Post by Deleted on May 27, 2012 14:47:04 GMT -6
JACK EVANS
Age: 32
Occupation: Crook / Murderer / Kidnapper
From: London
Accent: British
AI: Hugh Jackman
Personality: Ask Jack Evans, and he will tell you he is a modern day Robin Hood. Stealing from the rich. Everything that Jack does is justified. He steals for a reason. No one should have everything. He likes to think that he balances out the system. Jack Evans is a chipper man, with a wild imagination and sense of humor. He thrives off of adrenaline, but only severe actions can get him to that delightful high. Jack does not plan, but works well under intense pressure and is quick moving on his feet. He is a trained MMA fighter, and believes that the best weaponry he has are his fists. Jack Evans does not like the feeling of being frightened. The way he views his life is that what can scare you if you are the person to be feared? Jack pushes back everything hurtful and sad, as if it is not allowed to exist in his life. Nothing serious. Don't lie to Jack Evans- because he will call it. Any bluff, he will call. Jack can read people as if he had everyone on file in his brain. Jack Evans works for no one and fears nothing. Life is a wild, joyous ride.
History: London town did not treat Jack Evans very nicely. Jack was always the boy who was picking toyed with and had no friends. His mother often told him it was because he was 'different', and his mother was truly his only best friend. Jack was the only child of his parents, and they were the poorest of poor. His father worked at a factory and his mother helped out at the battered women's facility as well as the orphanage. To him, Jack's parents were saints. So why was life delivering so horribly to them?
Life only delivered the worst when his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, and they could not afford to get her better.
With his world twisted upside down, Jack went to school for one of his last days, but had had it with the ultimate bully. It was after school, and they had ended up near an alley. It was three against one. Jack Evans was so timid and shy all his life, that he knew he was a dead man. The look in their eyes- they really wanted to do some damage. To Jack, since they couldn't afford doctors or hospitals- he knew it would be permanent. So he fought for his life. His jabs shocked him- his reverse punched connected like a bolt- and the aggression he took out was enough to blind him with fire. He had won the fight. The leader was out cold with his face smothered in blood, the other had a gushing lip helping the other one who went nowhere near Jack, get them out of there.
Jack Evans stood their, panting, crying, and alone. When they had left, he had heard footsteps approach him from behind. When a firm hand gripped his shoulder, Jack's life was forever changed.
Jaxon Hughes, known underground as 'Ace', was apart of underground fighting. He recruited Jack, showed him a world that he had never seen before, and took him under his wing. Jack Evans lost his first couple fights, but still had gotten a little bit of pay. The pay went right to his mother. Jack began ditching school, hitting the gym, training, and at night slipping out to fight. Jack would share his winnings with his family, telling him that he had gotten a job at the corner store. It was an obvious lie, but his father and mother never questioned him because it was going to get his mother healthy.
Jack Evans was an unstoppable force. He had fought his way near death, but into earnings that could finally help his mother. When she had finally gone into get surgery- she was to frail to make it. Jack remembered being out in the waiting room when it had happened with his father. Everyone had stopped to ask if Jack needed to be looked at because of all the bruising and cuts from fighting- but he ignored it. So did his father. Then all the doctors and surgeons, sprinted into the room where his mother was. Jack remembered running too, sobbing, trying to get in. Then he heard that long beep and he stopped fighting. His mother's fight was over too.
Jack Evans remembered thinking how unfair it was that because they had to wait so long to get money that a life was ended because of it. In the other room, someone who could afford something was getting help, and someone else was dead.
Jack didn't want to fight anymore. He didn't show up. The thing about joining that lifestyle? You're trapped. Jack Evans was helping his father work on their apartment when Jack went to take out the trash. That's when they grabbed him, took him away, and beat him. Ace was there, shining a light in his face. He was upset that Jack had betrayed him. Ace tortured him, and Jack Evans will never be able to get rid of the back scars or the scars on his neck, but Jack would be able to get rid of Ace. That night, when Ace untied him, that's exactly what Jack did too.
Jack Evans ran away. He went to his father, and gave him whatever cash he had in his safe and told him to get the hell out of London. His father, being a defenseless b*stard took the money. Jack ran away.
He ran first to Paris. He changed his name. He changed his appearance. There's something that changes a person when death, torture, no schooling, no job, no nothing happens- A person changes entirely. Jack Evans remembered looking at himself in the mirror knowing that his lifestyle would be different. That instead of fearing all of that now, he would be feared. That he would work for himself and no on else. He wouldn't be trapped.
Jack Evans had raised hell wherever he went. He stole to give, and seduced to use. As time grew long, he had gotten sick of Paris. He moved to America- becoming quite good at changing all of his ID's and such. It was simple when it was all your practiced and knew. Jack went into Las Vegas- working there. He was infamous but no one knew him. Jack Evans was introduced to the mofia, appreciating another lifestyle. That was when he performed his second murder. Second turned into third. It really wasn't that bad. They were bad people anyhow.
Stealing was what he admired most. Anything shiny. Jack remembered stealing casino coins from the richest of all, and then dropping them into a sad tourist's cup when they were looking the other way. He was like a saint in his own way. Helping out the poor, killing off the evil.
Jack traveled across America, developing accents and new styles. He even ventured off to Italy for awhile for a 'vacation'. He could do anything, anyone- and he was having a ball.
Jack Evans is returning to Paris now after having a discussion with someone in Italy who discussed how Paris' jewel line was growing. Think of how much money it would be to bring it out of the county? Jack doesn't have to think. He just does.
