JACK ANDERS, RETIRED HUNTER

JACK ANDERS,

This is gospel for the fallen ones

The impact left upon this former hunter by his previous line of work has left profound changes in the man’s personality. Originally eager and naïve to serve society as a whole, this optimistic view through the looking glass quickly shattered as a more grim, morose, and immediately pressing reality presented itself while on duty. Through his burdensome experiences, Jack comes off as incredibly pessimistic regarding humanity as a whole despite finding great delight interacting with specific individuals.

Though somethings have changed, many things have remained consistent. As creature of habit, Jack experiences innate discomfort, irritability and insatiability when his daily patterns are unexpectedly altered. He requires his morning coffee, post lunch nap, and post nap coffee in order to function properly throughout the day. (More times than not, there’s a profound necessity for additional caffeine.)

With all that in mind, the best way to describe Jack would be likably jaded. Despite his generally unhappy demeanor and somewhat harsh choice of words, there’s a distinct sense of concern and willingness to listen when speaking with the weary retiree. Others might also notice that with a few rare exceptions aside, the man’s incredibly lax when it comes to rules and societal norms. In fact, it can be said that he possesses a distinct dislike for the status quo and openly displays his discontent toward it, showing little concern for potential repercussions.

Jack comes off as roughly average with regards to height, standing in at five feet and nine inches. With respect to weight, he’s a bit on the lankier side considering his slender figure and taut body type. The constant intake of stimulants also aids in keeping his metabolism boosted, resulting in a somewhat underweight appearance and slightly abnormal BMI. Though his figure doesn’t come off as blatantly sickly, it does raise a bit of concern from former colleagues and close friends.

At first glance, the complexion of his skin seems for the most part well taken care of, showing off a rich creamy color and consistency that screams well hydrated. Upon further inspection though, one begins to notice lighter skin tones on his upper arms and torso, specifically outlining rounded squares. The most obvious cause of these malformations is the consistent placement of nicotine patches. It’s more likely than not an oversight on Jack’s behalf. There are also two visibly noticeable ports grafted into his flesh on his right lower arm. With proper expertise and inspection, one would be able to identify them as hemodialysis ports for blood filtration.

Unlike his complexion, the retiree’s hair is much more straightforward and has little to tell. Consisting of a vibrant citrus orange, Jack allows his hair to grow to a rather generous length, running down to his shoulders if not past them. (The length varies depending on his current preference.) Though allowed to flow freely on his back, it appears to be well kept and tended to.

The most noticeable feature would be the ex-hunter’s eye. Yes, eye as in singular. (For the sake of brevity he states that his missing right eye was the result of a work accident. Truth be told, it was due to self-mutilation induced by a prolonged cluster migraine and a severe bout of depression. The white lie is a more socially acceptable story, yes?) In any case, a bustling, blue, sapphire shine comes from it that screams with life, almost as if defying the inevitably ticking clock his constantly failing health imposes. Though not coming off as an excessively wild gaze, it definitely spooks some of the more timid individuals he’s come across. An eye patch covers the other socket. What lies beneath and has yet to be seen by anyone save for a medical examiner.


Jack opts to fill his wardrobe primarily with collared, buttoned down shirts and dress pants to run with a more professional look despite his retirement. His closet is filled with an impressively vast assortment of matching ties which he rotates out on whim. On rare occasion, the man can be spotted wearing a rather snug hoodie when his laziness reaches its peak.

The one consistent part of his attire is his shoes. Consisting of two pairs in total, these seemingly expensive pairs of leather shoes are worn on a daily basis without exception. (One pair is black while the other is brown.) According to Jack, they’re incredibly comfortable. Though the price tag was a bit excessive, and the customization fees not exactly cheap, the man insists they’re worth every single penny.

Parents
Mother: Evelyn Anders (missing)
Father: Mark Anders (missing)

Siblings
Sister: Sarah Anders (alive – youngest sibling)

Extended Family
Aunt: Maria Aldwin (alive – mother’s side)
Cousin: Erin Aldwin (alive)



At the age of eighteen, Jack Anders was assigned the title of caretaker for his younger sibling. Both parents had gone missing during a spree of mysterious abductions and were never found. Due to the abrupt need for money as a result of their parents’ disappearances, the lad enlisted as a hunter in order to scrape out a living. Scraping out a living was putting it politely however. Lacking sorely in the combative arts, he’d continue to struggle with putting food on the table until stumbling across a stroke of good fortune. After several months, the hunter organization had caught on to the fact that the young man was uncannily good at locating his targets. In order to make better use of their resources, the higher ups quickly assigned him a partner that covered for his... short comings.

His partner went by the name Renault Bishop. Though both were previously unknown in the world of hunters, their code names were quickly brought to the limelight as the pairing saw meteoric success due to their complementary and synergistic nature. Nicknamed as “The Warden and the Hound,” the two men continued to enjoy the fruits of their labors for a good many years. Like all good things though, this dynamic duo also came to part.


According to the records Jack had developed a severe case of insomnia which resulted in a sharp decline of performance. This in turn led to an unhealthy dependence on stimulants, causing irreparable kidney damage which eventual lead to his retirement from the field. What isn’t mentioned in the records however is the fact that over the last several years, Jack had slowly begun to develop an oddity. With each passing hunt, more and more of what he referred to as karmic visions began to plague him in his sleep, resulting in many sleepless nights. For some reason, the man was being granted insights on his victims. Yes – victims, not prey. These seemingly realistic images continued to haunt the man to such a crippling degree that he found himself unwilling to continue his work. After all, once these primal savages were humanized a bit, it became hard to differentiate magi and humans. Was there ever really a difference to begin with? His thoughts quickly venturing down a dangerously steep path, only an early retirement awaited the once notorious Hound.

No longer needing to take care of his now grown sister, the man instead opted to live off his savings and the occasional odd job that drifted his way.

- Seer: A person with this ability has flashes of still images that go through their mind when they come into physical contact with either an item or another living being (person or animal). This is an unstable ability that works randomly and out of their control. Persons with this untrained ability have been known to be treated as insane so be careful who you share this with.

- Heightened Sense of Smell: Can now track someone similar to a hunting dog. You can even smell the baking pie from down the street.

- Aroma Memory: (Upgrade of Heightened Sense of Smell) Can now memorize smells and categorize them mentally. Sure, you can recognize the smell of apple fritters. But now you can tell apart the smell of one person to another. For instance, you'll recognize the scent of the escaped prey from five months ago.

- Bound: Enhanced jumping distances. You can now bound over a good ten feet. Just be careful on your landing. Wouldn't want you to break a leg. It's happened, poor John Doe.


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- Augmented Weapon (Retired Hunter): Bone whistle – Type Zero, Illusion (shatters existing illusions when blown)

[b]Dogs – Bullets and Carnage, Badou Nails[/b] as [i]Jack Anders[/i]