HOME | DD

Description

Name: Jakob Kedzierski
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Nationality: Polish
Favorite Drink: Prefers not to drink but likes Bourbon Whiskey
Personality: + Respectful | + Loyal | - Explosive | - Stubborn | - Violent

TW: Violence, suggested Rape, and Profanity
History: Despite being born in the bustling city Gdansk, Poland, Jakob didn't lead the most pleasant childhood. His father was a violent drunkard who splurged what little income they had at the local pub while his mother, the main receiver of his father's drunken rage, was Jakob's only source of comfort back then, raising him as a respectful and well mannered despite the circumstances. However Jakob too was often beaten by his father, donning many fresh bruises and and lashes day to day because, in his father's opinion, his mother was making him "soft." (This affected his performance in school, and landed him a common, low wage job as a fisherman in the future.) One day, his parents got into a particularly nasty fight, resulting in his mother pinned to the dinning table table by his father with a knife in his hand and Jakob watching fearfully from a corner.
"Zatrzymać! Get the fuck off of me!" His mother yelped, angry tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she her back dug into the wooden table.
"Zamknij się!" His father slurred, the scent of alcohol heavy in his breath.
"You've just spent a month's wages on your God forsaken liquor, Aleksander! What are we going to eat now, dirt?" She screamed lividly, thrashing beneath him.
"You can eat shit for all I care, Masha! All you do is complain, complain, complain, and I'm sick of it!" He said while shaking her violently before throwing her back down. He breathed heavily and glanced over the the counter, hazy eyes glued to the knife resting there.

He reached over and grabbed the blade haphazardly before turning back to face his wife. "I'm sick of you!" He raised his blade above his head with gritted teeth, horror both filling Jakob and his mother as the knife glinted with death.

Marsha turned to Jakob and cried "Jakob hel-!"
"Why won't you just let--me--be!" He plunged the blade deep in to her chest cavity repeatedly, blood spattering across his chest, the table, and the walls. Her bloodcurdling shriek was quickly curbed after the third strike, her countenance forever frozen with fear as death washed over her now still frame. After taking a step back to look at what he had done, his father fell over and vomited-- out of realization for what he had done or alcohol poisoning, Jakob would never know.
Jakob sat there stiffly, his small, now bloodied frame, pressing closely against the wall. Instead of wanted to crumple to the ground and wail after witnessing his own mother's murder, he was void of emotion. Seeing that his father had dropped the knife by the foot of the table in a pool of fresh blood, he walked over and picked it up. The blade was warm and coated in a viscous layer of glossy crimson. He gripped the handle firmly to ensure it wouldn't slip and looked over to his father with dull eyes. Despite its lackluster, his gaze pierced his father's back with as he stepped behind him, and stabbed him to death.
Jakob, still numb after his sudden violent episode, left his hometown shortly after and stowed away on a train to a far away place. He often wandered, working on farms and doing laborious chores until he was old enough to work in a factory. He was about 35 when, several months after being recently released for killing a man that looked remotely like his father, met a women named Masha. Something about the woman pacified Jakob and he became infatuated with her. Despite knowing of his crimes, she allowed him to start with a clean slate, and brought him a sense of peace. Together, they were married and had a daughter named Amelia.
It was around this time that many wars happened within Poland, leaving many soldiers stationed throughout cities and villages. One day as he came home from from his job at a ship building factory, he found his wife at the hands of several soldiers and his daughter nowhere to be found. Overwhelmed with anger, he threw himself at the men. Though the fight concluded with each soldier being beaten to a bloody pulp, they had killed his wife in a failed attempt to subdue him. Wounded, and with nowhere else to go, he snuck aboard a cargo ship where he stayed for a month. Little did he know the ship was headed to Virginia. In a foreign place and unable to speak English, Jakob had difficulty finding a stable job and turned to more violent but efficient ways to make money. He lived off of illegal fighting rings for a while but after messing with the wrong people, Jakob fled the Virginia and wandered until he found himself in the city of Dernee.

Abilities:
Attack Tier 1
Support
Energy Collecting 1 - I + II
Attack Tier 2
Shadow Limbs 2
Shadow Blink 3

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes and Dislikes: + Animals | + Working | - People disrespecting women | - His father
Other:
Has a thick accent with slightly broken English
PSTD
Has a soft spot for children because of his daughter
6"4 giant
Inventory:
Luger P08
A photo of his family
Trench Knife
Dollars: x
Prestige: x

(I'm sorry I can only do a sketch of him, I'm really busy with school and other art that I only had enough time to get a messy sketch of him hhh)

Description

Name: Jakob Kedzierski
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Nationality: Polish
Favorite Drink: Prefers not to drink but likes Bourbon Whiskey
Personality: + Respectful | + Loyal | - Explosive | - Stubborn | - Violent

TW: Violence, suggested Rape, and Profanity
History: Despite being born in the bustling city Gdansk, Poland, Jakob didn't lead the most pleasant childhood. His father was a violent drunkard who splurged what little income they had at the local pub while his mother, the main receiver of his father's drunken rage, was Jakob's only source of comfort back then, raising him as a respectful and well mannered despite the circumstances. However Jakob too was often beaten by his father, donning many fresh bruises and and lashes day to day because, in his father's opinion, his mother was making him "soft." (This affected his performance in school, and landed him a common, low wage job as a fisherman in the future.) One day, his parents got into a particularly nasty fight, resulting in his mother pinned to the dinning table table by his father with a knife in his hand and Jakob watching fearfully from a corner.
"Zatrzymać! Get the fuck off of me!" His mother yelped, angry tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she her back dug into the wooden table.
"Zamknij się!" His father slurred, the scent of alcohol heavy in his breath.
"You've just spent a month's wages on your God forsaken liquor, Aleksander! What are we going to eat now, dirt?" She screamed lividly, thrashing beneath him.
"You can eat shit for all I care, Masha! All you do is complain, complain, complain, and I'm sick of it!" He said while shaking her violently before throwing her back down. He breathed heavily and glanced over the the counter, hazy eyes glued to the knife resting there.

He reached over and grabbed the blade haphazardly before turning back to face his wife. "I'm sick of you!" He raised his blade above his head with gritted teeth, horror both filling Jakob and his mother as the knife glinted with death.

Marsha turned to Jakob and cried "Jakob hel-!"
"Why won't you just let--me--be!" He plunged the blade deep in to her chest cavity repeatedly, blood spattering across his chest, the table, and the walls. Her bloodcurdling shriek was quickly curbed after the third strike, her countenance forever frozen with fear as death washed over her now still frame. After taking a step back to look at what he had done, his father fell over and vomited-- out of realization for what he had done or alcohol poisoning, Jakob would never know.
Jakob sat there stiffly, his small, now bloodied frame, pressing closely against the wall. Instead of wanted to crumple to the ground and wail after witnessing his own mother's murder, he was void of emotion. Seeing that his father had dropped the knife by the foot of the table in a pool of fresh blood, he walked over and picked it up. The blade was warm and coated in a viscous layer of glossy crimson. He gripped the handle firmly to ensure it wouldn't slip and looked over to his father with dull eyes. Despite its lackluster, his gaze pierced his father's back with as he stepped behind him, and stabbed him to death.
Jakob, still numb after his sudden violent episode, left his hometown shortly after and stowed away on a train to a far away place. He often wandered, working on farms and doing laborious chores until he was old enough to work in a factory. He was about 35 when, several months after being recently released for killing a man that looked remotely like his father, met a women named Masha. Something about the woman pacified Jakob and he became infatuated with her. Despite knowing of his crimes, she allowed him to start with a clean slate, and brought him a sense of peace. Together, they were married and had a daughter named Amelia.
It was around this time that many wars happened within Poland, leaving many soldiers stationed throughout cities and villages. One day as he came home from from his job at a ship building factory, he found his wife at the hands of several soldiers and his daughter nowhere to be found. Overwhelmed with anger, he threw himself at the men. Though the fight concluded with each soldier being beaten to a bloody pulp, they had killed his wife in a failed attempt to subdue him. Wounded, and with nowhere else to go, he snuck aboard a cargo ship where he stayed for a month. Little did he know the ship was headed to Virginia. In a foreign place and unable to speak English, Jakob had difficulty finding a stable job and turned to more violent but efficient ways to make money. He lived off of illegal fighting rings for a while but after messing with the wrong people, Jakob fled the Virginia and wandered until he found himself in the city of Dernee.

Abilities:
Attack Tier 1
Support
Energy Collecting 1 - I + II
Attack Tier 2
Shadow Limbs 2
Shadow Blink 3

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes and Dislikes: + Animals | + Working | - People disrespecting women | - His father
Other:
Has a thick accent with slightly broken English
PSTD
Has a soft spot for children because of his daughter
6"4 giant
Inventory:
Luger P08
A photo of his family
Trench Knife
Dollars: x
Prestige: x

(I'm sorry I can only do a sketch of him, I'm really busy with school and other art that I only had enough time to get a messy sketch of him hhh)