One of the first things people tend to think when they look upon the androgenous face of Jarrod is, "Damn, that guy looks like Death Warmed Over." And at this point that description would surely fit. He's thin as a rail and his cheeks have slightly hollowed. Those dark circles under his intense hazel eyes is not makeup. He's not exactly to the point of sickly looking, but neither is he looking very healthy. There's an air about him that is heavy, weighing him down. A Burden on his demenor. As if his clothes were a drag even though he's hardly wearing anything so hefty. Black pants, Steel toed Shit kickers, form fitting long sleeved black shirt and a black coat adorned in subtle patterns. Traveling upward to his face, those androgenous features hold the expression of a sardonic statuesque smirk. A sepulchre smile, stained red with wine. Hazel eyes gazing out from his feature's shadows, whispering of some dark secret. There's an undaunted strength of will there that won't be subdued nomatter how much he's ailing. He has an insatiable personallity and it shows in nearly every gesture and movements. From the unconcious quivering of his slim tapered hands adorned with wide, flat, silver rings; to the defiant toss of his rich, shoulder-length waves of Auburn hair. There's a tangible sense of discontent following him. It's hard for the mortal to remain in his presence without feeling a sense of dread. There's just something about him that promises to be fatal. (Baleful Aura Flaw)
 

Presently Jarrod is the Representative at the Infinity Chantry. He used to be the highest ranked Thanotic in magic next to his Mentor Rego, but a combination of Quiet and Anti-Seeking have set him back a ways. He is still powerful and serving as an Acarya, or Mentor, to those who need more skill practice. His door is always open to those that want to learn anything from Magic to Languages to Lore, but only if you can take scathing critisism and his personal brand of snarky humor. His first test is always of your patience.

Of the Chantry at large, Jarrod is concidered the one most knowledgable about Vampires, Wraiths, Black Spirals and Torture. No one has yet dared to ask how. The most notable thing about Jarrod is his Baleful Aura (flaw). Like many of his Tradition, the residue of Entropy and Death is carried in his spirit. Unlike most Thanotics, this Jhor is readily felt just standing near him. His resonance is strong and 'tainted' with this presence at all times. There's no mistaking Jarrod's signature on any of his magical works. The presence he projects itself is chilling, like a cold breeze of winter, or that spine-tingling, skin-crawling feeling of insects on one's person. It's unwelcome and hard for most to endure his touch and proximity for long. Some people have overcome this instinctual dread his company brings, but for Sleepers and the mundane world, Jarrod is unable to interact without causing some sort of fear. Animals and small children are especially sensative and react badly to him. Crowds and closed in places such as public transportation must be avoided at all costs.

For this reason Jarrod has few friends. He leads a very secluded life with as little dealings with the Sleeping populous as possible. His Jhor levels may fluctuate from time to time, increasing and lessening with the pressures and pleasures of life. But it will never leave him completely, nor can it be hidden. His height, his pale sickly sunless pallor, his disquieting gaze and black clothing, they all paint a very dark picture that goes beyond a 'goth' label. Jarrod may never pass for a normal human in society.