Name: Jacob Moon

Age and appearance: At 27 years of age, Jacob is a tall man, standing at an impressive 6"7. His dark brown skin mixed with his muscular build and impressive height, make Jacob an intimidating sight. However, despite this, Jacob is a very well dressed man. Wearing a deep purple shirt, with it's sleeves pushed up until it hugs around his forearms, he usually keeps the two top buttons are usually undone, showing off a small necklace with a Celtic symbol on it, when away from work. One his bottom half he wears dark blue jeans, done up with a belt, and a pair of black trainers. 

Backstory (optional): Being born in New York, he quickly moved to California after the death of his father, shortly after his birth. Growing up with a single mother, who never remarried, he went through his early life quiet easily. Going through school, he finished off University with degrees in, Photography, Journalism and Maths. Now at aged twenty one, he got himself mixed up in the wrong group of friends.  This quickly spiralled into a time of violence and petty crimes. Soon after this came one of his biggest mistakes, the bank robbery. Going in with a group of friends, they attempted to rob a bank, only to be met with terrible outcomes. Everything Jacob had planned out, was just slightly off. This sadly lead up to Jacob being arrested on charges of theft, assault, manslaughter, and coordinating the robbery. Because of this Jacob was sent away, for the next five years.

After his time in Prison, where he picked up a few skills of his own, such as hand to hand fighting, from his various in jail brawls, and other street smarts. He was determined to start a new life. His first idea was to go an get a job as a reporter. This was met with him being turned away many times, due to his criminal history. However, he finally got a job for a large news network, after proclaiming, if anyone knew how to spot a crime and know what happened, it was him. This was met with uneasy glances, but ended up getting him the job.

From there on, he promised himself that he would never go back to a life of crime, and would earn a honest living. After a year of working at his news network, he was invited to a party by one of his co-works. Happily taking the invitation, he went and had a bit too much to drink, and now he's ended up in this mess...

With his sense coming back, packaged alone with an untreatable hunger, lingering in the bottom of his belly, he attempted to push himself up onto his knees. Ignoring the voice for the time being, he managed to get himself on his knees, nearly falling over onto his side in the process. Breathing deeply, he attempted to refine all of his senses. The cold air hadn't struck him until now, and it was something that stabbed into his lungs, causing his eyes to burst open with awareness.

"What, the fuck happened?" Jacob asked slowly, holding his head in his right hand, while he pushed himself onto his feet with his left hand. Now on his feet, he nearly stumbled over his own feet, if it wasn't for his quick reactions, placing him upright again. "Where... Where am I-" He quickly stopped himself, now wrapping one of his arms around his stomach, and holding it there tightly. His other hand placed itself on his neck, rubbing the two marks that lied on the side of his neck. "And, what in the nine circles of hell is happening?" Jacob groaned, now directing his questions to the voice, instead of the lifeless, cold air around him.

After taking a bit of time to look at the man, he found some sort of strange comfort in the mans criminal look, it brought a sense of familiarity back to him. Placing one of his hands on the man's shoulder, to help balance himself, he took a look around the area. Trying to figure out where he was, since the old man wasn't going to give him any answers. After a few more breaths, Jacob found that he was in control of all his sense once again. Removing his hand from the man, he rubbed his neck once more.

"Either this is just one bad dream, or I'm high..." Jacob said out loud, more to himself than anyone else. However, from the hunger, and the ache in his bones, he knew this far from any weird dream. The, suddenly, a wave of terror washed over him, as he frantically checked all of his pockets. He'd gone to enough parties to know, if you wake up somewhere new with your body aching, you've probably been robbed.