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!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
He’s been staying in the Infirmary since Isla had offered it. And he’s been being good and running his scans. There’s been a lot to go through but at least this time? This time his scans come back virtually empty, his new arm attached and metallic and wonderful if not for a little heavy. He’s gone for a decent amount of time without the arm so it only makes sense that he’d have grown unbalanced before he grows fully balanced again. But as always, the Voice was there for him. Even when his thoughts had grown a bit more traitorous since then.
He stares down at the metal arm, sitting on the bed with his legs tucked up under him — an old soldiers method of meditating before battle (though there wasn’t one yet, just old habits were hard to kill) — and he finds himself twisting the metal arm this way and that, watching the arm flex and pull, shift and move with the pressure he applies to it. And he can hardly feel a thing with it.
So he continues to flex and loosen his arm, getting used to it again, sucking in a deep breath he doesn’t need and starts the meditation over again, head straight and face set in a stony expression.
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And here comes Isla to ruin his brooding. She knocks but doesn't wait, too absorbed in the pages of what she's reading; she rarely finds time to get a break in between patients, so this is an exciting time indeed. Varus has been set up in one of only three private consultation rooms, but there are hardly any people who need to use them these days, so Isla considers it a decent sacrifice for giving a friend a place to stay.
"You will never believe what I found in the Atheneum," she says, marking a finger in the pages so she won't lose her place. "This is a very rare romantic mystery - and it's actually not bad at all," she informs him, before finally looking up and realising she's blundered right into whatever he was doing. "Oh - sorry! I didn't realise. I'll come back later?"
Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
The knock barely registers with how deep into the scan he’s gotten, his hand continuing to clench and unclench, flex and relax. Isla breezes in right in time to spy him in a cross of meditating and brooding and he tries to pull himself out of it when her voice pipes up — a breath sucked in sharply and his metal arm clenching again, before his attention flickers over to her right in time for her to notice his less than tiptop shape attitude.
A small smile is given her way, a roll of his neck to loosen the muscles there, before he’s reaching over to her with the metal arm, glinting in the lowlight of the room, as if he might be able to drag her over to sit beside him and maybe pluck the book from her (keeping her place in it of course). “No, it’s fine. Was just scanning.” He pauses, before he’s staring at the book. “What’s it about?” There's definitely a bit less fire to himself, but he pretends not to notice.
-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.
Isla is left blinking at him as if wondering whether she's walked into the right room. Her lips part to say something, but then he's reaching out - with an arm that isn't even supposed to be there - and she's drawn up to sit beside him on the bed before she can really comprehend it. The book vanishes from her hands, and she blinks between this man she knows looks like Varus but definitely doesn't act like him, and the question he's asked her.
"Oh... it's about a hotel. A bunch of people die, and... well, you get it." Isla smiles, and without thinking she's reaching out to touch a hand to the new arm, flexing and gripping at the book she's brought. "This is new," she murmurs, glancing up to seek out his eyes. "Is everything alright?"
Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
He keeps her place in the book, holding it with the metal arm as his other hand runs his fingers along the cover of it, his usually bright blue gaze is slightly dimmed as he peers up at her when she explains. “Let me guess, it started over a jealous lover and you probably find out at the end that it was the husband all along?” His head tilts to regard her, watching instead as her hand traces along the metal arm.
“Oh! Right, forgot to tell you I went and saw the Voice. Brought a kid to Ascend and I got a new arm.” He shifts to keep her place in the book with his other arm so that she might be able to inspect his replacement. Brows pinch together slightly as her question hits him and he offers a small crooked smile. “Everything’s fine. Just a bit in my head is all.” An attempt to soothe her slightly, paired with a wink.
