Jeb has been on a roller coaster of emotions and adapted personalities over the coarse of 35 years. Less noted to those he has come into contact with after he turned. But he was Hard working, fun loving, innocently naive, loved to take long walks through his beautiful gardens created and sustained by his abilities. And if at all possibly save anything and everything he could find.
After his turn he is vengeful, Viscous, uncaring, blood-lust filled fury of the night. For him, being bathed in blood is normal and it doesn't matter who's. As far as saving people now? IF you can't save yourself there is no point in him wasting his energy, he'd be more than happy to quicken your decent into a colder body void of all heat and life.
One of his only weaknesses Is his best friend and Creator. Whom he is at odds with in a torn type of Hate/Love way. You could Call him Tsundere and it would fit to the T.
He has two powers you could have called them day and night to each other but that changed when he was turned. Now all light one brought has been snuffed out by the shadow the other created.
While he was still an un-turned Avian Jeb had a knack for growing plants, flowers to be more precise. A true green thumb, able to create and grow beautiful flowers in all variety and colors. Just being around flowers seemed to perk them up, as if they wanted to show off how beautiful they could become. His gardens rivaled all in Felnova, at least that was what he was told.
After Jeb's change he's found all that can be created and grown by his abilities are flowers with a dead looking steam, riddled with catching barbs. Wicked sharp, one soft brush will have blood welling up from your skin. Blood reds and deep onyx blacks replaced the petals of all flower that he grows and creates. Their petals almost withered at best, if he tries he can produce flowers with plump petals. This though he has found occurs when their roots are bathed in blood.
His personal hidden garden is full of various flowers in red and black hues sprouting from briar patches that seem to reach for your skin in hopes they can refresh themselves on your blood.
He has found he can control these new flowers in ways he'd never imagined. Calling forth to the forces of their nature he can will them to move, blocking paths. Create a wall of writhing briars to fend off enemies while providing medium ranged damage from flailing vines twined around one another making them thick as cords. As well as having them capture his enemies in their grasp the harder they struggle the deeper their barbs plunge into his victims skin.
Much less prominent when Jeb was younger his shadows really only aided his quick retreats from the princess. Unknown to the young avian he'd sink into the shadows in-between blinks. Making her question whether or not she had truly seen him in the first place.
Later on in life his shadow control became more acute notably so after he'd been turned vampire by his best friend in the world.
To date Jebediah can manifest his shadows in various of ways; Can be used to deflect some projectiles and physical blows. Any medium to extra force applied and his shadows can be penetrated. In these cases they work as a sponge that slows down his opponent rather than bringing them to a complete stop. On their own he can harden them to act like semi-blunt weapons, more closely resembling a whip in damage.
Other aspects of his shadows involve slipping into cover and out of sight as long as the shadow he slips into is big enough to hold his own. He can hide himself in others shadows of medium build and larger. Anything smaller and he has a hard time keeping the casters height and shape.
He can use them as an intimidating aspect creating things that could terrify and frighten. Like an illusion but comprised entirely of shadows dependent on the light and object that casts them. He can affix semi solid horns upon his head by manipulating his shadows to make himself look more threatening, as well as curling them up around himself in a oval like aura. (like in the picture above)
Long-sword; tahm'shi kariu
Jebediah owns a long sword, simple design in nature but under his touch can turn into something much more sinister. Cloaked in his shadows Jeb can pull it from anywhere, usually he hides it in his own shadow. That or in his familiars shadow, he is quite talented with his long sword. Wielding it with confidence and precision mastered over 34 years of training.
His long-sword; tahm'shi kariu (Soul Hunter) has a dark secret laying within its simple design. 34 years ago Jeb had been dumped into kurai by a an elf he had intended to feast upon, surprised and confused the V-Avian wandered around the red stained lands of kurai. Finding himself in front of a blacksmiths workshop starved his eyes a deeper red than usual his fangs extended. The young vampire was suffering when the demon took him in. The demon knowing jeb's affliction brought him a glass of blood, which he drank greedily. This went on till he was up to good health, the demon unlike most you would think was kind. At least in terms of demons, he let the avian stay as long as he liked.
Not knowing where to go jeb stayed with his savior, worked for the demon for months. He learned the basics of smithing helping out where he could all the while devising a way to get back to Felnova. He learned how to travel the realms and on the day he perfected this art the demon had a contract to craft a sword with the ability to steal souls. Jeb was highly interested in this prospect that he stayed till the swords completion the only thing left was for the long-sword to be picked up by its new master and given a name to seal its allegiance. That was the night jeb stole away with the sword running as far as he could till he could not take another step.
Setting down for the night jeb was unaware that his leave went noticed. Half asleep the young Vampire was beset upon by an agent of the blacksmith. They tussled rolling back and forth on the ground in a full on scrap for dominance. Jeb won his victory by grabbing the stolen sword, in a last ditch effort he called upon his shadows purely by instinct. Curling up the sword startling the demon just long enough for Jeb to plunge the sword hilt deep into its flesh. The sword gleamed in kurai's blooded skies as jeb called its name for the first time. The shadows seemed to seep into the sword, blood red eyes opened upon its length fixating upon the demon it was sheathed in.
Wrenching upwards Jebediah slew the demon severing its heart in two. As life left its eyes his new sword gleamed in a greedy way as it pulled the demons soul right from its body. It's agonized screams haunted Jeb for months afterwards. Standing up from the lifeless body of the demon Jeb retreived the demon sword, his shadows fell back revealing a onyx black blade. Something writhed beneath its surface, he could only suspect it was the soul of the demon. Days went by before jeb had regained his strength from the scrap, he noticed in those weeks the blade slowly shifted from the deep color of starless night to its alabaster finish. He could not sense the soul any long, and made a note. This blade indeed ate the souls of his enemy, and it took quite a bit of time to digest them.
In this time jeb was unable to use the swords ability again, he had tried on fauna of kurai but when he had the sword turned on him instead. His shadows tried to suck out his own soul, he only survived on the memory of a bright faced smiling vampire princess. The hand he had wielded the sword with had been burnt, he had claw-mark rakes all up his arm as if the soul of the demon inside had tried to crawl its way out. He this made a mental list of requirements for this sword that he noticed and tested over a year.
1st, His skin had to be in contact with the hilt of the sword
2nd, He had to provide the sword with fuel in the form of his shadows
3rd, Jeb would need to slay his enemy with the sword itself
4th, the sword needed to stay in-contact with his victim for its soul to be consumed
5th, this requirement was one of the most important for the sword, he had to call its name close to the death of his victim. Awakening the power it held in slumber deep within its cold alabaster blade. If this was not completed the victim would die a normal death soul intact.
He also noticed that he could not call upon the swords power again while the sword housed a soul. This would always result in the soul trying to escape and trade places with him, the sword would instead consume him instead. While the sword digested its prey its blade would turn onyx black. This was a good indicator that he should not activate the sword by name. The time that it took for the sword to finish off a soul depended on the souls strength. Usually averaging around two to three weeks. Once it took a month but overpowering a soul of that strength almost killed Jeb. The stronger the soul to be devoured the more shadow's the sword consumed, thus this ability rested on how strong Jeb was. If he was not strong enough then he himself would be devoured from the backlash of power consumption his sword needed.
Before Jeb was turned into a vampire he had a Jackdaw bird as his familiar. They had made their pact early on in their life thus the birds own life became inexplicably interwoven with his own.
Their bond deepened over time in such a way where he could see through the birds eyes. Feel what the bird was feeling and vise versa, the bird always seemed to know when Jebediah was feeling down and tried to cheer him up. Their connection only expanded as the pair grew, even tho the bird could not speak she was able to send feelings and images via telepathy to Jeb.
Kez was an able flier and competent in combat, prey she had gotten often found their way into Jeb's hands. She would be so happy to give him a present no matter the time. Once she even dropped a dead rat on the princess's head thinking the young Vampire would like her gift. This happy joyful demeanor changed when Jeb did. The shift in him had caused a shift in Kezier, after being gone for a month she had reappeared from jeb's shadow.
Reborn a sliver of what she used to be, a shade of her former self Kezier had donned shadows similar to her master. Eyes and mouth glowed red as if she were lit from within by flame. She no longer held joy but rage, anger and hatred of those that lived. Kezier could meld with her masters shadows and those around, her attacks now dealt a shadow flame that could eat away at her victims reiatsu. Not something that was deadly to the one who gained a new hole in their body but if not flushed away could fester. The longer her shadow fire burned within the wound the more reiatsu it consumed as fuel. You could compare this to the smoldering of an ember; after a while you can feel the burn but overall unfazed, yet let it sit there longer and you might have a deeper burn than if you were to brush it off quickly.
Kezier can be banished back to Jeb's side if she is exposed to bright light. As she is now mostly shadows only a husk of her real form remains, just enough to be recognized as a bird but nothing more. In these times she hides in her masters shadow only able to come back after a long rest to regain her strength to hold herself together apart from her master.
(Pictures above may add a more later)
During Jeb's early years his hair was much shorter caramel-brown in color with matching wings. His eyes Shown bright hazel complemented with a beautiful bronze skin. Later he fills out to 6ft tall, 175lbs all lean and defined muscles. His wings are huge and strong measuring from the farthest reaching feather to the other at a massive 24ft span.
Situated outside of Everdawn Jeb was born on a plot near a wealthy vampire estate. Both his parents were Macera Avian's he carried on their genes and was always a strong babe who suffered not from common colds. Happy and healthy he would only know from age what burdens would be called upon him.
As Jeb grew, his family would take him a short ways to their work. His father Rhodrick and mother Isarrel worked for the noble vampires they lived in proximity to, they were known as servants to the elder vampires and did menial tasks around the estate. Often the avian child was left in the garden to play by himself, although his parents kept tabs on him he was free to do as he pleased, save that he didn't get himself in trouble. There Jeb met the princess of the house, knowing not of his position to her they played together.
She would often scare him in their games, pretending to bite him. When he cried she was taken aback, the little princess didn't mean to scare him that badly. Instead the vampire princess made a promise, never to hurt or bite him never to turn him into what she was by nature. Now it was Jeb's turn to be surprised at a loss of what to say, the only things he could think of at his tender age was to protect this girl. And that is just what he promised, "I will protect you forever" he blurted out. She was unimpressed but he meant what he said. And would prove it in years to come.
Shortly after the princess's parents took her away, "don't play with the hired hand's" they would say. "Someone of your stature should not fraternize with the commoners unless you have to". Just like that Jeb was alone again but he found comfort in knowing he'd made a new friend. Growing up fast he learned his place on the estate, what he mist do to survive and live a 'happy' life.
Filling out into a tall, strong, handsome young male Avian Jeb took over more and more of his parents responsibilities. They could never stop serving the vampire nobles but he did so much that not even they could complain at his parents extended absences from work. He kept true to his word, when he started work he was to stay away from the princess. Any chance he got he would flee from her advances, keeping mostly to himself save times when his work demanded he speak with the other staff.
The one task he found himself enjoying most was gardening, finding he had a innate knack for it. Jeb could bend the flowers to his will, and they were the better for it. The garden grew and grew flourishing under his tender care. All free chances he got were spent tend the garden, Jeb loved the flowers all their colors and smells. They seamed to stretch out to him so he got into the habit of talking as he cared for them. They were such good listeners, and never asked more than what he could give.
One night Jeb had left his house at the edge of the estate to lounge in the garden. It was a clear night and perfect weather for stargazing, he'd thought everyone was asleep. Never had he imagined a chance meeting with the princess. Startled as he almost ran into her, the ruffled avain made great haste off in the opposite direction. Pretending he hadn't seen her sneaking out when she should be cozy snug in her bed. But he couldn't blame her, he'd left his own warm bed for the slightly chilled night comforted only by the twinkling stars and beautiful bounty of the garden.
From that night on Jeb had to spend most of his time dodging the princess as her advances became more attentive. Anything he could use to get away, pretend his parents called him. Used times when others stopped her for a moment, even ducking out of sight and making a quick getaway. He even had to take to the air once or twice, this got tiresome and his parents noticed his fatigue more often then not at night when he came home.
Turning 18 was a big jump for him, he had filled out quite allot and was just about full grown. All at the ripe height of 5'8'', later he would hit a growth spurt and shoot up 4 more inches but not for a few years to come. At this time he was completely devoted to his work, the garden was his life. Not once had he ventured off the the compound content with life the way it was he needed nothing more then his family and the garden.
Life stayed its coarse for another two more years, he'd all but ruled out never venturing to the outside world till his mother got sick. His father stayed day and night by her side, the only one able to leave was him. He'd been tasked with all the chores around the estate along with fetching medicines his mother desperately needed. This went on for months with no sign of recovery from her. He became more worn down by the day, till the only time he could go pick up her medicine was late at night.
One of these night he had not been aware of his surrounding when he ran into something small and excited. Looking it was the princess, with no time to run she'd acted, grabbing his arm and dragging the protesting avian boy to a party. He was quickly overwhelmed by her personality and caved under her requests. Just one drink he told himself, just one small drink was all it took. The amount of stress that drained off of him was just to good of a feeling that he had another.
By the end of the night he could barely stand, using the princess as a crutch they stumbled back to the estate. By this time he knew not where he was, only remembering loud crashing noises and some very angry voices. Mumbling something of he needed to get home and that the princess should get to bed he soon passed out. The next morning he awoke in his own bed with a very worried and angry father standing over him. Oh man did his head hurt but he knew that he could not let it affect him.
Thankfully he always went out days before to get his mothers meds that the one night did not hurt her. Later when he managed to get back onto the estate from another run to the city he'd find out what had happened. Vowing to be better and turn the princess on a more straight road he would say and do things that would help guide her on better listening terms with everyone. And alas it worked! later he was confronted by her parents that he would keep his job and right to live on the estate as long as he kept their daughter under control. This was a no brainier for him, he bowed and accepted his task without hesitation.
After this they became fast friends, he was allowed to hang out with her more instead of constantly avoiding her. This released a bunch of stress from his shoulders, it was easier this way. A few years later they figured out who each was to the other and their bond deepened even further. Whenever she needed it he would whisk her away, he was her proverbial knight. At last Jeb was able to uphold his promise to the Vampire Princess of his past.
This went on for many years till they both had reached a rich age of 40. He was full grown by this time and she had filled out into a stunning woman. As such her parents devised a scheme to gain some power in the more well known nobles of the area. This would come in the form of an arranged pairbond to a young prince of Everdawn. She however was not keen on that in the least, when the deadline of the ceremony was set for a few months later she retaliated. Much to everyone's dismay this came in the form of her starvation.
The princess began fasting with no real sign of stopping, she started showing the first signs of turning Nosferatu. Red eyes and enlarged fangs not to mention she became sickly and lean. It tore him apart to see her like this. So when he noticed her running on the day of the ceremony he rallied to her side. Holding her slight frame close he took to the sky his strong wings carrying them a great distance before the rest of the estate knew what had happened.
Close to Everdawn city he felt a pain in his neck, thinking it was just a strained tendon he kept up his flight. Knowing she needed to get as far away from the estate as possible. Much after that was a blur, in and out of coherency he rolled and tossed in a bed unfamiliar to him. He had dark dreams, filled with blood and rage. His first memories after waking were of blood, lots of blood. And a growing hunger he knew not what to do with. Many days later he would come back to his senses, Drenched by something sticky and a bad taste in his mouth.
(Note: In the time after he awakes Jeb turns and feeds off of Mora the Vampire princess that changed him. As well as an elderly Elf that takes the two in after their subsequent crash into his house. From there he, in a blood rage, takes off to drain and murder some of the other members of Everdawn's residence. When Jebediah comes to he doesn't remember any of this only noticing that Mora is not present and that he is now a Vampire.)
The princess was no where to be found, and after many more hazy days filled with hunger and blood he came to realize what had happened. She had bit him, she had broken her promise leaving him to fend for himself. He would grow dark with rage, not knowing how to contain it he let his emotions rule him. He became what he dreaded so many many ears ago when still just a tender young Avian scared by the small teeth of a princess.
Deep down in the the dark abyss Jebediah had been reborn in blood, fear and hate, a fully fledged Monster.