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!
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They search for sea glass - smooth as she can get it, the Voice advised - by the light of the moon on a balmy evening in Torchline. The Miana Pool seemed like a good place to start, given the frequency of the tide, the way it sucks out and deposits treasures for explorers like the two of them to find. None of this explains why Isla is on Varus's back, her bare feet locked gently around his waist, her arms draped around his neck, but she doesn't feel like a reason needs to be justified.
"It says here," she murmurs, cheek to cheek with her fellow Ascended, "that if the torches that line the beaches of Torchline ever blow out, the islands will sink into the sea." There's a sunbleached (and maybe a bit damp) book open in her fingers, Isla clearly believing that a moonlight stroll is a good time to indulge in some light reading as well. "Was that the case three hundred years ago? Have they really been burning allt his time?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight we're always running scared but holding knives
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for? what i am, or what i'm not?
There's a joke in here to be made, or maybe he’s already made it by the time she’s clamored onto his back for a piggy back ride. Perhaps he might have joked about being a royal steed for the duchess, or about how it’s great he doesn’t feel exhaustion, or about how it could be considered part of his training by carrying her. Regardless, it happens, and his arms are easily looped around her legs, gaze scanning the edge of the Miana for any sign of something shiny and glimmering.
She’s reading a book and involving him in it, which makes for a brilliant combination of Varus’ own distraction in search of the sea glass as well as trying to figure out how they got on the subject of torches. “Hm, sounds like Halo if I’m being honest.” He pauses his words, head tilting a fraction to blurrily look at Isla’s face. “Torches were always burning but some of them went out occasionally. Hard to keep them going when monsoon season hits, I imagine. Hasn't sunk yet, though.” He hums with a soft laugh, continuing down the edge of the Miana. “Isn’t it a crime in Halo to let the fires burn out?” He muses thoughtfully, wondering if the legends had overlapped at some point.
tell me mother, which should i regret? what i became, or what i didn't?
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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.
"It does? I was only in Halo briefly, at the Festival of Lights when I got back," she admits, smiling to him and closing the book so she can focus properly on their conversation and their sea glass search. With a lighthearted laugh, she nods in agreement. "Yes, I suppose it's difficult to keep them burning what with the gale force wind and rain," she agrees, waiting until they're at the Miana proper before she shifts to clamber down from his back. "Thank you, sir," she murmurs with a kiss to his cheek.
She hasn't heard the legends about Halo, but they certainly are interesting, Isla humming out a thoughtful sigh and kicking about the sand. "Maybe that book you got me will explain it. We can get a similar book from Torchline and compare."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight we're always running scared but holding knives
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for? what i am, or what i'm not?
“Unless they’re magical…” He trails off as he pauses so she can slip off his back. He leans into the kiss to his cheek, metal hand running along her arm as she departs to kick at the sand and Varus picks a space a bit further away and closer to the Miana to do the same. “Hope the ride wasn’t too bumpy.” He teases her with a soft laugh, turning his attention to the sand where his boot scuffs through it to try and find anything of note.
As for Halo, though, there’s a hum of delight that slips from his throat. “Yes. I’ve always wondered what kinds of traditions spilled over.” He says, dropping to a knee in the sand to run his hand through the edge, pulling up a rock instead of a piece of glass. Tossing it into the pool, he looks back at Isla. “I imagine the things we’ll find now will have erased us…” The Ascended, that is. “When before we were quite involved with a lot of things. Would be fun to kind of see what’s changed.” Or heartbreaking. Whichever. “Oh, how much glass do you need?” He asks curiously, turning his attention back down to the sand, both hands now running through it in search of anything.
tell me mother, which should i regret? what i became, or what i didn't?
