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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Corinthi" data-source="post: 1309280" data-attributes="member: 8272">Jeremiah 'Twizzle' GreenJeremiah 'Sir Twizzle' Green     Vampires are ancient, mysterious creatures both graceful and captivating. Well... /most/ vampires anyway.     Jeremiah is a novelty amoung vampires. He wasn't turned as a result of some bizzarre infatuation. His family didn't die as a result of the Vampire/Lycan war, leaving him a tragic survivor dedicated to the eradication of Lycan everywhere. He's not particularly handsome and his sire isn't particularly fond of him. Jeremiah was born of nessecity.     Jeremiah was a born cipher, a mathematical genuis who's birth predated the digital age, but you'd never have known it. In the late 60s, early 70s, Jeremiah was a teenaged phone phreak and electronic punk. His skills were downright legendary amoung the right circle of people, and by age 14 he was on Ma Bell's most wanted list and the NSA had him flagged as someone who was /going/ to come work for them, just as soon as he was a bit more seasoned. Two main things kept Jeremiah out of prison. First, he was not a malicious sort, his stunts were rarely more than embarassing and inconveniencing. He didn't try to steal money or cause property damage, he didn't even espouse a political message. Second, Ma Bell never caught him. The phone company would have been happy to have Jeremiah's blood... of course, that wasn't too be.     The NSA approached Jeremiah at age 17 and told him that they'd be happy to put him through school and give him a cushy government job safeguarding American, or they could unhappily arrest him and do everything in thier power to ensure he never saw the light of day, or the outside of his cell, for that matter. So, Jeremiah attended MIT with a substantial government scholarship.     Despite the hefty scholarship and promise of a cushy job, Jeremiah was unhappy and felt trapped. He never wanted to be a stuffed shirt, toiling away in some field of cubicles. And he /certainly/ didn't want to work for the man, heck, what sort of rep could he make there? Of course, worry about the future doesn't stop a man from enjoying the now. Jeremiah continued his phreaking ways and even ran a popular late night radio shift for the campus station.      Despite being fairly popular amoung the technophiles and being and entertaining on air personality, Jeremiah was not particularly socially adept. His few, fumbling sexual experiences had been clumsy and akward culminations of long distance relationships with female phreaks. He just didn't know how to interface with a living, breathing woman. Imagine his surprise and fascination when a woman began calling his radio show, her voice breathy, full of forbidden promise. Thier talks were teasing, enticing. Her skill at flirting was completely unmatched by anything in Jeremiah's limited experience. She had him panting for her from hello. It took almost a full semester, but he finally worked up the courage to ask her out for coffee after his shift ended.     Jeremiah's body was found in an alley behind the coffee house. His pants were around his ankles and his throat had been slit. Rats had even begun to gnaw at the side of his throat. A classic case of a john killed by his streetwalker.      After about a month in the earth, his new family came to claim him. The first two years were the hardest. Jeremiah had an extremely hard time accepting everything that happened, including his new nature. Thankfully, he was not conscious for his own internment, for the experience likely would have driven him fully insane. He became depressed, despondent, maybe even a little delusional, but his coven merely waited patiently, enticing him with new techno baubles and infuriating him by questioning thier appraisal of his skills. Of course, as well all know, you can't keep a good lick down.     Jeremiah eventually came around and began working and playing again. Although uncomfortable with his .. situation, he's largely accepted it as just something that happens. At least working with the coven is challenging and exciting. Silly licks don't seem to have a clue about tech. Some of them still wear cloaks for god's sake. But they all want cell phones. They all want instant messaging. They all want unbreakable security with all they do. They want traces and information and all manner of things that they need Jeremiah to provide. And with all the time in the world, Jeremiah was free to pursue his own interests. He watched the development of the information superhighway with wonder, even nudging it along from time to time. He's made more money than he could ever spend with canny investments into the digital frontier. He even owns a small handful of patents.     Jeremiah's current internet handle is Sir Twizzle, although that's due for a change next year. He regularly reinvents himself on the internet, just to avoid too much notice. Legions of admiring fans is all well and good, but they can be a real pain in the bottom when simply opening a window during the wrong time of day can cause one's face to spontaneously combust.</blockquote>

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