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)
-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.
Isla doesn't know what it is about Torchline and the sea, but since her outing with Remi into The Deep (because it had felt like more than a regular deep), she's been drawn back again and again. Tonight is no different. It's late - past midnight, easily - and the Hale Ka'aila has its sandbar and glass cathedral revealed for now. Isla is free to leave her clothes there and swim to her heart's content beneath the moonlight, enjoying the way the water glides against her body, the way her senses stretch and reach for everything.
With no need to breathe and no way to feel the cold or the heat other than her sensors informing her of such, Isla is remarkably at ease out in the deep water. It's almost a shame to return, in fact, but in the end it's a necessity more than a desire. So she wades out of the water to grab up the fluffy towel she's left with her clothing, closing her eyes to listen to the roar of the water as she dries herself off. If there's such a thing as paradise, Isla thinks she might just have found it.
// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
He’s made it to Torchline, of course, waiting until the sun goes down and it’s safe for him to indulge in the ocean strolls that he’d planned on doing. A book is tucked under his arm, the metal one precisely, and he’s just looking for the perfect spot to sit and enjoy the ocean waves this time of night. He thinks he’s found a decent spot, spying some clothes and a towel from someone that’s already decided it was a good place too —
But before he has a chance to answer, the person rising from the ocean is one, familiar. And two? Completely naked. He’s quietly grateful for the immediate closing of her eyes so he can compose himself and not simply stare. So he finds himself coming to a stop, looking down the beach, clearing his throat before sheepishly glancing back at her. “Didn’t know you planned a trip too. Miss me bothering you that much already?” He manages a soft laugh with that.
-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.
Isla is lost in the sway of the waves and the rush of the distant ocean, and a smile touches to her lips as she pats at her face and hair with lazy touches of the towel. Of course, this leaves her completely exposed everywhere else, and as a voice nearby clears their throat she almost jumps clean out of her skin. "Oh-- I'm sorry, I-- oh gods, Varus?" It's with a dawning horror that she scrambles to cover herself up, the towel wrapped clumsily (but successfully, at least) around her as she tries to angle herself so he sees less, somehow.
But when it's a choice between bare ass and bare front, even if they are technically covered by now, she knows her preference. "How long have you been standing there?" she asks in a voice that's about an octave higher than before. "I didn't think anyone would be out here."
// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
She jumps and it’s with a bright amusement that leaks into his smile, into the airy laugh that leaves him as she realizes it’s him and he tears his sheepish gaze back to down the beach and away from her curves and bared skin glittering in the dark and moonlight like they might be diamonds along her skin. “Don’t be sorry.” Shrugging, he looks down at his metal hand while she covers herself up, and when she finally does and the question is aired, only then does he glance back to her to ensure that she’s fully covered up.
He’s quietly glad for the Ascension in how it hides the flush that’s definitely there in the silvery moonlight, washed away by ascension and hue. “Not long. I was trying to find a place to read and you walked out of the water.” He pauses before a bark of laughter leaves him and he holds his hands up, palm toward her in a motion of innocence. “Neither did I! And yet there you were, like you owned the sea.” Not that he was complaining, of course. She was quite the vision, after all.
