Jack

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Original Character Application
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Player Name: James
Time Zone:

= Physical Traits =
Name: Jack
Age: 10051
Grade Level: Teacher
Height: 6'
Weight: 230 lbs
Body Type: Wall
Eye Color: Red/Black
Hair color: Black

= Personality =
Likes: Learning anything he doesn't already know, helping others understand things.
Dislikes: Indecisiveness.
Kinks: You'll have to find out.
Fears: None
Favorite Foods: Anything spicy, or something he can improve by adding ketchup.
Favorite Music: Metal.
Hobbies:
Academic Speciality: Occult Arts, Demonology/Mythology.

= History =

Jack was born in the year 2005. He lead an uneventful childhood, going through school was a breeze, he had a small amount of friends, and generally kept to himself usually. He had his odd quirks, he was always attuned to what people thought of him, and whenever he got himself hurt from usual kid stuff he healed surprisingly fast. None of this really came into focus until he was nineteen. But now for the history of the world he was in. Mankind's thirst for war was increasing, with many countries vying for control of the world's various fossil fuels, which were running out, and fast. Pretty soon it got to the point where people were fighting in the streets for a gallon of gasoline. During this chaos, the formal governments of the world lost much of their power, and rapidly dissolved. From these skeletons of the once-great countries of the world, groups of militias started popping up all over the six inhabited continents, immediately seizing control over what little fossil fuels remained, killing anyone who stood in their way, if it was easy enough. Jack joined one of these groups out of need and convenience, though refusing to kill anyone. Once the militia groups had staked their claims over their resources, they quickly went to war with each other, obviously not satisfied with what they got. The group Jack was in forced him to start fighting, and he had to do so or die. Jack's militia won the most skirmishes, and rocketed to the top, eventually controlling more than the entire territory of what once was the continental United States of America. Despite their best efforts employed to ration their fuel though, the last remaining amount of fossil fuel in the world was completely gone within a week of them coming into power. This sent much of humanity's technological achievements into a plummeting downspiral. Factories no longer manufactured goods. Most everything electronic was rendered useless, though some items remained accessible as they ran on solar energy, yet this was hardly as efficient as oil. Then total and complete chaos broke out. A true mass panic broke out that it was the real end of the world, and the general population killed itself and others out of fear. Five and a half billion people died in one night, either killed by others or by themselves. This later came to be known as the Night of the Drop, since the world population dropped like a rock. All of this happened over the course of fifteen years. During that time, Jack had been shot, stabbed, thrown off of a cliff, hit by one of the few remaining cars while they were still running, and had taken just about most of any physical abuse you could think of, yet somehow, he survived it all. He was now 34, yet his body was........ frozen, at the physical age of twenty-one. He'd also noticed many oddities occurr while he was in the top militia, the biggest one of them all was that he was the reason for the militia's success. He'd been able to track and predict enemy movements before a battle, and he practically knew exactly what the enemy would do -during- the battle, when the chaos was at an apex. He also noticed that when confronted in close-quarters combat that enemies seemed to break beneath his might like twigs. But there was one thing that happened that terrified him, and it happened during the Night of the Drop. See, Jack had found love in the middle of his militia's war, love of a woman named Jane. On the Night of the Drop, Jack headed to Jane's place of residence to give her news of a place they could go to escape the chaos, and he was leaving the militia. But when he got there, Jane's place was on fire. Jane was on the ground not far from the burning building, and she was being beaten to death by a group of ten people in a circle around her, the group consisting of men, women, and children all completely consumed by the fear of total chaos. Jack's mind was nearly broken by this, and he quickly went into a rage. This rage was unlike anything he had ever felt before, though. Before he knew what was happening, he was surrounded by a massive heat, and blacked out. When he woke up, it was the next day, he discovered a tattoo on the palm of his hand, and he was surrounded by bodies, torn and barely recognizable as human. He wandered around a bit, searching for any signs of life, when he nearly stumbled on the limp body of Jane. As he dropped to his knees in a combination of horror and shock, she stirred, but just a little, a few sounds coming from her. Jack leaned over her to catch what she was saying, and it was: "You saved me.......but where did you go?" After that, her body gave out from the results of the beating.

Fast forward one year: Jack had been wandering the earth ever since that day Jane died, trying to kill himself various ways, starvation, dehydration, hanging, drowning, plunging various objects into his heart, but none of it worked. He hated himself for what had happened. The world was still in chaos, but it was nowhere near the horror of that night. While Jack was wandering in the city that was once his hometown, Pittsburgh, he came across a group of men, all surrounding a teenager, starting to beat her. This was so similar to what happened to Jane that Jack went into the rage again, but this time he remained lucid. He shot up two feet in height, his skin rippled once, twice, three times and his skin turned midnight black, while the muscles underneath seemingly inflated at an alarming rate. There was an enormous pain across his back as impossibly massive wings sprouted, much like a plant but in a fastforward speed. His skeleton contorted, shifting and crawling, accompanied by loud popping noises as his bones re-aligned themselves and grew to a larger form. Jack's fingers seemed to lengthen, but once they were finished changing he saw that he had grown claws, long, strong, and deadly sharp. Jack finished transforming, and he understood what happened on the Night of the Drop. But the current situation took over before he thought too much of what happened on that terrible night the year before. He quickly rushed into the fray of the men who were beating the girl. Within thirty seconds, he had ripped nine men apart with his new, bare hands. As he calmed down he stood up from the crouched position that he had taken during the carnage, but felt something was wrong. He couldn't change back. As he realized this, the girl put her hand on his arm, attempting to get his attention. Jack turned to look at her, but involuntarily shied away as he saw her injuries. Bruised, battered, and with a ragged look to her, the girl introduced herself as Janice, and thanked him. Jack found his voice, silently thankful that he could control himself, and questioned Janice on how she was so calm next to a monster. "You saved me. That's good enough reason to trust you," Janice said, as her body shifted into a more relaxed position. Jack then inquired about her situation. Janice's parents were killed on the Night of the Drop, when she was at the age of eighteen. She'd survived with a group of scavengers since then, but got seperated from them a week prior. Then she'd wandered until the group Jack had saved her from found her. Jack knew the rest. After she told him about herself she asked for a place to stay. "I don't have a place. But I'll make one," Jack said, promising to protect her.

Fast forward ten years: Jack was forty-five now, though his body was still stuck at the age of twenty-one. Janice was twenty-nine, and aging normally. The chaos of the world has not calmed much. Increasing raids from bands of desperate scavengers resulted in bloodshed, though mostly on a thankfully small scale. But it got to the point where Jack was relying more and more on his ability to read minds to protect himself and Janice, so much that it became too much. Jack took things into his own hands, and using his experience from his militia days, rallied up people who were willing to protect themselves. Jack didn't take place as a leader, though, he found a man better suited for that, a man only known as Braun. Braun and Jack began a long, and grueling campaign to re-take the lands of the world and make them safe again. Since all of the factories from the days before the Night of the Drop were inoperable, they started forging raw materials themselves, and resorted to making swords standard-issue as weapons, and plate-armor to fit in clothing. While Janice didn't immediately approve of Jack's sudden need to fix the chaotic world they were in, she understood that the ends justified the means, and soon took up arms in the militia to join Jack. Jack found no problem with this, he just saw it as another way to take on his responsibility to protect her. With Braun as an excellent leader, and Jack taking to the battlefield with ease once again, the militia soon spread its influence across the globe, acquiring new members who would fight for peace as much as they would. On and off the battlefield, Jack would practice to control his transformation as much as he could, and his transformation's figure soon became the symbol of his militia, signaling how far its members were willing to go in order to make the world safe again. After another five years, the entire globe was finally at peace, and humankind once again started up on the path of technology and science.

Fast forward......Ten. Thousand. Years.: Humankind progressed, however slowly, and eventually surpassed the abilities of the technology that once was widespread all over the world. The militia Jack built from the ground up is still keeping the peace, though it doesn't run the world, on command from Jack's philosophy (It takes a businessman to run the word properly, a military ruling through fear is destined to be overthrown by the people). It had eventually become known as the Continental Militia, and throughout its extistence, Jack had made sure to not allow advanced projectile weapons (Guns) to be used or even made. Jack is still alive, still stuck at the physical age of twenty-one, though Janice died long ago, happy, as an old woman. Jack has since then continued to help humankind, forever inspired by Janice as an example. He has allowed scientists to study him in the hopes of bettering the human condition, though they're completely baffled about the entirety of his existence. Jack is no longer an active member in his militia, but he's relied heavily upon as an advisor, and not just because of his mind-reading abilities. The skeleton of Jack's weapon during the original fighting for peace was saved, and an entirely new one was forged using the strongest materials remaining on Earth, but using the same design, which Jack wears strapped to his back at all times. Within the past few hundred years Jack has steadily been working on unlocking other abilities from his mind, most notably a very strong control over electricity, and setting up a mental lock on his Behemoth form, seeing as he has no use for it. Recently he has been contacted by someone with a job offer, something in a field he hasn't considered deeply before.

= Special Abilities =

*Telepathy(Purposely lowered to surface/projected thoughts)

*Electrokinesis

*Regeneration

*Transformation(Blocked)

*Swordsmanship

*Hand to Hand

= Talents and Skills =

Helping others understand a concept, catching onto what someone else will miss normally.

= Notable Items =

Ripper: A thankfully barely used sword that he keeps for sentimental reasons and as a reminder of his past.

Black Lab Coat