[hider=Jack Spades]Name: Jack Spades

Appearance: [img]http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/20800000/LAVI-lavi-bookman-apprentice-20849889-500-500.jpg[/img]
            Except for I have a patch over my left eye.

Scars: burn scars all over back, chest, and arms.

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Skills: Magic of flame to burn or shed light,
        abstract combat with cards sharpened right,  
        But best of all I've saved for last 
        a once broken mind and poetic tongue to match.

History: I used to be named Jack of hearts, now let me tell you a story of how mine became dark.
         It all started when I was but a boy, living on the streets where life was just a ploy.
         Fighting to survive each and every day, always hoping for a hero always hoping to be saved.
         See when I was 9 my father became ill, with my mother long gone too many tears had I spilled.
         I did my best to keep him alive, but with no money or medicine my father soon died.

         So I did what any kid would, I cried and yelled as loud as I could.
         But no one would help a small boy in need, with nothing to offer but a voice of plead.
         I soon learned that the world was dark, most people weren't kind nor' caring in heart.
         So I stole and I fought for all that I needed, hardening my body but in my mind I was bleeding.
         I tried to convince myself what I was doing wasn't wrong, that I had to think without my heart for mine was gone.
         
         At the ripe age of eleven I was walking along, on to my next fight with a boy named Denton
         I was fighting for money started just a year before, I strengthened my body but my mind was torn.
         fifteen minutes past as the fight ended, Denton knocked out and my left eye wounded.
         I got my pay for wining the fight, and just as I was leaving a man called me aside.
         His name was Roye he said he'd been watching and waiting, to find someone for him to start training.
         He was a curious man with fire in his eyes, he had a strange style and an even stranger mind.

         He said he was a jester and a good one at that, but he soon was cast out for his constant spats.
         He had power of flame wielding cards sharpened slick, but his brain was twisted and he loved playing tricks.
         He said it was simple as he watched the tables turn, some people like to just watch the world burn.
         For five long years I studied his flame and style, dawning the same wardrobe and that never fleeing smile.
         One day it seemed like all the others before, till his pranks and his tricks led to burning down a door.

         As I saw him enter the house a flame, I heard some screaming and yelling in pain.
         Now we had played tricks and pranks on towns, but never had we ever brought death raining down.
         I ran threw the flames just in time to see, a mother and child down on there knees.
         As he raised his hand to finish them off, I threw my ace and his finger fell off.
         He turned to me with hatred in his eyes, never have I seen this hobby he disguised.
         I learned that night that he had a passion, killing innocent people in the most gruesome fashion.
         As I looked at the mother and the child in her arms, I promised them that I would save them from harm.

         It didn't take long our battle was short, as the family ran outside the building became scorched.
         We both started burning in our own fire, I made it out while the flames grew higher.
         From the ceiling fell a half burnt beam, and then all I heard was a blood curdling scream.
         As the fire died people gathered around, and out of the ash they pulled a body they found.
         It was the man with fire in his eyes, the evil man named Roye had finally died.
         I then set out on my own journey, to find a new life and a new life I found surely.

         I stopped in a town with a hell of a story, claiming there was a child with life filled with worry.
         It made me stop and think about my own childhood, I figured I could still do this world some good.
         If I protected this child from the curse forced upon her, It might just save my heart and also my honor.
    
         I may not offer medical services and my people skills aren't great, but I am fairly decent at battling fate.
         If ever a violence comes knocking be it beast or man, with my final breathe ill force myself to stand.
         Ill always have a poetic joke and ill always lend an ear, a fire to light the way or simply a shoulder for falling tears.
         So I threw down my black and white with my pointed hat of skulls, soon only to wreak havoc on those who appose.
         I set off with the name Jack Spades,hoping to regain my heart and earn my family name.
         As I approached the door to the house of the said curse, I vowed to protect this child all the way to my hearse.[/hider]