Jered Foster

Jered Foster

{Focus on your ability
Then they can't get what they want to steal}

I Feel Like We're Summoning The Devil

[/color]:[/b] Jered Thatcher Foster
Nickname/Alias: Jer
Gender: Male
Character Type:Citizen
Country or Country of Origin: America
Canon or Original: Original
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When I look into all of your stupid faces

I think how fun it will be to pound them into dust

[/color]:[/b] Brown
Hair: Reddish-Brown
Height and Weight: 5’9” and 160 lbs
Other Distinguishing Features: None

Overall Appearance:

Jered has dark brown eyes that have such depth and secrets that they can make you sit there and look at them for hours. His reddish-brown hair is longer and slight shaggy, but not enough to hinder his eyesight. When you look at him he might not seem like much but he has a punch that hurts like crazy. He’s not built like a body builder but he does have enough muscle and anger to take someone down if need be. He stands at a tall 5’9”, and 160 pounds of muscle. To say that it was pure muscle would be lying he does at times love to munch on junk food and drink probably more than he should. If you see him off work and out on the streets he doesn’t look any different than if he was on the job. He mostly just wears his tan trench coat, white shirt, black/tan pants and a tie. Although for work he will wear his black sharper looking shoes and on his weekends he will sport his converse instead.

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Man up or I'll beat you with my peace prize!

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- Being able to have a gun on him always
- Having his favorite whiskey on hand after a hard day at work
- Calling his father at least once a week
- Staying in shape
- Getting his way
Dislikes:

- Speaking to strangers about anything personal
- People talking ill of his brother/ mentioning him at all
- When his mother tries to contact him
- Girls who act like they are god’s gift
- Having to drink wine

Strengths:

- Workaholic (Loves his job and it also helps taking his mind off his personal life)
- Is trained to notice small details
- Can tell most of the time if someone is lying to him
- Is working on patience

Weaknesses:

- Doesn’t trust easily (important people have been taken from him or just left)
- Tries to joke but it just comes out pretty awkward
- Has a temper, if you push the right buttons
- Is still a rookie and mistakes will happen on the job

Fears:

- Afraid he is going to end up like his father eventually, a man who pushes his kids in to something they don’t want.
- Someone is going to die under his protection and will have to carry the guilt around with him for the rest of his life.

Secrets:

- Wishes he could feel as if someone could love him instead of keeping himself in his protective hardened shell.
- Wears his brother’s dog tags wherever he goes.

Any Quirks/Habits:
- Loves to watch cartoons on Saturday morning, but would never admit it.

Overall Personality:

Jered is a very solo type of person due to his career choice and personal choice. It’s hard for him to connect with people to let them all the way in to his soul. He envies people who are just so care free and can let anyone in. With that being said he can strike up conversation with anyone, he just prefers to stay away from his personal life. It often ends in people running in the opposite direction with frustration. It’s hard to get to know someone when they won’t talk about themselves. The only time he starts to open up is when he gets a couple drinks in him. He is no lightweight by any means but keep feeding him drinks and his past becomes an open book. Which is why he rarely goes out drinking mostly he likes to stay in. Or if he does go out three drinks is his max then he’s off to comforts of his apartment.

It’s hard to get Jered in a blind rage but once you’ve punched a couple important buttons. Lets just say this usually composed man is a loose cannon and you better get out of the way. With his work out regiment his punches would feel as if you head is getting smashed in to concrete. Ok maybe not that bad, but the beating would be merciless until he was pulled off of the man. Resulting with him fleeing afterwards and freaked out, he doesn’t like when he gets crazed like that. It just shows him how animalistic he has become trying to shut his feelings out for so long.

He has also become so wrapped up in to his work he’s almost forgotten how to be funny. At times he tries to crack jokes, but they come off more like he just doesn’t know what humor is. He can make any fun conversation turn awkward with just a small sliver of his so-called humor. It’s something he’s been trying to work on, not being so serious but it’s hard when your father has conditioned you to stay serious. Jered used to be a funny kid who would laugh and make jokes maybe just as of late he’s had nothing to laugh about.

Jered is also not above flings he actually prefers them. He knows that with all his baggage he could never have a stable relationship. So instead he’d rather just throw himself in the random arms of girls and of course shack up at their place. Leaving early in the morning creeping out never bothering to give a call or flowers. Then again to be fair he warns them before he has no desires to settle down, some how that just makes the ladies want him more thinking they can change him.

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I'm the hero!

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It was 1989 on a warm July day that Jered came in to this world. He was like any other healthy baby, with ten toes and fingers to match. His mother and father so proud to have another healthy and wonderful son. His brother ecstatic that he now had someone younger he could eventually play with and teach right from wrong. The two were seven years apart but the bond between them it seemed was built right at that very moment. Weeks after taking the young man home everything seemed to be panning out good, the family was adjusting wonderfully. His father was in and out of the house due to being a full-fledged military man. He would often talk about his son’s following in his footsteps. It being the family tradition, they came from a long line of military men. And with being in the military his family had a nice place to live, food on their plates and the main necessities every American dreams of.

When Jered turned five he had more energy than his parents knew what to do with. He would run about the house causing chaos in his wake. From playing with Lego’s in his room to thinking he could still get away with coloring on the walls. It was around then his brother stepped up a bit more taking Warren under his wing. He would ride bikes with his younger brother; teach him how to play basketball. Pretty much his role that he took on was to tire his younger brother out. Jer loved the attention from his older brother following him around all summer seemed like his goal. It wasn’t until that summer was over and he was going to start school that it dawned on him. He wouldn’t be able to sit outside or make pillow forts with him. It was hard on Jered, to actually think about being separated from his brother. A couple months later that thought was turned in to reality. His little feet walked up to the school that he had to attend. Hands holding on to his mother for dear life not wanting to go inside. His bother once again coming to the rescue telling Jered he would be right out side when he was done with school.

Needless to say the brothers had something that most sibling wish they had. For some miraculous reason the two were inseparable, of course they weren’t the same age so something’s Jer’s brother could do he couldn’t. But for the most part the two were best friends learning to rely on each other. Their father had to constantly move the family around to U.S. from place to place depending on where he was stationed. So the two’s only really constant was each other and of course their parents. There home being the most idealistic place, of love and comfort. It seemed there was no storm in their family that came crashing down just a peaceful calm. Of course there were small fights and argument but nothing that blew out of proportion. Then again it was hard to step out of line when a military man has raised groomed the two boys since birth. It wasn’t like he beat the two boys but gave them a firm hand on what was right and wrong.

Around the time Jer turned nine, his father was spending more time with his brother. Not in a terrible daddy never spends time with him but more in the convincing his brother the military life was the life for him. Jered would always peek through the door in to the study and listen. Afterward approaching his brother to ask if he needed someone to talk to. That was the wonderful thing about the pair they always had someone to lean on if they needed to talk. Soon enough with out his brother saying anything Jered knew that his brother didn’t want to go in to the military. Yet he wasn’t going to be the one to crush the traditions in his family. He was just going to ride out the contract and come back to do something he really loved. Jer knew it was drawing, but he said nothing because that was one of the secrets his brother did try and keep. Their father would probably have a heart attack knowing that was one of his boy’s callings.

Now at the age of eleven everything seemed to be different. His brother had changed during the years between. Jered had been almost shunned from the father-son group for now. He wasn’t old enough yet to actually be listening to the military speech and wasn’t young enough to be ignorant of them. It was a hard age since he could only seek solace from his mother, who was mostly bustling around the kitchen or cleaning the house. And of course on her best days she’d be sitting in front of the TV watching Oprah. It was around then that Jered started to find him self as a person. With no one in his corner anymore or to lean on he had to start finding his way. He excelled in school, although he had always been a good student. He didn’t have many friends not wanting to trust anyone afraid he’d be ripped away by his father’s career choice. By this time of course his father was about to retire, settling in to his last and final place. It seemed that in Jered’s mind this couldn’t come fast enough, he still had time to make friends and memories with schoolmates.

This year was probably the worst, usually twelve was supposed to be exciting. It’s supposed to be the year before he turned in to a rotten teenager. The year that his brother enlisted and would come home in no time. It was the year that was he was supposed to get his fathers attention back. Of course none of those things would matter his brother was eighteen and going off to war. Although Jered was twelve war wasn’t very relevant in his mind. His father always coming back from a tour and death never being an issue for the blessed family. There was no sense of loss and Jered was to young for his mind to process that he might never see his brother again. It was around the middle of the year that they got that notice. The one that says, Sorry for your loss your loved one is not returning home. Jered had read it over and over still not believing the government issued paper. Of course the way the government wrote the letter is was more elegant than that but the young boy never saw it that way.

Jered had been lost for a couple weeks now. Not really talking to anyone and keeping to him self even at school. Sitting on the porch a man slowly made his way up their walk. Jered looked up at the blonde haired male and wondered who this could be now. He seemed young, not too much older than his brother, which pained Jered a bit more. It seemed the man took interest in him immediately and sat down. He seemed to poke and prod about why Jered was outside by him self. The only answer he could give is that he wanted to think. His parents were on a different planet of their own with loss. The blonde haired man who introduced him self as Alfred told Jered he was a friend of his brothers. It seemed like they sat there for hours on the porch talking. Even though it seemed to go off topic from his brother to actual normal conversation the young man felt better. He felt like it wasn’t just something that happened against him, but just something that could happen when you go out in to the field. Alfred reassured Jered he should be proud of his bother and that he’d always be with the young kid. It was then that Jered had been presented with his older brothers dog tags. His eyes widened as they were dropped in to his hands. This meant a lot to the twelve year old and he put them on immediately feeling more and more like his brother was sitting there with them.

After that day the two seemed to get closer and closer. Jered felt that Alfred was helping him out more than he was helping Alfred. The two were inseparable, going out to the park-playing ball to going to get some ice cream. It took a while but soon jered was out of his slump, the void of his brother not being replaced but filled. Jered saw Alfred as an older brother also but he was much different from his brother. It didn’t bother the young boy though he was just glad to have that connection once again. Yet it seemed the joy didn’t last long, Alfred had to leave the middle of that next year right before summer. The military was calling and he couldn’t ignore it, of course this bringing back everything Jered thought was in the past.

Sixteen was a golden year, it had been a couple years since Alfred left but he was now in a town he could call home. His father being relocated to Oregon, for the last move of his career. His mother had left a year ago, disappearing in the night leaving a note of the table. Not only with his brother’s unexpected death and his mother leaving it changed the boy. He was less inclined to trust people or even wanting to let them in. He was no longer that carefree person he had been when he was younger. Jered now only had his father to rely on but it was fine. His father encouraged him to go down the military family tradition, pushing him in to his brother’s path. It wasn’t until Jered neared the age that he could go in to the military that he took an interest in a minor difference in career choice. Jered wanted to go in to secret services instead of out on the battlefield. Both were dangerous jobs but at least Jered would be in the states. It seemed the closer Jered came to graduating his father began to get harder and harder on him about grades. The man’s old self was back, trying to shape Jered up for the career he was about to take on. His father not being happy that the boy wasn’t going out of the battlefield but it would do.

Finally at the age of twenty-three he had finally made it through the secret service. Although he had gone through training, he still had to go out on to the field and show his stuff. With that being said he was on what you would call on probation taking small assignments only. Even though he was trained to take a bullet for who ever he was protecting he was still in his rookie phase. He was now a sworn in special agent and ready to take on his duties head on.


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You've got it backwards! Backwards!

Hurry up and throw it! If you don't hurry up and throw it, you'll go "boom"!

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Dom wandered the streets of L.A. it was his newest home and the best one yet. It seemed like the city never slept not to mention all the smells and sounds. He was the happiest wolf at the moment. As he looked at the small shops the lined the streets he found his way in to a small café. Deciding it was best to order some type of drink he went up to the register. Grabbing his wallet he waited as the barista put the tea bag in and handed his drink over. Handing her the proper change he walked right back out. Smelling the black tea he figured this would calm his nerves for a while. The full moon was coming in a week so he had to enjoy his days out now before the three-day torture began. Letting the sun beat down on him it felt like heaven, even though he was all ready very warm to the touch he loved the heat. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of it. Standing there in the middle of the sidewalk he closed his eyes taking in all the sounds and smells. That was a plus to being a wolf he could enjoy things others couldn’t. Opening his eyes back up he looked around not really sure where he should go now.

So instead he let his feet do the walking taking him wherever they please. He noticed all the people bustling about and an urge came in to the pit of his stomach. It always happened when the full moon was near to tear someone to shreds. He hated the feeling and tried to will it away but his senses had other plans. Breathing in and out slowly he took a drink of his tea. It soothed him but not enough to push the feeling away. Deciding to sit down on a bench he concentrated on anything else. Letting sound fill him on the inside, he finally started to calm down. Dom’s eyes flashed yellow although he had no idea. This was just another sign telling him that he was going to be a wolf sooner than he would have liked. As he blink it seemed in an instant they went back to there warm chocolate color. Feeling a bit better he picked himself up again walking along the street. He tried to keep his distance but in this city that seemed impossible.

“Verdammt.” He muttered to himself in German, this sunny beautiful day was turning out to be trashed by his own abilities. He just had to keep control and he knew he could do it. Dom had done it since he was twelve this all should be getting easier not harder. The fear rushed upon him as he thought for a moment maybe his body was craving to kill someone. Taking a gulp he couldn’t let that happen, killing an innocent person wasn’t an option and he wasn’t going to let his animalistic cravings take over. With new determination he kept walking around the L.A. streets. He felt better now that he told himself no, his inner wolf pawing at the back of his mind. He wanted nothing more than to just be true to his nature but to keep any hunter off his back he needed to play the role of perfect human. A small thought crept up in his mind saying ‘you don’t want to end up like you parents do you?’ And with that is just confirmed he needed to play obedient human. So with a new pep in his step he kept on walking around.

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I Summon thee from far away lands, come forth!

You called?

[/color]:[/b] Shannon
Timezone: Pacific

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