"Cracker" Jack
BASICS
Name: Jack aka Cracker Jack, Jack the One Eyed Ripper
Species: Ogre; Cyclops sub-specie
Gender: Male
Name: Jack aka Cracker Jack, Jack the One Eyed Ripper
Species: Ogre; Cyclops sub-specie
Gender: Male
APPEARANCE
Towering over most at a massive 13’ tall, the cyclops known as Jack often keeps his red-irised cyclopian hallmark covered by a metal plate helmet which covers the unsightly eye, which often sports chalk doodles from various children all over it. A brute in size, form, and combat prowess, but carrying a certain gentleness in his movements via his attempts to be tender in spite of his monstrous features, Jack is a being of much contradiction. He is often found wearing a bright green sleeveless tunic and sandals. His teeth are shark-like, and sharp to a fault. He justifies the lack of covering for it by pointing out that kids kept thinking he was a golem if he kept it on.
His battle gear, which he keeps in storage in case a serious threat comes along, consists of spiked pauldrons and black studded leather armor, the pieces haphazardly clodged together in a mishmash Frankenstein of a suit. To fight threats to Ning Su’s orphans, he takes off his helm so he can see properly - revealing a mud-brown long mane of wild, unkempt, graying hair which runs down the back of his head.
Towering over most at a massive 13’ tall, the cyclops known as Jack often keeps his red-irised cyclopian hallmark covered by a metal plate helmet which covers the unsightly eye, which often sports chalk doodles from various children all over it. A brute in size, form, and combat prowess, but carrying a certain gentleness in his movements via his attempts to be tender in spite of his monstrous features, Jack is a being of much contradiction. He is often found wearing a bright green sleeveless tunic and sandals. His teeth are shark-like, and sharp to a fault. He justifies the lack of covering for it by pointing out that kids kept thinking he was a golem if he kept it on.
His battle gear, which he keeps in storage in case a serious threat comes along, consists of spiked pauldrons and black studded leather armor, the pieces haphazardly clodged together in a mishmash Frankenstein of a suit. To fight threats to Ning Su’s orphans, he takes off his helm so he can see properly - revealing a mud-brown long mane of wild, unkempt, graying hair which runs down the back of his head.
ABILITIES
- Martial Prowess: In a past life, Jack the One-Eyed Ripper was a slaughterer of many - men, women, even children. He is most skilled with a chain sickle - an odd choice for a clumsy cyclops - as well as his fists and feet, and various simple martial weapons. When engaging with enemies, he takes off his helmet to see properly.
- The mountains will tremble: He’s a 13’ tall fucker. Can’t forget that he packs strength in spades.
- Driven: Activated when Jack is protecting children. When protecting Ning Su’s orphanage, Jack is able to overtax his body. However, this comes at the cost of his own well-being, as can be seen in the weaknesses.
WEAKNESS
- No Magic: Zip zilch zero. Can’t even make portals.
- For the Chilluns: Jack has one goal - protect the children at any cost. He takes this to heart - if his life can be given up for the sake of children, he will, no questions asked. This is non negotiable. Worse, if children are hurt on his watch, he falls into a depression lasting weeks.
- Nimble and smart...for a CYCLOPS: While Cracker Jack is no genius by any stretch of the imagination, he is more cordial and refined than most of his time. And he smells pleasant enough to boot. His diction is clear if simple. Furthermore, he is surprisingly nimble in combat for his size. Yet, Cracker Jack can still be clumsy if he’s not engaged in combat, especially with the helmet on. Stealth is an absolute no-no for the lumbering oaf. All-in-all, while this means he is more acceptable in mainstream society, he still gets odd looks and attracts suspicion. All in all, compared to the average warrior, he is still a little below par in these categories.
BACKGROUND
In a previous life, Jack was known by his bandit/mercenary name: “One-Eyed Ripper Jack.” A monstrous being whose crew, the Jack Pack, was known to massacre entire merchant caravans, leaving no survivors. No remorse, no mercy, no regrets. While he was not of legendary renown, he was a feared name among the mountains and desert where he dwelled - the Exodus Desert and the Darklights.
That is, until he came upon a curious event.
Normally, Jack’s presence scared children off, or scared them shitless. However, on one particular raid, a father had tried to protect his little girl. A common sight. He had bought enough time for his little girl to escape. Fair enough, they could chase her down later.
But then, the little girl with clearly no training stepped up and brandished her father’s dagger - barely able to lift it. She stabbed him in his shin.
The assault, resulting pain, and audacity of the little girl shocked him. It troubled him. In his shock, the girl was able to drag her father away with a feat of nearly inhuman strength.
While he was used to the sight of people throwing their lives for each other, the little girl’s boldness and feat of adrenaline in the face of overwhelming odds made him think.
Why?
Upon stopping at a nearby town for rest, he allowed his gang to move on ahead. He had some thinking to do. The look of both conviction and anger vexed him greatly.
It was then he heard a scuffle ahead of him. His gang was being thrashed by an old woman protecting a young orc girl, who held onto a younger girl made of swirling reiatsu - individuals who he would come to know as Ning Su, the elderly dragon, Liangyu the fire elemental orc, and Feng Feng, the storm elemental - and both of them were protecting the girl from earlier.
Ignoring the presence of the young girl, he chewed out his gang, giving the excuse that they couldn’t even manage to beat up an old woman who was clearly carrying nothing. He found that they turned on him almost immediately - pointing out the hypocrisy - they weren’t idiots, they saw that the little girl was there - the one he failed to stop, the one that he let scar his leg.
He lashed out with his chain sickle - attempting to draw their ire away from the old woman and her little girls.
Immediately, he was clubbed from behind by one of his bigger members, and he felt their weapons raining all over him before blacking out.
When he came to, he was being tended to by the four, in some place deep in the Darklights.
“We could use a brute like you for a bouncer. How would you like to wash your clothes clean of all that blood and get fed as well, young man?” the old hag inquired. “Maybe find the answers you seek.”
At first, the big blood-thirsty cyclops was bewildered. But in the orchard outside the orphanage, the children often had him crack the local nuts for them - breaking the shells with his massive fingers.
“Thank you, Mr...!”
“Call me...Cracker Jack.”
In a previous life, Jack was known by his bandit/mercenary name: “One-Eyed Ripper Jack.” A monstrous being whose crew, the Jack Pack, was known to massacre entire merchant caravans, leaving no survivors. No remorse, no mercy, no regrets. While he was not of legendary renown, he was a feared name among the mountains and desert where he dwelled - the Exodus Desert and the Darklights.
That is, until he came upon a curious event.
Normally, Jack’s presence scared children off, or scared them shitless. However, on one particular raid, a father had tried to protect his little girl. A common sight. He had bought enough time for his little girl to escape. Fair enough, they could chase her down later.
But then, the little girl with clearly no training stepped up and brandished her father’s dagger - barely able to lift it. She stabbed him in his shin.
The assault, resulting pain, and audacity of the little girl shocked him. It troubled him. In his shock, the girl was able to drag her father away with a feat of nearly inhuman strength.
While he was used to the sight of people throwing their lives for each other, the little girl’s boldness and feat of adrenaline in the face of overwhelming odds made him think.
Why?
Upon stopping at a nearby town for rest, he allowed his gang to move on ahead. He had some thinking to do. The look of both conviction and anger vexed him greatly.
It was then he heard a scuffle ahead of him. His gang was being thrashed by an old woman protecting a young orc girl, who held onto a younger girl made of swirling reiatsu - individuals who he would come to know as Ning Su, the elderly dragon, Liangyu the fire elemental orc, and Feng Feng, the storm elemental - and both of them were protecting the girl from earlier.
Ignoring the presence of the young girl, he chewed out his gang, giving the excuse that they couldn’t even manage to beat up an old woman who was clearly carrying nothing. He found that they turned on him almost immediately - pointing out the hypocrisy - they weren’t idiots, they saw that the little girl was there - the one he failed to stop, the one that he let scar his leg.
He lashed out with his chain sickle - attempting to draw their ire away from the old woman and her little girls.
Immediately, he was clubbed from behind by one of his bigger members, and he felt their weapons raining all over him before blacking out.
When he came to, he was being tended to by the four, in some place deep in the Darklights.
“We could use a brute like you for a bouncer. How would you like to wash your clothes clean of all that blood and get fed as well, young man?” the old hag inquired. “Maybe find the answers you seek.”
At first, the big blood-thirsty cyclops was bewildered. But in the orchard outside the orphanage, the children often had him crack the local nuts for them - breaking the shells with his massive fingers.
“Thank you, Mr...!”
“Call me...Cracker Jack.”