Jack "Jackal" Webster ●

["Jackal" Webster]

Name: Jeremy Jack Webster - Swears his name is Jackal though Age: 23 Gender: Male Sexuality: Demisexual Faction: Criminal Occupation: Amateur Mechanic Playby: XIOLIN SHOWDOWN, jack spicer Traits Positive Observant Curious Open Minded Eager to Learn Logical Playful Actor Negative Crude Sadistic Easily angered Socially Awkward Cynical Paranoid Sarcastic History - While his legal name may be Jeremy James Walker, the legal fees that came afterwards would make sure his legal name was Jack Webster- going by Jackal most of the time. However back at birth, Jeremy was a child that many expected great hopes out of. Forced to listen to Mozart in the womb, given rather highly experimental drugs to increase his mental capacity because his parents were quite honestly psychotic- he was so called 'doomed' from the start. When he was born- everything was white- and everything would continue to be white for years. He would sit in a room as the adults talked about how this prodigy was sent from their creator and some long rambling cultish like thing that would follow him for many years. He did not have a mother and father- he had a human incubator and was told to call everyone his mother or father. One might think a 'village raising a child' would have a rather good effect- if they weren't crazy. His parents were in a cult that he still rarely remembers the name to. It went as a perfect if not sterile life for many years. When he was eight however- these tests and these people were shocked to find that their prodigy did have a tumor in his brain. Causing mass hallucinations and almost uncharacteristic violence- he was sent to have the tumor removed. It was here- he had his first actual interactions with human beings. Nurses, doctors, hell- even a dog for the first time of his life was amazing. He found everything new and sparkling- and he couldn't even care when his 'parents' came into the room to remind him of the evils of the outside world. What /evil/- this place was great! He thought to himself over and over again. However since the surgery was rather successful minus some months of physical therapy- he was sent back home. Sterile. No contact. No dogs. No pizza. No friendly nurses. Sterile once more. Dressed up in white- they painted over the scars on his his head as if they were something to be ashamed of. His above average intelligence wasn't all that above average- he still wanted pizza- he was a kid and these people were not letting him be a child. Acting up- he did everything he could to get in trouble. Every single time - they would only say time was getting closer- they had to act /faster/. Faster for what? Faster for what reason?! On his thirteenth birthday- he was as always- rounded up into the fellowship hall. The fire that broke out during prayer however was not his idea of great prayers to whatever they were actually talking about. Everyone drank something- and being cheeky- he didn't drink it. They all seemed perfectly fine, falling asleep, and holding each other as the place went up in flames. However Jeremy quickly took flight - not wanting to die. He managed to get out of the compound, but with major burns to his back and legs. When he was scooped up and placed in the hospital, he was told about the cult that had ruled his life for many years. His story was told on the news. People wanted to interview him and told him how strong he was. Sick idiots. He didn't want to be praised- he wanted his own life. He didn't want to be Jeremy the victim, he wanted to be a creature that survived no matter what. Thrown into the orphanage- everyone pitied him, everyone thought of him of just the cult-survivor. He was smart- smarter than most. He wasn't the smartest- but he was above his grade. Skipping two grades easily enough- he suffered through school- fighting off most people who wanted to adopt him for all the wrong reasons. While he didn't care for his 'foster care mother'- at least she wasn't shelling him out for interviews or finding out his ridiculous psyche or something! He got a job- because he wanted to have his own things such as game systems and his own cellphone. He did what he could. He was an average kid- if not strangely pale and have a ridiculous obsession with black trench coats. His job at a mechanic's place would eventually pull enough to get him a bike for him to fix up- before he moved onto trying to rehab a motorcycle. After that- he was mostly on his own. His foster mother kept in contact- but he had no need to feel like he was ripped from one system after another. He had a job- he got himself into college. Screw his past, he could make his future. After getting his AA degree- he was focusing on mechanics and engineering. He still had his job- he was doing well. He might have entered a few street races- and he might have stolen a few parts- but he wasn't caught. Security was 'faulty' he claims later if anyone asked. Easily enough however- when the event came- Chaos was seeing him. Oh no- he was a Criminal- labeled and branded. Given the wish of getting his bike in the most advanced position he could get it- he was dropped off in the toybox and pretty sure he will murder whoever tries to put him in jail and he won't even care. Insignia Level 1 "Clone" - Level 1 - Able to create a lifelike clone for a few moments. He has to be twenty feet in the range of this clone- but the farther in that range it goes- the more wax like and wispy the clone appears to be. It has limited speech such as 'yes' or 'no' and some other choice words. The insignia is a snake tattoo around his upper arm. He did not get this tattoo- it just appeared. It seems rather faint unless he uses his ability. The longer he uses it, the more energy he drains and the quicker the migraines and the nausea set in. "Snowy" - If there wasn't a happier and perkier cat in the world- Jackal is sure that the world would breathe a sigh of relief. Snowy is a singing, telepathic, white fluffy Angora cat. Bright brown eyes and the most expressive and genuine curiosity for everything- he normally will go out of his way to introduce himself to people. Extra Giant Science Nerd- Science! He'll actually deal with anyone he finds 'annoying' if he can just...get...some...science. He loves exploring things, he loves taking them apart, and just in general finds basic science fascinating. Mice Figurines are cute- No he does not have a collection of them. Little fascination with poisons- It can kill you, it's fun. History sucks- No. Boring. He does not care. Papercuts suck- Devil's bane, something that curses him. Birds suck- They sing and chitter and they're up too early. Hospitals suck- They suck. Tests suck- Test anxiety, also they suck. Snow sucks- It's cold, it sucks. Romance sucks. - No. It sucks. OOC OOC Name: What you go by on the chatbox. How did you find us?: Ad, affie, etc? Other Characters: ---

[Chesh]

Accepted!! Great job, put your profile link in your mini profile and put your claims in the Face Claims and the Directory!