...I feel as if I don't want something heavy on my shoulders; Do I seem a coward because of this?" His teacher, now much older, and having to use a cane to walk properly, "Well...Jeffery, after ten long years, you have earned the right to be a teacher here, but even I believe that is not why you're here, the reason you're here is not an answer I can give; it's even one I do not know, but I believe it will appear to you...In some way." Jeffery's expression lightened up, "Thank you, Sensai. If it is something larger than I am...Do you think I will be able to face it? Whatever it is?" His teacher chuckles heartily, "Well Jeffery, as your Sensai, and one who is not supposed to make unknown predictions. But...I believe you are strong, Jeffery, stronger than many will never be able to comprehend, I think even you don't comprehend how strong you are, and will be in the future." His teacher nods, and this little glimpse of the past fades. He is still in school, a few more months, and he graduates, hoping said destiny arrives after that, and not before.