0
followers
follow

Jared Geyer

Always keep fighting.

0 · 272 views · located in Seattle, Washington

a character in “Wolves Reign: Blood Moon”, as played by Moonstruck

Description

Image



Image

Basics

////////////////////


Name:
Jared Dominick Geyer

Age:
41

Species:
Werewolf

Origins:
Seattle, WA; Sector 2

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Height:
6'4"



ABOUT

SONG ; ???
STRENGTH ; DETERMINATION
WEAKNESS ; OBSTINATE
FAMILY ; MOTHER, BROTHER



Image
Personality

////////////////////

Jared is the type of guy who seems good on paper: he's never in trouble with the law, pays his taxes on time, and writes to his mother. Yet upon closer inspection cracks can be seen in his facade of the obedient citizen. It's merely a thin layer of protection that makes him invisible and keeps him from drawing too much attention from the wrong people. -- At heart he is a rebel and a firebrand who believes that rules are meant to be broken, especially if they uphold injustice. While he will be polite under most any circumstances, Jared can't help but be a little smart-assy when given the opportunity and his sarcasm is mostly missed as he delivers it with such a believable cordial tone.

He is stubborn and bullheaded, having a hard time walking away from a challenge when presented. He is a crusader for what he believes is right and you can argue with him until you're blue in the face - he won't change his mind until he has been proven conclusively wrong. It is hard to dissuade him once he has made up his mind to do something too, pressing on in a mission where others have given up and dragging everyone else to the finish line. When he puts his support behind something, he puts his whole heart into it -- including people. There is no one who fights harder than Jared to achieve his goals and protect the people he loves. He drives those who care about him crazy with his bossy over-protectiveness yet his downright dangerous and careless behavior when it comes to himself.

Jared is a bit sullen, though this is not inherently part of his personality and has been created mostly by circumstance. He has lost his pack who have turned his back on him for his past reckless decisions as Beta; everyone else hates him for his mother's "betrayal of the species"; and he has been separated from what little family he has for the past 18 years, his brother not even knowing he exists. In other words, not a whole lot has been going right for Jared for a while and he's grown just a little bitter... But perhaps just a little more understanding and patient too than he was in his youth.



ABOUT

HEX CODE ; #435c57
TROPE ; THE HERO
LIKES ; JUSTICE
DISLIKES ; DISHONESTY
FEARS ; REJECTION



β–Œ
Image

Face-Claim: Jared Padalecki

As Portrayed by: Moonstruck
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
β–Œ
History

////////////////////


Before the revolution Jared was a promising young werewolf rising the ranks with his eye on becoming an Alpha one day. He was originally from Sector 1 but changed his allegiance to Sector 2 after his father's death and became Beta to Sector 2's Alpha Daryl. However, Jared still had close ties to Sector 1 having left his mother Lauren behind which later became what contributed to his downfall and the werewolf revolution at large.

Where all his trouble really began though was with an act of heroics saving a teenage girl Maia from a car wreck by turning her, unbeknownst to anyone. He abandoned her having turned her without consent only to find out months later that she was kidnapped by the assassin's league Wolfsbane Warriors. Already having the motivation between the death of his father by Wolfsbane and believing that revolution was the only way to get his people out of living in the sewers, he mobilized pack to attack the headquarters of Ordoghaz. This was much to the chagrin of Sector 1's Alpha Ian, who in turn set his sights on Jared's mother as a pawn in their political games.

The attack on Ordoghaz was a bust, losing many of of the werewolves they had brought with them and ending with a kidnapping; the only upside being that Jared had rescued his progeny. Ian was enraged by Sector 2's defiance and revealed himself to be the original Alpha Adam, defeating Daryl in battle and subjugating Sector 2 by leveraging Jared's mother against him. If his misfortune couldn't get any worse, Jared's heroics would come to backfire on him once again. Deeply smitten with his progeny but afraid that she might not understand his turning her and the consequences that would entail from the revelation he was her sire, he kept it a secret until he was certain of Maia's feelings were mutual. This was a bad decision and infuriated Maia who went to Sector 1 to pour out her grief to Lauren - in concurrence revealing this volatile piece of information to Adam.

Adam planned to use Jared's little secret against him but before he could, Jared fled the underground realizing the punishment that was about to come down on him. He hid above ground whilst the revolution waged on under Adam's command, then subsequently Conrad's when he was defeated. When the revolution was finally squashed, Jared was found and rounded up into the ghettos along with all the other werewolves. He never reconciled with his progeny who was pretty much through with him over what he had done. He was never certain what happened to his mother, but rumors circulated that she had betrayed Adam to the Wolfsbane Warriors; it wasn't until a year later that Jared confirmed this when his mother covertly came to visit him in the ghettos. She also introduced to him his baby brother Jackson, the unknown son of Adam. After their brief reunion, Jared continued to keep in touch by letter with his mother who lives on the outside with his brother both posing as humans.

His reputation has never quite recovered from the years past and nowadays he keeps a low profile in the ghetto, working as a handyman of middle rank. He tries to never draw too much attention to himself, avoiding getting too close to anyone and never introducing himself if he can help it. He rarely talks to his friends from the past either and lives off of the letters he gets from his mother with updates on how his little brother Jackson is doing.


So begins...

Jared Geyer's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: River Grayson

0.25 INK

β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
J A R E D
XXXXXXXXImage
XXXXXXXX
Image
"What do you mean β€œit's old”? This box was updated 50 years ago!"

In a mildewy backroom of a bungalow on 45th Street, Jared found himself faced with a rusted electrical box and an even more rusty old man. It was the second time Humphrey had called him with the complaint of sudden power outages and flickering lights.

"Exactly, and in technological terms that makes this thing a dinosaur, sir." Jared explained.

"I'm much older than this thing! Do I seem old to you?"

Humphrey looked to be about in his late 30s but his wardrobe said he was probably 100. He wore suspenders on his pants, a button-up shirt and was just a fedora away from being a Bing Crosby impersonator. But he supposed he might be able to pass for a hipster in these parts.

"Excuse me sir, I guess outdated would have been a better term." Jared said clearing his throat. He bumped his fist against the exterior of the electric box. "It’s likely it just can't support all of the appliances that are in most households nowadays... Coffee makers, toasters, microwaves..."

"I don't have no microwave, kid. Don't you know that thing uses radiation? Like an atomic bomb and you seen what the radiation did to the Japanese."

He had a feeling anyone under the age of 50 was a kid in his book.

"Right…" Jared rubbed his forehead and thought. "How about I do a test than… May I turn off the power and take a look at the meter?"

"Sure, meter’s in back." Humphrey chin gestured through the screen door to the backyard.

Jared switched the circuit breaker off and went into the backyard. The yard was just as poorly maintained as the inside, it was mostly dark clay mud with patches of grass and scrap metal. A makeshift chicken coop of corrugated sheet metal and plywood was set up in the corner and the emaciated chickens inside clucked wearily at him as he went by. He squished over to the meter towards the rear chain link fence and inspected it.

There was nothing tampered with but the needle was still spinning in the meter just as he suspected.

He scratched the back of his head, someone, likely one of the neighbors, was siphoning electricity somehow. He walked along one side of the house and hoisted aside a rusted car hood and a full set of mattress springs to find an outlet with an extension cord coming out of it that burrowed down beneath the mud. He pulled it up a little to see which direction it went and followed it, hopping the short chain link fence into the yard next door.

The bungalow on the other side was a little smaller than Humphrey’s and its windows were shuttered closed and quiet. He saw where the cord resurfaced out of the ground and disappeared through a small drilled hole in the exterior shingles. As he stood there thinking of what to do, he had the sensation of someone watching him and looked to the window above his head where he saw the closed blinds swaying as if they had just been touched.

Someone was home.

He thought he didn't get paid enough to deal with neighborhood relations. Yet two werewolves fighting for resources could spark a nasty conflict and the once Beta in him still couldn't help sticking himself in the middle to keep that from happening.

Humphrey probably didn't know the outside outlet existed judging by how little the backyard was used and he could have just unplugged the extension cord and called it good. The whole block was owned by the same landlord who charged a flat rate for utilities so the bill wasn't an issue, but Jared had no desire to come back for the same complaint over and over into the foreseeable future when the electricity thief plugged it in again or perhaps found a sneakier way to steal power.

He didn't even know who lived in this house, it could have been a bigger and antsier werewolf than Humphrey. Still he marched to the front porch of the bungalow and gave the door three hard knocks.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: River Grayson

0.25 INK

β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
β•‘
R I V E R
XXXXXXXXImage
XXXXXXXX
Image
River floated in and out of her atelier all morning, visiting the kitchen to top off or reheat her coffee as the need arose. The soft humming of the servers accompanied by the faint padding of bare feet across the hardwood floor was comforting. She was enjoying the rare, quiet moment bathed in the cool glow of the monitors. Most days, the neighborhood was alive with obstreperous beasts who wouldn't know peace and quiet if they were smacked over the head with it. Hard. Today was the odd exception.

She took a long sip from the steaming cup cradled in both of her hands, propping herself up against the door frame with a well-placed shoulder. Her connection here within the confines of the ghetto walls was...well it sucked. She was tapping into the power from her neighbor's neglected line and still it would be another millennia before the download was finished.

River was considered an odd wolf by most. Quiet, thoughtful, intellectual. Though, she has razor blades for teeth when provoked.

It wasn't that werewolves as whole lacked intelligence. On the contrary, knowledge was usually a by product of time which they had plenty of since they were - in essence - ageless. It was technology that they were at odds with. Their whole lives were regulated by passes and chips, things unseen. Computer sciences was somewhat like religion to them in that it was summed up as something they didn't understand and feared. If only they saw the artistry of it. River's workshop was no cathedral, but to her it was just as beautiful...no, more so. It was a chancel for change, a doorway to freedom for a fortunate few.

A mongrel with no natural place to belong to had found a small corner in her world where she could be useful, wanted, and appreciated. Praetor Lupus needed someone like her, and that made her invaluable. She took another sip. Not that anyone knew she was a mongrel, that was her little secret. Mongrels didn't last long in ghetto Harlow.

Just then, no sooner than the notion to check her progress had occurred, some creature could be heard blundering about outside her place. Her head snapped in the direction of her blinded window. It was more than likely nothing, a sound only marked as odd or significant because of the unusual lack of noise, but her work made her paranoid and for good reason. Were she ever caught...She idled close, pulling a single blind down to peer out into the yard. The aberration met her gaze and River leapt back in surprise. What the fuck?! This was no unruly child crossing fenced barriers like they were lines on a hopscotch court. She hovered in place for a second too long, unsure if she should abandon her work altogether and scurry out the back. The creature decided for her.

A hard knock sounded at her front door and nearly made River jump out of her own skin. She clutched her drink a little too firmly as a growl rattled underneath her breath. Patrolmen? Couldn't be...who would be ballsy enough to tip them off and risk the ire of the rebellion? River stealthily sidled up to the front entrance, resting the mug on the nearby entry way table before peering through the peephole to get a better look at him. A man about her age, or appearing to be anyways, stood before her. He looked innocuous enough, and was not any official she recognized. It was too difficult to scent whether he was human or beast through the door. She cast a furtive glance back to her atelier before she made up her mind.

She deftly turned over about a hundred locks before she wretched the door open, straining the chain that kept it from opening more than an inch or two. Her body blocked the view of the inside of her place.

"What do you want." It sounded less like a question and more like an accusation the way she hurled it at him.