Post by jack on Jul 19, 2013 10:05:32 GMT -5
JACK ELLIOT AUBREY
We were born through ingenuity and violence in a world where a brute struggle was encoded in every living being. But we were different. Our sole imagination gave us confidence so we stood up right and we triumphed over our enemies. But we were confused when we opened our eyes. Nature made us masters of survival but didn’t give us the tools to understand the world.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2px,true] JACK ELLIOT AUBREY | TEXAS |
TWENTY-NINE | MALE |
FEBRUARY 14TH, 1984 | SURVIVOR |
HETEROSEXUAL | CAUCASIAN |
NEUTRAL | HENRY CAVILL |
USMC CAPTAIN | HUNTER |
PERSONALITY
Before he went into the United States Naval Academy out of High School, Jack was always ever a focused worker under his grandfather. The older man had never much cared for hellions, and Theodore Aubrey was always ever quick to nip any sort of rebellion in the bud when it came to Jack. Fiercely loyal, Jack never fought against his grandfather, and he learned a lot from him as the years passed, especially when he had joined the United States Naval Academy and soon after the United States Marine Corps. When it came to the military, Jack was considered a poster boy; a natural leader, fearless, confident, and daring. He fought tooth and nail, and he would have died for any of the men under him. He had always been the first one to set foot on the combat zone and the last to leave it. His grandfather's no bullshit attitude and old school mentality had rubbed off on him as well, however, and Jack was always quick to temper when someone tried to fool him. He could be blunt and sharp with his tongue if he must. If it came to it, Jack would kill anyone – man, woman, or child, infected or not. Currently, he has very few moral lines to cross, and he has been shaped by his time overseas and during what has happened to the world. Survival has become about living day by day, and nothing will keep him from doing so, especially when comes to the search for his sister whom he believes still lives somewhere out there.
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- Monty a border collie that was bred on the ranch. He is fiercely loyal to Jack and wary of strangers. He protects Jack with tooth and claw. He is often near Jack, and has made hunting a far easier task.
- Apache A mustang that he had caught when he had returned stateside. He broke this horse and has tamed him. When the ranch fell apart, Jack fled with him and uses him as transportation. He is easy to feed, incredibly strong and could carry a lot of supplies if necessary.
- Family Jack has always ever been incredibly loyal to his family, although he has had to kill his grandfather and mother due to becoming infected and having to defend himself. He now ventures after his sister who he still believes lives, although it may just be because he’s holding onto something to give him a reason to live.
- Hunting Before the USMC, Jack was an excellent marksman when it came to competition and hunting. Due to these skills, Jack has been able to survive and even make a living off of excess meat, skins, and furs that he has salvaged from his hunts. He is grateful for what he has learned over the years.
specific dislikes
- Infected Jack is incredibly wary of people because of the infection and doesn’t allow anyone to get too close to him physically. It has been the reason why he has lost so much that was dear to him.
- Large Populations He has learned that being caring and generous could lead to the downfall of it all, and so he avoids populated areas where the infection could be lying in wait as it had in the ranch. He comes to make trades when he can, but when he’s able, he avoids them.
- Hunters There are men who hunt for wild game as he does and then there are those who hunt people for their supplies. These hunters are the ones that Jack does not care for, and he has killed a high number of them that have threatened him or the lives of others.
- Favors People who want him to do a favor with him are high on his list of dislikes, although he wouldn’t deny them a favor if he owes them. For the longest, Jack has ventured alone and tends to like keeping it that way. He is incredibly wary of allowing anyone too close to him after having lost those who matter most to him. If the pay is good, however, Jack would consider it.
HISTORY
Once upon a time ago, Jack and Emma were born to Henry and Elizabeth Aubrey, a ranch hand and veterinarian respectively, that both lived on his grandfather's ranch in Texas. Unfortunately, Jack never knew his father, the reason being because he was an alcoholic that didn't know how to stay away from getting behind the wheel of a car. His tragic death was brought about by his own means, and Jack was soon raised with his grandfather being the only male role model he knew. Fortunately, the man was a traditional, old school, and no bull shit kind of man who molded Jack appropriately; using disciplinary skills he had learned in the United States Marine Corps. When Jack had come of age, and eventually graduated High School, with his grandfather's blessing he had joined the United States Naval Academy, and soon after he became a Captain of the United States Marine Corps. What followed were Jack’s years as a leader of men, and tours in Afghanistan and Iraq that had left a mark upon him unlike anything else. He has seen more death than any one man could see in his life time, and although scarred physically and mentally by the ordeal, somehow Jack has kept things together.
After over several years of service to the Corps, Jack accepted an honorable discharge and returned stateside where he was welcomed by his grandfather and mother, although his little sister had moved to California where she pursued a scholarly lifestyle. Then suddenly everything had started to go to shit. When the world had started to fall apart, Jack and Theodore Aubrey, his grandfather, set about securing the ranch, and contacting his sister. She was scared, of course. There was no one who could blame her for that. His grandfather tried to convince her to leave as soon as she could for the ranch, but she never came, although Jack holds onto the possibility that she still yet lives.
The ranch didn’t make it. It managed to stay up for a while, but soon enough survivors found them. They wanted for water and food, and they offered what they could for trade and their backs for labor, but allowing one eventually meant allowing others. Soon it had started to become overwhelming, and eventually the infection was brought into the ranch by someone who had lied to them about it. What resulted was a violent bloodbath, and which led to his family’s own infection. Without a second thought, Jack ended their lives, packed up one of the horses, and left the ranch without another glance. He’s since lived his life by himself, surviving day by day on what he could scavenge and hunt, and he still yet searches for his sister.
After over several years of service to the Corps, Jack accepted an honorable discharge and returned stateside where he was welcomed by his grandfather and mother, although his little sister had moved to California where she pursued a scholarly lifestyle. Then suddenly everything had started to go to shit. When the world had started to fall apart, Jack and Theodore Aubrey, his grandfather, set about securing the ranch, and contacting his sister. She was scared, of course. There was no one who could blame her for that. His grandfather tried to convince her to leave as soon as she could for the ranch, but she never came, although Jack holds onto the possibility that she still yet lives.
The ranch didn’t make it. It managed to stay up for a while, but soon enough survivors found them. They wanted for water and food, and they offered what they could for trade and their backs for labor, but allowing one eventually meant allowing others. Soon it had started to become overwhelming, and eventually the infection was brought into the ranch by someone who had lied to them about it. What resulted was a violent bloodbath, and which led to his family’s own infection. Without a second thought, Jack ended their lives, packed up one of the horses, and left the ranch without another glance. He’s since lived his life by himself, surviving day by day on what he could scavenge and hunt, and he still yet searches for his sister.
INVENTORY
- Winchester Model 70 default weapon This bolt action rifle is like an extension of Jack's body. It has been in service since Jack had started to learn how to hunt under his father's tutelage at a young age. His marksmanship is second to none, and he has taken down big game in his heyday with it. Nowadays, he uses it as a means of survival.
- Cold Steel Gurkha Kukri secondary weapon A blade used mostly for survival in the wilderness. It has a high chopping performance which makes gathering firewood an easy task. It also has the ability to be used in close combat and can sever limbs with a well placed blow.
- Pocket Watch family heirloom This pocket watch has been in the Aubrey clan for generations. Jack carries it as a token of his family in order to remember them throughout all of his trials and tribulations. It is broken and doesn't afford any advantage in the telling of time, but clutching it in his hand centers him when things have gone awry.
OTHER
He's been known as Texas because of his southern drawl and quick, and yet precise, shooting, besides the fact that he's legitimately from there originally. Then there's the fact that he rides a horse by the name of Apache and followed everywhere by a border collie named Monty.
OUT OF CHARACTER
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Being home had made Jack come to realization that he had left a lot behind. It was a familiar feeling – similar to the one that he had when he had gotten accepted into the U.S. Naval Academy and left town for his future career. Now, back here with the luxuries of proper food, clothing, entertainment, and the ability to live without having to worry about being cracked by a bullet, Jack was able to think clearly for the first time in what had been many, many years. It was strange to say the very least. For the majority of his adulthood, Jack had been in command of numerous men; leading them to accomplish tasks, defend, retrieve, or destroy targets, and police a nation that did not want them there in the first place. Now all of that power and superiority was out of his hands; he was just a man here that was back in his old room, under the roof of his grandfather’s home with his mother, and that old family dog at his heels.
Readjusting to the civilian life was always the hardest part for a serviceman, especially one that was infantry. The amount of violence and gore that Jack had been subjected to over the years was beyond count – the sights and horrors a constant in the back of his mind, as were the sounds of battle; the cacophony of rifles and explosions that was war and bloodshed. It was strange to go from that to the quiet of a small town; to hear his own breathing that wasn’t labored, and to listen to the sound of the house, or the neighbors mowing the lawn, or kids giggling just next door, or this and that, and that and this, and . . . life was just so normal here with the exception of the monster that had cut a swath through town; killing many and disappearing without a trace.
It was the kind of crazy shit you see in the movies. His mother wanted to tell him all about it, and Jack listened for a while until he grew sick and tired of it. ”Enough with the doom and gloom, ma, let’s just finish eating, alright?” After all, why ruin his homecoming with that shit? He couldn’t blame her or his grandfather though. They had to live through the fear of it. They had to be here alone while he was off elsewhere fighting other monsters. He was grateful, however, for the fact that they hadn’t been harmed. That they had been spared, although he knew others weren’t as fortunate. Yet, there wasn’t much he could do. He was late to it all; had left them all behind without even looking back.
He didn’t regret it though. He couldn’t. He loved the military – loved following in his grandfather’s footsteps. He was good at it, and he had felt as if he had been meant for it. Despite it, there were times he wondered about the other possible path he could have taken in life with someone hehad loved. Despite the years, and not talking to her, he knew that she still held a part of him that no other ever could. Maybe he had been young and dumb at the time, but what kid wasn’t at that time? They had been teenagers, fearless, and so full of energy and fervor. He still remembered the day he had cut things off with her, and how he had hurt her despite explaining that he didn’t want to drag her into it all – that she deserved better than waiting for him; worrying about whether or not he’d come back to her.
Some days he wondered if he should have stood with her and went along with the High School sweetheart spiel. You know, marriage, a house with a white picket fence, kids, and a dog. They had been made for it. They were meant for one another – so many had said before.
He had wanted to ask about her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. In a way, he felt ashamed for having hurt her, even if he didn’t regret joining the military. He knew that she would have always been okay, and that she would have found what she wanted in life – even if he had wanted her all for himself. It had been the right thing to do, and he knew that, even now as he sat on the porch with Monty, a Golden Labrador, and watched people walk by, and cars drive along, and the sun go down, and the world grow dark.
”You know, she still lives here.” Teddy, his grandpa, said. ”Sometimes comes over for dinner and all, but I didn’t want to invite her any time soon until you were ready for it. Your ma wanted to, of course, but I nipped that in the bud, but…she’s still in town. Maybe you should see her.”
Maybe had actually be an obvious yes. He didn’t know why he had driven out to her address, given to him by his grandfather. It had been a dick move by him to have broken it off to begin with. He should have stood with her, loved her, and dragged her through the mud and muck that was the military wife life. He should have left her worried stateside with a kid and think that she’d be a single mother one of these days. He . . . maybe he shouldn’t have fucking left. Maybe he should have pursued a proper career , done the whole marriage spiel, had the house with a white picket fence, and kids, and retire very night in bed with her in his arms, and her fiery hair against his cheek.
He went to her. When he got there, he rang the bell and waited with his heart pounding his chest, and those thoughts moving a mile a minute in his head.
[/div][/center]Readjusting to the civilian life was always the hardest part for a serviceman, especially one that was infantry. The amount of violence and gore that Jack had been subjected to over the years was beyond count – the sights and horrors a constant in the back of his mind, as were the sounds of battle; the cacophony of rifles and explosions that was war and bloodshed. It was strange to go from that to the quiet of a small town; to hear his own breathing that wasn’t labored, and to listen to the sound of the house, or the neighbors mowing the lawn, or kids giggling just next door, or this and that, and that and this, and . . . life was just so normal here with the exception of the monster that had cut a swath through town; killing many and disappearing without a trace.
It was the kind of crazy shit you see in the movies. His mother wanted to tell him all about it, and Jack listened for a while until he grew sick and tired of it. ”Enough with the doom and gloom, ma, let’s just finish eating, alright?” After all, why ruin his homecoming with that shit? He couldn’t blame her or his grandfather though. They had to live through the fear of it. They had to be here alone while he was off elsewhere fighting other monsters. He was grateful, however, for the fact that they hadn’t been harmed. That they had been spared, although he knew others weren’t as fortunate. Yet, there wasn’t much he could do. He was late to it all; had left them all behind without even looking back.
He didn’t regret it though. He couldn’t. He loved the military – loved following in his grandfather’s footsteps. He was good at it, and he had felt as if he had been meant for it. Despite it, there were times he wondered about the other possible path he could have taken in life with someone he
Some days he wondered if he should have stood with her and went along with the High School sweetheart spiel. You know, marriage, a house with a white picket fence, kids, and a dog. They had been made for it. They were meant for one another – so many had said before.
He had wanted to ask about her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. In a way, he felt ashamed for having hurt her, even if he didn’t regret joining the military. He knew that she would have always been okay, and that she would have found what she wanted in life – even if he had wanted her all for himself. It had been the right thing to do, and he knew that, even now as he sat on the porch with Monty, a Golden Labrador, and watched people walk by, and cars drive along, and the sun go down, and the world grow dark.
”You know, she still lives here.” Teddy, his grandpa, said. ”Sometimes comes over for dinner and all, but I didn’t want to invite her any time soon until you were ready for it. Your ma wanted to, of course, but I nipped that in the bud, but…she’s still in town. Maybe you should see her.”
Maybe had actually be an obvious yes. He didn’t know why he had driven out to her address, given to him by his grandfather. It had been a dick move by him to have broken it off to begin with. He should have stood with her, loved her, and dragged her through the mud and muck that was the military wife life. He should have left her worried stateside with a kid and think that she’d be a single mother one of these days. He . . . maybe he shouldn’t have fucking left. Maybe he should have pursued a proper career , done the whole marriage spiel, had the house with a white picket fence, and kids, and retire very night in bed with her in his arms, and her fiery hair against his cheek.
He went to her. When he got there, he rang the bell and waited with his heart pounding his chest, and those thoughts moving a mile a minute in his head.
