JackAllan

Current form/size: Same as picture.

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What, exactly, is Jack, you may ask yourself upon meeting him. That, my friend, is not an easily answered question. In essence, Jack is a monster. A boogyman. A "bump in the night", so to speak. While what he is may be a difficult question to answer, what he appears to be is much simpler.



Jack: Jack appears to be a were-mutt. His bloodlines look as though they could be traced back to wolven anscestry, but that was a while back.

The first thing you're likely to notice about Jack is his size, which comes later. The second, will be his eyes. Quite simply, they glow. Bright, nuclear, tommyknocker green. They, more often than not, rest above an ear to ear, sadistic, gameshow-host-from-hell grin. But anyhow. On to the rest.

He stands, digitigrade, around 8' tall, give or take. His fur is a dark charcoal grey, almost black, except on his muzzle, throat, belly and crotch, where it's a lighter shade.

All over his body are dark orange slashes, down his sides, arms and legs, and along his tail. These slashes, some experts say, are meant to replicate the light cast by streetlamps, shining through the underbrush, where he sometimes lurks.

Long, shaggy orange hair trails down his back, falling just short of his tail base. It is often matted, and most of the time looks as though it's been put into "dredlocks"

His form ripples with enormous musculature, but it's simply for show. Jack's strength is not limited by physical boundries such as muscle and bone.

As for clothing, it can vary. Occasionally, he wears a tattered, black kilt, as it's the easiest thing to find that fits him. Other times, he simply wears nothing at all. It's all relevent to his mood, as he can simply "poof" himself into any kind of clothing he can imagine...which is usually very little, if any.

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Jack 2.0: This version of Jack is, in essence, everything that's horrible about him, intensified a thousand fold. He's weirder, more unpredictable, and far, far more dangerous.

Standing at roughly fifteen feet in height, he's very hard to miss. Basic colouring/markings are the same, except that the black parts of his fur seem to absorb light, and the orange parts glow with an eerie inner light.

The most noticable difference, however, would be the extra set of eyes, and the eerie nuclear green glow of his"inner flesh", i.e. his tongue, throat, insides, basically.

There IS a picture of him, after all.

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Jackie: Jackie resembles the normal Jack character, except his size has been reduced to about 5'1", his musculature is toned down a great deal, and he's way, way more effeminate.

Jackie is almost androgynous, to the point where he could get away with wearing girl's clothing and fool just about everyone. He occasionally DOES wear girls clothing, but it's rare, unless requested.

His personality remains much the same, he's a smart ass, he's a villain, and above all else, rather unhinged, mentally.

Jackie is a switch from the other Jack, as his prefs are basically opposite. He's mainly a bottom, submissive (if his partner can make him submit!), and is generally prey. He can and will pred in this form, but it's also rare.

Sexually, he's bi. And it's going to be rough, or he'll lose interest real fast.

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Mini-Jackie: Same as Jackie, but mouse sized. All prefs are switched, he's prey,and he like's bein' a toy.

Also, he's not poisonous to eat while Mini-Jack.

Now. If you've read this far, bravo.

Jack has a few gimmicky items he sometimes employs. The most prolific being a beat up old red chainsaw, which he's effectionately dubbed "Fran". He also, being a major halloweenie, occasionally has a few pumkins on hand, which he calls "Jack-o'lanterns". He may lob these at unsuspecting persons. These pumpkins usually contain something awful, such as snot and bugs. If Jack is feeling especially nice and un'Jack-like, he can be caught handing out candy. Not a frequent occurance.

The Basics of RP

Jack is, technically, not alive. He wasn't born, so he cannot die. He's not a "god-moder" either. Jack is generally non-combative. If someone wants a fight, he generally resorts to clever (in his own opinion, of course) and cutting remarks. He won't fight you. He doesn't need to.

And, being what he is, Jack has on hand a particularly strange kind of magic. He can, of course, change size at will, as well as preserve the life of a, oh, victim I suppose, for as long as he feels necessary. He can materialize pretty much anything he can imagine, weather it's real or rediculous, out of thin air. He is also, if the victim is willing, or requests it, able to remove and "absorb" the living soul. This can be fun. Most of the RP's Jack gets involved with are of the final nature. Reforming is cool, but unless otherwise specified, don't include it in the RP with him.

Now. Because Jack isn't alive, he's got a unique ability to take himself apart. Literally. He can remove pretty much any part of his body at any time. While he may look like he's a living organism, he doesn't have blood, per se. What he uses for blood is a glowing green ichor, similar to that of a Predator alien, or Spawn. He can lose as much of this as you can possibly imagine, and not be affected by it.

Jack is pred, for the most part. It's rare that he'll allow himself to be eaten, simply for the fact that he'd likely poison and kill whoever ate him, unintentionally.

Vore type: Mostly gorey rip and tear and horrifying stuff like that, allthough if the prey is small enough, he'll swallow it whole. And alive, if it makes it that long.

He does the sex thing, doesn't descriminate between sexes or species. But don't expect it to be kind lovey dovey sappy romantic crap. Jack is a monster, by reputation as well as by creation. Be prepared for violence and horror.

If I've missed anything, I'll be sure to add it when I get the chance. Until then, keep an eye on your closet, in the shadows, or under your bed. Because that's where Jack is.

Personality junk


My sense of humour tends to run towards the "make you groan and throw things" type, most often with really bad puns, which I find hilarious. To get a good idea of my personality, take any given Calvin and Hobbes comic strip, drop it in a blender with a bit of Beetlejuice, a dash of Bruce Campbell, a monstrous helping of Halloween, and top it off with a healthy mound of dark, demented lunacy. Then hit "frappe". That's me, in a blender.

Anyhow.

Cheers.