About the Writer:

Name: Celine (You can call me Cel or Nova if you like ^^)
Age: 17 (18 in november!)
Gender: Girl :P
Contact: pm

The Basics

Name: Jacob Christian Hart
Nicknames (Alias/AKAs): Jake, Jay, Bluejay (don't ask -_-')
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Family: A younger sister Selena and a younger brother Ray whose take care of his ailing parents. Most of their support money comes from Jacob's....work.

Kind: Human (part Dreamwalker but for the moment, dormant). Good. ( ;) )

Appearance

Face Claim: Hugh Jackman.

Description: Standing 6'1, the nickname bluejay is no indication of his size. He prides himself on his body. So he should, he could (and some speculate has) melt stone. At 34, he has the body of a 25 year old, with chiseled, toned muscles wrapped in velvet smooth skin (sissy as it may seem, he prides himself on touchable...kissable skin). Slim hipped with broad, but not overly broad shoulders, he has a feline grace that is difficult to describe and impossible not to love.

Topping his body is a regal, defined face with high cheekbones and a chiseld, yet soft jaw. (Yes, he is a mass of beautiful contradictions). He has thick brown hair that falls in a sexy shag around his face, usually falling over his eyes which alternate between rich chocolaty brown and a playful, green/hazel. Although the state of his scruff depends on his love, he favours a bit of the rugged look to combat the sensual softness of his eyes and lips. Strong and fierce both in life, love and lust, Jake is the things that....dreams are made of.

Personality

Likes: sex, men/women, good food - both eating it and cooking it (and thank god, otherwise Rae would only ever eat take out), chocolate, rain, music (jazz in particular), swing dancing, reading, cats, romance, red roses, leather, being dominant (ooo la la).

Dislikes: Bigots, ignorance, broccoli, snow, take-out food, unwilling partners, men/women who objectify other men/women (other than himself as the object), polyestor, dead things

Personality: To say that Jake oozes sensuality...is a massive understatement. However his natural sensuality and sexual allure is nicely balanced by a controlled, professional attitude. He is a man of business and action, and although he can be harsh, he rarely if ever loses his temper. He prefers a more...subtle approach to emotions such as anger and hate. Though he has been known to growl when the anger gets a little too large to fully surpress.

It is because of this fierce control, that the easy-going, tender side of his personality is so easily visible. He is warm, compassionate and sympathetic, with a sensitive ear and strong, warm arms for anyone who may need them. Jake has a rich laugh that rumbles softly through his chest, and a quick, sometimes sharp sense of humour. Mature and responsible, though playful, he appeals to all age groups (he's great with children and animals).

His deep, vast personality makes him an ideal companion, and a noteable ally as well as a fiercely passionate lover. Being part dreamwalker, he is inanely sensitive and intuitive to others emotions, predicting them and easing them sometimes before the other person even knows they are going to happen. He does tend to get even if you tick him off though...staying on his good side is ever so much more...pleasing.

Extras

History: Being an MSI Investigator seemed to be every male child's dream job. All of Jake's friends wanted to be one. It was his parents dream job for him. So at 25, it was no surprise to anyone that every waking minute of Jake's time was spent in his own advanced training to be selected for the MSI. Always the go-getter, Jake had decided it wasn't worth the wait for people to tell him he was good enough...he was going to prove he was good enough, even if it wasn't what he wanted.

But...Killing things, a life of death and destruction, was something Jake had always abhored. It turned his stomach to imagine his own hands taking someone's life. The control of it all...it was a job to lose himself in. Jake hated losing anything. So though his place there was no surprise to anyone, his disappearance a year later shocked everyone around him. Three days before a scheduled visit from the Mencandent Superior, the only thing left of Jake was his training equpiment and a note.

A successful escape from the shackles of a life of death, meant Jake was free....and broke. He needed money, and soon. His parents were fairly well off, but his mom was sick. And his dad didn't have the strength he used to. Plus, he had two younger siblings at home. But what to do? All the training he had just seemed useless. Although there was one other skill he posessed...a way with women (and men alike truth be told).

With that knowledge in his head, Jake hit the streets, intent on finding a job...when fate blew on his way. A flyer advertising a high priced, high quality escort service, "professional lovers", was looking for a fresh young male escort. Jake didn't think twice. Though he was naturally good, it took him 7 years to reach top of the totem pole within the company.

A knack for bedroom talent as well as a flare for the domestic side of life (cooking anyone?) slowly built up his customer base until at age 33 he was top paid, and most desired escort in the firm. A spot he's held for a year, his contracts out can be as short as a night or as long as six months, though as of yet he hasn't served one longer than two.

Though he is proud of his work, and happy as anything with his job, his visits home to his parents and siblings...are not to discuss his work. For all they know, he works hard in an office bringing in a steady paycheck complete with all the...'perks' he could want. If only they knew.

For the first time though, he's nearly wanted to tell them. Because Jake has just been given the most interesting contract in his life. A contract wtih Raelin Lorcan. His longest contractor, he belongs to her for 6 months...and she's driving him mad. The only person to date to be able to flare his temper, she has one iron rule for him: no sex.

Frustrated, intrigued and trapped, Jake's role seems to have taken on more of a 'keeper' position. Helping to fulfill the rather complicated, hostile woman's need for domesticity and lonliness as well as quelling rather ferociously stormy mood swings and satisfying a deep seated need for platonic affection. Too bad she won't pay for sex. Jake has a whole bag of tricks up his sleeves...and his goal in 6 months? Well...she'll have to wait and see. Jake can only thank god for the part of him that is dreamwalker. If he couldn't predict and chart her moves, he may as well be lost at sea. Things are starting to look up.


Sample Post:

"Damn it." Corner of his lip curling into a rather empty sneer, Jake straightened from the fridge, holding a rather....fuzzy take-out container gingerly between two fingers. "I swear to god, when I get a hold of that woman I'm going to just friggin..." Muttering under his breath, Jake stomped his way over to the trash can, disposing of the mess he held with a disdainful flick of his wrist.

"I cook her the finest gourmet meals, and she still insists on poisoning herself with that...that slop! I don't know what she's paying me for." Sliding gracefully around the kitchen, hips moving fluidly out of the way of a wayward chair, Jake eased his way back in front of the stove, peeking under the lid of a happily burbling pot.

Pursing his full, sensual lips, carefully flicking his hair out of his eyes, Jake switched off the burner, moving the pot full of rich creamy soup to the back of the stove to keep warm. "Soups done," A quick peek into the oven. "Roast is done, vegetables are done. Sans broccoli, because no matter how hard she tries, she won't succeed there." Warm brown eyes flicked up behind his hair.

"Table is set. Now...what am I missing." A sudden spike in the emotional tab he had created had Jake sighing. "Ah yes. The girl." Sliding the towel off of his shoulder and tugging his silky black shirt straight, Jake ran a graceful hand through his hair. "So it's to be anger tonight? Well, lets see how angry you can be with the finest dinner ever made!" Twitching his lips into a heart-melting smile he knew would work to dispell her anger, he set off to find his Raelin.

After all, wouldn't want his hard worked dinner to get cold.

First secret line? Lying next to you, in silent lucidity
And the last rule? Master of illusion, can you realize

I already mentioned the bit to you about the dormant DreamWalker, so that's quite alright. The only other thing is the mention of a training academy. That's not quite correct in line with the rest of the plot since the future investigators are chosen by a selective process of the Mendecant Superior. However, you can say that he trained himself to become one, was going to inquire about a job, or had been notified of his status of acceptance before everything took a turn in a different direction.

Lovely app, and absolutely accepted.