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Date: Aug 12, 2011
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KEVIN METHUSELAH JACOBS



twenty four, male, lycanthrope



N I C K NA M E : Kev, Shaggy, "Taxi!" 


B I R T H D A T E : April 20th, 1987


E Y E C O L O R : Brown


H A I R C O L O R : Brown


H E I G H T : 5'11"


W E I G H T : 170


D I S T G U I S H I N G F E A T U R E S : Tattoo on his upper arm, a heart with the name "Ruby" across it.  Doesn't remember getting it, and doesn't know anyone named Ruby.



F L A V O R : Wolf


D E S C R I P T I O N : wolfy looking wolf

S K I L L S :
* Skill : Driving a cab.
* Skill : Smoking.
* Skill : Knowing which pills not to mix. 
* Skill : Getting free food.
* Skill : Sarcasm.
* Skill : General Mockery.

 



A B I L I T E S : (Please list from highest to lowest Abilities for Vampire, Lycanthropes and Paranormals. Please use as many spaces as you need and delete what you didn't use)


* Ability : Enhanced senses.
* Ability : Enhanced strength.
* Ability : Enhanced agility.
* Ability : Enhanced speed.
* Ability : Eating things.
* Ability : Running around, looking like a wolf.
* Ability : Dropping dueces in the park.






W E A P O N S C A R R I E D : Sarcasm, wit, and dumb luck. Oh, and he has a pocket knife. And he has hit people with is pipe before. But not his bong.  You never throw a bong, kid.


W E A P O N S O W N E D : n/a


A C C E S S O R I E S : His cab, his clothes, his wallet, and a trunk full of goodies.


H O M E : He tends to live in his cab.  Thus far, he has a series of crash pads with his buddies.  Tends to wake up in odd places.  He had an apartment once, but he forgot where it was. They kept asking for money.  "What are you, my fucking landlord?"  "Yes, Mister Jacobs.  I am."  "Oh. Well, shit. Gimme a couple of days, man.  Business is slow. Got any Twinkies?"


O C C U P A T I O N : Cab Driver/Party supplies of the controlled and/or illegal nature.


E X T R A D E T A I L S : Generally disappointed that New Orleans doesn't have Jack in the Box.  Gotta drive to Baton Rouge for that shit, man.  That's a lot of gas for a Jumbo Jack, but have you tried one?





B I R T H P L A C E : New Orleans, LA


F A M I L Y : His parents are still around somewhere.  Hey, he sends a Christmas card! He has a sister named Trina.  She's dating some guy named Frank.  Kevin called him Frank Stein.  Trina called him an asshole.


H I S T O R Y : For as long as he can remember, he was seeking some sort of alternate awareness.  Escape, some might say.  But from his first dance with Mary Jane to today, it's been an amazing love affair.  He got a job working as a cab driver when he dropped out of college.  They kept expecting him to show up for classes and shit.  He doesn't need that kind of pressure, man!  So anyway, one night he was out in the swamp looking for some of those good shrooms, and those toads you're supposed to be able to lick and see crazy things.  He found a frog, and licked it, and is pretty sure it worked, because this wolf came out of nowhere and bit him.  He wasn't doing anything, either.  Just standing there with his tongue on a frog's head, smoking a fatty.  

After that, things just kept getting weirder.  Maybe that frog thing really worked well, or maybe the shit he was smoking is that good, because he keeps thinking that he turns into the wolf this time, and he hasn't even licked one lately!  A frog, not a wolf, I mean.  And man, those are some vivid dreams. Like the kind you wake up from and swear are real?  Like when you dream you're friends with Richard Moll from Nightcourt, then you wake up and say "Why the fuck hasn't Richard Moll called me lately?  Some friend he is.  Frankenstein looking motherfucker."   Anyway, those kind of dreams.  

Cabbies can make decent money.  Ok, it's shit money.  But that's ok, the cab is just a way to get to drive around, and sometimes meet cool people.  Like the time he picked up these two girls from a Korn concert, and they started doing all sorts of crazy shit.  I mean, like, DVD-worthy.  It's ok, the accident wasn't that bad, his insurance covered it, and he got a few good pictures.  Where was I?

Oh, right.  Money.  So, he makes his money by being a supplier of all things transcendental.  From every known variety of herb to pills, if you can smoke it, swallow it, lick it?  He sells it.  Or knows who does.  He doesn't do needles, though.  See, one time, when he was a kid at the beach, he saw this jellyfish with a syringe in it.  Freaked him out.  A jellyfish hooked on heroin? Nobody's safe, man.  Stay away from that shit.




A L I A S : This one is easy.


P L A Y B Y : Mitch Hedberg


C H A R A C T E R S I T E : http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=10994943212



-- Edited by KEVIN JACOBS on Friday 12th of August 2011 05:38:51 PM



-- Edited by KEVIN JACOBS on Friday 12th of August 2011 05:40:03 PM

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