A rogue at heart and in life, Jack has been dodging trouble and rewriting Torchline’s rules for as long as most can remember. Though his slight, rugged exterior might seem easy to overlook in the crowded alleys of Haulani, a sharper look reveals a man as dangerous as he is enigmatic. With an infamous reputation and razor-sharp wit, matched with eyes that see and say more than most can handle, Jack's real weapon lies not in his stance but in his piercing blue gaze—and a telepathic edge no one knows about. Recent endeavours—like romancing Torchline's queen and trading favours for children with Safrin—show that while Jack may lack a conventional moral compass, he’s bound only by his own ambitions.
Congratulations, Jack!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
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Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Later, Finn will realise - perhaps - what has happened with Cian, what he had been offered, what he might have missed out on. Not tonight, though. It has taken him long enough to write the report and get it perfect (aka exactly how Finn wants it), and having escaped walked up to the Eye's office to deliver the folder personally, it's now quite late in the night for him to be squeaking around in spare scrubs and soft, disposable clinic shoes.
Still, as he finally reaches the ground floor of the Tower, he can feel the barest hints of sobriety start to creep back up on him. With a shiver that's only partially to do with the cold licking up his arms, he shuffles back into the clinic, ignores Milligan or whoever has taken over for her on the night shift, and heads straight back to where he was working.
This, of course, happens to be Tobi's office, given that it was the only space with a desk. His teeth start to itch and he can feel his mouth wanting to get dry now that the snapdragon has completely left his system. Without knocking, he steps into the office to collect up his belongings. He doesn't know what he plans to do next.
please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
It has been hours since Finn left. Tobi only knows this because of how many patient files have accumulated on her desk. She hasn't noticed how the light has slowly slipped from her office, nor how her tea has gone from hot, to cold, to stale.
When Finn opens the door it will be to see Tobi hunched over, more or less in the dark: her window allows in a little light, casting the room in blues and silvers, but it transforms the normally cheerful and warm space into just four walls adorned with shadows that vaguely resemble furniture. With her back to him and her knees as near to her chin as she can manage with the size of her stomach, Tobi's head inclines ever so slightly to the side as the light from the hallway spills in, bathing both she and a slice of the room in colour.
Assuming it's just Milligan come to deliver yet more work, Tobi returns her gaze to a random spot on the floor which has held her focus for the past...however long. 'Just on the desk' She says in a voice that's raw and rough and gentle.
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Tobi is raw and Finn is broken, and he blinks at the sudden shadows in the room as if unsure where to look so that his eyes might adjust. In the end he merely steps forward towards the sliver of illumination that is the doctor, glancing towards the desk that's stacked with files and paperwork and approaching it as if expecting to see something that is meant to be for him. "What is on the desk?" he asks softly, when he can't find anything - not even his own patient file. (Honestly, none of them are large enough to be his file).
"Are you alright, Doctor Hart?" It's a hesitant question bubbling up from hesitant lips, and Finn lingers just at the edges of the plush rug that spans much of her floor. "I didn't mean to take up so much of your time here. I have finished my report, and delivered it to the Eye's office." The meaning being that he won't be under her feet any more.
please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
The shadow lingers in the doorway, and Tobi is forced to hold her breath. Her sinuses have been rendered useless by her crying, and though the entire staff has probably heard her already, there's no need for Milligan to hear her mouthy-breathing right now. So Tobi places a bit of the fabric of her scrubs between her teeth, bites down, and waits.
Finn's voice, so unexpected, has the doctor looking sharply over her shoulder and releasing a sound that's partially a gasp, and partially a sob. Looking up at him with his too-long hair and ill-fitting clothes, backlit by the garish light and seeming worlds away, still Tobi's heart breaks and breaks again for him.
"No.." She whispers, but not because she wants to keep her voice down; her throat pounds with emotions that threaten to spill out, as her eyes blink up at him, shiny with tears. It doesn't escape her notice that Finn stops short of the rug, and while this may or may not mean anything at all, her mind tells her it does. Just as he hadn't touched her when he'd handed over his drugs.
Just as he hadn't touched her at all.
Stretching out a hand up toward him, her fingertips cutting through the dust-motes that dance on the beam of light he's allowed in, Tobi bites at the inside of her cheek that she might be able to keep her lips from wavering beyond her control.
