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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but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
It starts off as an easy walk, his arm looped with Isla’s, the moon casting down overhead, and an easy mood that settles into his mind that relaxes his shoulders, picking the trail to the woodlands with idle chatter between them. “You know, I used to run through the woods here when I was young. We’d have battles, branch swords to stab each other as we jumped from tree to tree.” He hums with a laugh, squinting through the branches as if he can imagine whether or not he can see just how much it’s changed.
He takes a deep breath he doesn’t need, stepping over a fallen log and offering his arm for her to balance herself as she goes to do the same. “The trees are a lot different though. Changed because of the barrier I think, not just the centuries.” He squints, before he snorts, flashing Isla a fanged smile as he picks the trail up again.
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"Battles? Primed for violence even as a youth, huh?" Isla grins at him as they stroll together, moonlight streaming through the trees and colouring her fair hair silver where it touches. "Here I was thinking you'd be a cutesy little bookworm." Nudging him playfully, she accepts his help so she might step over the log, hopping down and pressing onward.
Isla actually thinks he probably was a cutesy little bookworm behind closed doors, leaning into him comfortably as they continue to walk. "Mm? I had heard that," she agrees, a bit more solemnly. "The barrier caused a lot of things to go haywire. Animals, plantlife..." She shakes her head. "Maybe now that it's down, the woods can recover."
but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
“Oh, don’t be fooled, I absolutely was.” He hums with a laugh. “Get all scraped up, go home, sit in front of the fire with my bandages and a book to nurse my wounds.” He says with an air of nostalgia, his metal hand rising to clasp at his chest as if it were a feeling he continued to try and chase. In a way, it was.
His arm remains wrapped around hers, the two of them nestled close as they continue to walk. “I heard…” He pauses with a hum of thought. “Squirrels with three eyes, six legged deer… All strange.” He comments offhandedly before he’s pausing as he hears a rustling in the leaves nearby. “I hope it does.” It’s quieter as he tilts his head in the direction of the sound he’s heard, a mischevious grin spreading across his face.
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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.
"How adorable," Isla coos to him, grinning across at him and leaning in to drop a kiss against his shoulder, before she's focusing back on the forestry trail. "Well, if you ever want to battle here in the woods again, there are plenty of books back at home, though I'm afraid curling up by the fire might cause a few issues." Mostly in the instant death department; Isla might be a doctor, but she's not that good.
She nods in agreement with his appraisal of the sorts of things that had roamed the woodlands behind the barrier, pausing with him though she's not sure what the rustling might be. "Mm, I hope so too... what's up? Find anything interesting?" She asks, nudging him a bit. The mischief on his face is an indication that there's shitfuckery in their future, and Isla is here for it.
but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
Her cooing sparks a huff of a laugh from the Ascended, a fanged grin of amusement shot her way at the kiss pressed to his shoulder. “Hm, I think you’re right.” About the fire, of course, but he does give her a considering look – his freehand rising to scratch at the scruff on his face before it drops and he tilts his head toward her. “Guess you’ll have to do.” It’s cheeky and quite dorky, but Varus sticks with it regardless.
Until of course, there’s a sound in the trees that rustle, one that has him pausing to try and evaluate what may be causing such a sound.
Truthfully, it’s the last thing he needs. “I…” He trails off, before he’s standing still as he can – which is quite easy given the whole Ascension thing and not needing to breathe – because suddenly something drops on his shoulder – coiling and curling, cold and smooth and he slowly lifts his head to spy the snake that’s decided that he might make a decent perch, its tongue poking out as it slowly continues to lower itself until it’s draped across his shoulders as if he was made for it. “Well that explains it.” He comments, raising a brow over to Isla, something mischievous crossing his gaze.
