((Family))
Jack Bierce
Name: Jackson Dexter Bierce
Meaning:AKA: Jack (please, please, use this), Dr. Jackson Dexter (which is actually his legal name)
Affiliation: Um... Alumnae association of Oxford?
Age: 30
Birthdate: December 5th
Height: 6'1"
Blood Type:Favorite Food: Egg in a window with tomatos, mushrooms, sausages, and bacon on the side
Likes: tea with milk, rainy days, the smell of old books, walking and then walking some more, playing pool and darts, smoking, drinking (he's switched to rum and coke since arriving in the States because he can't stand most of the easily available beers), target practice, blues and classic rock
Dislikes: hot days, dogs, militant non-smokers, having to hit women (he'll still do it, of course, but he doesn't like to), any sort of vehicle that he could be expected to drive (his personal record is hitting a telephone pole ten minutes after getting behind the wheel... -sober-.), techno music
Hobbies: pool and snooker, target practice, pissing time away at the nearest bar (He misses his pubs in a bad way.), darts, reading sci-fi/fantasy and giggling (manfully, please), hunting down new grimoires for his collection
Weaknesses: Jack is, deep down, on the chivalrous side of things and so he'll always give a woman the benefit of the doubt. A pretty face and a quick mind can have him tolerating a hell of a lot from you if you're female. He is a chain smoker and gets terribly twitchy without his fix. He is painfully loyal to his family back in England so, if you go at them, well... Actually, consider that more a warning than a weakness.
Personality: loyal to his family and select group of friends (we're talking maiming your enemies here, absolutely horrific punishments for those who harm his people), brilliant like a diamond, clever as a fox, mind like a steel trap with a memory for information and grudges, thinks quickly and converts thought to action in a fluid and decisive manner despite his air of lazy ennui, could have been a great scholar if only he cared more about the set order of things, flaunts custom when it interferes with his own good common sense and instinct, introverted by nature and keeps his feelings close to his chest, guards his emotions nearly as well as he guards his friends and keeps his own counsel, slow-burning temper and a tendency to think too much on things, amiable with a dry sense of humor, quite approachable unless he's giving off his Broody Warning Signs and listens with interest to anyone willing to spill to him
Appearance: Lean and lanky, Jack slouches through life with a wary gaze at the world. His movements, lazy and shambling at times, often with his head angled downwards, relax people into ignoring him; he just doesn?t seem threatening in the least. It makes for a fabulous disguise and people always underestimate him. His wardrobe downplays his long, ropey muscles and his large hands are usually tucked in pockets or playing with a cigarette. His face is strong and more attractive than pretty with a squared-off chin, a defined jawline, a broad forehead slightly creased with worry wrinkles, and a slightly crooked nose. It all works for him in spades, though, when he smiles. His smile is pure magic, really, and transforms a face that seems slightly broody when relaxed into something you really, suddenly wouldn't mind seeing first thing in the morning. He keeps his dark brown hair on the short side, slightly longer on top, and never goes to more trouble when it comes to styling than rubbing a handful of gel through it all in a half-dozen passes so that it all stands effectively on end and out of his way. His skin is slightly olive and given to developing dark circles under his eyes if he doesn't get enough sleep. His eyes are the color of dark chocolate and very expressive. There are some crows-feet at the corners from his smiles. He sports the traditional smoker's burn between first and second fingers on his right hand and has a jagged scar across his right forearm that looks like something tried to take a bite out of him. Another, much nastier scar runs across his stomach; hence, despite having a pretty nummy chest, you'll rarely see him with his shirt off. There are some lesser scars over his back that look like someone's been clawing at his back. Someone or something.
History: to come
Equipment: Now that he's settled down (somewhat), Jack indulges and he has a room full of books - old, new, valuable, cheap but they all have to do with magic in theory or practice. His own grimoire is kept in an inelegant lock box beneath his bed with the other tools necessary for his habits. In another lock box beneath that bed is a Colt .45 pistol and ammo. He will rarely be seen without a battered brown leather messenger bag slung over his torso.
Brunswick
Brother. Feien. Snarky and fierce and refuses to admit to feeling at all protective.
Evie
Sister. Drinkable. Adorable and bouncy and loves everyone.
Regina
Sister. Came out of a crate.
