Jack’s whole life had been dedicated to protecting his sister. Even before their years out at sea, Jack had kept Jane under his wing constantly and barely left her side. They didn’t grow up with money or status, their lives weren’t extravagant and Jack had often wondered if he would ever see anything else besides the small village they had grown up in by the coast. His parents were kind people and were well-liked by the villagers in Fenris. His father was a fisherman and his mother was the most selfless and giving woman Jack had ever known. Often giving up her rations of food so her children weren’t starved and tending to a stressed husband who battled day in and day out in providing for their family.
Jack knew that he wanted to be like his father when he grew older. A strong, hardworking, and diligent man who made the best out of what life seemed to throw his way. His father’s line of work wasn’t noble and it wasn’t well-favored in their village, but Jack admired the man and his way of life and he saw no better way to spend his days.
He and his sister were taken when he was nine years old. Jack and his sister, Jane, had snuck onto the village’s fishing boat – hiding behind large burlap sacks and piles of rope. They wanted to surprise their father for his birthday, they had even brought him a pastry their mother had baked fresh that morning. Right as their father had found them, a canon sounded off and splinters of wood began to fly. Jack remembered the ship rumbling and quaking as if the earth itself was being torn apart. He remembered Jane’s screams and his father’s large and fearful eyes as another boom sounded off before the clanking of heavy boots echoed across the deck. Their father tried to cover them back up with sacks and rope and anything else his hands could muster, but he was not quick enough. Rough and dirt ridden hands grabbed their small and cowering bodies and Jack’s throat grew raw from screaming. He had tried to escape the clutches of the pirate – the captain – but the iron grip that held him and his sister did not waver and the last thing Jack Harding saw was his father’s outstretched hand and the sinking fishing boat being engulfed by the unforgiving sea.
He didn’t know if his father made it out alive or not.
The Retribution had taken everything from Jack. His home, his parents, his life. It had even taken Jane, who was now someone he no longer recognized. The dreaming boy was now forced to grow into a cold-hearted and ruthless man as soon as he stepped foot onto Captain Alistair’s ship. As he grew older, Jack learned to keep his head down and not question Alistair’s orders. As a boy, he had received plenty of lashes for disobeying him. Thick and unforgiving scars now line the majority of Jack’s back and he has now been trained into silence.
Now, Jack mostly keeps to himself. He put most of his focus into learning swordsmanship and has trained day in and day out to be the killer Alistair wanted him to become, however nowhere near as bloodthirsty as his sister. He kills to stay alive, but Jack keeps track of the men that had died by his hand in a small journal in his quarters. Besides the numbers, the pages are also covered in black inky drawings of the horrors he has witnessed in his thirteen years under Alistair’s control. He never knew why he and his sister were taken and he never dared to ask.
Jack has always been one to put others before himself. He learned how to braid Jane’s hair and to take care of her when their parents were far too busy trying to scrounge up any sort of money they could. He taught her about the world, the oceans, how to fish, and how to tie knots. Jack taught Jane to stand up for herself, even though she rarely needed to with him around. Family was all he had and Jack made sure that the bond he had between him and Jane growing up would never falter.
However, things have now changed.
While Jack continues to watch out for his sister, especially in the hell they had been thrown into, Jane makes it nearly impossible for him to be the older brother he once was. Granted, Jack has never gone anywhere and still keeps an eye on Jane, whether she is aware of it or not. Jack has been and will always be loyal to a fault and very protective of the people he cares about. He often faces a battle between himself – to give in to the life that was forced upon him, or to remain hopeful that things will eventually return to normal and he could go back to being the young son of a fisherman with a sister who looked at him as if he created the sea himself.
Besides his sister, Jack doesn’t care much for anyone and he isn’t afraid to show it. He can come across as standoffish and annoyed. He doesn’t talk much and rarely smiles and cracks jokes. Jack has been trained to keep his head low and to follow Alistair’s orders. Once he had been the resilient and stubborn boy who talked too much and said everything on his mind, just like his sister. However, now he masks his true colors with a hard to break exterior. He is often seen as the grouch on the ship and has a habit for getting into fights to take out his frustration. Jack is known for not getting along with others and that often leads to the many cuts and bruises that riddle his body. He spends his nights at sea drinking away his memories of his long lost life that was taken from him and resorts to gambling and finding anything to numb the aching feeling of never seeming to belong. Whereas his sister thrives in the life of piracy, Jack believes that he will never grow used to this forced lifestyle. This boy has a large heart and isn’t able to use it.
Jack stands at about roughly six feet tall. He has a muscular build due to many years onboard The Retribution. His skin is tanned from being out in the sun and his hair is thick and a dirty blonde color. It grows fairly quickly and he often will sport longer hair for a while until Jane decides to chop it off. His eyes are a bright ocean blue and stands out against his features. Thick scars race along his back from Alistair’s whip from when he was a teenager and he hides them regularly. You will often find him in a loose tunic with tighter brown pants followed by leather boots. He doesn’t like hats, he thinks they are too dramatic, and he keeps himself looking fairly simple. An array of pistols and daggers will be strapped to his waist at all times and he keeps his sword stowed away in his quarters. His face is often set in a stone-cold glare and his features are anything but kind.
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twenty two - pirate - heterosexual
Jack’s whole life had been dedicated to protecting his sister. Even before their years out at sea, Jack had kept Jane under his wing constantly and barely left her side. They didn’t grow up with money or status, their lives weren’t extravagant and Jack had often wondered if he would ever see anything else besides the small village they had grown up in by the coast. His parents were kind people and were well-liked by the villagers in Fenris. His father was a fisherman and his mother was the most selfless and giving woman Jack had ever known. Often giving up her rations of food so her children weren’t starved and tending to a stressed husband who battled day in and day out in providing for their family.
Jack knew that he wanted to be like his father when he grew older. A strong, hardworking, and diligent man who made the best out of what life seemed to throw his way. His father’s line of work wasn’t noble and it wasn’t well-favored in their village, but Jack admired the man and his way of life and he saw no better way to spend his days.
He and his sister were taken when he was nine years old. Jack and his sister, Jane, had snuck onto the village’s fishing boat – hiding behind large burlap sacks and piles of rope. They wanted to surprise their father for his birthday, they had even brought him a pastry their mother had baked fresh that morning. Right as their father had found them, a canon sounded off and splinters of wood began to fly. Jack remembered the ship rumbling and quaking as if the earth itself was being torn apart. He remembered Jane’s screams and his father’s large and fearful eyes as another boom sounded off before the clanking of heavy boots echoed across the deck. Their father tried to cover them back up with sacks and rope and anything else his hands could muster, but he was not quick enough. Rough and dirt ridden hands grabbed their small and cowering bodies and Jack’s throat grew raw from screaming. He had tried to escape the clutches of the pirate – the captain – but the iron grip that held him and his sister did not waver and the last thing Jack Harding saw was his father’s outstretched hand and the sinking fishing boat being engulfed by the unforgiving sea.
He didn’t know if his father made it out alive or not.
The Retribution had taken everything from Jack. His home, his parents, his life. It had even taken Jane, who was now someone he no longer recognized. The dreaming boy was now forced to grow into a cold-hearted and ruthless man as soon as he stepped foot onto Captain Alistair’s ship. As he grew older, Jack learned to keep his head down and not question Alistair’s orders. As a boy, he had received plenty of lashes for disobeying him. Thick and unforgiving scars now line the majority of Jack’s back and he has now been trained into silence.
Now, Jack mostly keeps to himself. He put most of his focus into learning swordsmanship and has trained day in and day out to be the killer Alistair wanted him to become, however nowhere near as bloodthirsty as his sister. He kills to stay alive, but Jack keeps track of the men that had died by his hand in a small journal in his quarters. Besides the numbers, the pages are also covered in black inky drawings of the horrors he has witnessed in his thirteen years under Alistair’s control. He never knew why he and his sister were taken and he never dared to ask.
Jack has always been one to put others before himself. He learned how to braid Jane’s hair and to take care of her when their parents were far too busy trying to scrounge up any sort of money they could. He taught her about the world, the oceans, how to fish, and how to tie knots. Jack taught Jane to stand up for herself, even though she rarely needed to with him around. Family was all he had and Jack made sure that the bond he had between him and Jane growing up would never falter.
However, things have now changed.
While Jack continues to watch out for his sister, especially in the hell they had been thrown into, Jane makes it nearly impossible for him to be the older brother he once was. Granted, Jack has never gone anywhere and still keeps an eye on Jane, whether she is aware of it or not. Jack has been and will always be loyal to a fault and very protective of the people he cares about. He often faces a battle between himself – to give in to the life that was forced upon him, or to remain hopeful that things will eventually return to normal and he could go back to being the young son of a fisherman with a sister who looked at him as if he created the sea himself.
Besides his sister, Jack doesn’t care much for anyone and he isn’t afraid to show it. He can come across as standoffish and annoyed. He doesn’t talk much and rarely smiles and cracks jokes. Jack has been trained to keep his head low and to follow Alistair’s orders. Once he had been the resilient and stubborn boy who talked too much and said everything on his mind, just like his sister. However, now he masks his true colors with a hard to break exterior. He is often seen as the grouch on the ship and has a habit for getting into fights to take out his frustration. Jack is known for not getting along with others and that often leads to the many cuts and bruises that riddle his body. He spends his nights at sea drinking away his memories of his long lost life that was taken from him and resorts to gambling and finding anything to numb the aching feeling of never seeming to belong. Whereas his sister thrives in the life of piracy, Jack believes that he will never grow used to this forced lifestyle. This boy has a large heart and isn’t able to use it.
Jack stands at about roughly six feet tall. He has a muscular build due to many years onboard The Retribution. His skin is tanned from being out in the sun and his hair is thick and a dirty blonde color. It grows fairly quickly and he often will sport longer hair for a while until Jane decides to chop it off. His eyes are a bright ocean blue and stands out against his features. Thick scars race along his back from Alistair’s whip from when he was a teenager and he hides them regularly. You will often find him in a loose tunic with tighter brown pants followed by leather boots. He doesn’t like hats, he thinks they are too dramatic, and he keeps himself looking fairly simple. An array of pistols and daggers will be strapped to his waist at all times and he keeps his sword stowed away in his quarters. His face is often set in a stone-cold glare and his features are anything but kind.