Jean Robert Boisvenu [finished]

Real Name:  Jean Robert Boisvenu
Villain Name: Rotten Apple
Title: none
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Meta human
Hair: black and short
Eyes:Green
Height: 5'8
Weight: 150 lb
Blood type: O+






And now it's time to speak about JB. Why JB? Because the B stands for Bob. Yeah nickname of a nickname what a waste of time and energy. It's funny  we're mentionning it because it will allow us to speak about one of our rotten apple main trait, his cynism. Now for some people cynism is a way of showing that you don't care. But not in this case. Here it is more of a way to protect himself against the world, over his damned freaking sensitivity. Because when life is unfair, when god hates you... well it hurts. So you have to find a way to cope with it, show that it cannot hurt you, because if you show any weakness, you will be eaten alive. But when you don't know when to leave your guard down, then people see you as an insensitive jerk. And little by little,, you believe them, until one day, you just cannot afford the energy to care. But this is only one aspect.


Carpe diem is the other one. When you don't care anymore and when life dealt you a crappy set of cards. You don't really expect to follow the best road, in fact you don't expect to follow any roads, it's more of a waiting for the right opportunity, act upon it, get rich, spend everything in parties, women and good stuff, rinse and repeat. Except that this sex, drugs and rock n' roll kind of lifestyle is not really what he is striving for. So when he is not litterally drowning under such a hedonistic kind of life, he simply feels empty. But what else could fill his life? Better parties, more spices, more pills, and for that, nothing beats cold hard cash.

Until one day, it's too much or clearly not enough and suddenly, something become clears. It's not the fun, it's just not the same. At this time he leaves everything and moves to another country, no way he wil remain bound to such an empty way of life. Except that... it's not because you live in Tahiti that you're gonna find hapiness, nor in Cancun, Nagoya, Helsinki, Toulouse etc...

Now where does he find all this money, let's just say that he happens to be in the right place ( your house), in the right time (any time really), and it's not really a lawful way of life. Due to his background and what happened to his father, he despises the law and his representatives. But he is more of a low profile kind of guy. That's why he created Rotten Apple, to move suspicion away from him.


Life is unfair, god is unfair. How true is this? Does destiny truly exist, or is each event a consequence of what was done earlier, not by us only but by each individual. However there is some things we cannot control. Where and when you are born, who are your parents. Depending of that, you might live with every wish granted before even thinking about it. Or you can be fight each day to get what you want not even sure that you will make it tomorrow. So how about a junkie mother dead by giving birth to you in Montréal and a thug, sorry a father who works differents "jobs" just so you still find something in your plate.

What's funny when living this kind of life, is how much family you can find around you. Not blood related mind you, but when daddy breaks a leg, someone has to take care of you. And what about the nights when you sleep alone because daddy is at work and might not come back. Then you grow up enough to play in the streets. You learn curse words, you sell products, smoke, matches, chewing gum, help peoples wallet to be free. You learn the tools of the trade. And you run away from cops and Child Protection Agency.

And then one day, you find yourself at school. Do the time and get the dime they say. Well you tried but with the smell, the noise at night, the frequent investigations on the old man and the need to move from one hideout to another, well try and study when your stuff is lost or stolen. Anyway, people will tell you that anything is possible if you really want it. Herein lies the crux of the matter, why so much effort when you can earn what you 'd make in a month in only a day. By non conventional means sure, but we are in a eat or be eaten world. How is it fair that it's always the same who get whatever they want. Of course Society and by Society, we mean school doesn't approve. Well no skin of your back, you are used to be judged by grown ups. But you can't say the same for your classmates. And they don't say it in front of you, but you can feel their whispers, you know you're the butt of theit jokes. Nothing makes sense anymore. And it hurts, gawd it hurts. But you won't give them this pleasure. You play it tough and make them fear to  rub you the wrong way. You earn the title bully, of your class and then of the school. You get a little bit of reputation. This will really serves you later.

Except that your old man, well what was he expecting really, apple don't fall far from the trees. He wanted you to become some upstanding citizen, but upstanding citizen didn't live exciting lives, they couldn't get a whole load of cash if they weren't lucky, they would never ever know the weight of a gun in their hand, even cops were corrupt. Soon your time would come, you just had to tough it up. What was the problem with him anyway, it was his fault you were like this.

So home was toxic and school was hell. At last there was still the street. Do the time, make the time, earn a reputation, show you would be a great asset to whomever would hire you. Oh let's be real, it will take years before you can prove yourself. life was clearly unfair. And there was this girl Samantha Hobson. God she had everything, first hand clothes, home  made lunch, both parents, she was living in a freaking mansion, she threw the best parties, with cakes you know, and she was driven by her mother or her father, each with their own car, she also happened to be the top of her class, god you would hate and her freaking condescending tone when speaking about it not being your fault for being born this way. God the need to cave her face in has never been so strong. But you don't hit girls and yadda, yadda. Some acts are just to harmful to your reputation. So it was one of these teddious day when you had it really rough, and suddenly the need to change  parents went sky high. How did you know how to effectively do the switch. It cannot be explained, one instant you hated this girl, the next one... she was your sister.

How can you explain it, you had it all, a big house, your own room, your own desk, a comfy bed, food made by the gods themselves, caring parents, a freaking mother that kissed you goodnight! There was only one setback, you were a girl... but truth being told, who would care with so many advantages? Except, well there was the old man, he would be worried sick if you were gone too long.
Turn out he didn't even know about your absence. Well it wasn't really his fault but you would learn it later. What you learnt, is that the home made lunch followed you home.

Well here was your chance, no more envying other, you could sleep in a bed, go skiing, surfing, travel to disneyworld, or just sometimes just chillax outta this toxic home. Just... why did you have to be a girl, and never the same one. At last the old man still had his wife, you know you not being born she could still survive. So yeah, you were kind of a monster for letting her die and die again. But he didn't remember any of this. Plus staying someone daughter too long was affecting your mind, your sense of self. Well no one was here to explain to you how dangerous it was to play with reality. And there were just so many benefits. That's why it happened...

It was in High School. Yeah High School do you believe it? Normally you would have dropped out during middle school. But suddenly your grades got waaaay better. They knew there was a catch. But they couldn't catch you. Let's just say that during the exam period, one little girl was very busy. Plus you made your old man proud of you. So there was this car you wanted to buy, you were of age after all. And your last trip made you the proud owner of a Ming vase. You would go to the pawn shop then the car would be yours. But it was quite late so you hid it under the couch that served as your bed.

3 in the morning police search, they are looking for drugs, weapons, nothing new, they won't find any. Dad is smarter than that. They didn't, they found the vase. He was sentenced 5 years for theft... how freaking ironic! Then you had to deal with Child Protection Agency, well it was funny when it lasted. Let's move to another country. Find tourists and zap. Bonjour la France!

There you took all the cash  you could carry, and took an hotel room. Later after some trips, you had quite an high amount so you rented a place and bought fake ids. When you come from  these, you know where to find them. However, your chaotic way of life, parties until you drop, rave and so on brought suspicion about you, the stranger without a cent to their name, spending like crazy. That's why you had to create the rotten apple. This thief that use the mall to tell you in a childish scribble. " I owe something precious to your eye. Rotten apple."



1. Reaction
2. Agility
3. Endurance
4. Strength





Reality Augmentation: JB has the ability to pull children from alternate realities and become them. He targets wealthy families and inserts himself as their would-be daughter at an innocent age of 7-9 years old. Those children are usually healthy, but sometimes ailments become them depending on circumstances regarding the family he targets. He is able to swap realities with this child, and in doing so, his own personification as Jean Robert Boisvenu is wiped from current reality; not a trace remains of his existence. He uses this power to keep his identity hidden, while also maintaining a luxurious lifestyle. Childhood was not very kind to him, and he intends on living a good one; one child at a time.




Weakness 1: If JB's power is revealed in anyway to someone, they will remember JB during the switch. However if their counterpart met the daughter, they will also remember her during and after the switch.

Weakness 2: Any person that can augment reality, or see into the future, can see JB's true form during the switch.

Weakness 3: While JB has great power to augment reality, he is merely just a human at best. While he is personifying as a child, he is limited to the strengths of that child becomes.







JB speaks with a canadian accent.
Also more for a rp point of view, if a PC meet the daughter or JB, they will remember them.

This one is permission based, if a PC becomes a parent, they will remember the daughter and  forget JB except if they know of his power. However, once the switch is over they will remember the daughter.

Having a child can be life changing, it's possible that JB's target lived a completely different life and doesn't own what he was looking for.



Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom. Music everywhere and just you know thefeeling that everything is okay. This usually happens after the 5th or 7th scotch. Why do they name it scotch anyway, is it because it fixes you good, like some good duct tape. Why remember who you are supposed to be, why think that tomorrow morning you will wake up with the mother of all hangover. Anyway hold your liquor, don't make a mess on the dancefloor. Hah no kidding, you could certainly chug double the amount before feeling faint. The pills didn't help either. Come on! What's a good party without a little boost. Oh yeah! You could dance to this beat all night long. Not sure if it was the drum or your heart beating in your eardrum.

And look at the tasty morsel that just came here, she was looking for some fun. Innocent fun, probably not. If the way she was moving her body was any indication. Good, you were also looking for this kind of fun. Bom bom bom. Your two bodies were oscillating around each other while you were keeping eye contact. Sometimes the  eyes can say more than any sentences, which was good, because right now your tongue was like lead in your mouth. And slurring incoherently might have been a bit of a kill joy. But what she was telling you with those eyes. Weren't you hungry! She giggled and started getting closer. Her contact electrifying you. And it was going to be even hotter.

Well it should have been, instead smoke was filling the room and it brought tears in your eyes. There were voices all around you scream and shadows. And you, you could only cough and cry. You needed air ASAP. But then before you could even move, you felt something ram into you and screaming orders before handcuffing you. Then you were roughly pushed until you felt fresh air. It was almost a relief. The red and blue flashing light kind of gave away what your fate was gonna be. Fan freaking tastic.

Well you weren't really ready to pass the night in the slammer. Still there was no other choice but to follow these gentlemen in the car. You don't have to wait long before the engine ignite. Even if you are out there is still this drum. Now the car is going, you fell so light. Damned this was gonna be such a great party!

They are speaking without caring about you, wEll these vehicles were designed to not let people in the back leave them. Plus, bulletproof glass between the front and the rear. Well you didn't have a gun with you. Now it was just the right time.

ZAP

-Hey are you listening to me.

-Sorry daddy I feel a little tired.

-I can understand, Lisa's mother told me you girls had quite the party.

You nod a bit. The strange taste of booze was replaced by something more sugary and somehow the high you were feeling was replaced by drowsiness. You were sitting in the back and were feeling a weight on your head. By examining it, it was a plastic tiara but sooo sparkly. And you also were wearing the cutest pink dress with pretty sparkling glitters. Next to you a big fluffy toy bear. You lie on it.

-Daddy I wanna go hooome?

You can't restrain yourself from yawning and you try to be comfortable with this plushie.

-Sleep honey! I'll wake you up when we're there.

-Well gordon, luckily we won't have to stop this Rave party at Gilmore street.

-Well I did promise her mother that I would bring her home after the party. What's wrong with young people this day!

-Hope she will never end like them!

-Marisa! Heaven no! Look at her, we raised her well! No way she will end like them!

With a smile you finally left yourself drift away, lulled by the engine purring and the voices of the adult.