JACK
What the fuck is absolutely an adequate way to describe what happens, and Jack steers the Ark higher through the starlit skies, feeling the excitement balloon in his chest such that it threatens to have him taking off as well. He can sense the mingled excitement, pleasure and wariness that vibrates from each of his impromptu crew, and as he turns to Melita and Raza, it's with a wink that maybe shows off the small star tattoo now branded at the corner of his eye.
"Had a little help from a goddess," he admits, all bravado and devil-may-care. "I s'pose you could say I'm a Safrin man now. If that's a problem, you know where the edge of the ship is." It's a jest, especially in current company, but for anyone else in the future? He fucking means it.
"Had a little help from a goddess," he admits, all bravado and devil-may-care. "I s'pose you could say I'm a Safrin man now. If that's a problem, you know where the edge of the ship is." It's a jest, especially in current company, but for anyone else in the future? He fucking means it.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
