Name:Jackson "Hart" Mallard
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Description/Picture: It has been a long time since Jackson has looked in a mirror and seen himself. He is a tall man standing close to six foot three and weighing an apt amount of two hundered and thirty pounds. Like his father, Jackson has a rusty red hair that has now been filled with flecks of grey that come with age. His eyes, which once held hope and happiness, are a dull blue color. His face is worn from travel and lack of sleep that is obvious by the heavy bags under his eyes. His distinct high cheek bones and his curved chin, like that of a spade, is what sets him apart from most others he has met.
 In the area of Jackson's collar bone lies a scar left over from a surgery to fix a fracture in the bone. He bears a tattoo on his shoulder of a heart with ice over it, he recieved it after the Keys fell. Jackson wears a silver ring on his left head, as plain as a rock but as priceless as his life to him. He has some obvious bruising around his chest and arms from a recent fight that have yet to heal. Wrapped around his right forearm is a bandage that covers a three inch long cut that is a quarter inch deep recived from a piece a metal while he was on the run from bandits. Jackson's shoulders are broad and mildly strong as the same with his legs. 
 Jackson prefers to wear a simple yet dusty green camo shirt with a red bandana stuffed into it's right breast pocket. His prefered pants are mud caked and blood stained blue jeans that smell of sweat and smoke. Jackson has a pair of stolen size thirteen nikes that are worn out and caked in what seems to be mud but also smells like horse dung.He wears a distinct and torn up, red baseball cap with a rag looped through the back. Jackson hasn't shaved in a long time but still keeps his beard rather neat by tieing it together in a thick strand and then wrapping it in back up into a small ball kept in place by a hair tie. The length of the beard is about seven inches long.
Personality: Jackson was a hopeful, not a fanatic like some of the other but a hopeful. He believed that the keys would unite humanity and make them stronger as whole. Instead, the keys caused destruction, death, and overall decay of what made people human. Yet, Jackson tried to hold onto his hope and pray that things would change for the better, that people would change for the better. 
 After a turn of events, everything broke inside of Jackson. He lost his hope and he saw the world as it was, a crumbling pile of dung. What had made him hold onto his hope was torn from his arm and killed right in front of him. He could no longer hope for a better world with better people and better life styles. All he could see was the darkness and despair that was the real world and he let it envelop him. He changed from a man who had hope to a person who had see the darkest pits of despair and had let it come to him. Jackson was no longer Jackson and instead took up the name Hart, a man who hunted bandits who killed with out mercy. Hart is defiant and will not stop until those who kill are killed, even him.
Background: Jackson was born three seconds after his twin brother Meryl in early March in the city of New York. Meryl was the opposite of Jackson, a smart kid with a bright future if he would just do the work. Jackson had to work to keep good grades and become an archeitect as he wanted to. Jackson grew up knowing the true meaning of hard work while his brother Meryl had everything given to him. Meryl recived scholarships to prestigous schools while Jackson got a crap scholarship to a school that was even worse than he thought. Yet, Jackson loved his brother more than he hated him. He knew that if he could be more like his twin he would.
 Jackson went on to work as an archeitect while Meryl joined the United States Navy nuclear propulsion program. Meryl served for four years then went on to work as a teacher for a local high school in New York city in Physics. Jackson constructed several buildings which included a mall, a multitude of apartments, and a hotel. After the keys started falling, Jackson and Meryl quickly left New York city for their parents summer home in North Carolina. Soon after their arrival, Meryl was taken by the government to do testing on the keys. He was reported dead three weeks later and Jackson was the only one who could take care of Meryl's daughter Jennie. It was a year after the keys fell that Jackson lost Jennie, his only connection to the world. Their house had been raided while Jackson was out trying to find some food. By the time he had gotten back Jennie was lying on the floor, slowly bleeding to death from a gun shot to the thigh.
 Jackson watched as a raider came back to finsh her off and tore her from his arms. She was killed right in front of him and he was left alive, almost as a kind of torture. Not long after that, Jackson decided to chose a new name, Hart, and recive a tattoo of a heart with ice over it from a very shady man. Hart sold his remaining supply of food for weapons and joined people who were transporting things like food and drinks across the country. He has performed this job since Jennie died and only recently recived a letter from this man who Jackson knows nothing about.
Strengths: Jackson is a stalwart man. He has a way with constructing buildings and has picked up a few things that are needed for survival in the past few years.
Weaknesses/Allergies/Fears: Jackson is allergic to pollen and dust which causes him to sneeze. He is afraid of spiders and of snakes. Jackson is hard to get through to when he has an idea in his head and even harder to talk out of making an action he has already decided on. Jackson prefers not to be interrupted which has cause a bit too many disputes than it should have.
Gear: A medium sized backpack, a canteen with a little bit of fresh water, and a pocket knife. Inside his backpack he has three cans of beans, a tinderbox, a pair of brass knuckles, and a sleeping bag. He carries on his belt a three foot loop of string wrapped tightly around and a pouch filled with coins, mostly five dimes and ten quarters.Attached to his backpack by string hangs a rusty machete.