Name: Jeremy Archer
Concept: Lesser Gifted
Hair: Dirty blond
Known Aliases: Shadow
Channeling Magic: 0
Life Points: 34
Endurance Points: 32
Essence Pool: 20
|Fast Reaction Time||2|
|Secret(Information on people)||3-|
|Adversary(Art theft in the FBI, and the Rosicrucian)||2-|
Power LevelCharacter Bio:
|Martial Arts (Special)||2|
Jeremy was born lucky. His mother had been just another drug addicted whore, dependent on any man who showed her any kind of affection. His father, had been a random john, a man her mother fucked for a little bit of money to support her habit. But his the people who spawned him, aren't very important in the long run. He was lucky enough that his mother raised him until he was old enough to run the streets of London, and than one day she vanished. She either ran away, or was killed, but it turned out to be a lucky break for him, because the son of a bitch who was sleeping with her, had been staring at him a little too intently recently, and with her gone, he had managed to dodge a bullet, and a lifetime of forced child prostitution. Understandably mistrustful of the system, the police, and anything resembling the law, Jeremy promptly, and completely disappeared to...into the streets that he knew so well.
Again he was lucky, because although he hadn't started off as the most street savvy of kids, he was a quick learner, able to go long periods without eating, and had a willingness to do anything to survive. He even managed to find a group of other homeless kids to run with, and he learned the true meaning of safety in numbers. The six years he lived on the streets taught him many things, from picking pockets, scamming strangers, to how to slip a condom on a John who was unwilling to suit up. And the streets weren't just a home and teacher for him, it also gave a strange meaning to his life, and forced him to create his own boundaries, rules, even an odd sort of structure. So even though he was a criminal, he held to a moral high ground, that even upstanding members of society would find hard to follow.
When he was 14, he was incredibly stupid, and when he found a slightly open window, and compared it to his almost painfully empty belly, he took a risk, and added breaking and entering to his long list of felonies. It seemed a bit too good to be true at first, but even when the window creaked, and slipped inside, nobody came out to catch him in the act. So he got comfortable, eating what food he could find. And than he got curious, thinking that such a large and obviously expensive house must hold untold riches, he started upstairs to look around. It wasn't until he heard a slight click when he tried to open a door, that he realized that he had made a big mistake. Moving quickly, he managed to dodge a trap, and than another, before he tripped over his feet and took a tumble down the stairs.
When he woke up, he found himself in a strangers bed, almost completely naked, except for his raggedy pair of briefs, and a sheet covering his lower body. It only took him a moment to realize that there were no other clothes, and that he was quite firmly trapped in a strangers room. He took comfort in the knowledge that he wasn't in jail, but he wasn't stupid, and knew that he could have possibly landed himself in an altogether more dangerous situation.
Again, the luck that had kept him alive for so long, had kicked in again, and instead of finding himself in the clutches of some child molester, he lucked out, and caught the interest of a rather 'eccentric' multi-millionaire. The man was older, already had a son around the same age as Jeremy, but he saw something in the boy, and took his own risk by taking a chance on the little raggedy street urchin. It was the boys natural instincts, the way he anticipated an attack, and his quick mind, mixed in with unbelievable luck, that in the end, made Jeremy an apt pupil. When he was adopted, Jeremy finally got a taste of a real home, and a real family. And so he was trained, and in the end took up the mantle of a first classed thief.
He spent decades doing what he loved, and he did love it. When he started getting older, he decided that he was ready to do something else with his life. Which, through a twist of fate, led to him contracting with the FBI, in return they'd erase his file from the database, and a comfortable salary. Art theft, was far from happy about this though, so he held little doubt that they somehow kept a record of him somewhere, in the deepest darkest depths of their file cabinets. And it was almost ironic, that his work with the FBI lead to him garnering more enemies, than he had throughout his entire criminal career. Even through all that, he kept to his code, and refused to give out actual names and intimate details of his contacts, instead guiding the various teams he's worked with in the right direction.[/s]