Jason Lefevre | Childe

Lets start from the top down, shall we? We'll start with an outline too. Jason works out quite often, not body builder style but enough to stay in shape. Jason also practices a martial arts called To Shin Do. Jason's frame is 6'1, though nothing looks gangly about him. Jason has short brown hair that is normally cut in an almost crew cut like manner. Rarely does Jason let facial hair grow in; but if he does it is a goatee and mustache. Jason has deep blue eyes that let nothing of his emotions seep out; he has had practice enough to hide how he feels.

As for style, it is rare to find Jason in anything but a suit; a gi is acceptable when he is training. Jason is all about appearances, making sure that he looks tip top shape before leaving his floor. Jason walks with an air of power and respect about him. One of this trademarks is a smirk.

Charming>>

Jason appears to be extremely charming. Not flirty, there is a thin line but there is one. What Jason is doing is simply acting a gentlemen and suave. Now wether or not he is really acting this way because he wants to or because he is holding up a front is another story; and one you will never be able to figure out unless he tells you. Jason is great at faking his feelings, a skill that he can thank his mother for.

Liar>>

Jason is a liar. It's as simple as that. He will say whatever he want to get his way, even though most the time he has no reason to lie for that. When people see Mr. Leverfe they know that whatever he asks is to be his, or there will be an issue. Or at least the people under him. It isn't that he is mean or vicious all the time; it's that he can be. If he gives you a direct order and you disobey it, then please believe you will feel a consequence. How bad is according to how badly you disobeyed. But he is a fair leader. But we're getting off topic. Jason has learned how to hide his emotions from a young age, so if he wants you to think that he is happy you will believe he is happy. Jason can tell you the sky is purple and while you might see it's blue, you'll dang well believe he thinks it's purple.

Powerful>>

To both vampires under his rule and normal citizens alike, you can tell he is powerful. While his only resturaunt in Chicago is the La Nourriture est Bonne; he has plenty other ones amongst the world and many, many more in france. Financially he is either the richest man in Chicago or close enough to it. Jason also walks with an aura of powerful and respected.

Loyal>>

If you actually make it into his close friend circle, congratulations. This isn't a very easily achievable thing. Jason treats his close friends like family. There is very little he wouldn't do for them.

BIRTH>>

Pier and Marie Leverfe were vampires from a long, long line of vampires. They were also fromy highly respected families in France. With one son name Tyler, they wanted many more. After a few attempts, Jason was born. Pier ruled his sons with an iron fist, not letting up with the slighest bit. You see, Pier owned his own convenent of vampires; large in size. It was Tyler's duty to take over for him one day, and Jason's as well if anything were to happen to his brother.

FOUR>>

At four, Pier and Marie had another son. This one Pier let of the hook a little more, since he didn't see how anything could ever happen to his first two sons. Instead of loathing his brother, both Tyler and Jason loved this new addition to their family greatly. Jason especially grew found of the boy since he was closes in age. Shortly after the birth, Marie was killed by vampire hunters.

TWENTY>>

Jason's family first moved to Chicago when he was twenty. Almost instantly he fell in love with the mafia life. The suits, the fedoras; the pure power. Jason dove head first into it and slowly worked his way up to one of the leaders in Chicago before he realized that his family was moving back to France. They couldn't stay in one place too long or they would get discovered and they had already been there twelve years and people were wondering why he stopped aging at twenty-eight.

THIRTY-TWO>>

Jason grew tiresome of his life with the covenant. He needed aventure so he set off to travel the world. Jason visted everywhere from Germany to America to Japan. Jason sowed some wild oats and learned a various amounts of languages; all of which he ended up teaching his younger brother when he returned seven years late.

FIFTY-TWO>>

The war between species had been going on for a while at this point. It was blood filled of all species. Humans were holding their own, learning how to properly slay the beasts. The ones that were in charge of it were called Slayers. The vampires fought the wolves and the humans, the wolves fought the vampires and humans; it was a blood bath. When his father died, Jason didn't know how to take it. They really didn't get along, Jason not liking his fathers strict style. But when Tyler took over and the species signed the truce. Jason felt betrayed but bit his tongue.

SIXTY-EIGHT>>

Since the truce was founded world wide, Jason decided to travel the world again. This time he went about it with a bit more of a business adventure. Jason started up resturaunt chains around the world, french ones named La Nourriture est Bonne. They caught fire, especially in America where fancy resturaunts were adored. Jason became quite the tycoon after that.

SEVENTY-SEVEN>>

Finally, almost ten years later; Jason returned to Chicago where the Lefevre family had settled down in a mansion. The covenant had disparted as soon as the truce had happened, some sick with disgust at it but agreeing to follow it; others glad to finally have a way out. Jason's family had lots of money from their families earler adventures and so they were comfortable. With Jasons' newest contrabution of money they were rich.

ONE HUNDRED EIGHT>>

Life had gotten dull, but Jason had kept himself honed with the new martial arts To Shin Do. Or new to him really. It was a modern version of ninjutsu. Jason also worked out and lead his now booming restraunts as if they were his covenant. When someone came and told him that Tyler was dead, Jason couldn't believe it. There was no way to look over the body, but Jason was sure that it had to be a break in the truce. Or maybe he just wanted to act out. So quietly Jason began to gather people, starting the Lié par l'honneur; who's name in English meant Honor Bound. It was ironic.

Ah, the cat taunted. It was amusing. It filled him with an adrenaline rush that made him almost quiver with anticipation; but Loki kept it still. There was no way he'd let something as amateurish as getting over excited stop this kill. It had been a while since he'd murdered another cat, not out of some false sense of nobility; just the opportunity never arose. But this was too perfect to pass up.

Loki let the amusement play on his face. While it didn't ebb away his intention, maybe only made it more apparent. “Only if you are scared of death, princess.” She wasn't the only one who could come up with names. She-cats had a smell about them that brought on an anger so sweet. It made his tail lash back and forth. His fur bristle. “I don't smell that fear about you though. Think you're tough, little lady? Want to dance with the devil?” His soothing voice echoed quietly, almost a whisper. He wasn't worried about the cats that might be in the camp. No, it just came out that low.

Loki didn't follow her circle. He knew better than to be baited. Instead he kept his ears on her, kept his mental picture of her in his inner minds eye. The best way to track an adversary was to pretend that you weren't doing so. Though the she-cat seemed trained in the ways of battle, Loki still didn't find the need to make it apparent what he was doing. As soon as she came back into view, Loki unsheathed his sharp claws and summed her up. Muscular, which could be trouble; and she had abnormally sharp teeth; no doubt the work of the two-leg worshipers. Her claws looked dangerous, but Loki would avoid them.

“Aren't you going to call to your friends, little kit? Or are you sure you can handle this yourself?” Though he let his voice purr with courage and over confidence; he wouldn't over estimate her until he knew what her blood tasted like. Loki hated making the first move, so he decided to throw something fake toward her; just to see her reactant time. Moving fast, he lashed out with his paw toward her legs; before dodging away. It wasn't meant to land, just to test her. To try the waters and see how bad they rippled.

Loki followed it up with another one to her front paws, before flipping backward and lashing with his back paws; hoping to connect somewhere with this one. The trick was while they were focusing on you attacking their paws; you hit them when they dodged or counter attacked. It didn't always work, but since it was mainly just to see how good they were it was okay to miss even if you wanted to. Hearing his father coach him as a kit, Loki shook the thought from his mind. No distractions.