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"No one gives a shit about a nobody.
People don't see a nobody, people don't remember a nobody.
They forget a nobody. Because to them, a nobody didn't matter in the first place.
I'm that nobody. And it's perfectly fine with me, you see.
Let them underestimate me."[/glow]
A Perfect Circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums
Jac[[glow=blue]
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]uez [[glow=blue]
"Jazz"[/glow]
] Rou[[glow=blue]
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[ Gender: [glow=blue]
♂[/glow]
] [ Age: [glow=blue]
24[/glow]
] [ Residency: [glow=blue]
Underground[/glow]
]
[ [glow=blue]
The Black Jackal[/glow]
]
A master thief, a swift killer, a shadow, a wealthy man's worst nightmare.
A man of many names and faces, a flash of a blade in the night and splatter of blood, a reason to your broken locks and missing diamonds. The Black Jackal is no ordinary petty thief, but a man to be taken into serious notion. He is a threat to the citizens of The Sky and The Land, to their personal safety and valuables. Make sure your door is locked before you go to sleep. Hide your treasures. Sleep with a weapon under your pillow.
Not that any of it is going to help you, though...
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Notorious, ruthless, cunning. These are the words that are used to describe the infamous Black Jackal -- the master thief of Golden City. He is an enigma, shrouded in shadows and mystery, evoking fear and unease within the denizens. He is the reason why people install multiple locks in their doors, hide their riches and sleep with a gun under their pillows. Nothing scares more than the fear of the unknown. And that is what the Black Jackal is; the unknown. No one knows what he actually looks like, because he always wears that signature black jackal mask over his face and a hood that covers his head. He could be
anyone among us; your friend, your neighbor, your teacher, your father, your regular customer. You could be talking to him daily and you would never know.
This mystery is exactly what has made the citizens of Golden City make their own stories of him, just to make him seem more human. He is said to be a man of great power and intellect, someone with much wealth that buys himself around the city to cover his tracks, lives somewhere in The Sky they say. Someone with lot of experience and wisdom, probably in his forties or fifties even. He must have even the Nobles dancing on his palm, as the Black Jackal must be a very charismatic and influential man; how else would he remain hidden? All people know for sure about the Black Jackal is that he is unpredictable and dangerous, and scarily good at what he does. No target is out of his reach, no lock a challenge, no guard an obstacle.
Nothing and
no one will stop the Black Jackal. What the Black Jackal wants, the Black Jackal
gets.
It is known that the Black Jackal leaves destruction in his wake. His methods sometimes seem almost questionable and reckless, as if he would have improvised everything and by some miracle, whatever crazy he did ends up working anyway. But surely it must not be the case, it is not like one manages to break into a high security bank, take down dozens of guards, avoid alarm systems and traps and by sheer luck, somehow manage to walk out with barely a scratch with the treasures. He
must know what he is doing, his jobs are too professional. The Black Jackal has killed several people in the past during his heists, and is known for specializing in handguns, knives and swords, and because of his tendency to try and not leave anyone alive to tell the tale, the survivors are scarce. There are a handful of men who have stood against the Black Jackal and lived, and all of them say the same;
"When he cut me up, he was laughing the whole time. Like a goddamn maniac! Laughing! What kind of man laughs while he mutilates another man's face?"
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Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
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o[/glow]
]nality ]
[ [glow=blue]
Impulsive & Reckless[/glow] ]
[glow=blue]
"Honestly? I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I just wing it most of the time."[/glow]
Meeting the Black Jackal, the
real Black Jackal, will shatter all the images you might have had about him. If you were waiting for a middle-aged charismatic man with many secrets and endless knowledge in thieving, plans with backup plans and careful scouter... you are going to be
really disappointed. The Black Jackal is the complete opposite. Jacquez Roux, or as he prefers to be called, Jazz, is a young man with deeply burning passions and quick wit that tends to make last second decisions. He is very impulsive, and his plans tend to be very vague. Let's just say that if Jazz is a natural in something, it is improvising. He more than often leaves everything up to fate and tries to fill in the gaps as he goes. His ideas and entrances have the tendency to be very flamboyant, not to mention absolutely insane at times, and if it was anyone else, they would have probably gotten caught long ago. But somehow, Jazz makes whatever he does work. Maybe he just simply is one lucky son of a bitch. Or, maybe, by some chance, he is fooling everyone all along and he actually has planned everything in perfect detail? It is honestly hard to tell. Either he is crazy or brilliant. Possibly bit of both.
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Cunning & Resourceful[/glow] ]
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"I'm a mediocre being, a bit cunning."[/glow]
One thing the rumors about the Black Jackal that people have gotten right is, despite what the first impression would hint, that he is actually pretty smart lad. Jazz is quick witted and ready worded, and he knows how to play people, often referring to himself as a
'people person'. He relies on the fact that he is born a Rat, letting people believe that he is nothing else and nothing more, and never will be. Yeah, he often pretends he is more stupid than he actually is. It is a great act of cleverness to being able to conceal one is being clever. Who would even think for an one serious moment that someone as insignificant as a Rat from the Underground could be the infamous Black Jackal? A prostitute's bastard, a poor drug addict doomed to die in the dark alleys by breathing the smog of the Underground? What a folly! Jazz also might have or might have not participated himself in spreading some of the baseless rumors about the Black Jackal around the city. His cunning is unmatched and height of his cleverness almost terrifying in its own brilliant way. One of the reasons how he manages to improvise his way out of many tricky situations is also his ability to be ultimately resourceful. Jazz knows how to take in his surroundings and use them to his advantages in the most imaginative ways. These are also part of the reasons how some of the craziest stories about the Black Jackal's antics have come to be. And it is usually the most craziest ones that end up being true.
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Sarcastic & Blunt[/glow] ]
[glow=blue]
"I'm not insulting you. I'm describing you."[/glow]
Jazz is the guy who often is described of being tactless and brash. His sense of humor is dry and vulgar, and he swears so much that it makes a sailor blush. His brutal honesty manifests itself in sarcastic commentary, and he has the tendency to take the cat out of the bag and notify everyone of the elephant in the room. If he is tired of someone's shit, he lets them know. When girls get too bitchy, Jazz informs them about it and holds the record in getting slapped many times in one night in the bar he regulates. (Also one of the reasons why he does not get laid too often.) He has absolutely zero problems in addressing the problem straightforwardly as it is, making people with more tact often cringe. It is not like Jazz does not know how to be more subtle, he just simply does not give a shit about bothering to be. This is a reason why Jazz does not make many friends, as it has the habit to rather put people off. But it is an ensured way to make sure the friends he does make are
real ones.
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Sultry & Unscrupulous[/glow] ]
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"Mm, you know, you're just my type. What? Last week I claimed I liked gingers but you're blonde? When did I ever say that is any kind of obstacle, love?"[/glow]
Jazz has an insatiable sex drive. He would probably take your grandmother home with him if he could and no one else offered to leave the bar with him. He is a natural flirt and very smooth with pickup lines, though tends to flirt more for the fun of it rather than to actually trying to get into someone's pants. But hey, if someone responds positively, it is a win anyway. Under certain...
influences, Jazz has the tendency to become very touchy feely with the people around him, and it is already bad when he does not seem to understand the meaning of
'personal space' while completely sober. When it comes down to partners, the Black Jackal is not very picky and rather takes what he gets. He is rumored to be a great lover, and it is true. That is quite given, as you tend to pick up a thing or two when you are born to a prostitute and have lived most of your life in a whore house. Sex is something that Jazz has no problems about speaking openly, and has the habit of offering too much information about. His understanding about chastity is pretty much nonexistent, and as a romantic tool, sex means very little to him. It is just a physical act and good fun when both parties are willing. Just because Jazz sleeps with you, you should not expect a romance to bloom. You are just going to get your heart broken. He does one night stands, and leaves in the morning. You see, he does not
make love. He
fucks. There is a distinct difference. For Jazz, the meaning of
love died long time ago.
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Unpredictable & Intimidating[/glow] ]
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"What a pretty face you have! Shame if something happened to it..."[/glow]
There is something a little unnerving about Jazz. The way he moves, the little twitches of his fingers, the way he looks at you, the way he walks and talks. Something about him just always seems a little... off. Mostly he seems pretty harmless kind of fellow. He smiles and laughs, makes casual jokes and flirts, like any normal young man would. Everything should be perfectly fine and dandy, there is nothing that should make anyone wary of him when it comes to logic. It is not like he has done anything to you, probably. But still, your instincts tell you to be cautious, for whatever reason. And it is a very healthy decision that will keep you out of harms way, if you are smart enough. You see, Jazz has had a little...
problem for few years now. He is dealing with it in his own way, but he has some bad days and bad moments. Jazz has a severe drug problem. The chemicals in his brain make him sometimes do weird decisions, laugh a little bit too loud or a little bit too long, smile just a bit too wide, stare at you a bit too intensely and tad bit too long with those full blown pupils. When Jazz is high in whatever he has put in his system to get by another day, he becomes unpredictable and dangerous. Whenever he has withdrawals, he becomes unpredictable and dangerous, and very, very irritated. He is known for suddenly to point a blade at someone's throat or a gun at their head. His methods to taking down people in his way are sometimes cruel and like the work of a madman. He has mutilated the faces of men, cut off ears, carved his initials 'BJ' into someone's skin while joking about blowjobs. He has shot men for saying the wrong thing and for less. With Jazz, you can never be quite sure what he is going to do next, and if he is ever your friend or foe. How exactly his loyalty works is a mystery, or if he ever even had any in the first place.
[ [glow=blue]
Elusive & Vague[/glow] ]
[glow=blue]
"Why are we talking about me, anyway? Let's focus on you instead. You're much more interesting. C'mon now love, tell me about your exciting day!"[/glow]
One will quickly learn that Jazz is not the type that likes to talk about himself. In fact, he avoids it like the plague, always eager to direct the conversation away from him to something else whenever he feels the questions start getting too personal. Much like the jackal, Jazz is very secretive and elusive by nature, and he is quite good at distracting his conversation partners. He likes to keep the conversation topics inane and lighthearted if possible, and not think about his own problems. He is the master in avoiding reality and responsibilities, a skill that is perfected within years. For someone with such a fucked up background as his, that is simply a way of coping. He has managed to avoid stopping to take a good look at his life so far, so why break the good streak. Not that anyone really cares anyway, he is just a Rat. His value as a human being is and never will be on par with the Landers, or with the Foetuses that he despises so much. No one gives a shit about an Undergrounder. The best way to keep his mind off all the crap is a to keep himself busy with his hedonist life style. As long as he is high on drugs, alcohol, sex, a well performed job,
anything, he will be fine.
Count the bodies like sheep
Count the bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Count the bodies like sheep
[ B[[glow=blue]
i[/glow]
]ography ]
Jacquez Roux was a boy meant to lead a miserable, harsh life the moment he was born. He was brought out to the world from the womb of a prostitute, never knowing his father, and living in poverty of the Underground. Thankfully the whore house where Jazz spent most of his childhood and adolescence, he was with some luck as they did take care of their employees and whatever offspring they might have had by providing them with filtered air indoors and gas masks for moving outside. That is the reason why Jazz did not develop a severe lung problem that would hindrance him today and get him killed young, though he does get out of breath easily like a smoker if he exercises too much.
Born as a Rat in the Underground, every day was a struggle, lucky with clean air or not. The world under the earth's crust is a lawless place where a dog eats dog. Jazz's mother's income was never assured, and getting safe edible food was always a challenge and having a constant source of clean water was always a little personal miracle. Little Jazz learned the ways of a scavenger from young, joining in with the gangs of other prostitute children and picking up scraps from trash and eventually, pickpocketing the careless ones. More than often when he was small, he would get caught and badly beaten by the angry victims, and he has the scars to prove it. But Jazz would always stand up back again and continue fighting for his right to live, no matter how miserable his life might have been seen by others. It was the only one he knew.
As he grew up, Jazz had picked up tricks here and there. He joined new gangs, broadened his skills and lead the life of your regular Underground teenage thug. He robbed another brothel's strongbox the first time when he was thirteen, and spent all the money in cheap alcohol. He shot a man first time when he was fifteen. Jazz still remembers exactly how the man looked like, and it still haunts his dreams sometimes. He started doing drugs the first time he was sixteen. He lost his mother to an unknown lethal disease at the age of nineteen. He bribed his way out of the Underground and breathed clean air first time when he was twenty. He became the infamous Black Jackal by the age of twenty-two and has held the title ever since.
Despite his reputation as a master thief that has obviously gotten him well-off, Jazz refuses to leave his residence from The Underground and buy himself a permanent residence into The Land. In fact, by now he could probably buy himself a permanent residence into The Sky. But no, Jazz believes that once a Rat, always a Rat; he has no place elsewhere, ever. They would pick him out of the rest quickly if he did, and if he remains as an Underground denizen, he will attract far less attention to himself than he would as someone living in The Sky or in The Land. Jazz prefers to play smart, and he likes living. He likes living a
lot. This is why he only occasionally comes up to have a breath of fresh air, meet up with few people, have a heist or two and relieve some from their riches.
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
[ Oc[[glow=blue]
c[/glow]
]upation ]
Jazz is an Undergrounder. In The Underground, the smart ones do not ask questions and do not tattle. Not if they want to see another day. Pretty much everyone is doing something illegal or has done something illegal, but that is just the way it is. Jazz does not have an official occupation, because under the earth's crust, there is no need for pretense. The Inquisition or anyone else, they do not suspect the Rats for anything else than petty crimes and fighting among themselves for the scraps of food and water. They won't be caring enough to look into them that much. However, Jazz had made sure that he has the miner's clothing and tools in his house just for the show. So if anyone asks, he mines coal for a living. Otherwise, his thieving side-job he gets him by more than enough.
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
[ Relationsh[[glow=blue]
i[/glow]
]ps ]
None so far. Hit me up if you have any ideas!
I’ll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you…
Isolate and save you from yourself …
[ Oth[[glow=blue]
e[/glow]
]r ]
[ [glow=blue]
Appearance[/glow] ]
Jazz stands six foot and two inches tall and has a slender but masculine figure. He has toned muscle around his abdomen and arms, strong wide shouldered back and thin waist. His complexion is pale from spending most of his life Underground and getting too little exposure to sun. His hair is naturally dark in color with a bit ashen shade and wavy, buzzed short from the sides and left with a long mohawk that is dyed in deep indigo color. His eyes are blue and harbor this lazy looking half-lidded expression by default, like he would be always a bit dazed. Jazz sleeps pretty poorly, so his eyes are often rimmed with a little sickly looking dark circles of an insomniac. His face has two visible scars, on his left eyebrow and on the right side of his lip from brutal fist fights. The right auricle of his ear is missing a little piece due to a knife fight years back. There is a silver nose ring on the left side of his nostril, and his earlobes are pierced. His arms are tattooed with rather simple one-colored designs near his elbows. Jazz prefers comfortable clothing that is easy to move in and that suit his style. Usually something simple like a button up, and slacks with suspenders and combat boots. Sometimes a coat or a vest to go along with it, but Jazz rarely bothers 'fancying up' so to speak. But when he dresses up as the Black Jackal,
he goes all out. After all,
dramatic is a big part of his character and helps to keep his reputation up.
[ [glow=blue]
Addiction[/glow] ]
As mentioned prior, Jazz has a severe drug addiction. He is a polydrug abuser, and takes whatever he can get as long as it gets him high, but he is smart enough to regulate his dozes to avoid over-dozing. Jazz has accidentally O.D'd himself couple of times in the past, and neither of those trips were good ones. But he is the one who learns from his mistakes, and nowadays he just wants to keep a nice buzz going and get high as hell on his day offs, maybe have a good shag on the side. It is what makes sure that Jazz can go on another day and does not make his life feel as miserable as it is in actuality. He just wants to forget most of the time. Is it too much to ask?
[ [glow=blue]
The Black Jackal Mask[/glow] ]
While disguised as the notorious Black Jackal, Jazz always wears a gas mask in the shape of a
black jackal that can be linked into a
small oxygen intake bottle. The mask has a voice distortion built into it, and it makes his voice sound very low and robotic. He would put Darth Vader in shame with that, minus the labored breathing sounds.
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Pictures[/glow] ]
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Credits:
Art: ribkadory from deviantArt