Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Description:
Leroy Jethro Gibbs (LJG)  is 6’2” and 170lbs and 28 years old he has a very lean/dry muscular build. Having almost white skin and spiked up green hair with a pair
of matching emerald eyes. He is very hansom with almost flawless features and skin. Though sometimes his features seemed  a little off with how red his thin lips curl together as it stretches across his face, almost looking abnormally big along with his almost snake like tongue. However, his soothing green eyes and his formal style of fashion comes off as charming and trust worthy. Wearing unique purple suit, he looks as if he is wearing a large but flattering suit. Though he may look as if he was without any belongings, he has customized his armor with compartments and magical pockets of space to hide his treasures, weapons and goods. His feet sport large black leather shoes that twist up from the toes to make a point.  He often wears a nice pair or tinted red glasses when he needs to shield his eyes from an explosion he detonated or the sun.
Mental description:
Leroy Jethro Gibbs is a psychopath with psychotic tendencies. He has a personality disorder characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, impaired empathy and remorse, and bold, disinhibited, and egotistical traits. In the womb, Gibbs’ fetus brain was flooded with dopamine and other strong hormones responsible for ones pleasure centers. By the time he was born, his tolerance for these hormones made his body no longer react to these powerful neurotransmitters. As a result, LJG mainly only gets pleasure from pain, receiving it and delivering it. He has an incredibly high pain tolerance and he has the scars to prove it. He only felt love once and it was tragically torn from him. He is an intelligent, cunning young man who will go to any length to fulfill his needs/desires as well as his mission. He loves manipulating people and taking advantage of them. Once he recognizes how someone can benefit him he will be loyal and is a fierce ally.
Only cruel to those who stand in his way( likes to impress companions and have people to admire my evilness)
Keep team alive, and defend team mates to help you with your evil deads. No crime – including murder, theft, and terrorism – is beyond LJG, and his exploits are theatrical performances that are funny to him alone.
Life events:
At the age of 6, his parents and older brother were murdered in their home by two low life burglars. He was found three days later in the house with his dead family members, two unidentifiable males that looked as if they were tortured, and a crying/blood covered traumatized green haired boy with out a family. Convinced with the boys story of being knocked out during the brutality (he even gave himself a bump on his head to sell his story). The murder of his family was the event that snapped his inner psyche and released his inner demons and truly embrace being a psychopath. He always new he was different than others but now he knew he was unlike anyone else... ever. He was brought to a distant orphanage where he learned quickly how to adapt and get what he wanted... To most he seemed like an intelligent but quiet boy. However when people let their guard down he played inappropriate and dangerous tricks on others for fun. He easily manipulated the other kids and most adults and with no remorse. He became amused with how he could inflict as much chaos and pain on others so it would briefly distract him from his own debilitating hunger for everything to be consumed with madness.
Regardless of Leroy’s inner evil side that ignited with the loss of his family, he realized he must suppressit all and act the part of a good little boy. From a young age Leroy was forced to adapt to his environment. He became a chameleon of sort, and a dangerous one at that. A predator who can adapt to any situation. He was quickly adopted by a very wealthy Nobel couple who couldn’t have kids. Leroy convinced his adoptive parents to let him keep his family name ( using some fat tears and saying, “It’s the only thing I have left of them!”). They were a very easy going couple. The man, DiNozio, was a charming sophisticated former spy for the kings. Leroy’s  adoptive mother, Ziva loved to throw huge balls and show off her son Leroy. He was forced to wear frilly collars and stupid clothes while he was grabbed, groped and prodded by useless arrogant cunts. Leroy would have none of that. After getting no where with convincing Ziva to allow him to skip the balls, Leroy became the ring master of the circus rather then the lion in the cage. He put an end to the groping by setting up this fat, sweaty Nobel man. With in ear shot of DiNozo and his war buddies, Leroy shouted at the fat man, “No, I don’t want to sit on your lap again, there’s something hard in your lap and I don’t like it poking me!” And after a bloody display of protection, no one unwantingly touched Leroy again. He began pick pocketing his guests for fun. He had no need for the stuff, and often threw it out, he enjoyed messing with the people and getting away with it, he got a big kick out of that. He was only caught once but lies his way out and all was well. When he grew tiered of how easy pickpocketing was, he began playing the role of the entertainer. He liked telling stories and magic tricks. He mastered the flute, mandolin and singing, but didn’t prefer playing music. What he really loved, was jokes. Leroy is great with impersonations and loves using bizarre dialects of common. He got the best jokes from DiNozo and his war buddies, the more vulgar they were, the better. Guests came to love Leroy and his antics. He made quite a proper boy.
Most of the time, DiNozo, having nothing but expensive toys and time on his hand, he drank often and shared just about everything he had learned in his adventurous life. Growing into quite the hansom man, he began training with his adoptive father to better his chances of fulfilling his dreams of pure mayhem. He learned a lot about war and spy tactics, about mind games and most of all, that wars were won through number of bodies killed. Leroy picked up basic skill well. He was adequate in everything, good at a few vicious tactics and great at knife wielding. He could hide a knife just about anywhere and could use it in countless ways to mane or kill someone.
Seeing Leroy’s potential, DiNozo trained the young man harder and harder each day. For years now DiNozo has known the true nature of the young man he he has come to call his son. He watched Leroy play him and his wife like a fiddle to get his way, but he was cute and worth it. He watched him steel from the pockets of the people we welcome into our home, but these people are useless and he’s just a boy being a boy. He pulled his son off two local boys who had hit a classmate of his. But the vicious beating he delivered matched the look in his eyes as DiNozo had to pull his son off with much difficulty. He loved his son and so did his wife, but he also had seen the same look in the eyes of a former enemy, who whipped out all of his tropes to accomplish his task alone. He knew Leroy was capable of atrocities and yet he was still his son. But he also knew that if a lion raised in captivity get hungry, it doesn’t matter who raised him, it needs to eat. So DiNozo did only what he knew best, to train the sun he loves and set him free to do what he does else where. With that he began training Leroy regularly and filled time in between with exciting adventures to be had in other lands. DiNozo began preparations to prepare him for his unique jester bard college.
DiNozo, as a spy was a bard by trade. He had been trained by the best warriors and protected his craft to make a name for himself and his kingdom. Leroy fit many of the necessities for being a good bard, he was charming and pleasing. He was good at playing instruments and doing tricks but his heart was never in it. In order to accel at his craft he would have to have his heart in it. So after reaching out to his many contacts in the established bard community and was told of a college that just might work.
The Jester college chooses the bard, the bard does not choose it. From a young age they mastered putting on “masks” and performances to play the part most profitable for them in this cruel life. Adaptable in almost every situation, they are as deadly and as they are entertaining. Trained in musical instruments, preforming arts and comedy (often cruel) they are amusing bards that are dedicated to their art. Sometimes obsessive, jesters always play their role as if their lives depends on it, and often it does. Always anticipating the situation, Jesters tend to wear or carry roles outfit. When a bard joins the Jester college a magical ceremony inducts them into the brotherhood. Every jester chooses a Jesters mask that magically binds itself to the individual. Much practice goes into learning how to control the mask from showing or not (it doesn’t feel different then their face). Jesters with common mask are easy to control and look plain and simple, these are easy to control. However some masks are much more fearsome and these often are controlled by the Jesters strong emotions. Leroy had a very unusual indoctrination. Nothing like the ancient college has ever seen before but some how Leroy made it work. He passed all of his assessments and worked hard at his studies. When it came for the final ceremony with three new pledges (including Leroy) DiNozo, and the bard college masters. At first the ceremony went on as a typical indoctrination into a secret society. There were robes and candles and of course the pledges stood in the center light in nothing but a cloth. The first two pledges, one at a time approached an alter with old jester masks. When their name was called each one simply walked up, selected a mask, placed on a mask from the alter, and walked back to their place. When they called out Leroy Jethro Gibbs, everyone could hear a small chuckle as Leroy’s head dropped its gaze. Continuing to laugh harder and louder the closer he got to the alter. Looks of confusion filled the crowd of on looker. The laughing became almost unbearable as he approached the alter. DiNozo quaked in fear. As murmuring began to fill between the men, Leroy’s laughing remained at the same volume but got Draper and slower as he slowly reached for a mask with much difficulty. Leroy was shaking and trembling as if fighting the urge to grab a specific mask. Leroy lost his struggle and eventually his arms place the mask on his face a flash of bright light came from there mask and his face fusing. Leroy screamed out and dropped to the floor.  Before anyone could rush to Leroy’s aid, he lifted his face, which was bright and clean with almost perfect features. This relieved most of the audience members tensions. As this happened Leroy began to shout, “vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas!” (vanity of vanities; everything [is] vanity) He shouted this over and over again. As he did this his facial features began to warp his face seemed to get larger then possible. His blood red lips streak he’d across his face and his eyes went black. Leroy began to laugh a soft chuckle, and he said, “Haha I’m just fucking with you!” And immediately his face returned to normal. No sign of the mask. And he stood to a round of applause and the group gathered around Leroy and embraced him with admiration. DiNozo was weary of his son but hugged him none the less. After the celebration and Leroy was alone. He began to question what had happened. Looking in the mirror, he saw his reflection and no sign of the mask, he knew he put on his face. He began to scratch and pull around the space when the mask would meet his skin. He began peeling anxiously at his face when he began to hear a laughter. He turned to see where it was coming from he saw no one. When he returned his gaze back to the mirror, he saw a reflection of himself but it wasn’t really him. The reflection continued to laugh, “Hahaha you and me are now one in the same haha there is no mask only our face hahaha keep scratching and you will only tear the skin underneath hahaha we will always look of youth and beauty no matter what is done to you haha I love your laughter hahahaha united once more with a tour enter soul, little work for me haha I give you control!” And his reflection returned to being his own. Confused with what just happened he returned to examining his face. After about ten minutes more of poking and prodding himself, he stopped. Giving a slight chuckle he looked at himself once more in the mirror. Slowly he could see his features start to change and then stop then change again. He realized he was able to control his face to turn into a horrifying exaggerated version of his own. (Twice between short rests) Leroy hid his new ability and only liked to use it to scare the living shit out of someone. As he sat down, he felt something strange next to him. It was a serpents blade the color of his hair. He automatically felt a kindling with the weapon and smiled sadisticly. Leroy was happy to have completed the bard college and was eager to take on the world.
Gibbs has played just about every role one could think of when thinking of a desperate life. His first job one could argue was his cons he use to run in the orphanage, but that was more pleasure that businesses. But his first official job was as a furrier in the towns pelt businesses. He started at a local tanning store when a month or so after being adopted. He wanted independence and wanted something to keep him busy at the ripe age of 14. Touching a blade to flesh once more just felt right to Jethro. He had no problem spending many hours in the shop cutting away at the hides of countless types of animals. A knife became an extension of his hand. He coveted his “friends” and kept them at their sharpest. He did well on the business side of things too when he was around 10. He was well mannered and blunt when he needed to be. He was young but had a mind for business, knowing when to press a customer for more money or convince a mistake in a pelt isn’t noticeable. People came to admire his work with the blade and was quite the entertainer. Jethro was great at entertaining adults, his adoptive parents hosted many events at their manor. He picked up jokes quickly and his vulgarness was hilariously matched with his age was a brutal combo. His reputation be came known from across the land and with the promise of gold, fame and most of all fun, Jethro accepted a job offer at the largest and most reputable furrier service in all the kingdom. He moved into a small room at the near by inn and learned quickly that there was something missing in his life... fun. He could tell at first glance that his new boss was involved with some shady business. Jethro, filled with curiosity, set up a course of events that put him in the right place at the right time. As a result of bad business relations, Jethro witnessed his boss and friends beat and tie up a stupid thug. When told to leave, Jethro retorted, “But the fun’s just getting started!” And with that he wound up a big right kick and unloaded the force into the side of the thugs face. At first his boss and companions thought it was funny how savage the beating Jethro delivered on this poor soul... until they saw what he could do with his knives. He moved as if he was in a ballet. Though discussed, the on lookers of Jethro’s horrific torcher saw that Jethro was a true artist. After twenty long minutes with the thug, Jethro had the man crying and giving up everything he knew until Jethro lost interest and finished the guy. He ran a bloody hand across his face gave with a big smirk he said, “Sorry I took all the fun, I can get pretty buried in my work.” From that day forward, Jethro was on the fast track in the crime world once his hidden talents were reveled. He was the number one most feared man in the kingdom amongst every bad and good guy that heard about him, which he did a good job holding under wraps. Which was pretty easy once he effortlessly slit his companions throat after announcing his presence. Not only serving the pain, Jethro received a lot of it to... from himself. Jethro would occasionally take a break from torchering a guy to let them get a few shots in on him and when they actually thought they had a chance he would cripple their hopes by regaining control why laughing in their face with most often with a blood full mouth. He also occasionally would beat the shit out of himself just to prove a point. He has been stabbed, cut, hit, and nearly killed more times then he could possibly count. Underneath his fancy clothes he is scared from head to toe. However, due to the effect of the mask, no one can see even a blemish on his face.
For a while, Jethro loved the life; the money, the power, and most of all the fun he had doing this work made him happy. But as he tends to do, he grew board of day to day cutting. He wanted something a little more explosive....
The first time he had ever seen anything explode, it was as if Jethro had seen a god in the flesh. He was amazed with the sight and sounds but most of all the destruction. After finishing a bloody interview at snitch’s hideout, Jethro was angry that he wasn’t allowed to kill the man. Him and his companions were walking away from the site, Jethro fussing the whole way when a leathery old guy comes jogging up to them from the building. Jethro had seen this man before amongst his coworkers but never met the guy. When the man reached the group he was winded yet continued to smoke his cigarette. Without moving it from his mouth he told the group to hold up and watch his masterpiece. Confused with him, Jethro studied the guy who he could now see the man holding some sorta box with a long string coming from the building attached to it. Before anything else could be said, the man set off an explosion that engulfed the building in flames until there was nothing left. Seeing an expression of pure awe on his face the man walked up to Jethro and introduced himself as Mike Franks: explosives expert. Jethro and Franks were friends from the start. Though Franks could be harsh and mean he shared Jethro’s love for mayhem and meticulous mind games. Franks taught Jethro everything he knew about explosives and trap setting. He showed Jethro how to..... and.... he knows how to make/use...
Jethro was a quick study but his love for the danger and excitement made it easy for him to burry himself into his new passion. Though he almost blew him and Franks up a number of times, he perfected his craft and became as fluid with bombs as he is with his blades. Him and Franks blew up hideouts, bridges, walls and even one time a castle. No one besides their boss knew of their endeavors and Jethro preferred it that way. He loved the aftermath the most from his creations. The initial site and screams of pain were enjoyable and all but he loved seeing the deviation and agony his works of art created in communities. And it’s hard to enjoy that from inside a guarded sell or at the end of an enemy’s blade. That’s why him and Franks grew close together. The only person that shared their psychopathic desires and secrets were one another. Though Jethro hadn’t truly loved anyone, he felt the same for Franks as he did his real family. He still held up appearances working as a furrier. One devastating day while Jethro was at the shop, a few companions had stopped by to tell Jethro of the horrible news. None of the burly large men could control Jethro once he stopped laughing histariclly after being told the Mike Franks had been torchered and killed. Jethro lost it. He marched right into his boss’ office, which is simply not done. Surrounded by many of his boss’ men who all raised a weapon to defend their boss, Jethro slowly walked up to his boss as he gestured for his men to lower their weapons.  Before Jethro could demand the names of Franks killers his boss slipped him a folded piece of paper, and knowing that there was no other option, his boss gave Jethro the permission to take his revenge. Jethro took the note and left the room without making a sound but smiling in such away it scared every warrior in the room, even his boss. Jethro locked himself away in his room not eating or sleeping for days at a time. He learned everything he could about men responsible for his mentors murder and suffering. He studied not only the men, but their families, business and infrastructure of their places of business. Even spent some time studying magical explosives and their uses but decided that this was not the time to test out new methodology and was time to stick with what Franks taught him.
His revenge was cruel and unusual but effective. He started with an explosion that left the group of men blind and vulnerable. He then mathematically used smaller explosives blowing off legs and arms to incapacitate them and gather them together to “witness” his next act. I front of the men were members of each of their families. With out any sign of remorse, Jethro reintroduced the family members to the blinded men and slit their throats above the men so they could feel the warm blood of their loved ones. After he killed all the family members barricaded all the exits and slit the Achilles’ tendon of each of the men (just for safe measure). He then proceeded to kiss each of them on the head while laughing (for psychological purposes) and in the middle of all the blood and fear, Jethro placed a bow tied present and Jethro lit the fuse and left. Immediately gas sprayed from the box and made each man breathing in the gas began laughing historically, it was music to Jethro’s ear. As Jethro shut the door behind him he heard cry’s of agony as the men’s brains began to melt from the inside. Timed almost perfectly, Jethro, a safe distance away, turned just in time to see the building engulfed in flames and from the ashes green smoke rose in the shape of a cruel smile. Looking down at his bloody and tattered clothes, Jethro laughed and said, “Damn, I could sure use some new clothes. And with that and the loss of a friend, Gibbs gathered his gear from his room and headed off to find a witch he had once heard of.
His wife (the only person he has ever loved or cared for more than himself) was a magical Dragonborn sorceress who practiced forgotten draconic magic to enchant items. Gibbs heard of her abilities but underestimated both her power and beauty. Stellha’s essence soothed his twisted mind and her vulgar jokes was music to his ears. Oh and the sex was great! He really enjoyed the pain Dragonborn scales can do to human skin. Love at first site, they romantically celebrated their business transaction done completely in Draconic (He was obsessed with dragons as a child and heard many stories.) Having fallen for Gibbs, Stellah used an ancient family rune to powerfully enchant a detailed tattoo on his left middle finger. Containing concentrated dragon blood, the power of this enchantment is so strong 99.8% of every kind of existing magic in existence couldn’t unenchant her family spell. Gibbs was too distracted by the strong emotional connection with Stellah, it was something he had never experienced before... love. Before this he didn’t know what love actually was. He thought it was like every other bull shit emotion everyone always bitches about and has never really made sense to him. He didn’t realize that the tattoo turns LJG apparel into a clean Purple tailored suit. The “suit” has an endless amount of compartments making his armor have indefinite space (lbs limit of his carrying capacity) to store items that would commonly be carrying in a bag or on ones person. However, the only way he could get rid of this godly level of magic was to cover the whole tattoo with a black ring made out of unknown properties. When he wore the ring, he appeared normal in common gear. But when he removed the ring, his fancy purple suit appeared undamaged and unsoiled regardless of his actual condition. Gibbs began wearing this black ring on his wedding finger after the couple’s spontaneous wedding to one another. He became a different man who enjoyed the simple life running a small cattle farm and butcher stand living happily with his wife and a child along the way. When approached by the expanding local mob for protection money, a ghost from his past recognized Heath and insulted him and his wife for getting soft and settling. When Heath refused to pay a protection fee things got heated and his former acquaintance was caught off guard when he threw a right hook at Heath who gracefully brushed off and returned with three jolting fists to the face Heath found himself standing over the man with a sharp knife pressed against the mans teeth and cheek. Letting them off with a warning and pleasing his wife in doing so, the men ran away with tails between legs. A few weeks later, Heath returned home from a long day on the farm and stumbled upon his dead wife and baby, cut from her Whoom, the three men from before stood facing Gibbs with faces filled with fear and regret. Right before there eyes something in Gibbs’ mind snapped and he was again the beast that avenged his parents and brothers murder. His rage was didn’t come close to calming after he painfully made each man beg for their lives. He marched into the gangs estate and slaughtered each one of them more gruesome then the last. Using improvised weapons he painted the rooms with red. Having worked up a thirst, Gibbs walked into the kitchen and Frozen with fear, a little boy stared at the bloody figure in his kitchen in the middle of the night. Heath walked over to the boy and said “isn’t child birth a beautiful thing?” And with a large grin  tussled the boys hair with a bloody hand and laughed methodically as he left the house and his sanity behind.
LJG lost his sanity along with his sense of purpose in this world. He was plagued with horrible nightmares filled with constant images of his dead wife and daughter. He woke up every night drenched in sweat, screaming for his family and unable to fall back asleep. He felt guilty for what had happened to his family. He was spouse to protect them and he couldn’t. He could not escape his past life and his family paid the price. The nightmares took such a toll, LJG resisted falling asleep as much as he could. He developed insomnia and spent most nights in a dazed trance between sleeping and consciousness in order to handle the lack of sleep. This was not only troublesome for LJG but for the world... the psychological stress due to the lack of sleep and LJG’s psychological condition began twisting his sense of reality more and more each day. He became more impulsive and agitated. He tried many remedies both natural and magical, but nothing worked. One potion he took, forced his body to sleep but he still had the night terrors. He had to find a solution quick because this was becoming unbearable. LJG had learned of this woman in Nor Hardt who may be able to cure him of his dreams. He developed a plan to travel to this new continent and find a way to fix his problem.
In order to make his voyage, Jethro talked a whole community of wealthy aristocrats into committing treason and thievery to fund his voyage to Nor Hardt. He pulled the strings behind a wealthy man with a sexy daughter. At first he was in it for the laugh of making these bafoons comit crimes that will strip them of wealth and status which they held as most important. He then began seeing his partners daughter. She seemed like a ditzy pretty girl but damn she was crazy! Heath was into it but his plan took an unexpected turn and so he had to fish up sooner than he would have preferred. Having left no evidence of participating in the crimes and proof of his lack of knowledge one was committed, he convincingly left evidence that would draw the Kings attention. With his money packed away, he slack out of the house of his partner when he ran into Harley. She was crying and when she realized Heath was walking out he barely convinced he didn’t want to work with criminals. She shrieked with anger and as he walked down the road she screamed that they were in love and he couldn’t go anywhere she couldn’t find him. He paid her no heed and headed aboard a ship to a new world. There he would rid himself of his dreams and make an unforgettable impression on this new land he now calls home.
His code:
- The higher the risk, the lower his heart rate.
- Hungry for laughter even at his, but mostly at others expense.
- Everyone love the theatrics but the audience never has to see the star of the performance
- Don’t be caught in a corner always bring chaos to the mundane and wet towels
- Unable to properly experience emotions
- Me first, then those who I can use next (I guess I like em... if they’re useful) then everyone else can suffer at my expense
- Set a city on fire just to watch it burn.
- There’s no one he cant manipulate in his games, even if he’s the only one who sees it
- Keeps track of spites and supportiveness so he knows who to spare when the killing begins
- Wants to show the world what it’s like in his head... pure chaos
- Nothing in this life has order, chaos is/should be the foundation to life
- “My name is Jethro Gibbs. Very few are allowed to call me Leroy.”
- He has lost everything important to him, including his sanity
- Killing kids does nothing for him so he avoids it, but will not hesitate to use for personal ploys.
- He knows how to be a diplomat though it takes restraint
- Typically does not preform for anything but to get the job done... including making himself laugh
- Loves a good joke
- Skin so tough it’s as it it was made for pain
Goals:
- Rid his sleep of torturous dreams. He is an Insomniac that sometimes doesn’t sleep (instead enters a hallucinate) having terrible nightmares. Find the lady I was told could help me
- Destroy a city while riding on a fire breathing dragon
- Find a reason not to give up on humanity
- Build my own criminal empire or ruin someone else’s
- Own a revolver
- Figure out what the fuck is up with his mask and it’s used/origins
- Teach those who need to learn what it’s like to find your only loved ones gutted on your floor and when it was your fault
- If he finds a pet, go longer than a week without killing it... again
- Be quoted in the history books
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