Post by Curse Jordan on Dec 25, 2011 22:09:41 GMT -6
--Get your motor runnin',
Head out on the highway.
We're lookin' for adventure,
And whatever comes our way--
Name:Gabriel "Curse" Jordon
Nicknames: Curse
Age:34
Classification:Hunter
Orientation: Straight
Affiliations: Winchesters, Jo? He'd hate to get on her bad side. That shotgun is lethal!
Occupation: Bar owner, weapons expert, hunter
PB Claim: Ryan Reynolds
Personal Description: Curse stands a hair over six foot and keeps himself fit. He sports a six pack of abs that are hard as steel and enjoys testing himself physically even though hes been out of the military a few months now.
Personality:Curse is a very charming young man who can either be your best friend or your worst enemy. His smile hides an intelligent mind and he is very observant. Although he plays fast and loose with the women, he's not the type that leaves them expecting more the next morning and makes no secret about his thoughts and opinions. He calls things as he sees them and very seldom changes his path course once set.
Personal Style: Curse loves his jeans and tshirts but can, on occasion, get all dressed up. Boots are his general footwear because you never can tell when your gonna need them to stomp the crap out of a bad guy.
Personality Quirks:Hes got a nervous tick to his jaw when he gets pissed or irritated.
History:
Born to a middle class, average family, Curse grew up on a west Texas ranch roping cows and riding broncs. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to turn him one way or another. His first 18 years were those of a normal kid until he enlisted in the military and was sent over seas.
While enlisted, he proved himself to be the best of the best and made the Navy Seals in no time. Under cover of special ops, he learned to track, spy and kill all without a glimmer of detection. During his service, he learned that everything in the world wasn't what most people though. Forced to keep his knowledge to himself, he grew colder and more reserved until he finally was able to flip an emotional switch on what was right and what was wrong.
After 8 years of living hell, he hung up his uniform and headed home to find his little sister missing and his family dead. During his tour of duty, his father had suffered a mysterious illness and had then gone insane, shooting his mother to death. Due to his being out of radio contact, he hadn't even been there to attend the funeral but once he was back, he started digging for answers. What he found gave him chills. He began to suspect someone or something of causing his fathers illness and his mothers murder. And whatever it was involved his missing sister.
Taking to the road to find the missing pieces to the puzzle, Curse took up gigs and assignments to pay his way. One such trip landed him in Vegas at a friends wedding where he met and married his wife, Joanna Beth Harvelle in a whirlwind romance. To say they were both shocked the next morning was putting it lightly.
From there, the new couple learned to give and take and finally settled in New Orleans where they bought some land and finally a little bar on the outskirts of the bayou. Which turned out rather well since Jo turned up pregnant with the twins, Tessa and Jacob.
Unfortunately, it wasn't all safe sailing as Curse got a call that took him back into the thick of a drug cartel battle and left his very pregnant wife believing him dead. Which, he certainly felt like. Thankfully though, his best friend and former colonel, Derek Devoux took great risks to go into the line of fire and pull his ass out so he could be back in time for his wife to go into labor.
It was indeed a miracle.
Since then, they've run their bar and Curse has set up a little weapons depo in the basement. They help out on hunts where they can while trying to raise a family and being of as much help to other hunters as possible.
Roleplay Example:
Laughing at his wife's evident disgust, Curse let her push him through the door and then took the steps two at a time. Throwing his arm around her shoulders once they reached the back hallway, the hunter grinned down at her wickedly before saying.
"See... this is why I married you though.. All those brains in there..Not to mention the sexiest body I've ever had the pleasure makin love too. I'm sure you'll have it figured out in no time. You and Lexi worrying at the same problem is bound to shake something loose... Not to mention being damn right scary!"
Reaching the kitchen door, he stuck his head in and yelled out an order for two bacon cheeseburgers with fries and then continued with his wife out into the main part of the bar.
"I forgot to ask.... Did Erik say anything about what might have triggered all this stuff and why you and Lexi seem to be the only ones channeling it? Seems a bit weird to me... There has be be others in the area..."
A quick look around the main room showed that it seemed to be a busy evening for the Bullet so Curse stepped behind the bar and pulled out two longnecks. Sliding one across the counter top to Jo, he waved at the bartender and then twisted the top of his own. Just as he was about to take a swig of the cold liquid, his eye caught on a slender woman seated at a table with a rough looking man.
Frowning, he hesitated with his beer half to his mouth and then he shook his head. Talk about seeing ghosts. That woman looked so much like Lizzie that he'd almost believed it for a moment. However, there was no way his little sister would be sitting coolly in the middle of a roughneck bar in the middle of New Orleans.
Unaware that some of his thoughts had showed on his face, Curse rubbed his jaw and then turned to glance at Jo. There was still a bit of pain in his expression as he saw her questioning look and shrugged.
"Sorry... for a moment there....I thought I'd seen a ghost."
Navigating around the mahogany, the hunter couldn't help another look at the woman at a different angle. His heart flew to his throat and he stopped in his tracks. The likeness was so damned unreal that he couldn't help the call that escaped his lips.
"Lizzie?"
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