Jebediah Verdond

JEBEDIAH VERDOND

 NICKNAME Jeb

 AGE 43
 BIRTHDAY February 19

 SPECIES Warlock
 ETHNICITY American

 GENDER Male
 SEXUALITY Heterosexual

 ROLE He's only on the island under contract; a mercenary.

 POWER Due to the constant pain he suffers from injuries obtained by narrowly avoiding another reincarnation due to a deal he made with a demon, Jeb can no longer concentrate well enough to form any sort of complex spell. All he can do now if channel raw magical energy into a weapon in place of normal projectiles, his preferred weaponry being firearms. The gun he is using as a catalyst must be unloaded of ammunition so his magic has a place to form projectiles inside it. These magi-bullets vary in destructive power depending on how much energy Jebediah uses to form it. To get them up to the damaging and potentially lethal effects of a normal bullet tires him out much faster than run of the mill blasts, while charging one up enough to punch through anti-magic spells/armor takes alot out of him. Magical projectiles come in various shades of blue.

His eyes function through reaction to either his own or others movement. They will pick up even the slightest movement in any foreign objects or entities, but it is a bit harder for him own actions to activate his eyes. This means that if he stands perfectly still and lets himself go blind he can become something of a human motion detector. He sees everything in a red tint do to seeing the world through crystal eyes. The gems stop glowing should they not currently be activated.

Jeb's third power is the immortality he acquired through a bargain with a demon. He actually wished for eternal life but apparently always being guaranteed to come back to life after dying counts as living forever. The trade off is that Jeb is damned to continuously suffer horrifically excruciating ways to die, with no way of knowing when or where it will happen. After each death he must wait 10 years to awaken as an infant on the doorstep of some random house, memories intact.

 APPEARANCE An interesting fellow to say the least, Jeb's face is permanently hidden by a sort of metallic face plate. Two eye holes are carved in the mask to allow what look to be the ends of red jewels to poke out from underneath the mask. These gems are actually Jeb's artificial eyes, and are jammed into his eye sockets with multitudes of wired and whatnot running between them and other hidden machinery under the mask. Another metal plate wraps around his chest and is adorned with several gauges, lights, tubes and other assorted do-hickeys, most notable being two large tubes that snake up from his upper-left chest, each heading around an opposite side of his neck, to connect to the back of his head. A small door on the right side of his chest opens up to reveal a small chamber that is used to insert nutrients and liquid food into his body.

It should be know that Jebediah's face is completely mangled behind the face, with absolutely no resemblance to your typical human-being. It's a miracle he's even alive really. Due to extensive healing magics pumped into him his body actually experience a growth spurt, now being 6 feet and 9 inches tall with arms that are still just a bit too long to be proportionally correct. He's also rather skinny as well.

Clothing wise he sticks to a brown duster and stereotypical cowboy boots, while also wearing black gloves, jeans, and cowboy hat of course.

 PERSONALITY Living the lives of paupers and peasants after being one of the most powerful men in the world had filled Jebediah with the desire to obtain some semblance of his former glory. This desire primarily manifests in an driving-urge to acquire as much wealth as possible. And Jeb believes the fastest way to do that for someone of his particular talents is to sell himself out as a gun for hire.

While it is just a means to an end Jebediah does take good care to make sure his reputation is not squandered. He will not cut corners on a job and is known to fill out his task to the letter. Really the only thing that can cause him to stray from an assigned task is the immediate opportunity to get his hands on something of great monetary value. On rare occasions he will even double cross his employer should the odd indicate that doing so will lead to him profiting more, with most occurrences of such behavior happening when Jeb was none to fond of his contractor.

Comes across as quite charming for someone who lives in a state of perpetual agony. He greets most people with an almost friendly demeanor, and even to his victims is known to act with some common courtesies. Many a person have been caught off-guard when the wheezing cyborg with crystals stabbed into his head greets someone with a 'howdy yall' like it's some cheesy spaghetti western. This near constant state of being affable is in actuality a fabrication to both leave a positive impression for potential contractors while also deterring others from noticing that he bears the emotional weight of a man who's spent centuries doing some regrettable things with nothing to show for it.

That's not too say it's all smiles for the man in the iron mask. While he'll still do it, targeting women and minors is not something that sits well with him, and he will demand a higher-than-average payment as compensation. Being cruel for cruelty's sake is also something he looks down upon. A job being messed up in general can naturally put him on edge. Currently repressed into the deepest depths of his subconscious due to living increasingly chaotic lifestyles is the need for order that formed in his original incarnation. This only really seeps through to the surface while managing items or tasks of his own, and will often be forgotten in favor of obtaining money.

His love life is a touchy subject, and any kind of wish-granting magic will put him on edge. Does not like lawn-mowers. He will get snappy if the topic of the conversation is about how tasty your lunch was, eating vitamin-goop through a straw does not make one a happy camper.

 WEAKNESSES Has a bad case of loud Vader-breath that he can only hold off for extremely short amounts of time, so he's not the best at sneaking around. He also needs some form of firearm for his magic to actually work since he basically needs something easy to visualize deadly projectiles flying from. His greed is known to get the best of him and he has a record of ditching or even betraying his contractor because he believed he'd make more profit then from working for them. Being blind if you disable his eyes is also occasionally a issue for him.

 STRENGTHS While the magic he fires from his guns is powerful, it still flies like a bullet at high velocity that he has no control over what-so-ever, meaning his accuracy is purely from being that good with a gun. That skill carries over to most handguns. He's also quite thorough while on the job and will try his best to complete the task to the letter, assuming he hasn't decided it's in his best interest to leave your employment. Abnormally long arms means no cookie jar or priceless trinkets placed on high-up shelves are an issue.

 HISTORY In a time were magic was much more prevalent Jebediah, or whatever he was called then, was renowned as perhaps one of the strongest practitioners of conjuring magic throughout the lands. He could make almost anything really, and would often visit villages solely to assist the people that lived there by making them things to help with their daily lives. Everyone grew to love this fellow and see him as a saint of sorts. Some sought him out purely to pledge themselves as his disciples, in hopes that he would share the secrets of his trade. And he did just that, forming a guild of loyal conjurers he trained himself in order to share his gifts with even more people at a time. Eventually his fame grew to such a degree that the traditionally scattered people of the land came together and begged him to be their king. His acceptance of the offer would be his undoing.

For a while life was grand for everyone in the kingdom. It was almost a utopia really, everyone has everything they could want and the people has a ruler would do everything in his power to make sure things stayed that way. Unfortunately as time went on the king began to develop an obsession with insuring that everything stayed perfect. Minor crimes became punishable with increasingly extreme forms of retribution, to the point that speaking out of context during a public speech could result in a public beating. The king still made sure everyone was well fed and had what they needed and wanted for their daily lives but requests became increasingly more reserved as many activities and substances became banned and expectations on other things grew stricter. No one wanted risk gaining the ire of the king.

As he grew old the king realized something. While not afraid of death, his departure would cause a power vacuum that he was not sure his guild members could fulfill. And without proper rule this perfect society everyone has worked so hard to make would surely falter and die. There had to be some way to make sure that he could watch over his flock for the rest of days. But even as he spent hours upon days upon months upon years searching for the means to live forever, it turns out the answer would find him.

At the height of his despair a hooded man came and visited the grand court of the kingdom, bringing with him a single bird in a cage. When he presented the bird to the king it could easily be seen that the bird was dead, it's head having been removed and then restitched to it's body. But with a flick on the man's fingers the bird quickly climbed unto its feet and began to peck at the seeds in the bottom of the cage. While creepy strangers reviving the dead should have been a red flag for anyone, the king was delighted at this display. And thus a deal was offered, a contract signed.

The king died the next day. A wandering magician thought to be insane for claiming to be the old tyrant-king died 32 years later at the hands of a Guildsman. 78 years after that a warlock was hunted down and burned for conducting human sacrifices, of which the most recent being his own wife, and conspiring against the local lord.

After even more cycles of death and rebirth came a frontier bandit who seemed to always have the finest revolvers and sharpest aim, along with a love for coin that was legend. the wild west had ever seen. He ended up getting trampled by a heard of cattle and died from several ruptured organs. That didn't seem to be the end of the bandit, for of all the identities the old king has worn that one he became most fond of. And so 46 years later when a man started ruling the underworld of Boston with an iron fist under the same name as that famous outlaw, people began to speak of the ghost of Jebediah in hushed tones and whispered tales.

For the former wizard-king the identity of Jebediah the Outlaw became something of a fallback when he found no obvious way to utilize his current identity and social standing to his benefit. In cases like that he would return to the underworld as the masked gunslinger, causing the resurgence of debates over whether this one way just a copycat, or the original having returned from the grave. His use of magic tended to tip such debates in the favor of the former.

In his latest life Jebediah's luck has run especially dry. With this body he had been seeking work as a mercenary, but while on a job the man he was hired to kill turned out to be a professional wrestling garden-gnome who proceeded to suplex his face into a weed-wacker before leaving Jeb lying there with a live hand grenade at his feet. Somehow he managed to survive, but his face was completely ruined and the explosion did a number on his lungs. It was only through the installation of experimental cybernetics, courtesy of SeerTech Industries, that Jeb was able to keep from having to wait another 10 years to reincarnate. While the reconstructive services were offered free of charge, he still opted to give the company a permanent discount should they ever require his services. As luck would have it SeerTech took him up on that offer, hiring him to supervise the live combat-testing of an experimental new robot that had been secretly provided to a crew of criminals planning on stirring up trouble at Foresta Academey.

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