Jarvis_

Age: 26
Gender: Male
Status: 100% Prey
Orientation: Straight
Hair: Chestnut brown, Wavy, medium length
Facial Hair: Six o'clock shadow, thin moustache
Eyes: Green
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 160lbs
Clothes: Dark blue jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt, with a gray shirt on top, emblazoned with a red cross on the back and the words 'Mountain Rescue'. Alternate: Camoflauged hunting outfit as pictured, but with a boonie hat and no bow
Magical Abilities: None whatsoever
Weapons: Often carries his knife, and rarely his 9mm pistol. Only when deeply spooked will he carry his 12gauge shotgun.
Skills: Comfortable surviving outdoors, can hold his own in a fist fight but can't last forever, marksman with his pistol. Good at giving first aid.
Temperament: Suspicious, friendly when he feels safe, open to new things, cautious.

Background
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Although he is typical in many ways at first glance, this particular human has been in the swamp for some time but still maintains a stubborn spirit against the elements and the many predators to be found, despite the nature of things here. When out in the open, he maintains a cautious stance, oftentimes carrying a carved stave in the vague hope of deterring the bold, and his pistol when he feels more threatened. It is now a more common sight to see him with a rapier strapped to his side in a crude holster and scabbard.

Jarvis was an average guy back home. He had a job as a professional photographer, and was a member of the local volunteer mountain rescue team. They did drills every month, and only rarely did someone actually get lost in the nearby mountain range. Jarvis would hang back, take more of a support role, helping with radio communications and publicity - he'd make photo-essays, photograph the thrilling moments in practice and during rescues, in addition to communications both important and mundane. One strange day however, it all changed.

A family of five had called in on a wavering cell phone signal, lasting just long enough to narrow down the signal to a rough direction east. With a large search area, the force became stretched - All hands were summoned, and they had to send out ten 5 man teams to search over an area of 100 square miles. Instead of hanging in the comfortable rear, Jarvis was in the front lines in a hostile, unforgiving environment. Of course, the search area was a snowy, heavily forested mountain range.

Fate seemed to have it in for them that day - compasses were spinning, static randomly burst into radio comms, and odd earthquakes shook the valley nearly every hour. Jarvis' crew quickly got lost in the deep mountains. Perched on a treacherous trail, with a steep mountain-side inches away, Jarvis was desperately trying to reestablish contact with base camp when another earthquake struck. His crew were secure, but he wasn't, since he was standing, and the hapless human toppled over the edge and into the abyss. He hit the hillside once after a fall of 30 feet, and blacked out as his body continued to tumble.

Jarvis awoke deep in the woods, in the middle of spring. Completely lost and disoriented, it did not take him long to figure out he was in a completely different world from his own. It had been midwinter back home, and everything looked..different. -Felt- different. This knowledge wracking at his mind, he collected his pack, slipped into cover, and began his struggle to survive.

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He is a familiar sight as he jogs about the park every other day, or perched atop a boulder and staring at the stars and his surroundings. While he knows it's dangerous to exercise - he has to, to keep in shape, and help maintain his sanity. He lives alone for the time being, having found no one so far who would take him in, or finding it too hard to trust someone enough to ask. His sleeping areas change every three days, never feeling safe in one area for very long.

To the common creature inspecting him - even after residing in the area for some time the scents and 'feel' of his homeworld have never quite rubbed off. Something will seem off or out of place with him - at least compared to his surroundings - as if he doesn't quite belong.

Despite his cautious nature he's friendly and polite to those who approach him without spooking him. Although larger and strange beings will probably make him nervous, he's willing to give most folks a chance - only using his gun for self defense if all other options are exhausted. He's helpful almost to a fault - if he sees someone in trouble or need he will do all he can to help, unless it would be incredibly and obviously foolhardy. Since he has a first aid kit with him nearly at all times, and the training to go with it - he doesn't hesitate to put it to use.

Friendships and Connections
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He has a few friends, but for now he is still seeking someone he can truly trust and confide in.

Moosha - Friendly Predator:

The lovely 10 foot tall tauren confronted Jarvis when he had a bum ankle. With the aid of a hunting rifle, he was readily convinced to give himself up, and handed over all of his things. To his confusion, she asked for a hug, after she had been teasing him, and once given..she proceeded to rapidly devour him! Jarvis was half afraid, and half enjoyed the experience, and the tauren kindly left all of his things near where he would likely Return. The human keeps an eye out for her, wanting to meet her again - even if it means he'll be eaten once more!



-The human still doesn't know many folks. Say hello!



(If you are on this list, and don't want to be, PLEASE say so, this list is for simple reference)
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He has a real soft spot for large, motherly types, and dominating, playful predators. Although he can be paranoid, he tends to have a weakness for those offering safety or with a playful disposition. He has a lot of pent up stress - and like anyone else he needs an outlet.

Reformation
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This human has no natural, inherent reformation abilities of his own - he relies solely on the functions of the park or the ones who eat/kill him to bring him back to life. If not brought back by somebody else, he will reappear about a day or so later, with varying amounts of memory loss - sometimes none, sometimes the entire encounter. Only his body will reappear, his things and clothes will need to be retrieved - unless his predator was nice enough to leave them nearby! This is assumed to be the 'default' reformation process for the area, and if you have a particular interest in encountering him in this moment of vulnerability, let me know.

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Alternate Setting!
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Inspired by a fellow player - Jarvis can also be a wasteland merchant set in a generic post apocalyptic America. A former national guardsman, he's taken over an old abandoned bank, the rest of the town buildings ruined, and defended by a .50 cal heavy machine gun nest on the roof. He sells fruit and the occasional scavanged weapon or keepsake. He cannot reform on his own in this setting, leading to higher stakes nommings!



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OOC Notes

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I'm a very flexible, experienced player. I'm more then happy to take and answer PMs. I tend to lean towards story/character building, and I can be rather descriptive when things get going - I can tolerate one liners but I prefer more, mainly what feels natural or comfortable.

Jarvis' setting is far from strict - we don't have to set the RP in the park, I am open to many different things. His homeworld, a city, you name it. I'm currently working on clarifying a few different settings for him.

As a warning, there are times where I may be yanked away by busy RL demands. I will do my best to warn any players of possible conflicts, but there will be times where I disappear without warning - it's not meant to be a slight in any way.

The player has a real interest in 'safe' vore (endo) and clean, full trips through a predator. If you're a predator and into these things, please let me know!

Realism is huge with the player - while he's into safe vore he enjoys having things be as real as possible - and that includes how he reacts to certain situations!

Also, the player tends to be a bit shy, especially when approaching people - please keep this in mind =3.

As for the sliders, middle means I'm fine with either, never is an absolute no. Asking never hurt anybody though, and the worst that will happen is me saying no.

Absolute no's: scat, watersports, m/m yiff.

Flags and what they mean
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Blank: Lurking, observing, possibly unresponsive
Away: Not here, will respond when he returns
Busy: Will be very slow, if not unresponsive
LFRP: Happily open to PMs, and discussion of RP ideas/starting one
Open: Posted on screen or about to, open to any kind of approach
OOC: Strictly OOC, or just goofing around
IC: In character and in scene, be it via whisper or otherwise

At any time, I will respond to PMs, possibly not right away and via PUB

Alt of Shaun_, and Steve_ and will switch to them upon request.