[@Vicier] [@Caits] I made some edits to Jack that coincide with the new Reaper sheet! [sub][s]since he's the most important character to jack - being a foil and lover and all[/s][/sub] [hider=Jack Morrison] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2pe5bSr.png[/img] [color=#C3D4C5]—[/color] [url=http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Brad-Pitt-Details-November-2014-Photo-Shoot-004.jpg][color=#C3D4C5][b]⦁[/b][/color][/url] [url=http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Brad-Pitt-Details-November-2014-Photo-Shoot-013.jpg][color=#C3D4C5][b]●[/b][/color][/url] [url=http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Brad-Pitt-Details-November-2014-Photo-Shoot-012.jpg][color=#C3D4C5][b]⦁[/b][/color][/url] [color=#C3D4C5]—[/color] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk4QTZBNy5TbUZqYXlCTmIzSnlhWE52YmcsLC4w/peignot.regular.png[/img] [h3][sub][i][color=#C3D4C5]"Only the dead have seen the end of war."[/color][/i][/sub][/h3] [hr][hr] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk4QTZBNy5SMlZ1WlhKaGJDQkpibVp2Y20xaGRHbHZiZywsLjA,/peignot.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#98A6A7]Nᴀᴍᴇ[/color] Johnathon "Jack" Morrison [color=#98A6A7]Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ[/color] Male [color=#98A6A7]Aɢᴇ[/color] 48 [color=#98A6A7]Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ[/color] July 4th, 1969 [color=#98A6A7]Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Oʀɪɢɪɴ[/color] Bloomington, Indiana, United States [color=#98A6A7]Sᴄᴇɴᴛ[/color] Smells heavily of coffee and gunpowder, with the vague smell of mint that stings the nose. [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk4QTZBNy5VbVZzWVhScGIyNXphR2x3SUVsdVptOXliV0YwYVc5dS4wAA,,/peignot.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#98A6A7]Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs[/color] Single [color=#98A6A7]Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ[/color] Homosexual [color=#98A6A7]Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ[/color] Ex-Paramour/Lover - Gabriel Reyes Friend/Begrudged Mother Figure - Ana Amari Best-Friend - Reinhardt Wilhelm Dog/Platonic-Life-Partner - Lucky Estranged Daughter - Juliette Morrison Estranged Son - Lucas Morrison Estranged Daughter - Hana Morrison-Song [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk4QTZBNy5VR1Z5YzI5dVlXd2dTVzVtYjNKdFlYUnBiMjQsLjAAAAAA/peignot.regular.png[/img] [hr][hr] [h3][sup][color=#C3D4C5]▴[/color] [i]Cynical[/i] [color=#C3D4C5]▴ ▾[/color] [i]Stoic[/i] [color=#C3D4C5]▾ ▴[/color] [i]Solemn[/i] [color=#C3D4C5]▴ ▾[/color] [i]Aloof[/i] [color=#C3D4C5]▾[/color][/sup][/h3][/center] [color=#98A6A7]Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ[/color] [indent]Jack then and Jack now; it's not so much a difference as it is an evolution of character. Changed, simply put - Jack doesn't mince his words. People knew Jack as the Golden Boy of Overwatch, the leader, the man at the head of an organization with a bright future. That's what the UN splashed the media with and he's tempted to agree with many of the crowd crying in the lower corners of internet: that a blonde, blue-eyed, All-American, white bred boy was just the easiest thing to deal with. Easy to get people to like him, to get them to want him as the face of an organization entrusted with worldwide security. Despite what many people thought, Jack had no say in that decision or whether or not they made the right one. The Jack now would say it doesn't matter, in the scheme of things. That the world wouldn't care about intent when it comes to the past. Jack's crassness was only a development from the reserved nature he kept himself in. But, they wanted an exuberant man at the head of Overwatch, ready to dole out the interviews and smile for the cameras - they wanted him to live up to a glorified name. And he just wanted to sleep. To slough off the blood, the dirt, and horrors of war like his deep, sky blue overcoat - like another layer of clothing. That Jack and this Jack have that in common. Both were tired. But, exhausted or not Jack then wasn't as stony faced as he currently presents himself. Jack is a man faced with betrayal and circumstance. It's still hard looking back and focusing on all of the mistakes he's made, or witnessed. That's not what Jack wants today. It's all about moving forward in order to get to his destination, no matter how much his bones ache and how much he yearns for some permanence to his respite. But, Jack sees the world for what it is, knows there's only one way to cure it of its diseases. Perhaps, Jack, presently, would look back at Blackwatch and consider it the best idea they'd ever had, despite the fact that Reyes came from his underworld throne to tear everything down. Despite how it all bit him in the ass, in the end. Perhaps they should have switched places, swapped roles. Maybe he has taken the time to evaluate it all, despite his staunch reservations that Overwatch fell for a reason. The world needs a certain approach, one that only Jack thinks he can see. That, in itself, makes him wary of help in any form, either out of distrust (likely) or his regular condescending need to be the one sacrificing himself for the good of the people. Or both, which seems the most possible. People tend to get in the way of things; it'd be better if he could do it himself, by himself. A staunch reason why he roams alone, carrying scar upon scar upon scar, a new one for every skirmish he finds himself in and every gang member or terrorist agent he dispatches. Jack wears his own burdens. He makes his excuse that he doesn't need the added weight of other's on his back. Sharing isn't a concept Jack understands. Even back then, Jack always thought people were too convoluted and complicated to deal with. They didn't understand things when he explained it to them. They came to him for everything. Wanted everything of him. He was constantly torn between two realities, between people wanting a poster boy and people wanting a leader; an idol or a protector. They didn't realize that they couldn't have both, nor did they realize the pressure they pushed him down with. Only one person understood the man between the people and his soldiers and that's all dust, now.[/indent] [color=#98A6A7]Lɪᴋᴇs[/color] Acoustic Guitar, Autumn, and Dogs [color=#98A6A7]Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs[/color] Alcohol, Smoking, and Hooligans [color=#98A6A7]Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs[/color] Vagrancy, Vigilantism, Stamp Collecting [sub]("[Color=#C3D4C5]Ask me about them, I dare you.[/color]")[/sub] [color=#98A6A7]Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs[/color] [color=#C3D4C5]»[/color] Leadership/Tactics; If there's anything Jack's good at, it's leading. Commander wasn't just a title, and Jack made sure people understood that. His tactics are shrewd, efficient, and effective - he takes to strategy like a surgeon, and has been known to slice through opposition just as easily. [color=#C3D4C5]»[/color] Survival; Owing to the Super Soldier Program that he went through at a young age, it takes quite a bit to knock Jack down, much less stop him from getting back up. He's strong and durable, more so than most individuals. [color=#C3D4C5]»[/color] Experience; Having years and years of experience allows Jack to read situations a lot easier than most people, and adapt to those situations just as quickly. [color=#98A6A7]Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs[/color] [color=#C3D4C5]«[/color] Stubborn; Jack's hardheadedness seeps into everything he does. To an onlooker, Jack may just seem more determined than the usual person, but to people who know him, Jack's simply stubborn. Bullheaded. As well as a jackass. [color=#C3D4C5]«[/color] Solo; Despite his most important strength, Jack doesn't play as well with people as he used to. There's too many variables to worry about when there's more than just him during a mission, so he prefers to take things on his own, with little to no help. [color=#C3D4C5]«[/color] Distrusting; Too many times has Jack laid down everything for a person only to have it used against him. Therefore, he's much, much less trusting than he was during his halcyon days. It's much harder to impress him, much less gain his trust. [color=#98A6A7]Bʀɪᴇғ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ[/color] [indent]White bred. White bread? Nah, Jack was more like cornbread, no matter how much he hated the joke. Bloomington, Indiana, however, didn't really follow in line with most of the state. It's University allowed for a more broader range of views and cultures, something Jack learned quickly at his young age. But, even then, the town's population without all of its college students was practically dismal and comprised of mostly farmers. Jack, and a few of his siblings, were raised a few miles outside of the small town, on crops and farmland with a leather skinned father and a floral patterned mother. Everything came farm bred, with a pinch of good old Midwestern ideals and expectations of family and personal life. Jack quickly learned how stubborn his parents were in their vision for their kids. They wanted Jack, the eldest, to take care of the farm, find a nice lady to settle down with, and take care of them in their old age. So, when he fled to the military in light of the growing tensions settling in the world around them, they dropped all connections. They practically disowned him. Jack knew only his loneliness in his entire military career, all the way to becoming a Super Soldier, meeting Gabriel Reyes, and everything afterwards. The two grew close in the coming years, finding solace in the competitiveness of their friendship. They'd fell in love, early and immediate. Jack hadn't known the fire Gabriel showed him. The only downside to the heated passion they'd cultivated was that the hotter it grew, the wilder it got. Their relationship grew, as the world crumbled around them. The Omnic War bonded more than just them and it also tied them to many of the founding members of Overwatch, bringing them together in more than blood. Until their flames grew so hot that it finally split them a part. Cruel irony is finding someone you connect so well with, only to understand that the universe prefers you a part, rather than together. At the end of the war, Jack became the poster boy the UN so desperately wanted and Gabriel, with all of his exploits and medals and achievements, was swept under. The years flew by then, with Jack at the head of an organization bent on shielding the world from all forms of terror. They were the UN's army of soldiers, under their jurisdiction, and doing exactly their bidding. But, with the advancements in technology came less need for protection. Security was all automated. Police work was quick and painless with how powerful computer processes were. Despite the sinister edge that crept up behind Jack, the people thought they didn't need Overwatch anymore and the UN began eyeing them warily, caring more about Blackwatch and their dealings than what Jack could do for them. Overwatch tore a rift between Jack and Gabriel. Their pride kept them from ever coming to each other, from ever talking this out. They never reconciled the arguments that raged between them, just took to spiting each other or expending all of their energy on both violent and less than savory methods of distraction. Jack often spent more time screaming at Gabriel or shutting him up, than he did attending meetings or focusing on mission plans. They cared more about the feud and the love that swelled between them than they did for the organization they were supposed to take care of. Eventually, the UN sought to end their relationship by forcing Jack to marry. They didn't realize the mistake in their move until the two used those methods against each other. Their publicity stunt backfired and threw kids into the mix for petty, uncouth reasons. It caused more stir than necessary and Overwatch had to quickly pick up the pieces that the two left in their wake. In culminating fury of resentment or jealousy or something, Gabriel Reyes took Overwatch down and Jack with him. Perhaps Jack read the situation wrong, or maybe the universe felt it necessary to shred everything down beyond redemption. Musing the inner workings of the universe was never Jack's strong suit. Letting out all of his pent up frustration and anger and hatred, however, was more in line with how Jack Morrison thought. Well, trying to, at least. Being stuck under a grinding wheel for his entire career as Commander of Overwatch tired Jack out, and the hope that everything would end seemed far too real, then. So, Jack left. He left everything. Overwatch was doomed from the start, he'd determined, and so leaving it to the dirt and the rubble was the best decision he'd ever made. Damned his life, his friends, his family. He didn't want it anymore. He wanted so bad to completely fade from existence, but Jack Morrison is nothing if not stubborn. Talon, a loose organization of criminals in remote parts of the world, always gave Jack a terrible, terrible feeling. For an entire year, Jack devoted himself to figuring out exactly what happened in Europe that allowed himself and everyone else to be caught off guard. His answer, however, stared him in the face: Gabriel's stint wasn't just his own doing, he took Talon by the hair and used everything he could to tear Overwatch down. With the recent rise in terror strike around the world, it all made sense. With Gabe dead and gone, they shouldn't be so well organized anymore, but that didn't matter, at the moment. Overwatch couldn't protect the world, it never could, but Jack could and all he needed was a goddamned gun and a leather jacket.[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk4QTZBNy5UM0puWVc1cGVtRjBhVzl1SUVsdVptOXliV0YwYVc5dS4wAAAAAAAA/peignot.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#98A6A7]Oʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Aʟɪᴀs[/color] Soldier: 76 [color=#98A6A7]Oʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ[/color] Ex-Overwatch Commando; Currently just Himself [color=#98A6A7]Bᴀsᴇ ᴏғ Oᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs[/color] Vagrant - Somewhere in the Americas [color=#98A6A7]Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Bᴀsᴇ ᴏғ Oᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs[/color] Overwatch HQ, Switzerland [color=#98A6A7]Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʏᴘᴇ / Rᴏʟᴇ[/color] Offensive [color=#98A6A7]Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ[/color] Vigilante [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk4QTZBNy5RV0pwYkdsMGFXVnouMAAAAAAAAAAA/peignot.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#98A6A7]Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs[/color] [color=#C3D4C5]𝟟𝟞[/color] Helix Rockets [indent]What makes the Pulse Rifle so special is what it packs beneath the barrel of the gun. Should Jack need a bit more firepower than the gun offers, he can resort to firing off a trio round of small missiles that explode on impact. They pack a punch, and should they not completely knock a fully armored individual down, they'll definitely bring them to their knees.[/indent] [color=#C3D4C5]𝟟𝟞[/color] Biotic Field [indent]Angela's not the only individual who's taken advantage of her medical research. Jack's own manufactured biotic field is the prototype of a project to replace field medkits, and that has lead to prototype biotic grenades that use the same technology. Jack's version allows him to throw down a field that heals and repairs various wounds acquired, allowing individuals to continue through a fight until they can seek proper medical attention.[/indent] [color=#98A6A7]Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs[/color] [color=#C3D4C5]𝟟𝟞[/color] Pulse Rifle [indent]A prototype rifle stolen by Helix Security, it offers little recoil and can unload a full clip (25 rounds) with minimal spread compared to most automatic assault rifles. It's currently ahead of most firearm technology, though he's had some issues with cleaning it, meaning the gun itself tends to jam on occasion. It's his main choice of weapon, though Jack has experience with various other firearms, as well as explosives, but why change from the best possible choice?[/indent] [color=#98A6A7]Uʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ[/color] [color=#C3D4C5]𝟟𝟞[/color] Tactical Visor [indent]On the surface, Jack's tactical visor allows him to simply lock onto an enemy and shoot until his clip runs out. However, the program Jack uses allows him much more than that. The visor itself tags possible hostiles within his line of sight, pointing out weaknesses and allowing Jack to assess a situation as fast as he can read the data. As well, it scans within his sight range in order to give Jack any important data of the area he might need during a battle. All Jack needs to do is aim and fire beyond that.[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjk4QTZBNy5UM1JvWlhJZ1NXNW1iM0p0WVhScGIyNCwuMAAAAAAAAA,,/peignot.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#98A6A7]Oᴛʜᴇʀ[/color] He's currently under the alias of Soldier: 76 and working closely with Shrike, a hooded man working as a bounty hunter around the world. [color=#98A6A7]Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUCyjDOlnPU][color=#C3D4C5]Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday[/color][/url] [/hider]