Name: "Caracal" or "Mad-Cat" Jack Fhérol
Age: 24 years
Ethnicity: German/English/Irish
Appearance: 5'7" and about 137 lbs. Short brown hair and hazel eyes, slightly tan. Scar below/under the corner of the left eye. Typically dresses in earthy/leathery colors(browns, creams, golds). Hooded black cloak with an embroidery of gold celtic crosses all around the edge of the fabric. Gun-holsters on each thigh holding a pearl colored pistol/gun with gold/orangish-gold cat-like symbols on the sides of the barrel, named "Twin Caracals". Jack is built athletically but with great flexibility as well.
Personality: Jack would be a sort of class-clown type of character, cheery and always with a smile on her face, poking fun at her friends with teases and nicknames(that often annoy them), and never seeming bothered by much of anything. Jack just knows how to get along with everyone, for the most part, seeming carefree and is definately fun-loving. The fact of the matter is that Jack doesn't know how else to deal with people without turning everything into a big joke or something to laugh about, which can annoy others but it's simply how she deals with life and relations with others. However, underlying the people-loving and almost flamboyant persona, Jack is actually quite cynical under the surface and doesn't like or trust most people. This is more of an act or a "mask" that she puts on, and puts on quite well. She isn't without her attachments to a few, but for the most part she remains at an emotional distance, even from those that have managed to earn her trust or she's come to like.
History/Former Occupation: Jack was born to a wealthy family under a different name than she goes by now, however, she was born to the side of the family that was disliked. Her mother, who detested the life that most of the family held, had broken away to live a simpler life not corrupted by affluence and political gain. As such, the rest of the family cut her off from any share of wealth, which eventually led to poverty. Because of this, her mother grew sick and died when Jack was still relatively young, barely old enough to remember anything about her. With no other kin to care for her, she was sent back to the main family, but was often belittled and abused because of her mother's decision. The last and most violent explosion from her Uncle, who was the head of the house, resulted in the scar that now permanently marrs her face just shy of her left eye, and led to her running away and renouncing her name, to instead take on the name "Jack". It was during the time that she had run away that she was attacked and nearly raped in the back streets of one of the major cities, barely managing to fight the man off with a nearby makeshift weapon, blugeoning him with it repeatedly until dead. It was after that she cropped her hair short and began to dress like a boy, and eventually she just became so used to and comfortable with others thinking her male that she kept to it even now into her early adult years, and does such a fine job at it that no one can tell the difference. For a while as a younger kid and pre-teen, she stayed with a mother and son, Marsha and Warren, who ran a town inn and took her in until one year when a circus passed through the area. Jack was already generally athletic and loved to run and climb things like buildings, which she did frequently with Warren and his friends around town or the surrounding woodland, so she ended up joining the circus as a tight-rope walker and acrobat, among a few various other odd-jobs. Into her mid/late teen years, Jack came to meet Jin while the woman and her crew were in port at a coastal town, and the circus had stopped there for a show at about the same time. Jin was rather impressed by Jack's acrobatic skill, as well as how well and easily Jack could pick up other skills, and the two got along on a personal level quite well. When Jin offered her a spot(not knowing at the time Jack was female, either; this was still when her father was Captain), Jack took the offer and never looked back, becoming a valuable asset to the crew. She was simply a Powder Monkey at first but she was quickly promoted to Gunner, showing a rather natural prowess for aiming and shooting with great accuracy. It wasn't until she became injured during the crossfire of another ship that it was discovered between a small handful of the crew that Jack was female, and was her wish that none outside those few that already had discovered as such be told.
When the Captain died and Jin took up the helm as Captain, Jack was made the First Mate/Quartermaster.
Current Occupation: When the rest of the crew decided amongst each other that they would be better off disbanding for a while and hoping that their Golden Age would catch it's second wind, Jack remained nuetral on the matter, and told Jin that she would respect her decision whatever it may be, as being both her close friend and Captain, when asked her opinion on what should be done. Since Jack was a closer friend than most, they kept in closer contact upon disbanding. Since then, Jin made her a pair of custom pistols since becoming a "professional" gun-smith that Jack calls the "Twin Caracals" after the gold/orange colored cat-like patterns engraved on the sides. Jack's also acquired a trained Kestrel(courtesy of an arrangement with Jin's help) and a white mixed-breed Friesian and Arabian mare named Teldassi. For the most part, Jack partakes in mercenary work of all kinds. This includes anything from escort service, to trade delivery, to Cattle Driving, to assassinations. If it'll bring in the coin, typically she'll do it. From time to time she often visits Jin, on the surface appearance to have her guns serviced and cleaned up, but also just to catch up with her old friend, and perhaps partake in a little woodland hunting or a pleasure ride on horseback.
Itch: Jack rather loved the excitement of pirating, but really what she loved the most was being out on the open ocean, where lawlessness prevailed and there weren't any sort of social classes depending on "Bloodlines" or "Affluence" - where a man's(or woman's) worth was most often dictated by the sweat and blood off of their own backs and brows than off of that of anothers(i.e. servants, slaves, factory/field/plantation laborors). At least that's how she saw it. She can't stand the restrictions, laws, and prejudices of most land-based society, and yearns for that freedom that her days aboard the Red Thunder Eclipse gave her.
Quote: "There are two kinds of people to this world - those that work hard for what they got, and those that get what they got off enslaving others to reap only the rewards with none of the work involved in obtaining it - put simply, I classify them as Those-Who-Matter and Those-Better-Off-Dead."
