Theo found the casino easily enough. The directions were clear and well, the name was an easy tip off. He found it an amusing idea that he'd be applying for a job a casino. His father would disapprove, but his father wasn't here and it was something different from his actual life back home.

Jasper on his shoulder (Jake in his pocket as usual)he knocks on the door before opening it. "Hello?" he calls out.

Won't you poison my coffee with a loving hand,
And then bring me back to life to follow your command?


The Player
User Name/Nick: Kippur
User LJ: kippurbird
AIM/IM: Kippurbirdy
E-mail: Kippur@mad.scientist.com
Other Characters: n/a

The Character
Character Name: Theodred “Theo” Kaylin Sammeth
Character Journal: deadmanbusiness
Canon: Death God Rising (OC)
Age: 25
From When?: Theo has to figure out how to tell his teammates that he thinks the ritual murders that they’ve been investigating may be fueling a ritual that will re-empower his father’s godly powers and are being carried out by a brother he never met and thought was ‘dead’. Or at least as dead as a god can get.

Abilities/Powers: Theo is a highly powerful necromancer. In fact he should have been god of the undead, except that the current one is still around so he wasn’t able to take their place when he turned eighteen. This has left him in a state of godly limbo. He’s not really a god. He’s not really mortal. He’s not really a demi-god. Perhaps a tougher than average mortal would be the best way to explain him. His touch of divinity is shown through his silver eyes (though they’re not really a power persay). He can see in the dark like a normal person can see in the day. Back to his necromantic powers: with his blood he can raise a zombie or skeleton easily. With a bit more blood and effort he can raise someone recently dead as another type of undead. Not something he enjoys doing because well, it takes a lot of blood. He reads as undead to most people who can sense these things, and to others he’s just sort of got a creepy aura. He can command and rebuke unintelligent undead and intelligent undead will hesitate greatly before hurting or attacking him.
Non-divine abilities are that he’s an expert thief and pick-pocket. There are very few locks that he can’t pick or disable. He’s also good with slight of hand tricks. He’s gone through FBI training and is an expert marksman with several types of firearms. He’s also very good with knives. Finally, if you want to do a hostile takeover of a business, there’s very few people better than that.

Power Limitations: In the normal realm of things, Theo is highly sensitive to daylight. He has to wear sunglasses all the time during the day or in bright rooms. He also has a tendency to be nocturnal and has a mild caffeine addiction because of needing to be awake during the day when he his body says otherwise. I imagine he wouldn’t be able to raise greater undead or any undead at all, since that seems to be the purview of the forest and the fey that reside there.

Inventory Suit jacket, jeans, button down shirt, loafers, iPhone, folder of documents relating to the case, iPad, half eaten sandwich, coffee in mug, Swiss Army Knife, silver dagger blessed by his uncle the god of the moon, bracelet from his mother also blessed by his uncle, regulation pistol in holster, wallet, keys, change, engagement ring (for himself) and a black ink pen.


Personality:

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First Person Sample: [5-10 Sentences]

There are some days I don’t think it’s worth getting out of bed. Especially when the bed contains the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known and especially when the reason why you’re getting out of bed is to sit in a meeting with a bunch of men while they walked around the subject you wanted to talk about, not wanting to commit to anything.

Yeah. Politicians suck.

Sometimes I wish they were vampires, because while they still sucked, I might be able to get them to do something. I don’t know how my father gets them to do it, but I’ve yet to figure out how.

Well, one more chance at it. Hopefully it’ll be short.

Likely it won’t.



Prose Sample: [3-5 paragraphs, 3rd Person POV]


"What do you think about Greenland?"

Theo looked up at his father from his desk. He was going over an acquisition contract for some company or another. He wasn't sure which, it was one of his father's subsidiaries that was acquiring it. "Not very green. I think it has good oil reserves." He pondered asking why his father was asking and decided against it.

His father got a thoughtful look on his face. "I wonder if I should sell it back to them."

His father owned Greenland.

Of course his father owned Greenland.

Why wouldn't he own Greenland?

Theo couldn't think of a reason. "I think their economy is a bit weak for that right now," he said.

"You're right." His father put down the old sheet of paper he was looking at and stuck it into a drawer.

With a shake of his head, Theo went back to his work.




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I was thinking about my eighteenth birthday just the other day. I think it was because Alec just turned eighteen. Rhys got a hold of his birth certificate which indicated that yes, he wasn't twenty one like he said he was. We threw him a nice birthday party, which I think is the first one he's had in a long while. I know that he probably would have never thought that he'd get a car for his birthday. That was Enne's idea. I got him a practical car, Saturn hybrid, instead of a sports car. I'm not going to spend a ton of money on the kid. Adrian got him an empty spell book so he could start writing in his own spells.

That, I think was his favorite present. He really is attached to Adrian.

Veena gave him a dead mouse in his shoe. Cats.

Anyway, birthday ruminations. My own eighteenth birthday I could have died. My people, the children of the gods, take a test on their eighteenth birthday to see if they can become a god. They don't have to take the test. If they don't, they stay mortal. If they do, they could die. My father had seven siblings. All of them took the test. Only he and my uncle Ash survived. Needless to say there was a lot of pressure.

I took the test. I survived the test. I didn't become a god. The god of the undead is still around and there can't be two of them. Which means that I have a brother who is still alive and hasn't passed on into the beyond.

Father won't talk about it. Uncle Ash won't talk about it. I don't even know his name, how old he is, nothing. Just that he exists. I've lived my entire life as an only child. The idea of having a sibling fascinates me. I see Enne with Adrian and Anna and then the twins, Kale and Trever, how close they are. There are things they have, experiences they share, that even though they're all different from each other they have a bond of something.

It's like a secret society that I can never belong to. Mentions of things that aren't supposed to be brought up. Just things.

I'm jealous, I guess. And then, to have a brother with no way of finding him... makes it just worse.