Name: Jacob “Drake” Addens

Age: Seventeen - 17

Appearance: 
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Jacob’s clothing tends to be dusty and a bit unkempt, much like most of his appearance. He is about 5’11” tall and usually doesn’t wear sleeves if he can prevent it; he simply has never felt comfortable covering his arms unless it was cold. The tattoo on his right arm was less a choice than a rite of passage. He joined a gang in the poor district of Dome 4 in his early youth and they simply told him he needed it. His shoes used to be ratty and old, but after joining the couriers, he was refitted with a shiny new pair that only made him better at what he did, adorned in red and black. 

Personality: Jacob wants nothing more than to be a part of something. His youth was so disheveled that he never truly learned where to fit and he missed any chance to learn the difference between dangerous and friendly people. He was smart enough, yes, but he had been given absolutely no sense of safety. With that, he lost the ability to socially interact in an acceptable manner. He used to be able to mimic sincerity and actions in order to feel included, but the influences around him have become so confusing that he shuts them all off and remains in a state of absolute stoicism. When people [i]feel[/i], he has no concept of it and he doesn’t quite know how to tell his true emotion from fake. He simply chose to not feel and to avoid the confusion of it. He understands simple things, like handshakes and basic pleasantries, but doesn’t understand why people make pointless gestures or conversation when there is nothing to discuss. Many would find his personality as cold or uninviting, but in reality it’s a simple state of ignorance. If somebody flirted with or yelled at him, he would simply be confused. This has led to a rather strange quirk when fused with his tactlessness – he’ll simply ask people why they do things or act a certain way. He tends to ask if he should do it too or really ask any other blunt question to better comprehend behavior.

Brief biography: Jacob was first born in the middle district of Dome Four. His father worked in an office, though he never knew which or what he did there, and they lived rather comfortably. He does not greatly remember the middle district, as he has very few real memories of it and the most powerful one is full of heat and a blaze. He tends to simply not think about the fire and loss of his first house which caused his family to move to the poor district. His father seemed to almost fade away into depression and left the house wobbling one day. He didn’t come back and days later, on the dangerous walk to school, Jacob saw him in an alley, unconscious. When he was taken to a doctor, he was in a coma. The family went further into debt and eventually lost him.

After this, though, Jacob and his mother became closer. They were all they had left, after all. He was ten when she got sick and the woman, to her credit, clung to life until he was twelve. He did the only thing he knew how to do: he ran away. He didn’t wait to be taken to some home full of other children he didn’t know and he couldn’t focus in school, so he left home. There was nothing left there for him, he figured. He ended up finding a home in the Apocalyptic Dragons of Four gang, named rather poorly after the Dome’s number. When he was old enough, they gave him his red dragon tattoo. However, changes placed into effect by the new head of security for the Dome lead to their disbandment after a devastating raid. Again, Jacob could do nothing but run away… What else was he to do?

He had to be more careful from then on and resorted to petty thievery and sleight of hand. His thousand-yard stare, he found, was an astounding way to distract people with his gaze as he was stealing from them. He could get as close as a small trading route between the rich and middle districts, where the lower-end riches and higher-end middles would do business. He could steal watches, rings, and even bracelets and would be forgotten before they even noticed he had them. If he was caught in the act, escaping was at a level that the guards couldn’t hope to catch him. One day, however, he knocked over a stall and kicked off another person’s shoulder to get leverage for the escape and somebody was able to capture an image of his face. He isn’t able to go within a hundred feet of the market without being spotted and recognized because his face was posted all over. That is, if he stays to pick pockets. Running through is easy and very often done; it’s made easier when he takes to the roves to pass by. The couriers found him during that rather spectacular escape and recruited him as one of their runners in training.

Extras:
+He doesn’t understand social cues and can be excessively awkward
+His ability with sleight of hand is incredulous - he doesn’t do it as a party-trick, so few witness it often
+A fairly skilled knife-fighter due to the dexterity in his hands and his experience in a gang
+A talent for throwing things accurately
+He can draw, but isn't one to share it - he keeps a notebook hidden under the mattress of his bunk