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» PLAYER INFORMATION
Player NAME: Jen
Current AGE: 23
Personal JOURNAL: wuzzafuzzle
IM & SERVICE: Wuzzafuzzle | AIM
Player PLURK: Wuzzafuzzle
Current CHARACTERS: Nada.


» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Jack [Subject Zero]
Canon & MEDIUM: Mass Effect | Video Game
Canon PULL-POINT: Mass Effect 3, Post Grissom Academy mission
Character AGE: 25
Character ABILITIES:

Biotics: In the Mass Effect universe there are people who have been exposed to an element called Element Zero that makes them more sensitive to a set of powers called biotics - but this alone won't give them abilities. An implant, like a chip in the base of the skull, is surgically inserted and the individual is trained to use these abilities. Biotics themself are something like the Force or telekinesis - a blue energy that surrounds things and can pull them, push them, lift them, crush them, etc. Jack is one such individual, though hers were developed in a special sort of way at the Teltin facilities. And by special I mean inhumane experiments were done on her and other children in the interest of amplifying biotics. So she's sort of an uber-biotic by now.

Combat Ready: At Teltin the children were put into death matches to test combat skills and biotics and Jack herself will run straight into a fray, launch herself into the worst part of it, and come out alive. She regularly states that fighting is what she was made for.

Certified Instructor: She's been employed at Grissom Academy for some months now, teaching young kids, teenagers, how to manage their biotics and fight with them and has apparently been a fairly effective teacher.

Really Shitty Poet: It is a skill to be this bad at poetry, jussayin.

Character HISTORY: Jack on Mass Effect Wikia | Game events follow the currently in-game Shepard's continuity. Additionally to that, no crew members were lost in the last mission and Shepard choose the Control option.

Character PERSONALITY: There are so many things wrong with this kid you wouldn't even want to start a list, considering once you did she'd likely chime in to helpfully supply all the fun quirks and irrational manias she proudly equips and might throw in a few she's just now decided to pick up, just for the funsies, and you'd never get anywhere.

It really seems like Jack has made it her personal mission to experience all of the trauma the galaxy has to offer, like going through Wal-Mart trying to hit up each one of the sample people just so you can gloat that you got free food. She might try to tell you that she does it to keep life interesting - after all Jack hates being bored and a bored Jack means something's going to get set on fire pretty damn soon. But there's a good chance she's completely full of shit, after all, that's another bulletpoint on her fun quirks list. Since the oldest memory she can claim for to herself includes being a human test subject for biotic science, crying alone under a desk while trapped in a sterile observation room, and getting doped up on drugs and forced into cage matches, trauma is practically ingrained in Jack. She wouldn't know how to function without it. So maybe she goes seeking trouble out for fun or maybe she's addicted to it. Maybe it's just comforting - something she can handle, something she's used to.

But if she does its not out of any conscious thought process, as she spends a good deal of time mood swinging back the other way, letting the pendulum swing between brooding over her life and the choices she'd made to raging over the fact that she's actually letting it bother her, that she's that weak, redirecting the blame for all the things in her life that have, in her eyes, happened to her. It's always things the big bad world has forced on her, which isn't entirely untrue, but it fuels he hatred and hostility towards everything and everyone she encounters. Jack's a twisted and tense bundle of contradictions and intense, conflicting emotions, stemming from her own confusion over things, her lack of any kind of coping ability, and the fact that she spent her adolescence being a tortured test subject and that does wonders for social skills, let her tell ya. Meaning the easy way out of all that shit? Blame them. Rage at them, curse them, beat them, blow their building sky high. Just don't stop to think about it, don't let it get to you, don't let it break you down. She's obsessed with being the strongest - not having any exploitable fault to her because she's so sick and maybe so terrified of getting used again. It's her lifeline, so much so that when her story about making it out alive because she's the toughest becomes not as true as she'd thought, she can not handle it, and she adamantly refuses to accept the plain reality starting her in the face.

She's got a brash, intimidating and violent persona she built for herself that has, over the years, become more her actual personality than whatever hint of the scared little girl crying under the table ever was. Jack makes a point to be offensive and scary. She's lewd and profane and above all bloodthirsty, though her time in the Teltin facility can partially be blamed for that. By default Jack's the bad guy criminal type and will take the rash and illegal option as soon as you hand it to her - Shepard being the only thing that keeps her in line for the run of the game. She'll indulge in violence, sex and drugs until kingdom come, though, the Shadow Broker's files on Jack tell us she's also in the habit of composing poetry to submit under the name Jacqueline Nought. But that part of her? Never going to be showing up. Those little moments where Jack breaks and shows the scared little girl she still might be on occasion are few and years between.

Jack has trust issues. Severe trust issues. She's always operating under the assumption that everyone around her wants to stab her in the back. Jack's trust is extremely hard-won and once you have it it's a struggle to keep it, as the smallest thing can set her on edge. But in some cases, like Shepard, she happens on people that are just too damn good to fail her and Jack can relax, if only a little.

There's a six month period between Mass Effect 2 and 3 in which Jack changes drastically, and that most definitely needs to be of note here, as I'm apping her from an ME3 point.

She matures a lot, calms down a bit, though she's still got her 'fuck everyone, i'll rip you all new assholes' thing going on. There's at least six months from when Shepard turned herself into Alliance authorities to be court marshalled and stripped of rank and when Jack runs into her again, and Jack's taken on a job at an Alliance school for teaching young biotics how to use their powers. She is a fierce kind of protective of these kids and states that she's come to care about them more than she ever thought she would - Jack sort of develops a heart. She's not so reckless anymore, seeing as she's like 'they're good at what they do, but they're not good enough for the frontline of battle', but that's in the case of the kids. Jack herself will still throw herself headlong into kicking ass, though now she realizes that the kids need her and, while she may love to jump into the fray, if it means abandoning her charges, she'll stick with them instead.

So basically, she's grown up a good deal, she's grown hair, and she's found people to care about and that's sort of brightened her up a bit, she's not so concerned about being abrasive and middle finger to the world and so on, though it's still her default disposition to be as such. She's just not so likely to go out of her way to be a petty jackass about something, just to send someone off with a big 'fuck you'. Well, she might still do that. But only if she's got the time and she's not worried about her kids firstly.

» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: The M-27 Scimitar shotgun. (This, like Shepard's gun, would require thermal clips as well)
Chosen SKILLSET: Fighter. It's what she was made for.

» SAMPLES
First PERSON:

[ There’s a woman, tattooed from head to toe, and wearing barely anything but a few creatively strapped white bandages for a shirt, and she seems to be meandering aimlessly about the Initiative Hold complex, looking up and around rather than at the screen. ]

Normally when I show up in a new place and people start trying to throw weapons at me I’m fucking thrilled. But I’ve got a group of delinquents-to-be I need to go back to teaching how to blow shit up and kick Reaper ass. [ She pauses to chew at the inside of a cheek thoughtfully before turning her full attention to the screen. ]

So if you don’t mind, and if it’s all the same to you guys and the representative from the Stepford galaxy over here [ a thumb jerked to the woman in purple and black robes and stiffly designed hair that picked her up from the glowy platform ], I’m just gonna take my fancy head-spiltter [ a shotgun is waved haphazardly in the view of the camera ]and fuck right off.

[ A silent moment passes before she deadpans with an edge of lazy threat: ]

And by that I do, in fact, mean: point me to the exit before I start cracking skulls.

Thanks.



[[As a sort of secondary thing to see how I write Jack in-game, there is this post here.]]

Third PERSON:

Jack's on edge.

She's bouncing a knee, picking at her jagged, bitten down nails, pulling at the loose straps of her jumpsuit-turned-pants-only, and idly shuffling the detonator in her hands from one to the other while she tries to manage all this nervous fiddling at once.

She can still hear them - the voices on those video logs. That crazy fuck they found squatting in her old room. She should've killed him. Blasted his sick brain matter out the back of his skull and paint her childhood walls with it. She didn't want to hear it - Didn't want to fucking hear it!

But she couldn't deny it either. It was true that her memory of her escape was fuzzy, blurred like a bad trip, at best. The parts she couldn't remember she must've just... filled in. And she hates herself for that. Going around all this time thinking she was some big scary badass, all tortured and stronger for it. Underdog rising up. Shit. She was practically carried to the exit by those other kids. Freedom on a goddamn silver platter.

Jack looks out the window to her left, watching the Teltin test facility, her old home, retreat, blurring back into the rain as the shuttle carries them back to the Normandy. She thumbs the detonator. Flicks the cap open, closed, open, closed. Glances up at Shepard.

Fuck this place. Fuck this place and everything in it and everything it stands for. She's wiping it off the map, and in doing so, ridding herself of it. Or so she hopes.

Shepard's banging on the wall to tell the pilot to pick up the pace because Jack's done fidgeting. She pushes that button and off in the distance an explosion rocks the planet's surface, shock waves traveling far enough to shake the shuttle like a cork in a violent ocean. Jack watches the vibrant colors dancing over her once home. Her past gets lost in the flames and flying rubble.

» ADDITIONAL NOTES
Hi.

Oh, also, Jack also has an omni-tool, and Shepard's mun told me those were cool to have so this is just me making sure that it's alright for her to bring that into the game/noting that she'll be having it. o7