-BIOGRAPHY.

JESPER WAS SEVENTEEN WHEN HE SAW the man who would shape the rest of his life standing over his father’s body. Gravesen was a rabbit he’s not sure if he regrets chasing, but he did chase him — and as a result was re-formed, re-molded. Made a new creature, irrevocably something other than the boy who had once stood in his childhood home’s study with blood soaking into his socks. A boy he would be no longer; he would learn to be a bargaining chip, checkmate, a stolen flag.--------A glass vial of rusty liquid was set on the counter one day, and he, was told that, if Gravesen were that way inclined, its contents could make him the most powerful man on Earth. That it would make a monster of anyone whose blood it mixed with, one that would live on after death. "Perhaps one day, should I ever deem you strong enough to shoulder it, you will be immortal," he had said. "Perhaps one day you will earn it."
--------He wasn't sure if he wanted to be immortal. Of course, he would later learn that to want wasn't becoming of him, wasn't for him, only ever got in the way — a gun didn't want, a knife didn't want, a wrench didn't want, and neither would he.
--------Gravesen told Jesper where the vial would be kept, and that he was to guard it with his life, something he took literally when a week later they were stormed by a group by the name of The Road, who had both a vested interest in getting their property back, and rather a lot of ammunition.
--------There are few better hiding places than that inside a human body. In its blood. There is a scene etched in stone, in a white room with bare walls; and there is gunfire above and around, and a man holds him down and tells him it's okay, it's okay, this is worth it. Everything they have done is worth it. And the vial is now a syringe and the needle is in his wrist and the rust is in his veins and it burns like warm metal on frozen skin. And for hours everything is icy fire. And then he is dead.

--------Terrible things tend to happen to cannon fodder, when the artillerymen learn it can be fired more than once. He took many lethal blows in the ensuing years, but he couldn't give you an accurate tally. He's not even sure he could describe any given one of them; when it was, how it happened, what it felt like. He ran himself up against a wall and it killed him and then he ran again. Gravesen made sure he never suffered. In fact, Gravesen immunised him to suffering, made sure he had not even the capacity to feel it. He didn't know why. It must have helped something. He knew their work was important.
--------He called him Havik, Gravesen did — Pieter did. Hawk in his mother tongue. It had been a long time since Jesper was a person who had the capacity to like something, but if he was, he supposes he might have liked that. Pieter was gentle. And when he wasn't, Jesper knew it was for good reason.
--------So why he found himself knelt beside his keeper's body with a knife in his lap and blood on his hands, he didn't know. Still doesn't. Why he'd stabbed and stabbed and kept stabbing, long after he'd fallen still. Why part of him felt relief where there should have been shame. He laid next to the corpse until even the arctic cold couldn't stop it from festering.
--------And from then on, freedom was his — but he was the last man on Earth to want it for himself. Half Jesper, half Havik, he let himself out into the world only because he had no other choice. He would have liked to stay tethered to someone's side, serving them, loyal as a hound. The places he settled — first Murmansk, then London — fell victim to his insistence on following orders spoken by a tongue long-dead, and in seeking blame in something that wasn’t himself, felt the rust in his blood, freezing, and didn't understand. The world would use him for something wicked, though he didn't know what. He knew, though, that it was his job to never find out.To this day, he doesn't know what runs in his blood, or why he gets back up after being shot or stabbed or dropped from a height. He's accepted it as an irreversible fact of his existence and has long abandoned his endeavours to undo it. He doesn't know what he's tethered to, how vast it is, or that it's also tethered to him — or that when his body lies still and cold, it watches him as he walks mindless along its endless spine.

SUSPECT DESCRIPTION.

Name: Jesper Durov/Ramsel. (verse dependent)
Alias(es): Havik, Moshka, The Forest Gate Butcher,
Old Wolf, Christopher Faulkner, Sarat Ilqum, Cihenim Lis'ekt.
DOB: May 22, 1982.
Place of Birth: Cheadle, Greater Manchester.
Gender: (Transgender) male.
Orientation: Gay.Species: Human with an asterisk. Undead. Lich. Champion. Biological warlock? Envoy to a dormant god.
Patron: Ekt. The Chasm.
Ethnicity: White (Irish)/Central Asian (Kazakh).
Height: 5’7 (verse dependent).
Body: On the lean side. Slightly wider shoulders and hips, long legs, strong thighs. What muscle he manages to build is generally softer in appearance, and not especially well-defined.
Skin: Pale, but once was not. Scarred and tired.
Hair colour: Dark brown, near-black.
Eye colour: Somewhere between grey and brown.Spoken languages: English, Russian, Norwegian (fluent). Finnish (conversational). Swedish, French, Spanish (could probably get by, but can read significantly better than he can speak them). Knows parts of a few dead languages: mostly Sumerian, Akkadian, and Sanskrit.
Voice: His generic English RP is the result of the same vocal training that gives him the ability to mimic most voices he hears. His original accent is Mancunian, and it tends to slip out when he gets comfortable, or worked up. His voice is not particularly deep, but it has a rough, slightly gravely edge to it. Overuses glottal stops, rarely enunciates Ts or Gs at the end of words. Cusses decoratively. His voiceclaim is Johnathan Bailey.Clothing style: Dark colours, lots of layers, easy to move around in. Wool, cheviot, flannel, corduroy, some fur. Practical shoes with a deep tread, usually combat boots. Always seems to dress for weather colder than it actually is. He likes to cover as much skin as possible, sometimes to the point of wearing gloves, usually to the point of wearing long sleeves.
Tattoos: A dark teal, minimalist snake winding up his right forearm; the head on the back of his hand, the tip of the tail on his bicep. The scutes of the snake's belly are in white ink. It is surrounded by bluebells and sage flowers. There is a tattoo of a cockroach, in a similar style, on his ribs.Notable scars: A claw mark over his left eye. A large, jagged X shape on his chest. Stab wounds through his right wrist and left ankle. A spiderweb-like scar on the back of his head, hidden by his hair. A bullet through his heart. A slash to his left thigh and shoulder. A scar on his abdomen where the knife went in, and was then wrenched upward into his chest.
Other notable physical attributes: Left arm and right leg are missing, replaced-with-advanced robotic prosthetics. (In some verses he is missing an eye, and is usually seen with an eyepatch; in some verses he has a limp from an injury in his right leg, and is usually seen with a cane).

Abilities: When Jesper is killed, his body will remain in a regenerative stasis until it's healed enough to foster life again. This usually takes two or three days. It's about as difficult to kill him as it would be to kill any human with similar training, but he has an incredibly high pain tolerance, and is almost supernaturally resilient. When the situation calls for it, he will not be stopped (and will often not even be hindered) by fear or pain or injury, and will keep going, keep fighting, until he is killed or properly restrained/incapacitated. It's very tricky to end a fight without doing severe damage, or killing him. There is often not a peaceful way out, and combat is best avoided.In addition, he is also capable of going without other necessities such as food, water, rest, and even air for a good while longer than your average human would be able to.In his main verse, Jesper is capable of manipulating carbon (thanks to receiving a lethal dose of magic radiation) usually by way of fabricating graphene spikes that he refers to as "death thorns". These are incredibly sharp, radioactive, and emit infrasound, causing effects anywhere between a mild headache or unconsciousness and internal bleeding. (More on the death thorns here.) Main verse is also usually in possession of draconic polymorph tonics, allowing him to shift into an acid-spitting black dragon — though he's not adept at fighting in this form, and only tends to use it for easy transportation and bonding with his family. (More on the dragon here.)

Skills: An incredibly adept engineer, mechanic and roboticist. He's also very charismatic, though less in the talk-you-into-bed-sense — his gifts lie more within the realm of deception and intimidation. Persuades, manipulates, and blackmails. In combat: marksmanship, close quarters combat (especially when he's got a knife or two), knows his way around a sword. He's decently quick and agile, and has an in-depth knowledge of the human body and its weak points. Vocal mimicry. Survival — building and lighting fires, identifying wild plants, building improvised shelters and traps.
Weaknesses: Physically, not awfully strong. His prosthetics, while advanced and robust, can still be removed, damaged, and disabled with an EMP (though it would have to be a powerful one). When he returns from being killed, he will not be fully healed, only healed enough to survive — he'll still likely have some recovering to do, depending on what killed him. It's also possible to, with the right approach and the right information, use his brainwashing to your advantage, making him especially vulnerable to manipulation and conditioning — at least, for those who know how to get him to fold.

Physical assessment: Moderate damage to the brain's limbic system, and chronic hypothermia, both of medically unknown origin. His average body temperature is usually somewhere around 32°C/90°F. Anemia, some mild vertigo, slight hearing loss and tinnitus. Two missing limbs (and in some verses, a missing eye) along with consequential phantom limb syndrome. Chronic pain and migraines from various old injuries, and from his perpetually high stress levels.
Mental assessment: Major depressive disorder (MDD), complex post-traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD), borderline personality disorder (BPD), schizotypal personality disorder (STPD), autism spectrum disorder (ASD) and dissociative disorder not otherwise specified (DDNOS). Severe insomnia and night terrors, consistent problems with addiction and alcoholism, impulsive and intrusive thoughts. Prone to delusion, hallucination, suicidal ideation & self-destruction.Major fears: Death, the afterlife, immortality and eternity. Meat (specifically of eating it), heights and deep water, dragons. Strangers, especially in crowds. Having his back turned to potential threats, being restrained, being unable to defend himself. Reacts very poorly to experiencing things he sees as "not for him": pampering, excessive comfort, rest & leisure time, being understood, being desired. On worse days, even things like food and rest and company are difficult
for him to accept, for fear of it being a test, for fear of giving the wrong answer, and for fear of being punished as a result.