Post by Ϟ Scar ϟ on Jan 10, 2013 5:41:21 GMT -6
~Name~ Jack Ross
~Aliases~ Drifter
~Age~ 48
~Gender~ Male
~Species~ Human
~Alignment~ Neutral
~Canon or Original~ Original
~Date of Birth~ Unknown
~Place of Birth~ Earth
~Character Voice~ Link
~Character Theme~ Link
~Physical Appearance~
~Special Abilities~
~Super Strength~
~ Super Speed~
~Enhanced Reflexes~
~Expert Marksman~
~Elite Combat Training~
~Gun Smith~
~Weapons~
~Dual Smith & Wesson 500 Magnum Revolver~ The Smith and Wesson 500 Caliber Revolver is one of the strongest pistols known to man. Jack has modified the bullets of the gun to be high explosive, armor piercing rounds. The bullets themselves are made from tungsten. The gun is semi-auto allowing Jack to fire off the six shots in quick succession.
~Hunting Shotgun~ The hunting shotgun is a simple scattergun. It uses powerful 12 gauge shotgun rounds andit can hold up to five bullets at max. It is also pump action, making it a bit slower than some shotguns but it has a greater range then most. And as typical of any shotgun, the further away a target, the less damage it does. These types of shotguns are best for hunting animals or other creatures in general but they can deal quite a bit of damage to a normal human, it can even be fatal at times.
~Bowie Knife~ A bowie knife is like any other knife in existence, except for it’s increased size. The bowie knife is a total o seven inches long and are usually quite sharp.
~History~
Jack was born in a simple farm and lived with his mama and papa until about the age of five. His mama had gotten cancer and shortly died from it. Then he was raised by his papa, who was the sheriff and loved western movies so he went to work dressed as a cowboy and made his son do the same. When not at school, Jack had to his pap’s farm, which was tough work, but it made him more alert, stronger and faster than most boys were. It also helped him increase his ability to use a gun from having to either kill animals or scare them off it they tried to attack the farm. This was normal life for him, get up, tend to the farm, go to school, get home, tend to the farm and then go to bed. Ile it might of seen a bit harsh to put on a teen it did do Jack some good in the long run. He was the most in shape at school, letting him pass his physical education tests faster then most. And when people went over the wild west in history he knew everything there was to know because of his papa.
At about the age of twenty, Jack was getting his share from all of the work he was doing from his papa, making it his first job. Like his dad, Jack was interested in western themed attire and well everything about it. He was becoming an excellent shot as well, and he took gun smith classes allowing him to maintain his guns as well as make ammunition. His papa thought it was overkill to have armor piercing, high explosive bullets and having two of the same pistols, but that was the only thing Jack didn’t listen to his dad about. And on a normal day, he was tending to the herd and saw something odd, it didn’t look like a normal coyote, it looked bigger and coyotes weren’t usually black. So Jack grabbed his gear and went off after it. However he saw it disappear into a weird blue light and he decided to check it out, what he didn’t know is that once the blue light detected you, you were sucked into it.
He woke up in a desert wasteland. Dead shrubs, trees could be seen for miles with no sign of any city or home. His gear made up of his dad’s clothes, because most of his clothes were dirty at the time, a water jug and a few bags of beef jerky for if he got stranded somewhere. And which indeed he was stranded, where, when and why he had no idea. For the first day he set up a small camp and would set off in the morning to see if there was anyone else out there. But he couldn’t sleep well at night, he kept hearing odd noises. When he got up in the morning he set out north, because well everyone went north when they were lost, for some reason that he didn’t know anyway. He journeyed about five miles before a creature popped out of the sand, it was quite heavy and made him slam against the desert floor. But before it had a chance to eat him, he put a bullet into it. It looked like one of the baby graboids from the movie tremors. The sight of it make him freak out a bit and he quickly ran from the area to make sure nothing else would try to kill him.
After a good five years of travelling, now having to drink water shoveled a couple feet from under the ground and eating various animals and monsters alike, Jack saw something in the distance. It was a giant tower, it could have been a couple hundred feet tall, but it was a welcoming sight. Something man-made after the fiv long years of nothing but dead shrubs. Of course, at this point Jack looked a bit gritty and a lot older than what he should of looked. He managed to cut off most of his beard and long hair with this knife, but he still looked odd. And once Jack arrived at the city, he passed out from the sheer joy. When he came to, he was in an inn. He was told that someone had decided to pay for his stay and was given a hot meal, a real hot meal, something he hadn’t had in the past five years.
The locals told him the creatures in the desert had always been there, that’s why no body lived on their own in the desert. Except for outlaws and other nasty folks they didn’t want to talk about. He was also told that their ancestors, who came their a couple hundred of years ago saw the same blue light. Of course people were surprised to see him, he wore the same clothes that their ancestors did and carried the same kind of weapons, aside from the .50 cal magnums. Jack settled in nicely, except that one day, the law, coming from the capitol, full of rich, fat people had decided to check out the news of a new comer in one of the twelve lower districts. And Jack didn’t take too kindly to having a gun pointed at him, saying he had to move on. He fought back by blowing the head off of the guy who did point a gun at him.
So now he was an outlaw and the law didn’t like being the law, they preferred being executioners and also hated anyone who killed one of their own. So Jack was forced to drift once again. He was given a map of the area and told to head to a place called, Red Fang. This town was filled full of resistance fighters and other people who didn’t like the law. So Jack decided to head there, a possible good place. He was told that it would probably take him another couple of years to get there, mainly because of how spread out the desert it. And after about another five years he made it, and was taken in quickly because news had already spread practically everywhere about him. And by that time, people had taken to calling him Drifter because he Drifter from place to place. And Jack didn’t really care about what he was called, as long as he had a place to sleep he was fine.
Jack took up random jobs, usually from the major which had him take out some targets of the resistance. But Jack didn’t give a crap about politics, just about a place to stay. This continued for a period of sixteen years, while Jack was about forty-six at the time he was in good physical health, just as about as he was at twenty when he first arrived. He was told that everything but age was slowed there, keeping him physically fit and because of the fact he had much more training and experience then anyone else he had the harder missions. Until one day the resistance had decided to make a final move against the law and with Jack as the mascot, people joined mainly because they were fans of the tales of the drifter. Which meant he was more a target than ever, forcing him to be more on a guard against mercenaries, or outlaws who needed the money for his head and the more jack was alive, the more bounty on him increased.
After a year and a half, the resistance had finally made its move on the Dark Tower, where the head of the law was hold up. To keep from a major blood bath, Jack and a few others were sent in as a stealth team to take out the head honcho. However they were ambushed and all but Jack were slaughtered. He was then taken to the leader to be personally tortured in hopes of discouraging the resistance. Though Jack managed to slip his hand out of one of the binds and brutally stabbed to the leader. After the battle, for the next half of a year, Jack took to wandering once more, as the entire country had unified and made cities in between. However on a day where he was travelling and caught mid battle, he was caught in a wave of energy, sending him to Genesis.
~Aliases~ Drifter
~Age~ 48
~Gender~ Male
~Species~ Human
~Alignment~ Neutral
~Canon or Original~ Original
~Date of Birth~ Unknown
~Place of Birth~ Earth
~Character Voice~ Link
~Character Theme~ Link
~Physical Appearance~
~Special Abilities~
~Super Strength~
~ Super Speed~
~Enhanced Reflexes~
~Expert Marksman~
~Elite Combat Training~
~Gun Smith~
~Weapons~
~Dual Smith & Wesson 500 Magnum Revolver~ The Smith and Wesson 500 Caliber Revolver is one of the strongest pistols known to man. Jack has modified the bullets of the gun to be high explosive, armor piercing rounds. The bullets themselves are made from tungsten. The gun is semi-auto allowing Jack to fire off the six shots in quick succession.
~Hunting Shotgun~ The hunting shotgun is a simple scattergun. It uses powerful 12 gauge shotgun rounds andit can hold up to five bullets at max. It is also pump action, making it a bit slower than some shotguns but it has a greater range then most. And as typical of any shotgun, the further away a target, the less damage it does. These types of shotguns are best for hunting animals or other creatures in general but they can deal quite a bit of damage to a normal human, it can even be fatal at times.
~Bowie Knife~ A bowie knife is like any other knife in existence, except for it’s increased size. The bowie knife is a total o seven inches long and are usually quite sharp.
~History~
Jack was born in a simple farm and lived with his mama and papa until about the age of five. His mama had gotten cancer and shortly died from it. Then he was raised by his papa, who was the sheriff and loved western movies so he went to work dressed as a cowboy and made his son do the same. When not at school, Jack had to his pap’s farm, which was tough work, but it made him more alert, stronger and faster than most boys were. It also helped him increase his ability to use a gun from having to either kill animals or scare them off it they tried to attack the farm. This was normal life for him, get up, tend to the farm, go to school, get home, tend to the farm and then go to bed. Ile it might of seen a bit harsh to put on a teen it did do Jack some good in the long run. He was the most in shape at school, letting him pass his physical education tests faster then most. And when people went over the wild west in history he knew everything there was to know because of his papa.
At about the age of twenty, Jack was getting his share from all of the work he was doing from his papa, making it his first job. Like his dad, Jack was interested in western themed attire and well everything about it. He was becoming an excellent shot as well, and he took gun smith classes allowing him to maintain his guns as well as make ammunition. His papa thought it was overkill to have armor piercing, high explosive bullets and having two of the same pistols, but that was the only thing Jack didn’t listen to his dad about. And on a normal day, he was tending to the herd and saw something odd, it didn’t look like a normal coyote, it looked bigger and coyotes weren’t usually black. So Jack grabbed his gear and went off after it. However he saw it disappear into a weird blue light and he decided to check it out, what he didn’t know is that once the blue light detected you, you were sucked into it.
He woke up in a desert wasteland. Dead shrubs, trees could be seen for miles with no sign of any city or home. His gear made up of his dad’s clothes, because most of his clothes were dirty at the time, a water jug and a few bags of beef jerky for if he got stranded somewhere. And which indeed he was stranded, where, when and why he had no idea. For the first day he set up a small camp and would set off in the morning to see if there was anyone else out there. But he couldn’t sleep well at night, he kept hearing odd noises. When he got up in the morning he set out north, because well everyone went north when they were lost, for some reason that he didn’t know anyway. He journeyed about five miles before a creature popped out of the sand, it was quite heavy and made him slam against the desert floor. But before it had a chance to eat him, he put a bullet into it. It looked like one of the baby graboids from the movie tremors. The sight of it make him freak out a bit and he quickly ran from the area to make sure nothing else would try to kill him.
After a good five years of travelling, now having to drink water shoveled a couple feet from under the ground and eating various animals and monsters alike, Jack saw something in the distance. It was a giant tower, it could have been a couple hundred feet tall, but it was a welcoming sight. Something man-made after the fiv long years of nothing but dead shrubs. Of course, at this point Jack looked a bit gritty and a lot older than what he should of looked. He managed to cut off most of his beard and long hair with this knife, but he still looked odd. And once Jack arrived at the city, he passed out from the sheer joy. When he came to, he was in an inn. He was told that someone had decided to pay for his stay and was given a hot meal, a real hot meal, something he hadn’t had in the past five years.
The locals told him the creatures in the desert had always been there, that’s why no body lived on their own in the desert. Except for outlaws and other nasty folks they didn’t want to talk about. He was also told that their ancestors, who came their a couple hundred of years ago saw the same blue light. Of course people were surprised to see him, he wore the same clothes that their ancestors did and carried the same kind of weapons, aside from the .50 cal magnums. Jack settled in nicely, except that one day, the law, coming from the capitol, full of rich, fat people had decided to check out the news of a new comer in one of the twelve lower districts. And Jack didn’t take too kindly to having a gun pointed at him, saying he had to move on. He fought back by blowing the head off of the guy who did point a gun at him.
So now he was an outlaw and the law didn’t like being the law, they preferred being executioners and also hated anyone who killed one of their own. So Jack was forced to drift once again. He was given a map of the area and told to head to a place called, Red Fang. This town was filled full of resistance fighters and other people who didn’t like the law. So Jack decided to head there, a possible good place. He was told that it would probably take him another couple of years to get there, mainly because of how spread out the desert it. And after about another five years he made it, and was taken in quickly because news had already spread practically everywhere about him. And by that time, people had taken to calling him Drifter because he Drifter from place to place. And Jack didn’t really care about what he was called, as long as he had a place to sleep he was fine.
Jack took up random jobs, usually from the major which had him take out some targets of the resistance. But Jack didn’t give a crap about politics, just about a place to stay. This continued for a period of sixteen years, while Jack was about forty-six at the time he was in good physical health, just as about as he was at twenty when he first arrived. He was told that everything but age was slowed there, keeping him physically fit and because of the fact he had much more training and experience then anyone else he had the harder missions. Until one day the resistance had decided to make a final move against the law and with Jack as the mascot, people joined mainly because they were fans of the tales of the drifter. Which meant he was more a target than ever, forcing him to be more on a guard against mercenaries, or outlaws who needed the money for his head and the more jack was alive, the more bounty on him increased.
After a year and a half, the resistance had finally made its move on the Dark Tower, where the head of the law was hold up. To keep from a major blood bath, Jack and a few others were sent in as a stealth team to take out the head honcho. However they were ambushed and all but Jack were slaughtered. He was then taken to the leader to be personally tortured in hopes of discouraging the resistance. Though Jack managed to slip his hand out of one of the binds and brutally stabbed to the leader. After the battle, for the next half of a year, Jack took to wandering once more, as the entire country had unified and made cities in between. However on a day where he was travelling and caught mid battle, he was caught in a wave of energy, sending him to Genesis.
