Post by Jack Richardson on Jul 5, 2010 17:06:03 GMT -5
Name: Retired Colonel Jack King Richardson
Nickname: Teddy (To. Ali. Only.), King
Age: 54
Nationality: American
Race: Human
Face Claim: Stephen Lang
Height: 6' 6"
Build: Muscled
Eye Color: Stone Grey
Hair Color: Grey
Hair Style: Short
Clothing Style: Military
Demeanor: Serious, Over-Protective
Likes:
- Ali
- His guns
- Shooting said guns
- Food
- Dogs
Dislikes:
- Most People
- Running out of ammo
- When someone steps too close to Ali
- Brittany Spears
- The government
Skills:
- Is an excellent shot
- Is strong as all heck
- Well trained in self-defense
- Can be gentle when needs to
Flaws:
- Loves his guns a bit too much
- Will shoot at anything
- Is gruff
- Short-tempered
Brief Description:
Jack is a rough sunva bitch. He would just as soon pull out a gun and shoot you dead than help you cross the street. He's your typical tough guy, who also has a love for anything that shoots bullets. Fighting, killing – those are his talents, and he takes great pride in exercising them. Years in the army have toughened him.
Of course, despite his rough, snarly exterior, Jack has a soft spot for one person, and one alone: Ali. She is his “little kitten,” and he tries his hardest to protect her and keep her safe. They have been around each other for nearly eight years now. Ali is the only one he will allow to touch him; if anyone else tries to do so, he will kill them.
Mother: Martha Richardson (deceased)
Father: Kris Richardson
Siblings: Kayla Martin
Other Family: N/A
Spouse/Signifigant Other: Jessica Richardson (Deceased)
Children: Ali (Well, he treats her like one.)
Brief Description:
Jack says his life truly began when he joined the army.
Before, he was a teenager with a father whose hard hand caused him to detest (and even fear) being touched. But when he joined the army, everything changed. Jack became a man, learning how to wield and shoot a gun as well as three different styles of self-defense. At age twenty-five became one of the youngest colonels ever.
He stayed in the army for years and years, even though he had married. During his time in the army, he led his troupe to many victories. However, during his final war, Desert Storm, Jack's troupe was ambushed, and only Jack managed to escape, though his face was forever scarred by the attack.
His wife ended up dying while Jack was in the hospital due to complications with her diabetes.
Despite being honorably discharged from the army, Jack's return to America was a bitter one. He had no training, no skills other than to kill and lead a group of men to kill. He tried to get a job, but people were either thrown off by the scars, or had too scared of him to bring him into employment. Eventually, Jack became a bitter man overall.
Approximately nine years ago, Jack was approached by the lead doctor at an asylum. He offered the ex-colonel a job at his asylum as security and, with no other job offers, took it. For the first couple of weeks, he was happy. His strength was being put to good use, though he couldn't actually kill anyone. But that was okay.
However, one night, when he was about to clock out, he heard a young girl's screaming. Concerned, he headed towards the voice, and was surprised to find a teenager curled up in the corner of the hallway, brown eyes wide, and clutching her head. She complained about the “men in white” and the “voices in her head.”
The doctor appeared then, and laughed off the patient's claims. However, Jack was unnerved by the genuine fear in the girl's eyes, and began to investigate. He learned that she was mutant – a telepathic – and that the doctor was performing some sort of experiments on her. This enraged Jack for reasons even today he can't explain.
He decided to help her escape.
Anything Else:
"Excuse me, sir, but I'm afraid she's coming with me."
At those words, Jack acted. His arm moved from Ali's shoulder, sliding in front of her within the blink of an eye. He pushed her back, behind him, and pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at the woman that had just appeared. All emotion was gone from his face, his eyes, save for icy fury.
"I don't think so," he snarled, pulling back the hammer on the pistol. There was no doubt to anyone watching the scene that Jack Richardson could - and would - pull the trigger should he feel he have to. Hell, he probably would pull it just because it was that kind of night.
But then there was the gentle touch of a hand on his shoulder; its companion touched the top of the Wasp. Ali pushed it down, shaking her head, "It's alright, Jack. It's just Nikki." She glanced over at Ringmistress, then smiled slightly, "God, I haven't seen you in... I haven't seen you since the asylum."
Jack frowned, but reset the gun and holstered it. There was an unspoken question, and Ali smiled lightly, "She knew Hannah. Still does, if her thoughts are correct. And... Oh. Oh!" Her face turned red, "Ty's... wow."