Base Claim
Tristan Burnett
Full Name
Nathaniel Joseph Bryant II
Alias:
Zeek Avi
Personal Creed:
Do what your heart aches for. Otherwise you're just not living.
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Orientation:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Family Status:
As far as he knows, they are all alive.
Is the Character in a Gang/Law Enforcement Agency/ Citizen:
Citizen
State your Industry and Occupation:
Professional Thief
Personality:
Cocky would be the most important and the first personality trait that you will notice about Zeek. If you have the chance to hold a conversation with him, you will also notice how intelligent he is. Charismatic and hilarious. You will either love him or hate him, there is no gray area when it comes to that. He is patient and laid back to the point where it's irritating. He never seems to get upset over anything and never loses his cool. He's the kind of guy that you take home to mom when you want a smug asshole that will put her in her place while stealing her pearls at the same time...well that's if you want to give her a stroke. He's selfish and bold. Exuberant about everything in life, even when it gets him into the worst of situations. All in all, he's just a really fun and adventurous person.
Character Image(s):
Tristan Burnett
Full Name
Nathaniel Joseph Bryant II
Alias:
Zeek Avi
Personal Creed:
Do what your heart aches for. Otherwise you're just not living.
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Orientation:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Family Status:
As far as he knows, they are all alive.
Is the Character in a Gang/Law Enforcement Agency/ Citizen:
Citizen
State your Industry and Occupation:
Professional Thief
Personality:
Cocky would be the most important and the first personality trait that you will notice about Zeek. If you have the chance to hold a conversation with him, you will also notice how intelligent he is. Charismatic and hilarious. You will either love him or hate him, there is no gray area when it comes to that. He is patient and laid back to the point where it's irritating. He never seems to get upset over anything and never loses his cool. He's the kind of guy that you take home to mom when you want a smug asshole that will put her in her place while stealing her pearls at the same time...well that's if you want to give her a stroke. He's selfish and bold. Exuberant about everything in life, even when it gets him into the worst of situations. All in all, he's just a really fun and adventurous person.
Character Image(s):
Physical Description:
Zeek stands at 5'11", weighing in at 155 lbs. He has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Facial hair that he keeps clean and neat. He has chiseled muscles, with a natural soft tan. His hair is kept short but in a messy disarray on a normal basis. You can usually see him in dark and plain clothes. Nothing too discerning or noticeable. He tries to stay under the radar, so he does his best not to stand out when it comes to his look. However, that's a bit harder because of his good looks. People tend to stare at him--mostly women--which he enjoys because he knows he's good looking, but would do best to try harder to look inconspicuous.
Unique Skills and Abilities:
Thievery
Lock Picking
Pick Pocketing
Knowledge of Jewels, Antiques, rugs and Paintings
Fast Runner
Intelligence is higher than normal
Strengths and Weaknesses:
As a thief you have many strengths when it comes to stealth and the over all knowledge of how to manipulate people--however when it comes to that, there are many weaknesses that comes with that. He is a caring man, for the ones that he does care for, but he has trust issues worse Dr. Gregory House. He has an obsession with thrill seeking adventures and that gets him into a lot of trouble with his significant others when they get close to him. A lot of people underestimate him, which he uses to his advantage, and hardly disappoints when it comes to that being brought into light. The fact that he's human, just like everyone else, he only has so much strength, knowledge and speed, so he does his best to bullshit that he's better than everyone else. That in itself is both a strength and weakness.
Weapons:
He keeps a pocket knife on him for protection if need be, but other than that, none.
Background History:
My name is Zeek Avi, but you can just call me Avi. I'm a thief and yes, I'm seriously writing you this note because I wanted to let you know who exactly is the person that stole your most precious jewels and pearls. Now you're probably thinking to yourself, "Why on earth am I really reading this?" -- Well, I'll tell you why. Because you rich, helpless, complaining, oblivious jerk have nothing else really to do. We both know that you have enough money to replace all the priceless items that I took. You refer to it as stealing. I refer to it as borrowing without permission. You may also put that in your statement to the police. When I was young, I lived in a decent home, decent neighborhood, with a decent family. A too loving, free-willing mother; a serious, go getter father and two rambunctious and annoying little twin brothers. Their names I choose to leave out. I attended a pretty good school, I had out standing grades, and a lot of friends. I didn't exactly belong to one group. I was just the funny kid that everyone wanted to hang out with. So now you're probably thinking, "Why would a straight edge, good kid like that want to steal my things?" Because, you failed to keep reading, and assumed things too much. I'm not a straight edge, good kid like you think I am. I have an addiction. A damn, heart wrenching, body seizing addiction. Not like drugs or anything, just an addiction to getting away with things that normal people can't. I'm too smart for my own good, and I realize this, so I use it for my own advantage. Growing up, I had no adventure in my life. It only consisted of school, sports and family. Typical life of a pre-teen. I hated it. Absolutely hated it without comprehension. So I decided I needed a change. So I became the one thing most of all human population hated -- a thief. But I'm not like any other kind of thief. I'm the expert. But, it did take me a few good faults to change that. You see, when I was young, I would just take small little meaningless things, just see if I could get away with it. And I did. I always did. But that got boring after awhile, so I took things that were worth a thrill. CD's, DVD'S, soda's, candy, clothes, condoms. You name it -- I probably stole it. But even then, it still wasn't good enough. So I started to steal even bigger things. Ipods, cell phones, wallets, T.Vs. Things that people cared the most for. It was great! I was pick-pocketing every person I ran into. No pun intended. But then I got caught. Like "Uh-oh, shit..." kind of caught. Tried to pick pocket a damn cop. The guy was off duty, just leisurely strolling down the street, and he looked like good pickens. But that all came to a haltering stop when he realized I had taken his wallet. The man chased me down for ten blocks. (I should have joined the track team, don't you think?) So I finally got what I wanted out of it, which was only a measly ten bucks, some great pickens that was. That'll teach you not to judge a book by it's cover. Then I threw the wallet down and ran away. But, man did it feel good. I was never caught, I ran faster and I hid in the park. Poor sucker couldn't find me. But the dude put out a broadcast about me, so I knew I had to skip town. I waited till night fall, snuck into my house, grabbed as much things of mine as I could and ran away. So from there I became a kid with no home. So I had no choice after that to steal for food and stuff. So you can pretty much guess I became the best thief out there by the age of seventeen. But I wanted to make things interesting for myself. I started to be selective of my --- "Donators". I picked out certain people and watched them. Picked out their flaws, the way they lived, the way the did certain things. I waited till I really knew them. Did you know that after you and your husband go to bed at night, your daughter sneaks out the back sliding door, leaving it unlocked, to go hang with the druggies down the street? Well, anyways, we were talking about me right, oh yes. So now you know. So now I'm going to take your things, sell them to a underground jeweler who handles these kinds of things, get my wad of cash and move on with my life. Oh, and you can't catch me. You see, when I said I was an expert, I wasn't lying. You won't be able to find any kind of prints, or anything to link me to the scene, my name...well you might as well just forget trying to look me up. By the way -- I think I'm in love with your daughter, she's one fine piece of ass. With much love, Zeek. :]
Zeek usually left some sort of note at his crime scenes. His name was on almost everyone's lips, but he wasn't satisfied. He couldn't get enough. He starts to feel restless, and this time wasn't any different. He had to go somewhere new, someplace where chaos was around the corner. Someplace he has never been before.
Hawaii.
Boarding a train to the airport, he booked the earliest flight and made his way with the small amount of belongings he had. Landing in Hawaii, and feeling the excitement bubble up inside of him. He had already made double of what he originally walked on the plane with just by going through women's purses left around and men's briefcases. He was a happy little clam and he was going to take this new opportunity to make his life better--by that he meant more extravagant than it already was.
The sun was shining and the women with lei's were smiling brightly up at him as if he were a celebrity and his life was simple and good. He slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped off the plane, and headed to his new future.
Zeek stands at 5'11", weighing in at 155 lbs. He has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Facial hair that he keeps clean and neat. He has chiseled muscles, with a natural soft tan. His hair is kept short but in a messy disarray on a normal basis. You can usually see him in dark and plain clothes. Nothing too discerning or noticeable. He tries to stay under the radar, so he does his best not to stand out when it comes to his look. However, that's a bit harder because of his good looks. People tend to stare at him--mostly women--which he enjoys because he knows he's good looking, but would do best to try harder to look inconspicuous.
Unique Skills and Abilities:
Thievery
Lock Picking
Pick Pocketing
Knowledge of Jewels, Antiques, rugs and Paintings
Fast Runner
Intelligence is higher than normal
Strengths and Weaknesses:
As a thief you have many strengths when it comes to stealth and the over all knowledge of how to manipulate people--however when it comes to that, there are many weaknesses that comes with that. He is a caring man, for the ones that he does care for, but he has trust issues worse Dr. Gregory House. He has an obsession with thrill seeking adventures and that gets him into a lot of trouble with his significant others when they get close to him. A lot of people underestimate him, which he uses to his advantage, and hardly disappoints when it comes to that being brought into light. The fact that he's human, just like everyone else, he only has so much strength, knowledge and speed, so he does his best to bullshit that he's better than everyone else. That in itself is both a strength and weakness.
Weapons:
He keeps a pocket knife on him for protection if need be, but other than that, none.
Background History:
My name is Zeek Avi, but you can just call me Avi. I'm a thief and yes, I'm seriously writing you this note because I wanted to let you know who exactly is the person that stole your most precious jewels and pearls. Now you're probably thinking to yourself, "Why on earth am I really reading this?" -- Well, I'll tell you why. Because you rich, helpless, complaining, oblivious jerk have nothing else really to do. We both know that you have enough money to replace all the priceless items that I took. You refer to it as stealing. I refer to it as borrowing without permission. You may also put that in your statement to the police. When I was young, I lived in a decent home, decent neighborhood, with a decent family. A too loving, free-willing mother; a serious, go getter father and two rambunctious and annoying little twin brothers. Their names I choose to leave out. I attended a pretty good school, I had out standing grades, and a lot of friends. I didn't exactly belong to one group. I was just the funny kid that everyone wanted to hang out with. So now you're probably thinking, "Why would a straight edge, good kid like that want to steal my things?" Because, you failed to keep reading, and assumed things too much. I'm not a straight edge, good kid like you think I am. I have an addiction. A damn, heart wrenching, body seizing addiction. Not like drugs or anything, just an addiction to getting away with things that normal people can't. I'm too smart for my own good, and I realize this, so I use it for my own advantage. Growing up, I had no adventure in my life. It only consisted of school, sports and family. Typical life of a pre-teen. I hated it. Absolutely hated it without comprehension. So I decided I needed a change. So I became the one thing most of all human population hated -- a thief. But I'm not like any other kind of thief. I'm the expert. But, it did take me a few good faults to change that. You see, when I was young, I would just take small little meaningless things, just see if I could get away with it. And I did. I always did. But that got boring after awhile, so I took things that were worth a thrill. CD's, DVD'S, soda's, candy, clothes, condoms. You name it -- I probably stole it. But even then, it still wasn't good enough. So I started to steal even bigger things. Ipods, cell phones, wallets, T.Vs. Things that people cared the most for. It was great! I was pick-pocketing every person I ran into. No pun intended. But then I got caught. Like "Uh-oh, shit..." kind of caught. Tried to pick pocket a damn cop. The guy was off duty, just leisurely strolling down the street, and he looked like good pickens. But that all came to a haltering stop when he realized I had taken his wallet. The man chased me down for ten blocks. (I should have joined the track team, don't you think?) So I finally got what I wanted out of it, which was only a measly ten bucks, some great pickens that was. That'll teach you not to judge a book by it's cover. Then I threw the wallet down and ran away. But, man did it feel good. I was never caught, I ran faster and I hid in the park. Poor sucker couldn't find me. But the dude put out a broadcast about me, so I knew I had to skip town. I waited till night fall, snuck into my house, grabbed as much things of mine as I could and ran away. So from there I became a kid with no home. So I had no choice after that to steal for food and stuff. So you can pretty much guess I became the best thief out there by the age of seventeen. But I wanted to make things interesting for myself. I started to be selective of my --- "Donators". I picked out certain people and watched them. Picked out their flaws, the way they lived, the way the did certain things. I waited till I really knew them. Did you know that after you and your husband go to bed at night, your daughter sneaks out the back sliding door, leaving it unlocked, to go hang with the druggies down the street? Well, anyways, we were talking about me right, oh yes. So now you know. So now I'm going to take your things, sell them to a underground jeweler who handles these kinds of things, get my wad of cash and move on with my life. Oh, and you can't catch me. You see, when I said I was an expert, I wasn't lying. You won't be able to find any kind of prints, or anything to link me to the scene, my name...well you might as well just forget trying to look me up. By the way -- I think I'm in love with your daughter, she's one fine piece of ass. With much love, Zeek. :]
Zeek usually left some sort of note at his crime scenes. His name was on almost everyone's lips, but he wasn't satisfied. He couldn't get enough. He starts to feel restless, and this time wasn't any different. He had to go somewhere new, someplace where chaos was around the corner. Someplace he has never been before.
Hawaii.
Boarding a train to the airport, he booked the earliest flight and made his way with the small amount of belongings he had. Landing in Hawaii, and feeling the excitement bubble up inside of him. He had already made double of what he originally walked on the plane with just by going through women's purses left around and men's briefcases. He was a happy little clam and he was going to take this new opportunity to make his life better--by that he meant more extravagant than it already was.
The sun was shining and the women with lei's were smiling brightly up at him as if he were a celebrity and his life was simple and good. He slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped off the plane, and headed to his new future.