Jarod Freeman

Nature:    Architect      Demeanor:    Bon Vivant
House: Defiler Faction: Reconciler
Willpower:   5


Faith:   4   Perm. Torment: 4 Temp. Torment:   1
Conscience:   3   Conviction:   2    Courage:   2


Strength:   2    Charisma:   3    Perception:   3
Dexterity:   3    Manipulation:   3    Intelligence:   2
Stamina:   3    Appearance   4    Wits:   3


Alertness:   2 Animal Ken:   0 Academics:   1
Athletics:   3 Crafts:   0 Computer:   0
Awareness:   2 Demolitions:   0 Finance:   0
Brawl:   2 Drive:   2   Investigation:   0
Dodge:   0 Etiquette:   1 Law:   0
Empathy:   4 Firearms:   0 Linguistics:   1
Expression:   3 Melee:   0 Medicine:   0
Intimidation:   0 Performance:   4 Occult:   1
Intuition:   2 Security:   2 Politics:   0
Leadership:   0 Stealth:   2 Religion:   2
Streetwise:   0 Survival:   2 Research:   0
Subterfuge:   2 Technology:   0 Science:   0


Longing: 2   Transfiguration:   2   Humanity:   1
Fundament:   1         


Enhanced Social Traits   HT: Claws
Lyrical Voice   HT: Casts No Reflection
Enhanced Senses   HT: Venom (Sta vs. 7 resist)
Enhanced Intuition   HT: Regeneration


Legacy:   2   Pacts:   1   Resources:   3


Demon Lore:   3   Wyrm Lore:   2    


Merits     Flaws        
Ability Aptitude (Performance)  

Pact: with Charity Duchet, real name Cynthia Potter.  He receives 1 Faith per day; she receives 10 Freebie Points that are used on Stamina & Willpower in order to keep herself clean. 

UPDATE: Charity killed by Abaldioth, servant of an Earthbound.  Current Thrall: Melody Drake.  She gains Resistance to Mind Control & Resistance to Illusions.  He has taken no Faith for himself.

Empathy (Emotions)
Appearance (Pretty Boy)
Performance (Song)

Host Form:
Walking into view is a young man, blessed by God with natural great looks.  He has a very "pretty-boy" face, vaguely reminiscent of Jared Leto with his well-defined facial structure and big blue eyes.  He is just a little bit lanky, though he tries to stay physically fit, and it shows underneath his black turtleneck, leather trench coat, and blue jeans.  His hair, a shoulder-length platinum blonde, hangs free and unfettered.  He walks the confidence of a man who knows who he is and what he wants.

Apocalyptic Form:
His true form is that of an incredibly beautiful being, more so then anything that's probably ever graced this world.  His hair, golden-blonde, goes in waves down to his shoulders, his facial features perfectly formed, as if it was a mold upon which man was idealized.  His eyes are the greenish-blue of the sea, with fathomless depths to them.

Melioth keeps the following:

Butterfly knife, carried in the folds of his trench coat at all times.

.45 caliber handgun, kept in his apartment in case someone tries to
break in.

Apartment in the lower-rent areas of Chelsea.
T-Mobile Cell Phone
Motorcycle (1999 Yamaha YZF-600R, Blue & White)
Weapons listed above
Fairly large library of published plays
Computer w/Internet Connection at home

Millennia ago—before the world existed—there was Melioth, one of the Nereids, the Fifth House of angels.  Melioth was responsible for the creation of art, more specifically, the creation of song.  His duty was his passion, and he longed to build and inspire something that would in turn inspire mortals in their own lives.  In this task he was successful, and as such, he found joy in humanity, and the task with which he was charged.

However, where there was joy, there was also despair.  Melioth found himself deeply saddened that humanity, which he had helped inspire and seen inspire each other, could never know what inspired them.  Others felt the same as he did—people like Ahrimal and Belial, and of course, Lucifer, the Morningstar.  In what was quite truthfully a moment of egotism, he decided that if mortals knew of their creators, they would be able to lift themselves to even further heights, and thus he joined with Lucifer’s legion, plummeting toward Earth.  Melioth was one of the first to join Asmodeus’s Silver Legion, to teach humanity how to unlock their potential.  During the Age of Wonder, he helped foster that which he helped create, becoming a patron for musicians in Taba’et’, home to the Silver Legion.  He also wrote several epics himself, proclaiming the glory and duty of the Legions.

However, some things cannot last.  The murder of Abel and subsequent Siege of Sagun horrified Melioth, and planted a small seed of hatred within him for humanity, that they could take what he and the rebels had given them and turn it into atrocity.  He turned away from his patronage of humans and became a scout for the Silver Legion, running reconnaissance on the enemy.  Of course, this isolated him from those which he once loved so, and allowed the seed of hatred to grow when he truly saw his brethren suffering in order to protect the mission for which they had borne God’s wrath.

Fostered as he was by his burgeoning hatred of humanity, Melioth was greatly opposed to the Great Experiment.  He felt that humanity had done nothing with what they had already been given…to give them the secrets of Heaven was unthinkable.  When the traitor suggested the
creation of the Nephilim, Melioth was only too happy to comply, and though he despised the idea of joining with a mortal, he did so, and so helped in his small way to bring about the downfall of the Great Experiment.

Then came the Shattering, and the buckling of mankind under the weight of their revelations.  Mankind’s ability to comprehend the One language was fragmented, and they no longer understood what they saw of angels.  The Host of God descended on the rebels, and though Melioth fought, he knew they were doomed.  The rebels were rounded up, and they were condemned to the Abyss.  At that moment, Melioth had a revelation—he realized that his hatred for humanity was unfounded.  It was the rebels who were responsible for what humanity had done, for they had forced divine knowledge a race not yet ready for it.  With this knowledge, he threw himself into the Abyss.

The Abyss was torment like Melioth never knew it could be.  Not only was he trapped in Hell, quite literally, the plaything of demonic Archdukes who could use his True Name to involve him in their petty struggles, but he knew it was the torment he deserved.  There was no hope of him getting out, or ever seeking redemption.  And even worse, he could feel humanity seeping in from the edges, and though he reached out to them, he could never reach them.  It was an unending torment of indescribable proportions.

Then, the Archdukes vanished.  Melioth, surprised as he was, counted it a blessing, that these monsters were not around to drag him into their schemes.  Though some spoke of hope that Lucifer had freed them, and their imprisonment was to end, Melioth did not believe it.  When those like Zaphoriel were summoned by mortals for our secrets, many despised the idea; Melioth prayed to be called.  To be able to speak to humans again would be a brief respite from torment, even if abject humiliation came with it.  Alas, he was never called.

Finally, the sixth Maelstrom came.  The gates of Hell were cracked, and Melioth, for the first time in millennia, was filled with hope.  On his prince’s command, he threw himself heedlessly into the storm, crawling past the spirits of the dead and climbing back out of the Abyss.  He found himself in a world filled with more humans then he could imagine, all of them suffering in their own ways.  As he tore himself away from the flayed, screaming souls of the dead, he found himself searching for a way to remain here, away from the Abyss and free from it’s terrible pull.

Enter Jarod Freeman.

Jarod Freeman was born in Upstate New York in 1976.  A lifelong dreamer, his parents were upper-middle class people, living comfortably in their home in Albany.  Jarod was taken with Hollywood at a very young age, and his dream was to act.  He loved to perform, and throughout his primary school career, he was perpetually involved with the theatre.  It was only natural, then, that when he graduated from high school that he moved (against his parent’s wishes) to New York City.  He got a job as a waiter in a diner, and began auditioning for any role he could find, on- or off-Broadway.

Unfortunately for Jarod, he was missing something…something called talent.  While it was true that he was moderately successful in high school theatre, that was mostly due to the fact that he was blessed with incredibly good looks and popularity…when it came to actual acting ability, he came up something short.  No one came calling…no one offering legitimate roles, at least.  At 24, after six years of trying, Jarod was about ready to give up when he got a call from a man offering him a role in a low-budget movie.  Jarod jumped at the opportunity, and he didn’t even mind that much when he found out it was for a pornographic film.  At least it was acting.  Not capital-A acting, but hey…if Traci Lords was able to make the jump from porn queen to an (admittedly tenuous) legit career, so could he.  Or at least, so he thought.

Unfortunately, thinking doesn’t always make it so.  Jarod soon got trapped in the negative aspects of the adult film industry, including a fairly crippling cocaine and heroin habit.  Worse still, his “career” quickly spiraled out of control, to the point that he was making fetish films that were barely a step up from snuff.  It didn’t take too long until Jarod’s spirit died, and on a cold February night in 2004, Jarod purposely overdosed on heroin, attempting to end his life.

Desperate to get free of the Abyss’s pull, Melioth was in the general vicinity when he felt Jarod’s despair.  Intrigued, he investigated, and found a man much like those he used to inspire…only he was without inspiration, and without hope.  Melioth found a man who’s passion reminded him of what he used to be, and he moved in to take control.

Of course, in doing so, his life was forever changed—which is, of course, what he wanted.  He’s found, though, that his life has changed in ways he hasn’t expected.  He knew for millennia that he had made a grave mistake in learning to hate humanity; however, he wasn’t expecting that when he returned from exile that he would end up living in a mortal who’s depraved lifestyle made him remember why he hated them.  His love and hatred for mortals have tempered each other, and he is now resolved to continue the work that originally made him rebel, and make mankind inspire themselves enough to replace God at the helm of the universe.  Jarod has quit the porn industry and cleaned himself up, and with a sudden boost in acting power, he is doing shows off-Broadway, and getting pretty good reviews for them.  Meanwhile, he has found a source of Faith in Cynthia Potter, also known to the porn subculture as Charity Duchet, a former “co-star” who he helped pull out of the abusive adult film industry and given a new lease on life with enough force of will and stamina to kick and stay off her heroin addiction.  He has not yet seen any concrete cases of Earthbound that he can investigate, but should he learn that any are around and trying to subvert human faith to their ends, he will gladly step up to fight it.