[h3][i][sub][u]Name[/u][/sub][/i][/h3]
[h3][sub][sub]Jaheim Jabulani[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[h3][i][sub][u]Appearance[/u][/sub][/i][/h3]
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[h3][sub][sub]Standing at 6’3 with a frame of 215lbs, Jaheim Jabulani is what most people would call a big man. Most of this weight, muscle and height in equal measures, came from the military training and diet. Bronzed ochre complexion spreads across his skin and highlights the sharpness of his grooming—thinly trimmed goatee on his face and a sponge-curled fade on top of his head. Jaheim takes personal hygiene and grooming very seriously due to the standards of the US military and because of his routine his skin is smooth and free of blemishes and his grooming is impeccable. Tattoos adorn his arms and back, identifiers from his active duty days and a rebellious answer to his parents’ desire for their son to be completely clean cut.[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[h3][i][sub][u]Age[/u][/sub][/i][/h3]
[h3][sub][sub]36[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[h3][i][sub][u]Gender[/u][/sub][/i][/h3]
[h3][sub][sub]Male[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[h3][i][sub][u]Nationality[/u][/sub][/i][/h3]
[h3][sub][sub]South African[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[h3][i][sub][u]Chaos Magic Ability[/u][/sub][/i][/h3]
[h3][sub][sub]Through the dual bonds of trauma and personal belief, Jaheim came to be able to harness the ability to summon weaponry. Once summoned, he is able to telepathically control said weaponry if he does not opt to grab hold of it and use it conventionally. These weapons are borne of both myth and legend and can be used in a variety of manners only subject to Jaheim’s whims. As a cost of harnessing Chaos Magic, Jaheim’s ability limits the number of weapons he is able to summon and control at one time. The greater the number, the more physical strain his body takes before vitality itself begins to be sapped from him. Summoning an army of weaponry may sound grand, but it would significantly shorten Jaheim’s lifespan and leave him in critical condition as well.[/sub][/sub][/h3] 
[h3][i][sub][u]History[/u][/sub][/i][/h3]
[h3][sub][sub]The beaches of Camps Bay in Cape Town, South Africa are where Jaheim Jabulani originally calls home. Born to a doctor mother and a military father, Jaheim’s life seemed destined for where it would end up. As a child, his home was all he could ask for. Situated in City Bowl about a half hour from the Bay, the Jabulani’s family home was tucked neatly between other apartment buildings and subject to the hustle and bustle of the city. It was the noise that Jaheim loved the most. Waking up to the sounds car honks, blended voices outside on the sidewalks, and public transportation really brought him to life. It evoked a vigor in him not dissimilar to the highs one gets from the gym when working out. But it was Camps Bay that really brought the kid out of him. His mother would take him every weekend to the beach so he could feel the sand between his toes and appreciate the clear blue waters. His father would join them when he could between tours and when they were all together, they had the best of times. Things changed when Jaheim turned six years old. 

The beginning of the demon invasion was the worst part of the entire ordeal. No one knew where or how the creatures came to be, only that there had been a massive explosion in the atmosphere visible from everywhere on Earth and from that explosion, monsters crawled through the holes left behind and began to viciously attack humanity. South Africa was invaded not long after the initial explosion. The creatures tore people apart and even as a child, Jaheim was subjected to seeing things he shouldn’t have seen at such an impressionable young age. Due to his father’s military connections, Jaheim and his family were able to secure a way out of South Africa fairly quickly and the Jabulanis emigrated to the United States that same year. As part of the deal however, Jaheim’s father’s military unit was loaned out to the US Marines and they were to conduct joint operations together. 

Every day became a horror. Jaheim would witness men, women, and even children torn apart on his way to school and he prayed for his father’s safety in the ongoing fight daily. By this time the angels had appeared and were helping humanity to destroy the beasts, but it was a slow going affair. There were protocols citizens had to follow in order to live somewhat normal lives and even with these adjustments, Jaheim always felt dangerously close to meeting the fate of any one of the unfortunate victims he’d seen in the past. He continued his education in the US school system, skipping a few grades here and there and dual enrolling in high school and college courses when the time came. Though he studied criminal law in school, he dedicated himself to physical training outside of it if only but to find a way to ignore the outside world for a few moments and pretend everything was still the way it had been. 

When the news finally came that his father would never return, Jaheim became broken. He was twenty seven and the world was shifting even more quickly than it had been at the onset of the invasion. The angels had taken twenty years to eradicate the demons, but they had now turned on humanity choosing to punish humankind for frivolously wasting their lives in needless wars over resources and power. It turned out that Jaheim’s father would survive hell itself and the demonic invasion only to be slain by the betrayal of the angels. Jaheim was broken, but he was also determined. He never went into the depression that threatened to consume him because the goal was clear. He needed to kill the angels, no matter what the cost. He enlisted in the US Army the next year and chose to become the tip of the spear, an infantryman. 

Jaheim was shipped all over the world during his tours of duty. He fought in South Korea, Afghanistan, Africa, China, Russia, and more, eager to go wherever they’d send him to fight back the angelic invasion and get revenge for the killing of his father. At age thirty three, Jaheim’s life took a different turn. As he was completing a tour of duty in Italy, he unknowingly uncovered a ring of believers hailing from The Vatican. The Vatican had been destroyed by this point in time, but their remnants still held out in parts of the country. It came to Jaheim’s attention that this ring of believers were helping the angels in exchange for sparing their lives and their eternal devotion. Jaheim was outraged. So outraged that he murdered each person in the ring in cold blood. 

Though he plead his case at his military tribunal, he was sentenced to a life in prison for killing human beings at a time when humanity was being slaughtered by supernatural forces. Jaheim had no choice but to accept his fate and serve out his sentence in a brand new experimental city called Seraph’s End. Three years later, Jaheim serves his sentence dutifully with the same sort of dedication he gave to the military when he was enlisted. There are rumblings that Seraph’s End will soon be hit by the invasion of angels, but as it stands it has not happened yet. The only things that occupy Jaheim’s mind are his mother who went back to South Africa after it was cleared of demons and somehow managed to survive the angelic onslaught thus far. His weekly calls to her are the only thing that keeps him going in a life where all he has to look forward to is his cell.[/sub][/sub][/h3]