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[h3].: [abbr=Jak the Quick, Quicksilver Jak, Nimble Jak][b][color=377ab3]Jak[/color][/b][/abbr] ♦ [b][color=377ab3]24[/color][/b] ♦ [b][color=377ab3]Male[/color][/b] ♦ [b][color=377ab3]Formerly of the Proletarian Caste[/color][/b] ♦ [b][color=377ab3]Pansexual[/color][/b] :.[/h3][/center]


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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Jak brings light into the world and this is due to a few things, but what is probably the most noticeable thing is his golden hair that’s quite lengthy and often tied up in various loops and braids. When in light, it appears even more yellow than when not; and in light or not in light, his eyes sparkle like the blue sky of old times. Being someone who frequently runs and has to keep quick, his body is, though not muscular, fit enough to maintain the speedy retreats needed for a thief. He is also fairly tall, being someone who reaches sixty-three inches, his general silhouette makes him appear quite formidable.

When it comes to clothing, aside from a rogue hood and cloak, he wears what he can find, which usually is pants and shirts. He doesn’t wear too much for every single item of clothing he wears makes him that much slower. And being in the profession that he is, it stands to reason that he likes to keep his outfits as minimal as possible.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[center][COLOR=377ab3][sub][h1][sub][b]P S Y C H O L O G Y[/b][/sub][/h1][/sub][/COLOR]

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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]In such a cruel world full of darkness and dread, Quicksilver Jak provides those close to him with a bit of light that can brighten up the world. Or at the very least, give them something beautiful to gaze upon. 

Truly, Jak is not one to shy away from acting like he brings joy to those around him. Be it the truth or a fabricated lie that stems from his own “head in the clouds” mind, Jak does not lack confidence -- and despite everything happening outside the walls, despite surviving poverty and orphanage and other terrible aspects of his life, there is something to be said about his outlook on life. He firmly believes a man should do what they can to always look ahead and never behind. Taught by one of the greatest men to ever live this caged world, Jak has never entertained the notion of negativity nor has he entertained the notion that he isn’t great. 

As the self-appointed best of the Proletarian Pickpockets, a group of thieves who are known for being extremely quick on their feet and infamously tenacious, Jak exemplifies everything that The Hand, the man who they were raised/taught by. His real name is unknown but he is called The Hand simply because he is the hand that fed them, taught them. Be crafty, slick, never doubt yourself, and above all else, have a little fun. Jak fully and wholeheartedly believes that life, even one so gloomy as the one they live within the walls, should always be cherished, which is why there is another key aspect to Jak’s personality.

He never kills. Even when faced with certain death, life must be preserved and killed that which also breathes the same air that he does, Jak refuses to take that right away from them. Extremely maim and donate bodily harm to them is allowed within his code of conduct, but Jak [i]refuses[/i] to kill. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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[*]A set of 8 throwing daggers/knives.
[*]Medium pouch of rations and coin.
[*]Two steel short swords
[*]Silver pendant necklace worn at all times

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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Jak never knew his birth parents. He never felt the warmth of his mother’s love or the guidance of who might be his father. For all he knew, they were somewhere in the Bastion. Or they provided soil for the worms in the ground to consume. Jak has never known whether or not his name is Jak. The whole truth is at a young age -- younger than most when they came into The Hand’s care -- Jak arrived on his doorstep. Among seven others, he was raised by this man, taught how to steal and keep his ears closeby, and most of all, when the time comes, he was taught how to fight by this man.

Now, to know why Jak carries himself like he does, first you must know about The Hand. His true name is unknown to those who see him as a father-like figure. Eight children he raised and eight of them became thieves of various makes. A few of them died over the years for not being careful. His band of would-be thieves are known as the Proletarian Pickpockets because while you might not see them, their quick fingers always ensure they’ll always see you. Whether its coin, rations, fruit or even weapons should the score be available to them, The Hand has taught them to be fast and efficient. 

Out of eight that came to his doorstep, the only one that mastered every lesson that The Hand gave him. It got to the point where The Hand grew weak and Jak took the reigns of the Pickpockets. By the age of twenty, Jak was the one giving the lessons and training the young ones to be fast yet sturdy. He was the father figure to these kids who ranged from ten to five.

For a while there, Jak felt like his life finally had meaning and seeing how much these kids looked up to him gave him a new purpose. He could be what The Hand was to him all those years ago. Nearly for four years, it was working out the best that it could for him and his pickpockets, but everything changed when one he thought was ready for a big score but ended up costing them everything. The task was simple: steal a sword from a member of the Red Guard who was known for coming on their corner to release his southern efforts. This task showed quickness and a certain amount of courage in risky situations, but at the time of this happening, the Red Guard soldier saw him, Nyket and soon the Pickpockets were in danger.

Death was certain for Nyket, but there came a compromise. To ensure that this wouldn’t happen again and as a show of good faith, Jak offered himself up in Nyket’s stead. The punishment was worse than death: Jak was to serve for the Phoenix Order.

During his final moments with his kids, Nyket, the oldest of the remaining children, gave Jak a silver pendant necklace, the last remaining token Nyket had from his mother before she died. As he said his final goodbyes and took what he needed, Jak smiled as he made his final journey. Death came to Jak, the Pickpocket and life was flown into Quicksilver Jak of the Phoenix Order.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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