JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"I'm always serious and commandin', yes," Jack drawls, having been waiting for them around the general vicinity of this sorry excuse for a 'stargate'. "Not quite so bad now we ain't on my pride and joy, granted." The Ark brokers no room for fuckery, it's true. This, though? This he's more than happy to figure out as they go along. "Y'know, I can't ever remember this thing bein' used. Maybe once, durin' the war?"
Scoffing and shaking his head, Jack circles the stargate and its sad, overgrown appearance, the sea breeze ruffling his dark hair. "Where'd you wanna start?" he asks, fishing around in his pockets for his cigarettes and sparking one up, using his air magic to keep the match from blowing out.
Scoffing and shaking his head, Jack circles the stargate and its sad, overgrown appearance, the sea breeze ruffling his dark hair. "Where'd you wanna start?" he asks, fishing around in his pockets for his cigarettes and sparking one up, using his air magic to keep the match from blowing out.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
