(Old ref, the updated ref is here! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20989192/ )

How many times can I update Jared's ref whO KNOWS
either way, the art was lookin' crappy on his old one, so here we go!

Name: Jared Vincent Masters
Age: ??? (Died at age 26, hasn't aged since)
Species: Vulture type Harpy/Lich
Birthday: May 10th
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 320 lbs (Is somewhat chubby and despite having hollow bones, his wings weigh a ridiculous amount)
Occupation: Bartender, freelance necromancer
Relationships:
Boyfriend: Webster's reference 2015
Friends:

[Info on his "soul" ]
Basically the small black creature that lives inside of his eye socket/skull is a physical version of his soul. Whenever his body begins to become too rotted/foul, he's able to squirm out of the body and clamber into a new one, thereby making the new body "Jared". The creature is actually the "real" Jared so to speak, but whatever it's inside of becomes the main host to the necromatic parasite. The process of reforming the corpse to look more "jared-like" is a complex and lengthy procedure, and generally starts with Jared's soul burrowing into the eye cavity of the selected corpse and beginning to fill the body with necrotic goo to help preserve the body for longer before decomposition. The process also allows him to break down various chemical processes and reform the body to look more like himself, therefore no matter what the species the body may have been, it will always result in Jared's typical neon-orange harpy look. Once Jared's soul has either clambered out of the body or has been pulled out forcibly (generally by pulling on the tail that occasionally pokes out of the eye socket), the body will go back to decomposing regularly, though will not return to it's pre-Jared form.

Without a corpse to inhabit, Jared is very much at his weakest. In this form he can easily be killed and he is therefore extremely hesitant to ever leave the safety of a (relatively) warm body. He is unable to talk mostly due to the piles of magical goo that spill out of his mouth at all times, and is only able to communicate through soft distressed "blep" sounds. He is no longer able to fly in this form and is rather slow thanks to his cumbersome body shape. He has no natural defenses aside from attempting to bite encroaching fingers, but even that is somewhat dubious as a "defense".

The cut across his chest is always a standard feature, though it's more a portal to his own magic than anything else. Looking inside will not reveal any organs or blood or gore, simply black oozing magic with some red swirls here and there. Jared is technically capable of consuming souls of lesser creatures and storing them within the hole on his chest to use either for magical fuel or for lesser minions, though he rarely does this. (The purple thing wrapped around his left hand in the ref is a good example of his common summoned ghosts)


Misc fun facts:

~Has an extremely thick Southern accent. He's literally the perfect stereotype of a hick and he loves it.

~Absolutely loves playing the harmonica, and is fully aware of how annoying it is. The annoyance of others only encourages him more.

~He doesn't necessarily need to eat, but it helps power the magic which keeps him "alive"

~He thinks he's a lot cooler than he really is tbh.

~He adores fast food, and if given the opportunity, will eat it incessantly. The greasier the better, in his mind.

~He tends to fly almost everywhere, though when he has the chance, he'll drive around in his beloved rust-bucket of a truck.

~His original left hand was torn off and he has replaced it with the hand of the necromancer who brought him back, thereby giving himself the ability to use magic.

~Was killed by being shot in the head during a battle in the American Civil War and to this day is absolutely terrified of guns. Even waterguns, if pointed at him, will send him into a complete panic attack.

~His eyes glow in the dark, and occasionally he can schlurp the tail of his soul back into the socket so as to use his right eye as well, though his eyesight is rather dubious without his glasses.

~His right eye tends to ooze as a result of his soul constantly puking up necrotic goo. It's pretty gross tbh

~Has a phd in mathematics and is deceptively intelligent with that sort of thing.

~Probably as a result of eating nothing but fast food, he is rather chubby and overweight.

~He doesn't drink alcohol too often, but loves coming up with various creative alcoholic beverages.

~His back is entirely covered in feathers, from neck to the back of his legs, it's a solid sheet of poofy orange fluff. Unfortunately, this means moulting season is pretty much agony because it's just a pile of itch for a good week.

~He drank an entire bottle of extra virgin olive oil once. He says it was for a dare but it's far more likely he just decided to do it because he could, though he'd never admit he liked it. Strangely, the bottle his boyfriend keeps in his
kitchen for cooking often seems to be running empty more often than usual as well...

~His phone ring tone is Cotton Eyed Joe, and he is completely shameless.

~He's an intense patriot. He loves the USA and he will not hesitate to proclaim his love for it if he's in the mood. He proudly served in the American Civil War, though even he'll admit he fought for the wrong side and is rather ashamed of that fact.