Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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Cautiousness was a required shield in the world of miscreants and evildoers, especially when somebody found necessity in a disguise. Despite the stories he told, every fabricated fact of his life was a location where everything could unravel. While portions of his persona held overlaps to his genuine life, he used a sharpened mind to remember truth from the fiction. His eyes remained on her, observing the creation of his coffee. The attentions appeared to had calmed, however, Jackson desired to avoid risks at any cost.
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The simple request made by the demon for his coffee received mild criticism from the young woman. A brow was lifted by the disguised man, curious about how his decision sparked that reaction. Alas, he gained a shred of information from Sarah's reaction to his coffee preferences. A single sentence revealed that the woman did not originate from Canada, however, Jack remained skeptical about the information. The entire life he lived was a fabrication forged for the purpose of deceiving and gathering information.
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He shrugged at the woman's words, adding the accent of a sassy eye roll. It was an attempt to distance himself from his phlegmatic origins, minor showings of a snarky criminal hardened from his days. Though when the conversation shifted to negotiations, Jackson returned to confusion.
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"Then how the hell am I supposed to do whatever deed you wanted?" The demon grumbled, annoyance leaking in.
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Those masked emotions, crucial in assuring he would succeed in reaching the objective. Furthermore, he noticed the woman's neglecting to give him sugar, but Jackson cared little about the missing element of his drink. As she explained, the undercover agent played his role by providing an unamused expression to exhibit his displeasure about the situation and his coffee. He remained quiet as he stood in her presence, attempting to understand the circumstance presented to him. The mockery prompted an annoyed 'hmph', his eyes narrowing.
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"That's still kinda suspicious, ya know? Why should I just trust you after everything I heard?" He said, crossing his arms.
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While Jackson held the necessity to maintain a front, it was likely he would accomplish whatever this woman wished, or fake it if it fell from legal graces. The coffee was accepted into his hands, the warmth admired, but the feigned criminal failed to take a sip. Rather, he wished to learn more about this exchange if the opportunity existed.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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A natural weariness always arrived with people of a criminal stature and an unpredictable personality. The undercover agent's eyes flitted consistently, sharpened with concern. The woman's retreat from him failed to instill ease into Jackson, the man maintaining his meticulous observations for his safety. His decisions summoned him into a wolf's den where glinting teeth were fictionally surrounding him. There were persistent dangers, however, Jackson was prepared to preserve his well-being and defend himself.
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Fortunately, the woman appeared disinterested in starting a brawl inside the break room. Nonetheless, Jack kept himself prepared for anything to unfold within the break room. The dark-haired woman already received the frightening label of unpredictable. The woman's threat summoned a feigned eye roll from Jack as an inaudible grumble rose from his throat and his gaze going to the wayside. Maintaining his criticism of his "fellow criminals" would be a foolish mistake that would launch Jack into a despicable deep end of nasty fights and dislike.
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He watched her approach the coffee maker, eyes cautiously watching as she began going about the regular actions. A pair of cups suggested an offer, meaning, he would receive one of the cups. Based on the setting, Jackson could assume nothing would be mixed into the beverage, but for his easement, he observed. Everybody in the agency knew his present actions for safety purposes. Thus, if he never left this building, there would be an arrest and investigation before the evening's end. This being said, Jackson cautiously watched to rescue himself and avoid additional trouble meddling with his investigation.
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The mention of a deal prompted a brow raise from Jackson. While he would never dive into criminal action, the man would take the opportunity to inquire about the so-called deal.
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"Depends on what yer deal is... I ain't gonna just do anything," Jack answered, crossing his arms.
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The coffee was poured and prepped in the mugs. The only necessities were the basic milk and sugar components people added to their drinks.
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"Just a dash of milk and sugar, not enough to remove the bitterness," he answered the woman.
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Neither opposed nor favourable of coffee, Jackson decided accepting the woman's offer would perhaps begin a subtle relationship between them. An improvement to their questionable acquaintanceship occurring between them. Any improvements were necessary for Jackson to gather the crucial information.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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Intimidation tactics, lies and deception actions coloured a grungy scene for those who peered into the world of crime. A portrait Jackson was endlessly learning the intricacies of as hidden details surfaced. Though his read on Sarah was limited to unpredictable which presented its own share of challenges for the undercover agent. For those who accomplished erratic behaviours were difficult to calculate the movements and plannings. Two potential paths played in these circumstances, a portion having the potential to be outplayed meanwhile the other would spin a tale leading into a dangerous realm of thugs.
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The disguised man held himself steady, preparing for whatever circumstance that would abruptly show itself. The shadows retreated from the woman, being released from her manipulation. He maintained a stern expression, eyes subtly narrowed as he stared down his target of the investigation. However, Sarah's actions suggested a woman not prepared to be vanquished quietly without a single survival attempt. The woman's speech about others was a threat emptied by a frightening history. Everything he had left was Charlie, however, the feline was plenty capable.
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A cat clever in hiding and unassociated from his identity, Charlie for all extensive purposes was safe. There was nothing to throw into the crossfire, and Jackson knew that. His eyes narrowed at her, turning stern.
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"I don't have anyone like that," Jackson grumbled out. "The only collateral is the cowardly bastards."
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There was nothing remaining for Jackson to preserve as of family, friends or lovers. His time served in the army failed to uncover any connections because of the mourning occurring in his heart. There was nothing, but the awkward-furred kitten who joined him. His lonesomeness consumed him, thus the unlikely-to-be-adopted kitten became his only connection. However, he was certain that Charlie could be given another loving and safer home if it was needed. His coworkers would be likely care for him, assuring him a future should his life become cut short.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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Guardedness played inside his eyes, protective as he gazed upon Sarah’s every move. The demon had walked into a viper’s den, her so-called home turf surrounding him. A stray wandering in a place he hardly knew, playing games with a woman who possessed familiarity with the building’s layout. Nonetheless, Jack was prepared to handle the cards this twisted deal would be handing out to him. Whether it was the information he required or a dagger flying towards him. There was a hardened nature to his gaze with his eyelids narrowed with suspicion.
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The click of the locker's closing reached Jackson's ears. Based on her actions alone, the demon was under the assumption Sarah gathered the entirety of her weapons. A purr entered the woman's tone, as though the young woman was going to discover amusement in the unfolding futures beyond his sight. The agent prepared himself for the worse circumstance, his body maintaining a calm as he sturdied himself against her fear tactics and potentially out lashes. A groan leaked through Jack's closed lips as the disguised man crossed his arms.
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"I think you know what I'm insinuating," he grumbled. "Knew those cowards would drag me down though. Not an impressive bunch at all."
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The closeness of the woman's face arrived suddenly, Jack's eyes narrowing at her. Her words were honeyed, sweet, but every sentence betraying the words themselves. The ruse remained, a man suspicious and ill-tempered at times. Though with a smile lined with malicious intention, but little was he aware of the theatrics to accompany her closeness. The darkness wrapped around her, shadows bending to her will similar to a puppet. A single recoil step arrived, Jackson’s brows lowering as he prepared himself for the worse. Alas, no barrage of solid darkness or malicious shadows arrived to drag him into the depths.
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Fear tactics, an intimidation attempt masterfully prepared to flaunt capabilities. The woman wanted to make it obvious she could attack him, without outright accomplishing the action. If anything, she was living up to the viper title Jackson warranted her. A creature readied to strike at a moment’s notice, but stalling herself to make her prey scurry away. In short, it appeared Sarah desired to play with her food. The treatment summoned a bout of wariness to Jackson, however, the disguised agent moved no further than his recoil.
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“More like I ain’t no coward,” he mumbled back. “It might get me in trouble, but I’m not about to run and hide from people.”
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A determined expression played across him, Jackson crossing his arms for the sake of the guise. The narrowing of his eyes remained alongside his guarded expression. The agent was aware he was playing with live fire. Dangerous and burning bright, threatening to harm him at every turn.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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A guarded nature twirled inside Jackson's eyes as he observed Sarah from a distance. Despite the concerns of abrupt violence, the disguised man maintained an eased body. Over tense muscles meant stiffness should the tides turn and action transformed into a requirement. Being a convoy to gather information on behalf of law enforcement manifested the necessity for being constantly prepared. While the cruelty in Murphy's Law always lingered hauntingly over Jackson's head, he needed to try slipping through whatever ill-circumstance arrived his way.
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Thus, as he vocalized his refusal to answer the question of being armed, his mind laid out potential escape routes. If meagre discussion boiled over into a brawl, Jackson knew the favoured option for his operation was retreat. Whether it consisted of sparking a fire to manifest a barrier between himself and the woman or pushing her away with darkness, the prime objective would be to defend himself and escape. The undercover agent's brows raised subtly as a pair of daggers were pulled from the locker and equipped.
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Her response to his lack of confirmation left her dancing in paranoia's court. Admittedly, Jackson could hardly blame the dark-haired woman's decision to assure her safety, however, it sparked his alert nature. Nonetheless, it confirmed the validity of the claims alleged against Sarah Murray. Her immediate action towards assuring her safety in face of a criminal rather than exhibiting confusion or outrage. The disguised man narrowed his eyes, manifesting an expression of annoyance, however, shortly pursed his lips.
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A forged face to exhibit a desire to retort but realizing it futile or foolish. The identity of Jack Florence settled himself on a discontented sigh rather than a verbal rebuttal. Evidently, he resigned himself to the young woman's necessity of assuring her safety before anything else. The woman's opening line infringing on the rumours of her criminal history failed to startle Jack, thus he remained unfaltering. Through years of operating within the criminal underworld, Jackson heard atrocities aplenty from seemingly mythical, but real red rooms to malicious tortures and brutal murders.
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"Not much surprises me anymore," Jack grumbled out, maintaining the act. "Been doing this for a long time, so I ain't some newborn from yesterday, ya know?"
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His eyes locked onto Sarah, hard and cautious as he turned to entirely face her. His body language, despite the action, remained closed off with arms crossed and expression guarded. The woman's words to calling out her curiosity only manifested transparency in her beliefs. Perhaps she thought of him as someone who arrived to bring her issue, rather than an intrigued informant of the criminal underworld. The darker tones of the world always expected for someone to possess a vendetta or mayhaps a request of another.
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Meagre information gathering lacked the weight behind it for further admittances and reassurances of the woman's crimes. Rather, his tactics required quick polishing and recalibrating to acquire optimal information.
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An annoyed groan escaped Jack's lips followed by a near-inaudible grumble. "For fuck's sake..."
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The bespectacled disguised rolled his eyes, seemingly exaggerating the circumstance. Shortly, they returned to Sarah, levelled, but still maintaining those pangs of caution.
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"Fine, I'll level with ya. I work with some people who might find your services useful. That's why I'm here, are ya happy now?" He grumbled. "But, I came of my own volition. The guys back at HQ are too cowardly to even consider being in the same room as you. Hmph! It's pathetic, a bunch of big so-called macho-men cannot even want to give it a whirl."
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The demon's lips pressed together as he shook his head in disappointment. The story was not mere fabrication for Jack's associates tended to maintain their distance from the relatively dangerous. While they spouted out endless nonsense about merrily murdering others, they exhibited notable cowardice when it arrived in approaching the "legends" of the underworld. Fortunately, it allowed the persona of Jack Florence to play the role of courage, leading to plenty of opportunities in gathering information on other malefactors.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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Handling criminals transformed into normalcy for Jackson. Naturally, his body contained alertness with every sense tuning into the world around him. His half-lidded eyes gazed with traces of suspicion glazing into dark hues. Even prior to his entrance into the criminal underworld, Jackson learned to not allow follies to cloud his decisions. Mistakes inevitably happened, however, minimizing the ripples of effect became the crucial portion. The dark-haired man adjusted his angle, fulling facing Sarah.
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Reputation was never taken lightly by Jackson. The possibilities filtering through the undercover agent's mind were endless knowing the image manifested by others. If anything, reputations were considered a guideline by Jackson. Alas, cutting lies from the truth was the difficult portion of investigating these leads. There were people who owned up whatever claims other people made towards them, while occasionally despite the genuineness of the claims, will lie their way out. Though it appeared Sarah planned on owning the allegations behind her reputation.
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A flicker of curiosity came across his brows, surprise sparking from the easy admittance. Regularly, Jackson experienced the lowered brows and angered growls of an individual in crime... However, she maintained confidence, at least, it was how the disguised man viewed the circumstance. He watched as Sarah leaned against the locker, keeping a fair distance between them. The existence of the distance was a mild comfort, suggesting that should things turn violent, there would be a chance to react.
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"Saiting my curiosity," the demon answered. "I heard many things about you, endless even. From murder to petty theft, so I wondered if you were a reality."
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The explanation was simple, a delve into interesting rumours that swirled around him. Then arrived the question of being armed. Out of instinct, Jackson stiffened at the question, suspicion portraying over his features. Caution was naturally required, however, whenever people inquired about weaponry, it brought ill feelings.
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"I would rather not disclose that, but be assured, I have no plans on starting a fight," Jackson assured with a hardened voice. "A crowded casino would attract far too much attention."
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There was an annoyed edge to Jackson's voice to maintain the persona. As an individual reliant on his abilities, Jackson considered himself perpetually armed. Always, would his fire manipulation be available at his fingertips and his darkness manipulation to follow. The comfort of being able to defend oneself was pleasant, however, Jackson knew not to lay too heavily into the fabricated safety. Should things edge into a battle, he was unprepared to maintain a quiet standoff given his favouring of fire manipulation, thus he kept himself more alert after the question.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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A hardness was feigned in the depths of sparkling false blue hues. Seriousness was taken in the circumstance, the roughness added for distance. However, Jackson nonetheless desired to avoid any questionable antics where possible. In front of him was a wild card of a woman, somebody either the topic of fabricated fiction or a twisted reality hidden beneath a classically beautiful face. The thought kept the undercover agent tense and aware of the circumstances around him. The sickening rumours around the moniker Sarah Murray suggested a world of trouble should he take a misstep.
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The floor was crackling ice and a single ill-placed foot would inevitably land him into the chilling waters below. The pout on the young woman's face suggested a slight breaking of the ice. Irritation earned him disapproval, and it was duly noted by the man beneath the facade. The dilemma of requiring his facade while dancing around potential threats always proved a difficult balance. While Jack could afford to dial back his faked attitude and the more problematic traits of Jackson Florence, he knew to avoid stepping back too far.
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It appeared his promises of patience piqued the young woman's interest. Subtly, his brow moved in surprise at the dark-haired woman's abrupt change of heart. However, the flirtatious tone of her voice remained strong as she interacted with him. The words following her subtle tone only suggested further her wishes to maintain the attitude she originally presented. Rather than growl at the dark-haired woman a second time, Jack rolled his eyes and released an annoyed sigh from his lips. A toned-down display of irritation that Jackson hoped would maintain his forged identity while not overstepping into bad territories.
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Her gaze broke away, the young woman seeming to signal to another, who appeared displeased about whatever it meant. As an outsider to casino communications, Jackson merely maintained a sense of wariness. The signed message meant anything in the dark-haired man's eyes. From a simple 'watch my post' to an 'I have a suspicious man with me'. While he could escape the binds of being arrested on a "misdemeanour" given the reality of his position, it would be harder to escape a more criminal plan. He had an emergency pager he could click in circumstances of fear, but Jackson preferred not to resort to the buzzer.
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Her hand grazed his upper arm, his feigned blue hues gazing over her delicate fingers until they left. He gave her a nod in response, his steps shortly following her. The pair walked through the bedazzling machines and gambling patrons, Jackson possessing more stumbles through the maze in comparison to the adept young woman. Gradually, he followed behind her, narrowly managing to keep up with the mysterious Sarah Murray. An off-room was reached, the young woman pushing through a door designated as 'Employees Only'.
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Despite the room's sign, Jack followed her into the private room. Upon entering the room, Jackson's eyes automatically scanned their surroundings, his instincts screaming to assure his safety. Nothing appeared out of place within the smaller room. There was a table, a few chairs, a coffee maker and a cooler for drinks. The dark-haired man slowly stepped further into the room, his eyes glancing at the woman who was looking through her locker. Her question became the prompt for him to speak.
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"Am I right to assume this is a good place to discuss darker topics Miss Murray?" The undercover agent inquired. "I'm not here to land you into trouble, in case your coworkers are easily disturbed."
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The words were a tactical side-step around the overarching topic. Flat-out inquiring if the location was safe enough to discuss criminal affairs could potentially place them both into a trickier situation. The man's arms crossed over his chest as he remained standing a short distance from the door. Given the depraved tales, Jackson wanted to maintain the utmost sense of caution in his present circumstance. Among the list of offences committed by Sarah, murder was upon the list, meaning an outright accusation or overstep could lead to a frightful brawl if she felt cornered enough.
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A fight within a crowded casino risked reaching the headlines and would consequentially jeopardize his false identity. As a man obscured into the criminal underbelly, he wanted to attract as little attention to himself as possible, especially from innocent citizens. People wished to accomplish good, however, having them narc because of his illegal doings would inevitably lead to more hindrances than help.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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Around them swirled the fanfare of casino drawings and dealings. An obnoxious cacophony of grinding gears from slot machines, clinking chips and various moving parts. There was a haziness to everything, yet, through the annoying sounds of a gambler's den, Jackson's disguised eyes remained fixated on her. The number of ongoings his identity heard about surmounted to plenty. From wild tales painted in horrific grandeur to the more simplistic and straightforward; there was no shortage of stories surrounding the familiar face in the casino that evening.
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In several stories, a young woman dubbed Sarah Murray committed a variety of atrocities according to Jackson's sources. A vast majority consisting of those lacking a favourable reputation for information. Nonetheless, the disguised officer held expectations close to his chest in regards to uncovering the truth of those crimes. His duties were collecting proof, using wires and his investigative skills to analyze and find information to bring the truth to light. Accomplishing a discussion with the young woman would allow Jackson to assess the circumstances.
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The criminal underground was a location brimming with endless rumours and meagre hearsay. Confirmation was elusive at times, hiding in the deepest crevices and darkest reaches. Thus, Jackson Hoar was required to accomplish these actions to assure validity and clear up the divide between reality and fantasy. His attentiveness fixated on Sarah as words drawled out from her lips. A subtle hint about his intentions was provided, the woman motioning towards girls in skimpy garbs doing whatever they needed to earn money.
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They were the types searching for those seeking a single night of pleasure in hopes of trading sex for funds. The disguised countenance of the bespectacled man lingered on them for a few moments before returning to the dark-haired woman. He listened as she proceeded, tagging on how she, unfortunately, had minutes more of work. His intentions surfaced in his head and the undercover agent knew he would be required to face the circumstance head-on. The presentation of evidence would be the only manner to explain what he desired, however, he wanted to keep it limited in the sector 'obvious information gathering'.
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"I'm not looking for that," he began, adding a subtle growl to maintain character. "I'll just wait. If you have a preferred area to meet me, I can wait there and then we can talk."
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Sternness was added to his voice. An attempt to distance himself from the reality of himself and the persona created to gather information. While the appearance aspects were easily maintained, varying vocal queues and personality traits were entirely his responsibility. The forging of his identity hinged on those aspects to avoid circumstances of question should he be viewed with law enforcement. In short, the charade was manifested for Jackson's safety rather than efficiency. Fortunately, pockets of truth of the forged identity allowed for Jackson to avoid certain concepts.
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Fortunately, the undercover agent could skid by waiting for the young girl. Based on the information he received, everything would remain relatively quiet on the other fronts. Nobody appeared to be orchestrating anything big quite yet, however, the pick-up would be inevitable. The rise in Assembly activity would grant the perfect cover for criminals to accomplish their misdeeds, and Jackson hoped to gain the information required to imprison them.
YOUR LIFE WAS RULED BY DARKNESS, AND NOW YOU FIGHT IT
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The criminal underbelly of Lorsette existed prominently in the darkest regions of the city. Destinations considered low-trafficked by law-abiding citizens held the most secrets. After months of carefully tailoring an identity for himself, Jackson had managed to become privy to a portion of those hidden facts. Playing the role of a petty thief, the black-haired man had assumed the identity of Jack Florence. A newcomer to Lorsette a meagre year prior with unruly locks of light brown hair, thick, round-lensed glasses and sharp, hawkish features.
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Considered a petty crooked pickpocket with a streak of committing burglaries and a tendency to follow the words of others, he became among the likeable for "manipulation value". The smooth transition into becoming a common thug warranted access to minor pools of criminals with the occasional major one gracing his presence. Taught in the realm of deceit and deception, nobody was aware of Jack's genuine intentions. Instead, he was considered a grumpy, low-emotion burglar accomplishing whatever required to survive through dishonest means.
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As far as those he deceived knew, Jack struggled managing an honest job, frequently being fired and forced back into the familiar set of foreboding circumstance. A laundry list of criminal history marked his records, including frequent jail time, and nowadays he worked harder on escaping the suffocating grasp of law enforcement. Ultimately, he was considered a criminal who learned from his foolish errors and became smarter about all the wrong things. The crafted disguise brought reaped benefits to Jackson's feet at every turn.
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However, the recent rumors circulating around identified crooks involved a woman with darkened locks of hair and brilliant red eyes. Millions of tales were woven about the mysterious temptress varying from murder, to torture and just about every crime in the book. The validity of every claim was where the stories would be tested. Sources capable of verifying those concepts were limited and a majority lacked a reputable background. Thus, festering curiosity alongside his occupational expectations drove Jackson to a casino located on the outskirts.
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Based on the intelligence he received, a woman of similar description to the brief flashes of photographs worked in the location. The amount of rumors being churned inevitably brought reason for Jack Florence to investigation the situation. He told everyone it was meagre curiosity over examining a seeming legend and additionally checking if she was considered a threat. Yet, his intentions were to confirm the information flooding through the criminal channels. In the summer evening, Jackson had approached the casino, a cigarette perched between his lips during the walk.
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The blue eyes of his disguised form gazed over the flashing sign and revolving patrons. It was a casino known for housing those of questionable integrity and morality. Anything from thieves to hitman could be housed within the hypnotizing walls and dazzling colours of the casino. A final exhale of smoke wisped up from his lips, trailing off into the darkness of night. The lit end was disposed of in a smoking cannister outside before Jack pushed through the pair of glass doors. Inside were the regular tactics of tacky, hypnotizing carpet and bright lights to bedazzled and "trap" customers inside.
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Around the floor were plenty of people, each placing their bets and praying to Lady Luck. The unfamilirity of his surroundings prompted Jackson into slow steps as his eyes analyzed the people within. Plenty of individuals he recognized or heard about attended the casino alongside a few unknown faces mixed in. The portion of Lorsette the casino was located in naturally catered to those of low-income or of criminal affiliation. His eyes swept the area, scanning for the dark-haired woman known for causing plenty of havoc.
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Eventually, Jack's eyes caught the dead ringer for the pictures he had viewed. A woman similar in facial features, hair colour, hair style and eyes. Briefly, the undercover agent watched as another customer finished their game before slowly wandering over to her.
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"Excuse me, but I was wondering if we could talk in private, if you have some time of course," Jack inquired to the woman.
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Despite desiring to remain on her good side, Jackson knew better than to sink into predictable tactics. His occupation was consistently upkeeping an assumed identity, thus, he maintained the direct nature of his character. He zeroed in and arrived to speak to her about whatever he heard in private. Unfortunately, his familiarity with the woman was limited, suggesting the possibility of one-on-one conversations going awry. Duty prompted him forward despite the dangers and the more criminals he managed to identify, the closer he would potentially get to unveiling the truth.
Carved from a line of tall, semi-broad shouldered men, Jackson reaches an impressive height of 6’1”. This combined with his career in defense and law enforcement efforts has made him a man of composure. Reasonable amounts of muscle covers Jackson’s body, from limbs to a flat, chiselled stomach. Despite his impressive muscle composure, Jackson’s frame proved narrowly lean enough to hide beneath looser fitting clothes. The sculpted nature of his build is only noticeable in moments of undress or should tighter attire be chosen. Across Jackson’s body is a fair complexion frequently bundled under darker clothing. Alas, nothing is unmarked across his fair skin. Across his body are many scars from years of service. A man not unbeknownst, his scars have faded with time, but nonetheless have no intentions of fading.
Relatively defined facial features build the general composure of Jackson’s countenance. Well drawn, high positioned cheekbones lead down into lean cheeks and a strong jawline. Proportionate to Jackson’s face is a nose with a subtle upturn and a lack of obscene weight to it. Below are a pair of thin, fair lips that lack any notable presence across his countenance. From his head flows dark locks of hair styled in a side sweep fashion. This results in the right side appearing longer and narrowly dipping into his right eye. Slender brows cross the tops of his eyes, each being dark and defined against his fair-skinned face. The striking feature of Jackson’s appearance are his dark eyes, seeming void of emotion and hard and guarded as stone itself. Their colour is an intense, dark brown with grey undertones. Though, when his abilities are being used, Jackson’s eyes are known to alter in colour, becoming an intense, bright yellow. A contrast between the darkness his eyes regularly contain.
Attire for Jackson consists of darker colours and unremarkable styles. He tends to pick plain pieces, from simple shirts, jackets and shoes to maintain an inconspicuous front. This being said, it is noticeable that Jackson dresses in a manner considered semi-professional. While not wearing anything overly flamboyant, he prefers tidier pieces with a refined style. His clothing is fitting, nothing too loose or tight with proportionate sizes. Another noticeable trait is Jackson often wears clothing that covers his body. He is not a fan of t-shirts or shorts and frequently opts to avoid them.
Fire Manipulation -- Advanced The ability to control and manipulate fire, allowing the user to move flames and change the temperature of the flames. The flashing ability of manipulating the will of flames is not favoured by Jack. The brilliant displays often attract attention, thus, despite being trained he keeps his usage of the ability limited. His fire manipulation regularly gets used for practical purposes, such as lighting candles or his cigarettes. This being said, Jack has kept the ability studied for combat purposes, allowing him to use his fire manipulation instinctually because of his skill. In combat, Jack used flames to make tall walls or for passive hazards to keep himself safe and his enemies at bay. He is capable of smoothly moving flames, allowing him to make fire balls and accomplish coordinated attacks. On the more notable side of capabilities, Jack has been known to cover himself in flames in order to escape areas since it can operate as a defensive play.
Fire has its weaknesses, water being the primary ailment to Jack’s ability. Water can easily diminish the power of his flames making them wither and extinguished. Damp locations can also prove to be a poor place of cultivation for the ability and can lead to it weakening. While he is capable of creating his own flames, taking from an existent force takes a lot less energy for Jackson.
Darkness Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to control and manipulate darkness, allowing the user to use shadows and constructs of darkness to their advantage. An ability of stealth, darkness manipulation quickly became Jack’s favoured ability alongside his sword and shield. Fluently, Jackson is capable of manipulating the flow of darkness, allowing him to create weapons and shields. Weapons can consist of darkness forged swords or knives, discs or even long points designed to do damage to his opponent. These tactics can change because of Jack’s mastery in the subject of manipulating darkness, making things such as large-form manipulation possible. On the defensive scales, Jackson is plenty capable of creating thick fogs and barriers to keep himself safe or hidden from sight. Covering himself in shadows is an easy accomplishment, allowing him to disguise himself in the darkness around him.
Darkness can be weakened in the light, the brightness of day or other light sources dampening the powers of Jackson’s darkness manipulation. In these circumstances where Jack is forced to create darkness, it can take more of his energy than merely manipulating it from an existent source. Additionally, hiding himself in shadows does not mean transparency, this means should a flashlight or something similar light the area, the pattern of darkness will be noticed as sheer and different, making it not guaranteed. Large-form manipulation tends to tire Jackson out the most because of the amount of darkness he is controlling. This furthermore, requires a lot of control and breaking focus can lead to mistakes in the manipulation. Similar would happen with more complex circumstances of manipulation.
Hexes -- Mastered The ability to use chalk and/or blood to access a different type of magic. The many useful accomplishments of hexes inspired Jackson to take extensive time educating himself. He worked for months in order to learn everything related to it. Regularly, Jackson uses chalk, only resorting to blood in emergency situations or when it is required for the hex. Depending on the hex, it may tire Jackson out because he spent more time on some hexes than others.
Summoning -- Advanced Among the few hexes that received the most neglecting, Jackson uses his summoning hexes for limited reasons. Rather than summon animals to aid him in battle, Jackson is known for summoning a small flock of approximately 5 crows. These crows are frequently used for reconnaissance rather than anything battle oriented. Should Jackson’s feathered friends be attacked and killed, he will be unable to summon any animals for approximately a week. Furthermore, these creatures are not particularly strong, only being capable of pecking their enemy or avoiding the attacks.
Healing -- Mastered Unlike Jackson’s other hexes, he is required to use blood in order to activate his healing hexes. Failure to abide by this rule means the hex circle will not activate, deeming it useless should the instructions go unfollowed. In difficult situations, Jackson is capable of healing himself and others, reaching a maximum of 5 people being healed including himself. Anything beyond this number will subsequently result in large amounts of energy being taken from Jackson, rendering him exhausted and should things be pushed too far, unconscious. Due to requiring blood, Jackson’s hex circles do, at times, require him to harm himself in order to gather the precious liquid and heal himself. He is capable of healing himself and others fully, however, the severity of the wound can lead to him growing more weary. The injured individual(s) must be able to step or lay in the hex to be healed.
Disguise -- Mastered Considered an essential tool in his line of work, Jackson spent the most time developing his disguise hexes. His disguise hexes are capable of entirely altering his appearance, allowing him to appear as his assumed identity in the criminal underworld. He is more than capable in changing hair colour, eye colour and even complexion and body shape. Due to the nature of disguise hexes, Jackson is unable to change his voice. Regularly, he uses this ability and has used it since he began operating in undercover services. A clear envisionment of the desired appearance does make disguising easier, thus a muddled one can lead to errors in the disguise. Additionally, similar to healing hexes these hexes must be large enough for one to step into.
Sight -- Advanced For tracking purposes, Jackson learned the ability to assist with finding people he is searching for. Oftentimes, this is used for criminals, discovering their location and at times conveniently appearing as required. This tracking system has allowed him to gain information about other criminals and keep track of the committed crimes. He does require a clear image of the individual in order to view them alongside their name. Without these factors, Jackson is entirely unable to even gaze upon the other individual.
Teleportation -- Mastered The use of a single hex can easily allow Jackson to teleport around as needed. Oftentimes used as an ability to quick retreats or to enter locked areas, Jackson has trained his teleportation well. He is capable of teleporting in a rather large radius without any problems, however, the further Jackson teleports, the more exhausted he may grow. Additionally, accomplishing chain teleports can add to the exhaustion, the more it is used, the more tiredness will seep into his bones. He is required to create a hex large enough to stand in to allow him to teleport.
Possession -- Advanced The ability to control and manipulate the actions of others through influencing their actions and asserting control. Despite the amoral implications of possession, Jackson has discovered a treasure trove of uses for the ability on his quest of defense and information. Oftentimes, Jack’s possession is used as a defense and will take a brief, few seconds long hold to cease an action or infiltrate one’s mind with hesitance. This has protected him from attacks before and allows him to narrowly avoid another’s blow. Additionally, using a weaker willed individual to gain access to secured areas has, under multiple occasions, saved his life and allowed him to access crucial information. When someone is under Jack’s control, it is considered a heavy influence rather than complete control. The more strong willed the individual, the higher chances the individual has of breaking free of those mental binds and going against Jack’s wishes. Additionally, the ability prays on likelihood, if someone vehemently does not wish to accomplish a particular action, fighting Jack’s control can be accomplished, whereas, if they harbour wishes to accomplish a particular action, it is more difficult to resist.
Even when granted control of another individual, Jack requires extreme focus to accomplish. This results in Jack’s physical actions when controlling another being immensely limited. He is capable of walking alongside them and doing minimal movements, however, actions requiring fast reflexes or a hasty escape makes it near impossible. Due to the amount of focus Jack is required to place into possessing another individual, he is entirely unable to use his other abilities.
Naturals: Enhanced Endurance, Fire Immunity, Immortality
backstory
Trigger Warnings: Mentioning of Heavy Drug Use, Murder, Violence
Born when hoarfrost clung to hanging branches at the height of his parents’ success, the first breaths of life suggested a fanciful world for young Jackson Hoar. Brought into the world by Kristen Hoar and conceived with the assistance of Killian Hoar, the child’s life was promising. Both parents were prominent in the world of business with the holding of a successful company capable of reigning in funds beyond one’s imagination. Always, the pair craved the opportunity to raise a child, an individual to grow, learn and carry on the powerful legacy of the Hoar Family. The jaded eyes of his mother portrayed a weary happiness and the soft sparkle evident in the darkened hues of his father proved everything well. The opportunity finally arrived to raise their dearest child, to lift him up beyond the realm of stars and assist with the carving of a magnificent future. Unfortunately, the notion of a happy family unit would be as short lived as the morning frost on a sunny winter’s day.
Meagre years of jubilee painted the walls of Jackson Hoar’s childhood. Times of laughter exchanged in common as connections between son and parent manifested in the two years of life lived. Everything refreshed him, from the childish games played on cozy winters eves and hot summer days to the stories told when the stars arrived to play. Those two years were the times he remembered being his happiness. Narrowly, he could recall observing his mother’s knitting habits to relax or the appreciation in his father’s eyes when he left childish drawings on his desk. It was a blissful two years of wonderment in a world riddled with tragedy from the rampage of Zeredah and her war against the world. Home was an elysium, magnificent and paradisiacal in every right. Everywhere around them was beauty, however, they would be staring at glass walls painted over to hide their fragility. While the photographs painted over the smooth materials were stunning, cracks in the foundations were inevitable.
The first stones cast as revelations of a darker world took hold. Across those magnificent glass walls arrived the initial cracks as the Hoar Family began their descent into the darkest reaches. Hefted unto the shoulders of his parents was the weighty responsibility of performing in meetings and expanding their business and funds. Already, his parents were intense smokers, however, as the stress grew in unbearableness, their craving for relief altered their perception of the world. Hidden from Jackson’s world in his youth was the festering of a nasty addiction that claimed his parents’ minds and body. It began in subtle ways, a boost of extra energy or a mellowed calm. At first, nothing was alarming as a portion of the budget was allocated to the obtaining of leisurely “medicines” and alcohol. The family atmosphere was maintained and appreciated with the occasional disinterest in previous activities. The initial cracks were covered in glitter and gold to hide the ugly truth with a coat of beauty. Plastered on were the bedazzling blinders to keep people away and avoid discovery of what would become an unravelling.
Irrational behaviour arrived as a symptom of their sips of poison. Both of Jackson’s parents became less interested in divulging time into the child they claimed to care about. It would result in Jack, at age 7, being forced to grow up before he possessed the chance to live as a child. On the daily, he discovered the messes his parents left behind with bottles and trash spread across the floors and his parents almost catatonic. From the beginning, Jackson was taught to clean up after himself and it transformed into cleaning up after his parents. His eyes would regularly view the peculiar pieces related to the monster claiming his parents. There were metallic sticks with traces of blood and odd liquids. There was powder residue that covered the living room table alongside various items coated in it. His parents always told him to never touch and as a child, Jackson struggled to understand what was happening. Instead, he went along with what he was capable of. He would pick up cans that stank of a bitter scent, placing them all into a bag as later instructed. The young boy wanted to help his parents for everything they provided for him, they meant the world to him.
Around the age of 10, Jackson’s parents were forced to file to bankruptcy and were cast into the depths of disgrace. In the beginning, the pair attempted to balance themselves, each beginning to work whatever jobs they could find. In the end, it appeared they could maintain little in their possession. Their lack of funds summoned the distressing circumstance of being forced to move, the family forced to sell their possessions and move into a significantly smaller home. He remembered losing items with his toy collection growing a tad smaller alongside his room upon the move. There was no more business where people smiled and laughed happily nor were there the sprawling yards where he could spend many days. Hallways grew closed off and cramped, his room being a tiny space of his own and their yard brimming with high grass and weeds. Yard work was rarely accomplished and the house was frequently kept in a messy condition. Desperately, his parents tried to survive, the pair trading off jobs on the regular and oftentimes being fired for attendance. For several years, the pair was surviving off of the scraps of what they could receive.
He would be 13 observing his parents withering away and struggling to survive. The pair, despite the addiction haunting their lives, proceeded to care about him. Among the first mouths fed, Jack was always provided assistance when required. His clothes were used alongside the school supplies with certain exceptions being made. A frown played across Jackson’s lips whenever he observed his suffering parents. Despite the drug usage, Jackson valued everything about his parents and rather than laying low and getting out, the young man began taking jobs where he could. Money was a necessity and Jack learned the concept in his childhood. There was no life outside the world Jack created for himself at a young age. He would go to school, working extensively hard to assure he would possess barely an ounce of homework before heading to work. Chatter outside his family was limited, with a majority of Jack’s friends discovering time for activities was nonexistent. When Jack was not working, the young man was studying or hastily going about his homework. Throughout the day he worked for his pay and in hopes of scrounging up tips from the locals. Everything adults accomplished was being accomplished by Jack at the vulnerable age of 13, including shopping for groceries and clothes.
Desperately the child clung to dreams of his parents eliminating the darkness from their lives. The notion of toxic demons being cast aside into the trash without a second thought to their actions. The glorious concept of freedom from the darkness of their lives kept Jackson living on, the young man trudging through and praying he could get by. He gathered whatever funds he could scrounge up to assist his parents. Work took up a majority of Jack’s life with the small portions of freedom being used for schoolwork and studying. Narrowly, the child was barely managing to keep his grades above average, however, with a limited amount of time to invest in his education, he never had extremely well-off grades. As Jack played parent to the people supposedly responsible for raising him, he underwent many changes. On the daily, Jackson listened as his parents would invite their friends over. The loud rambunctious nature of their friends as they made messes and broke the furniture would always bother Jack. Nothing could be accomplished to cease their reckless actions and if the young man appeared concerned and bothered, they only played upon it. Survival instincts told him to stop, to stop feeling the emotions that caused him burdens whenever his parent’s friends arrived to cause him problems... The stress hefted onto Jack to critical points, and eventually, he accomplished his own amoral doings.
By age 16, Jack divulged a portion of his funds purchasing cigarettes to ease off the intense stress plaguing him. The young man believed it an alternative to the intoxicated concoctions strewn across the kitchen table. Thus, the starting of an unhealthy habit continued in his youth with Jack struggling to get everything they required. Despite the expense, he could not resist the temptation of a cigarette because of the easement it summoned for the young man. He became dependent on the death sticks to provide a calmness to the edge of his parents’ lifestyle. Over time, Jackson became emotionally crippled from his circumstance. He never allowed anything to show and transformed into a phlegmatic young man seemingly incapable of emoting. The expressions rarely befell him, from subtle smiles to exhibitions of anger. The entirety of his emotional pallet was muted because of the circumstances that cultivated the young Jackson Hoar through the years of his life. There was no longer the light-hearted and benevolent child people regularly witnessed smiling was reduced to an emotionally grey slate. Options were limited and the only method of survival was to never feel anything that could potentially hurt him. There would be time for emotions when his parents eventually restored and they could all be a happy family again.
The arrival of graduation was a quiet time for Jack. Everything was set with people walking across the podium, however, Jack would never join the main festivities. Quietly, the young man had requested to come pick up his diploma at a later date. The festivities of prom and graduating was nothing he wished to participate in since he lacked the watching eyes of proud parents. The event appeared worthless if he could not celebrate it with the people who raised him in his youth, Jack wanted no part of it. While part of him had been expected to grow up quickly in his childhood, the young man continued his heavy attachment to his parents. The moment he returned home with the parchment declaring his success in high school, he found the regular scene again. His parents passed out in the living room, one on the couch, the other on the floor with cans of beer strewn about and Hell’s concoctions across the table. A special day meant nothing and shortly, Jack went about the regular, cleaning up his parents’ messes as they slept in their intoxicated stupor. It was his duty to care for them no matter what the circumstances presented him with. No matter how horrible their situation grew, Jackson was determined to clean up and ride out for the thoughts of glorious days ahead.
Fresh from school, Jackson continued his place in the workforce without a second thought. The future in Jack’s mind consisted of assuring the life of his parents rather than building himself up for future endeavours. Aspirations and goals were non-existent in the emotionally repressed youth. Desires and wants, they all consisted of endless hopes that his parents would survive their turmoil and rise from the ashes, brilliant and shining brighter than any phoenix. Endless amounts of time was devoted into anything they needed; a servant by blood alone. Every screaming argument and shattering bottle was blocked out as memories of better times flooded his mind. They would survive, they would persevere and reach the beautiful, golden light glittering at the end of the vantablack tunnel around them. Despite the weight hefted onto Jackson’s shoulders, he knew everything would alter itself and recover from the problematic happenings. For several years, Jackson worked endlessly to support himself and his parents in desperate hope of assisting them in surviving. Hours of overtime, multiple jobs, Jackson accomplished everything he could to persevere through the rough circumstance. Alas, the paradise dreamed never arrived and rather would be coated with red that would ruin everything he desired.
Twenty-five and overworked, Jackson Hoar had returned home, narrowly enough money to pay for rent, groceries, clothes and any possible repairs their home required. He would leave the warmth of his vehicle and enter the cold of a winter’s day. Against the crisp snow his boots crunched as he wearily dragged himself up the stairs of the porch and entered their tiny trailer park home. Upon opening the door, the scent of booze smacked into his nose on that day. The suffocating silence made the young man believe his parents passed out again. Alas, a single flicking of the lightswitch revealed the Hell served to Jackson Hoar. Upon the reveal of the lights, his dark eyes witnessed the horrorshow before him. On the living room floor laying on the reddened carpet were two bodies, each riddled with bullet holes and a household robbed of everything. He remembered standing, stationary, his eyes wide as the subtle rolling of tears trickling down his cheeks. Everything in a single motion was taken away from him, his future, his hopes and his dreams all tragically devoured by the monstrous scene exhibited before his eyes. With shaky hands and words, Jackson pulled away, calling the police in a worried panic and waiting out in the cold.
The police would discover the son of Kristen and Killian Hoar standing outside on the porch, a cigarette between his trembling fingers. Through his lips parted shaky breaths from shock over the entire situation. A confused young man who arrived home to discover both his parents deceased on the floor. The police would ask about everything, from the drug residue to the notion of weapons inside the house. Jackson would inevitably claim they had no firearms and the drugs belonged to his parents, and thus began the long story. He told the RCMP how his parents were addicts and he provided for the household while hoping they would eventually clean themselves up. There were potential motivations there, from beliefs of Jackson being sick of his parents’ drug use to wanting money to make up for everything his parents pawned in his absence for more drugs. However, given the scene expressed symptoms of a robbery and Jackson possessed a solid alibi via cameras at his workplace, nobody could say without any uncertainty that he accomplished the crime. Inside the household were traces of DNA that was not in any systems accessible by law enforcement. There was nothing to find the perpetrator of the horrific crime. Despite the severe lack of evidence, there were people who believed Jackson hired hitmen to kill his parents while others believed the police report about it being motivated by drugs and money. The young demon gave as much information as possible to the police, but nothing came of it.
Months later, Jackson in desperation to escape everything that happened would sign up for the military. Emotions suffocated him and the young man craved the opportunity for distance from the horror show of a life he had. Quickly, Jackson built himself up, becoming stronger and more capable the longer he underwent training. He spent hours pouring himself into the notion of combat, his past traumas never hindering his capabilities. He devoted himself to everything involved in the military and travelled to many places for a handful of years. He eventually became a trusted officer given the task of undercover work. The man witnessed many things having crawled through enemy lines and the criminal underbelly of varying locations. He wrote reports, gathered information and assisted others through his capabilities as an officer. Yet, despite his achievements as an officer, a question began festering inside the accomplished man as thoughts swirled inside him. Over time, the demon began wondering what happened to his parents and who committed the atrocity. Every mission was a reminder of how everything unfolded in his unfortunate life. Through the years, the wishes for answers only boiled more, and despite decades of success and achievement, Jackson had a new mission fueled by mind and heart.
When he returned to his country with tokens and friends from his missions through the decades, Jackson explained how he wished to return to Lorsette, his home city. He informed them he had unfinished business and a slew of questions that required answering. In the end, the individual supervising him provided an offer. Due to his wishes to return home and his capabilities in the field of undercover operations, Jackson was given the chance to work thwarting Lorsette’s dark criminal underbelly. The offer was everything Jackson needed, the working tools to find the killer of his parents and bring them to justice without endless antics. Thus, with a burning question blazing inside Jackson’s heart, he agreed to the task. Months later, Jackson returned to Lorsette, working through the course of a year to infiltrate the crime world in Lorsette in hopes of discovering all its secrets.
misc
Likes: Cigarettes, hard liquor, home-cooked meals, sunny days, dark colours, thick jackets, campfires, spearmint gum, cats, sunglasses, sour candy, reading, dark chocolate, flowers, rain, travelling Dislikes: Hard drugs, revealing clothing, jewelry, crime, dogs, snowstorms, skiing, saucey foods, unnecessary violence, sickeningly sweet treats, medical drugs, partying, crowded places, being rushed, greed Fears: Becoming emotionally damaged, loss, becoming addicted
- A majority of the time, Jackson goes by the nickname Jack. - Since he was 16, Jack has been a heavy smoker. There are times where he has smoked multiple times a day. He especially gets cravings when under intense stress, after having alcohol and when he first wakes up. - He has a small black cat named Charlie that was seized from a previous mission. Jack had offered to take Charlie while he underwent monitoring to maintain the cat’s mood and health. At the end of the monitoring, it was concluded the cat had a skin condition brought on by a curse. Due to the curse, Charlie does have immortality, but suffers the symptoms of his skin condition. This has led to him having patchy skin and requiring medication, ultimately making him a special needs cat, however, Jack has always enjoyed caring for Charlie. Due to Jack’s job, Charlie has travelled to multiple locations with Jack. As of now, Jack considers Charlie his only true family. - Due to his extensive travels and the requirements with those journeys, Jack knows multiple languages including and not limited to: sign language, Spanish, French, Japanese, Russian, German, Mandarin Chinese, Hindi, Arabic and Latin. - He learned Latin for defensive purposes in order to understand the magic being used by warlocks/witches and avoid possible injury from knowing the spoken commands. - Jack has a relatively high alcohol tolerance. It is extremely difficult for him to get drunk which oftentimes leads to him being slightly buzzed. - Despite disliking jewelry, Jack wears a nondescript silver band around his finger that is specially charmed to regulate body temperature and obscure the status of his soul. - As of now, he uses a fake name and altered appearance. The name used is Jack Florence for the purpose of consistency and his appearance is changed minimally. His appearance in the operation consists of light brown hair, round glasses and sharper features brought on by a disguise hex. This does not change his voice.
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