Jarred "ThrashBox" LeBeau

=• Origins •= Jarred grew up in and around the French Quarter of New Orleans, Born to a Cajun couple who's families date back to the 18th Century there, he had a fairly normal childhood until he reached his early teens. Always interested in Music and Politics, he was destined to form a political punk band, and did just that when he was 19 years old (See "Pickman's Model" below). Growing up a 'Quarter Rat' gave Jarred insight into people's behavior, their wants and needs, and people's true natures. He saw alcoholics slowly destroying themselves nightly on Bourbon Street, along with promiscuous young women showing their bodies off or more for easy money, and the sleazy business owners who exploited them all for personal gain. This bothered him and was the catalyst for writing some of his band's more noted songs.

When he was 17 he began performing on a corner of Frenchman Street for money, reciting his unique style of spoken-word poetry and music. Occasionally a local venue would book him for a performance, and he developed a small bit of notoriety in the local scene. More regular shows followed and his fans grew in numbers, and he was now able to make a decent living doing what he enjoyed. Set on maintaining this, Jarred decided to form a band, as the prospect of making music professionally as well as collaboratively excited him. He made an effort to meet other local musicians who shared a similar style to his and formed "Pickman's Model" when he was 19.

=• Pickman's Model - "The Early Years" •= Forming the Punk band Pickman's Model, ironically named after an old Horror story, Jarred found an outlet for his thoughts and feelings on people and the World in-general. Along with the other members of the band, Jarred began to expand his mind with the help of Hallucinogenic Drugs, claiming that he always saw the World differently and these simply brought that vision more into focus. The band would travel heavily for the next seven years, and release 6 albums in total. The most popular being their third album "Thistopia" the first recording to feature their new synthesizer player, Eric Zann. It was here that Pickman's Model swayed from a more political and socially orientated style, to a darker philosophical one, touching on the more hidden factors that drive and shape people and the world.

Almost always on the road, the band preferred the nomadic lifestyle, and rarely stayed long in any one place. If they did linger somewhere it was to record new tracks or take a short break to rest, but it was always Jarred who herded them back onto the bus and back on tour. Despite the constant touring, the band remained good friends, and rarely bickered more than what one would expect from the average family.




 * Jarred LeBeau - Lead Vocals / Bass Guitar
 * Sarah 'Siren' Poydras - Lead Guitar
 * Eric Zann - Synthesizer / Effects
 * Micky O'Shea - Drums

=• In the Pit •= During many of their shows, Jarred would often toss his bass guitar aside and jump from the stage and into the Mosh Pit, continuing his singing from there as he danced with the crowd. It was here that he discovered the fighting style "Thrash Boxing" which stemmed from the basics of "Slam Dancing". Often compared to Brazilian "Capoeira" in the fact that both utilize Dance and Music to form technique, Thrash Boxing is far more aggressive and less disciplined than it's Afro-Brazilian relative. It utilizes the body as a whole as a weapon, focusing on strikes, kicks, and misleading movements to hit unexpectedly from various angles, and encourages adaption and improvisation. Years of nightly forays into the Pit honed his abilities in this area, toughening him up as well as perfecting his style and technique. He could easily knock out several people if he chose, or perform a wildly agile demonstration of dancing without barely touching a single person.

=• The Tragic Final Show of Pickman's Model •= After seven years of creating and tuning their musical style, Jarred had cemented himself as an Underground Icon in the Punk Scene and Pickman's Model was performing to much larger crowds across the Country. Their sound turning into more of a noise-based Industrial, was largely due to Eric Zann their Synthesizer and effects man. Zann had grown increasingly darker in his time with the band and was fond of mixing odd sounds and recordings into the background of their songs. At one such show at Club Derlath in Arkham, Massachusetts he cued up an old recording he had found there labeled simply "Ritual of Black Goat Young" that featured eerie mystical chanting of an unknown origin. As the band pounded through the song, faintly in the background could be heard, "Ever their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young" repeating over and over again.

The band, focused on their performance, failed to notice at first as the crowd stirred in slight panic, then turned to shear terror as the floor beneath them turned to mush and began to suck them in. The screams and pleas of the crowd were numerous as they fought and clawed to save themselves from being dragged under by the ooze, but none were heard at all once it had consumed them fully. Before the band could flee the stage, several slimy appendages shot forth from the goo and grasped at the people on the outer edge of the venue that had not been pulled down already, dragging them in as well. One tentacle crashed through the drum kit, sending the symbols clanging to the floor, and wrapped itself around the neck of their Drummer, Micky, yanking him violently into the muck.



The chaos that followed was too confusing to recall, as the remaining members of Pickman's Model fled for their lives, their very sanity. Authorities were unable to explain what had happened and the official story was that the Club's floor collapsed due to exceeding the capacity limits, despite no bodies ever being recovered. The band was in shock and went their separate ways. Three days later their Guitarist, Sarah, slit her wrists in a bathtub, unable to make sense of or cope with what happened. After going over the events in his head dozens of times, Jarred blamed Eric for the nightmarish occurrences, as well as the deaths of his other band-mates, and the two haven't spoken since.

=• The Years Following •=

For the first time ever, Jarred had no idea what to do with his life, his band was gone, and so was the idea that the world still made sense to him. His mind, struggling to understand what happened and why, could not be silenced. As such Jarred turned to drugs and alcohol to quiet it, unable to fall asleep any other way. In his sober moments he read anything he could get his hands on regarding the supernatural, and began to investigate other cases of strange occurrences. Travelling the country on his custom Harley, he tracked down witnesses and survivors and anyone who had claimed to have crossed into the bizarre and insane. Most turned out to be a waste of time, sad pathetic people just craving some attention. But some where not, and these few poor souls had crossed paths with something they shouldn't, something older than their minds could handle, something evil, and they would never be the same because of it. Jarred knew what this was like, as he too had gone through it, and he was no exception, it had changed him as well.

As his involvement in the Paranormal went on, he began to notice the changes more and more. "Things" happening that shouldn't be possible, things he could do, actually will them to happen, and they'd happen. The best way he could describe it, is to say he can 'influence the odds' of a situation (Chaos Magic). It takes some focus, but it started to come a bit easier to him after the first few years, and he taught himself how to utilize it in risky situations. Learning how to use it was only part of his ambitions though, and he began to study texts and tomes of similar magics, such as HooDoo, VooDoo, Discordianism, and even Chaos Theory Mathematics. His goal now was to amplify it, to increase the possibilities further and further, until he could turn even a hopeless situation into a fighting chance. Because of this, he began researching and hunting down relics and trinkets he believed linked in to this power inside of him. He prizes them all, but none more than a gris-gris bag he obtained from a three-hundred year old Voodoo Priestess about a year ago.

Ties to the Illuminati
''"When I was just a little boy, standin to my Daddy's knee. My Papa said 'Son, don't let the Man getcha, an do what he done to me.' Cause he'll getcha..." -CCR''

Jarred is unaware that the Illuminati have a vested interest in him, and as of yet remains unsure they even exist at all. The shadowy organization has utilized his talents on occasion though, but never directly, and Jarred believed he was working for a private party each time.

Despite his ignorance, he has come through on each task he's been hired for, and performed exceptionally. Rarely hired by the same disguised Illuminati Agent twice, they've managed to manipulate him successfully into acquiring four relics of interest and substantial value for them, along with several bits of information. Because of this, his worth has become greater than that of the patsies they send to set him on his tasks. Yet until they believe a more forthcoming relationship is needed, they continue to remain obfuscated on his radar, and pull the strings as they so often do.

=• Present Day •=

Obsessed with never being caught by surprise by what lay slumbering in the darkness again, Jarred now seeks it out where it seeps through. He does this not for money or glory, but to know what it is and how to kill it, before it comes for him.

=• Case Files •=

File #028