Post by Jackson Andrew Jordan on Dec 6, 2012 11:14:09 GMT -5
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JACKSON ANDREW JORDaNTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Jackson Andrew Jordan
Nickname(s): He usually goes by Jack, but he doesn't really care. People call him Jackson, sometimes Andy or Andrew. JJ too. On account of his initials...
Canon/Original/Adoptable: Site Canon
Birthday/Place of Birth: November 18th (32yrs) Morrison, Colorado
Current Residence: Heading up into the Rocky Mountains
Family: He has plenty of family all over the U.S. but he doesn't know who is still alive. He knows for sure his ex-wife is alive. her name is Layla (Jordan) Dallas.[/left]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 6'3"
Body type: This man is a giant. Big. Like bursting with muscles everywhere big.
Skin tone: Tawny
Eye color: Light blue
Hair color and typical style: Blonde and unruly. Its growing out from a high and tight so right now its sort of longer on top than the back. He usually has a whiskered face too because that five 'o' clock shadow just grows back as soon as he shaves it off.
Played By: Chris Hemsworth
Special Markings : He was never really into the tattoos or piercing thing but he's got scars. Oh hell yeah he does. Mostly inside of him but one real nasty one in his thigh and one on his chest where those bullets got him.
My Style: It used to be all camouflage but now it's mostly jeans and tee-shirts. Some plaid button-downs too and shit-kickers on his feet. [/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes:
coffee
whiskey
country music (don't tell anyone!)
running
his country. Well, he used to anyway.
Dislikes:
goddam zombies
his ex-wife, Layla
that bastard that called himself a brother (the one that stole his woman)
his limp
What was/is your characters dream/goals: Well taking care of his wife and having a family one; but that all went to shit, didn't it? Serving his country was number two, but damn, he can barely keep himself alive right now.
Fears: It happened. Losing his family and getting kicked out of the Corps. Not really kicked out but same diff.[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality : Jackson is a good man, first of all. He's proud and loving and giving and for the most part, patient. Things have been weighing him down though; the military discharge, Layla and the baby...he tries to stay positive and do what he has to do to keep them all safe but sometimes he just wants to scale the mountain and scream until his lungs give out.
Jack is wounded inside but he'll get over it. What's that saying? Every storm runs out of rain just like every heart ache fades away? Whatever. The man can't help but being gruff toward his ex, though. He just...damn. Deep down he knows he still cares but right now he can't stand the woman.
Strengths :
Military Training --
- hand-to-hand combat
- weapons including guns, blades, and batons.
- basic survival knowledge
He has a little bit of a limp but it doesn't take away from his size and brute strength
Sound of mind
Patience and the ability to separate himself from a situation in order to safely escape
Weaknesses :
Layla
his limp
whiskey
the baby that's not his
Habits : he yells at Layla sometimes
he runs his hands through his hair when he's thinking, stressing, hell, all the time.
Flaws: : His scars, of course. The inside ones as well as the those on his skin. That bullet in his leg left him with a limp, too.[/right]
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
I don't mean to beat a dead horse but this guy has been athletic since he was a kid. He's huge, but he can move fast and like a freight train and his fists can feel as hard as one slamming into if you make him angry enough.
Jack was in the Marine Corps, which means, well...he's a bad ass. He knows how to kill a man with his bear hands and make a head shot from a pretty decent distance. He can walk until the soles of his shit-kickers wear out and then just keep on going. Don't even get me started on his skill with a k-bar. [/left]
We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Jack was an average child born into a loving family in teh foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
A naturally happy child, Jackson had a sunny disposition and even from an early age had the desire to help those around him.
He was athletic; playing as many sports as he could from the time he was able to kick or toss a ball.
The strapping and happy child grew into a well liked, good-looking teenager and in high school he was not only a quarter back, but class president and valedictorian too. Did I mention prom king? (groan)
Though offered many scholarships due to his grade point average as well as his athletic ability, the giving young man could not ignore the intense desire to help his fellow man and despite his parent's dismay; he joined the USMC right after graduation.
Jack wanted to be a grunt on the front lines but his ASVAB score was so high the recruiters talked him into a more suitable area for his wits and skill as an aviation electronics technician working on F-18 and FLIR.
Separated from his family and stationed on a base in South Carolina, Jack went through a sort of depression for a while; he was proud to serve his country, but always second-guessing his decision.
It was a ray of sunshine named Layla that helped pull the man out of his funk. The young couple fell in love swiftly and intensely, marrying less than one year after their first date.
She was beautiful and all he'd ever expected in a soul mate and the only woman he could ever imagine giving him a yard full of kids.
The couple was happy and deeply mad about one another and immediately went to work making that big family.
It took a few years but finally the couple was blessed with the expectation of a child.
Layla was frail, and though she wanted the baby more than anything, it was not enough to carry the child to full term.
With heartbreak intense enough to make the heavens weep, the baby was lost and it was nearly the undoing of both Jack and Layla.
To deal with the pain Jackson threw himself into his work and his duty.
The world was falling into a bad place. During his military career Jack eventually did get to those front lines; getting shipped overseas for his contract deployment but remaining when the shit in the middle east exploded.
Fighting beside his brothers, Jack learned what true dedication and loyalty meant. He fought with all of his heart and soul, but one bullet just to the left of his heart and one in the leg nearly killed him.
Jack spent months in the hospital out there. They were too afraid to move him. Layla stayed back home but that was best, wasn't it? It was too dangerous out there...
Though he made it through the surgeries like a champion and healed, no matter how much kicking and arguing that he could still fight with his brothers worked, and he was sent home with an honorable discharge from the service.
The disappointment the proud young man felt was crushing, but it was not over yet.
Layla, it seemed, was not as dedicated or in love as he had been. The absence had not made her heart grow fonder but pushed her away. She met him at the port in Savannah, Ga and her belly was swollen with another child though he had been overseas for 18 months. The baby she carried was fathered by a so-called brother; a fellow marine. One that he knew all too well.
Jack fell into a darkness he had never known.
Layla carried the baby to full term this time and delivered a healthy boy which she condescendingly named Andrew. Jack signed the divorce papers and vowed to never lay eyes on his namesake.
One of his wounds had left the man with a permanent limp and although he could work, he didn't. He sat around day after day in sweat pants and curing his hangovers with one bottle of whiskey after another.
The man had no reason to stay holed up in that house in the south. His life there was over. Actually, it had been stolen from him.
He had made arrangements to return to Colorado and was packing to leave on a jet when he received a frantic call from his ex-wife.
Through her panic Jack understood that the man she had replaced him with was trying to kill her and their baby.
After he hung up the phone the fleeting thought that it served her right drove him to keep packing, but as much as he hated the woman, he could not let her die, and throw his bags in the JEEP and went to her rescue.
Just like Layla had told him over the phone the Marine was crazy; foaming at the mouth and clawing the door he could hear his ex-wife and a baby crying behind.
The man turned on Jack who defended himself just like he'd been well train, but the other guy seemed oddly vacant and with only one mind set; to bite Jackson.
Jack finally too him out with a crushing blow to the temple and pounding his head into the glass top coffee table and then it was all about getting Layla and the baby to a safer location.
By this time however, panic had already seized the city and surrounding areas. Even the base was in an upheaval and with no other option to keep his ex and her child safe, Jack drove them to the airport and talked the panicky flight attendant into letting the three of them board. It seemed the madness had kept most of the would-be passengers away, anyway.
They landed at the airport in Broomfield, CO some hours later, but it seemed the chaos had trickled all the way across the country to his hometown.
There was panic everywhere and rumors of some kind of fatal epidemic turning people into monsters. During the chaos there no coordinated transportation, so Jack commandeered a vehicle in order to drive them to his parent's house.
They would not find safety there.
The home was crawling with the shuffling sick people.
Jack made the split-second decision. The mountains would be the safest place to wait it out.
Up into the Rockies they fled.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
If you thought you were gon' see something here, you were wishful thinking. Sorry. I'm too lazy and I dun have to. Maybe I'll edit something into here once his first post is up, yo.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Miz
Your Age: old enough
Other character(s) at STL: yeah, I got some.
Jack was an average child born into a loving family in teh foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
A naturally happy child, Jackson had a sunny disposition and even from an early age had the desire to help those around him.
He was athletic; playing as many sports as he could from the time he was able to kick or toss a ball.
The strapping and happy child grew into a well liked, good-looking teenager and in high school he was not only a quarter back, but class president and valedictorian too. Did I mention prom king? (groan)
Though offered many scholarships due to his grade point average as well as his athletic ability, the giving young man could not ignore the intense desire to help his fellow man and despite his parent's dismay; he joined the USMC right after graduation.
Jack wanted to be a grunt on the front lines but his ASVAB score was so high the recruiters talked him into a more suitable area for his wits and skill as an aviation electronics technician working on F-18 and FLIR.
Separated from his family and stationed on a base in South Carolina, Jack went through a sort of depression for a while; he was proud to serve his country, but always second-guessing his decision.
It was a ray of sunshine named Layla that helped pull the man out of his funk. The young couple fell in love swiftly and intensely, marrying less than one year after their first date.
She was beautiful and all he'd ever expected in a soul mate and the only woman he could ever imagine giving him a yard full of kids.
The couple was happy and deeply mad about one another and immediately went to work making that big family.
It took a few years but finally the couple was blessed with the expectation of a child.
Layla was frail, and though she wanted the baby more than anything, it was not enough to carry the child to full term.
With heartbreak intense enough to make the heavens weep, the baby was lost and it was nearly the undoing of both Jack and Layla.
To deal with the pain Jackson threw himself into his work and his duty.
The world was falling into a bad place. During his military career Jack eventually did get to those front lines; getting shipped overseas for his contract deployment but remaining when the shit in the middle east exploded.
Fighting beside his brothers, Jack learned what true dedication and loyalty meant. He fought with all of his heart and soul, but one bullet just to the left of his heart and one in the leg nearly killed him.
Jack spent months in the hospital out there. They were too afraid to move him. Layla stayed back home but that was best, wasn't it? It was too dangerous out there...
Though he made it through the surgeries like a champion and healed, no matter how much kicking and arguing that he could still fight with his brothers worked, and he was sent home with an honorable discharge from the service.
The disappointment the proud young man felt was crushing, but it was not over yet.
Layla, it seemed, was not as dedicated or in love as he had been. The absence had not made her heart grow fonder but pushed her away. She met him at the port in Savannah, Ga and her belly was swollen with another child though he had been overseas for 18 months. The baby she carried was fathered by a so-called brother; a fellow marine. One that he knew all too well.
Jack fell into a darkness he had never known.
Layla carried the baby to full term this time and delivered a healthy boy which she condescendingly named Andrew. Jack signed the divorce papers and vowed to never lay eyes on his namesake.
One of his wounds had left the man with a permanent limp and although he could work, he didn't. He sat around day after day in sweat pants and curing his hangovers with one bottle of whiskey after another.
The man had no reason to stay holed up in that house in the south. His life there was over. Actually, it had been stolen from him.
He had made arrangements to return to Colorado and was packing to leave on a jet when he received a frantic call from his ex-wife.
Through her panic Jack understood that the man she had replaced him with was trying to kill her and their baby.
After he hung up the phone the fleeting thought that it served her right drove him to keep packing, but as much as he hated the woman, he could not let her die, and throw his bags in the JEEP and went to her rescue.
Just like Layla had told him over the phone the Marine was crazy; foaming at the mouth and clawing the door he could hear his ex-wife and a baby crying behind.
The man turned on Jack who defended himself just like he'd been well train, but the other guy seemed oddly vacant and with only one mind set; to bite Jackson.
Jack finally too him out with a crushing blow to the temple and pounding his head into the glass top coffee table and then it was all about getting Layla and the baby to a safer location.
By this time however, panic had already seized the city and surrounding areas. Even the base was in an upheaval and with no other option to keep his ex and her child safe, Jack drove them to the airport and talked the panicky flight attendant into letting the three of them board. It seemed the madness had kept most of the would-be passengers away, anyway.
They landed at the airport in Broomfield, CO some hours later, but it seemed the chaos had trickled all the way across the country to his hometown.
There was panic everywhere and rumors of some kind of fatal epidemic turning people into monsters. During the chaos there no coordinated transportation, so Jack commandeered a vehicle in order to drive them to his parent's house.
They would not find safety there.
The home was crawling with the shuffling sick people.
Jack made the split-second decision. The mountains would be the safest place to wait it out.
Up into the Rockies they fled.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
If you thought you were gon' see something here, you were wishful thinking. Sorry. I'm too lazy and I dun have to. Maybe I'll edit something into here once his first post is up, yo.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Miz
Your Age: old enough
Other character(s) at STL: yeah, I got some.
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