Post by Javier LaBeaux - on leave on Jan 4, 2013 14:13:18 GMT -8
Name: Javier LaBeaux
POB: New Orleans
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Occupation: Houngan, VooDoo Priest
Owner, Studio 7
Other Half Of Me
Add Other Half Of Me
VooDoo:
The practice of Voodoo is probably as old as the African continent itself. Sometimes written Voudou, Vodou or Voudun, the word itself means God Creator or Great Spirit. It has been greatly distorted and misused; human sacrifices, vampires, dripping blood and devil worship all make the stuff of spooky novels and Hollywood movies. Yet none of these originated with or ever belonged to Voodoo.
Voodoo is a life affirming practice that encourages its participants to better understand the natural processes of life and their own spiritual natures.
If one looks at the dictionary, Voodoo is likely to be defined as an ancient religion from Africa that involves the cult of Ancestors, of various animistic spirits, and the use of trances to communicate with such spirits. It is true that Voodoo did originate in Africa. Today it is practiced by millions throughout the world, in Africa, the Caribbean, Central, North and South America, in various forms, often with elements of Catholicism mixed in. However, its main purpose remains as always to heal: to heal the individual in relationships within himself or herself, with others and ultimately with God.
Abilities:
VooDoo - spell casting, conjuring, communing
Mental Presence - resistance to manipulation
Weaknesses:
Human
Some spells, rituals will leave him drained.
Some People Never Listen:
The three stood in the lot outside the club in New Orleans. Javier stood calmly, watching Kale as he continued to bluster and rail at them for ... asking him to leave.
"You think I'm afraid of you? Big VooDoo man?" Kale leaned to the side and spat as he backed between the parked cars at the curb for the street.
"I would not do that if I were you." Javier spoke calmly, conversationally, as Alex looked between the two men.
"Oh, why?" Kale continued to back step as he spoke. "You gonna kick my ass? Cast a ...." The next sound was screaming rubber and a sickening thud as the trash truck slammed into Kale and sent him sailing as he stepped out from between the two vehicles into the street.
"I tried to tell him, he did not want to do that." Javier looked at Alex.
Alex returned the gaze, one brow rising. "You knew that was going to happen?"
Javier just tapped the side of his head with his index finger before taking another drag from that cigar. He then turned and started back for the door of the club. Half way there, he paused and looked back at Alex, noting the awestruck expression on the man's face. He laughed. "Louie is always late on his run, and speeds through here this time every week."