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So I will manage to give this a go since its 1:43 AM and my painting assignment is due. GO PROCRASTINATION. I think I will start off by one of my favorite characters.

Character Name: Jack Emmanuel Eridan
Nickname: None its just Jack Thanks.
Age: (by 2010) 198 years of age.
Sex: male
Family: Only child of Maria and James Eridan.
Birthday: September 18, 1812

Job: "Security" manager and part time "accountant." For Griff inc.

Ethnicity: Caucasian/mexican

Appearance: A man about mid thirties. Short man about 5'6" with the dark skin tone of his mother, black hair and green eyes and rough facial features of his father. He has slightly crooked teeth, and a broken his nose twice over the years. He has a slightly lean, build. Wearing slightly business casual. Has hardly any casual clothing on him. Jeans are non existent in his inventory. Slacks and white shirts make up his main wardrobe. (Shabby looking)

Items Never Seen Without: A pack of ciggs in his pockets. And a pair of trendy shades, which is worn on and off.

Residence: 1542, High Street, Midnight

School: None

Pets:None

Religion: Originally Catholic, but grew Agnostic.

Hobbies: Writing, Fighting, Training rookies and looking for new supernaturals. Has taken up watching Hulu for an hour a day.

Relationship Status: Married

Children: None

Temperament: Antisocial for the general population. Over all most say at the end of the day, understanding but a hardass.
Favourite Colour: Red

Friends: Few and far. His closest friends hardly consider himself a friend but he does accumulate a lot of acquaintances. His friends are a Gay vampire violinist composer, A rueful hunter turned vampire, a disgruntled damned consulting detective, a meek french saint, an energetic young geneticist, and his wife.

Favourite Foods: Meat and potatos man. But mostly sandwiches.

Drinking Patterns: Having dunk since his early teen years, Jack has now developed a shriveled up liver. But a tolorence for the most potent liquors. He takes advantage of this a lot and as a vampire its a perk. His favorite is four shots of whiskey before his writing.

Phobias: He is extremely claustrophobic. Tight enclosed space seems to make him spazz out and make him short of breath. He is not a fan of large crowds it makes him seem just another enclosed place.

Faults: Jack despite all his accomplishments,(building an entire network business empire, becoming a writer, practically helping out a lot of people in his lifetime) will never accept the glory. This hinders him to be humble in the places where there needs to be a leader. He hides behind it for privacy. When he does take up responsibility he cannot handle the tolls that come with it. Drinking helps but its not enough.

Something Hated: He hated his father. He hated world war 1 and 2 which he attended. American Republican party. But mostly his father for treating his mother and him the way that he did up until his death.

Secrets: He has never actually drove a car and had a drivers licence. His company is a store house and safe bank for most mythical items stored. He lets his wife run the buisness as the head while he goes off attaining more artifacts, writing, or playing chess with the old men at the park.

Strong Memories: His fathers death. His drunken father was shot by his non english speaking mother at the time and to avoid any trouble the both of them, hungry and frightened. Cooked him up and put the rest of his body in the Thames.

Being back in europe for world war 1. His platoon got gassed in a trench. He being a novice soldier and the only vampire tried to save most of them. He only got a few out. The rest of the horrors of war as followed. Then enlistment again for WW2.

Illnesses: Before he died, he did manage to get typhoid. Right now its an extreme allergic reaction to silver.

Nervous Gestures: When sitting jack has a tendency to drum his fingers on some surface. But when extreamly nervous he does overeat.

Sleep Patterns: Rare patterns. Mostly an insomniac, he will be up for two, pushing three days before finally crashing on the couch or infront of his wife. Then its a half a days sleep, then up and running. He mostly writes in the night.

Speech Patterns: When drunk, his english accent that he has mastered carefully to hide while in the united states comes straight out. He does have some problems speaking coherently, its mostly comes out as growls or mumbles with an occational curse word. "Ain't" is mostly used for himself and frequently. "I ain't the greatest." "This ain't easy for me."

Dreams/Ambitions: His ambition is to be alone with his writing most of the time. His ambition is to one day have him and his wife just get out of the city for good and take up easy jobs. He is growing tired for 198 year old.

It is now 1:20 AM AND I AM STILL PROCRASTINATING...

But to answer the question he is from England originally(white chapel slums huzzah) . Mother was an immigrant father a sailor.