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| User: | jaxjackal (259105) |
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| Name: | Jackal - Jax | |||||||||
| E-mail: | porcelainxtears@gmail.com | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Character Information Name: Jax True Name: Maxwell Holister Gender: Male Age: 26 Birthday: April 10th, 1995 Greatest Ambition: To gain as much power as possible, regardless of how he comes to obtain it. Physical Description: Height: 6’2" Weight: 175 Eyes: green Hair: dark blonde/brown and kept short Jax stands at 6’2” with perfect military posture. Most of his weight comes from his muscle mass. He’s lean but his muscles are well defined and in top shape. He keeps his dark brown hair short out of habit, not for aesthetic reasons. His eyes are green though they seem to change their shade on a whim. He’s most often seen wearing a black t-shirt, army green military pants and black heavy duty boots. He has various scars all over from his time at war and as a POW, though the most prominent one follows the curve of his ribcage on the right side of his chest below his breast. Distinguishing Marks: A stylized head of a Jackal tattoo that covers most of his back. Sexual Orientation: Straight Single or taken: Single Best friend: No one (open for plot though!) Personality: Jax doesn’t have to try hard to make people at ease, or to intimidate them. He can switch his mood and appearance on and off like a light. Being in the military and being a POW brought out his natural resourcefulness. His unit used to joke with him and call him MacGyver because he could do the most amazing things with next to no resources. That was how he earned the name of Jackal and when he got the large jackal tattoo on his back. Jackals are scavengers and make a pretty good life out of the scraps that the world throws at them. His closest military friends shortened the nickname to Jax. Jax wasn’t always a bad guy. Ok, he wasn’t as bad as he is now. The military opened up a part of him that likely would have laid to rest his entire life if he hadn’t joined. He found more joy in killing than most of his other comrades. If he felt he had a reason to kill someone, regardless of how shallow the reason was, then nothing stayed his hand. Jax is full of reasons that justify all of the murders he’s committed. Jax can be a friendly guy if he thinks that by being so it will benefit his agenda. He’s a ruthless leader that lets nothing slide and unlike some of the other tribes he is judge and jury to all those who fall under his hand. Perhaps one of the most dangerous things about Jax is that he has no cause, now real rhyme, reason or driving force behind his actions. While he is calculating and intelligent he works best in the heat of the moment and often makes startlingly brash decisions. Personal History: Maxwell Holister was born to Jennifer and Randolph Holister on April 10th, 1995. His mother had great stakes in the Mary Kay enterprise while his father worked in the uppermost level of the Ratheon corporation. Maxwell’s family was not filthy rich, but they were certainly comfortable in their upper-middle class position. His father was often away on business trips or locked away in his in-home office. Maxwell was never allowed in that office. His father told him that his office was only for men and until Maxwell could prove that he was a man, he wouldn’t be allowed in there. Though the door of the office physically separated Maxwell from his father, there was also a canyon of emotional distance that hurt even worse. His mother was attentive enough, though she spent most of her time on the phone or shopping. She also always agreed with whatever decisions his father would make, even if they were the wrong decisions. Maxwell wasn’t particularly interested in sports, cars, or other things that men were supposed to be interested in. He proffered reading to most of those things and that infuriated his father. His father often told him that the only way a man learned anything was through sweating it out. Maxwell always found this hard to believe because he couldn’t remember ever seeing his father break a sweat. Maxwell was given the finest education at the best private school in Seattle. From pre-school to high school he was one of the most popular kids. It was all thanks to Jameson Akeno Jr. Their fathers worked together at Ratheon and once the boys started going to school together it was an instant friendship that brought the families close together. The first day he met the boy it was like a whole new world had opened up to him. Jameson was into sports, cars, all the things that boys were supposed to enjoy. Despite Maxwell’s shy ways Jameson was somehow able to open him up and encouraged him to join him in the activities that Maxwell’s father put so much importance on. By the time Jameson and Maxwell reached high school Maxwell was involved in soccer, football and the swim team. Although Maxwell and Jameson weren’t particularly bad kids they were able to get away with a lot of things that other kids weren’t. Their group of friends were the most popular in school and high school was like a dream to Maxwell. His father actually smiled at him on occasion and his mother fawned over his budding muscles and physical talent. Jameson and Maxwell received sports scholarships to the same prestigious university. They’d often talked about taking a year off and traveling before they started school, but their parents wanted none of it. Then Maxwell met an army recruiter at their high school graduation. The man told him about the opportunities he’d have in the armed forces. They’d pay for his school when he returned and most importantly he would be able to travel to far away places. At their graduation party Maxwell tried to explain to Jameson what the recruiter had told him but Jameson wanted none of it. He said that the military was for brainless dolts and that he didn’t want to throw his life away for someone else’s cause. That was the first and only rift in Maxwell and Jameson’s relationship but it altered their friendship forever. He would never see Jameson again. The next day Maxwell went to the recruiting office and signed up with the Army Special Forces. He was only eighteen years old. His father had punched him in the face when Maxwell told him that he was going into the military. Needless to say, the old man wasn’t happy. He thought that Maxwell was throwing his life away. Maxwell basically told his father to piss off and left for boot camp the next day. The United States had just started sending troops to back up their interests in the Israeli/Palestinian conflict that was coming to a peak after so many years of fighting. After six months of boot camp and then another three in special forces training Maxwell was sent to Israel. He was the youngest person in decades to have received the rank and privileges he did as a sniper in the special forces. Even though he was barely nineteen when he entered the conflict it was clear from the start that he was an asset. He’d taken to the military life like a duck to water. He found comfort in the comradery he shared with his fellow soldiers, he enjoyed the rush he got from combat and most of all he felt more free than he had in his entire life. It was as if he’d truly found his calling. There was only one problem, a problem that even his closest superior officers and friends didn’t see coming. Maxwell had no cause and he didn’t believe in the ones that his friends preached. He was simply along for the ride, and a soldier with no conviction is a dangerous friend and an even more dangerous enemy. It was during his time in the army that he dropped the name Maxwell and took on the nickname of Jax, short for Jackal. His unit used to joke with him and call him MacGyver because he could do the most amazing things with next to no resources. That was how he earned the name of Jackal and when he got the large jackal tattoo on his back. Six months after he came to Israel he was sent on a secret mission, alone. He was placed in the top of a bombed out mosque on the Gaza strip. He was there for days waiting for a convoy that was supposed to pass by, that was supposed to be transporting Achan Idra, a famed leader of a Palestinian terrorist organization. Jax’s mission was to assassinate him. When the time and day of the convoy passed and still no one had come by Jax remained at his post. Three days passed with no sign of anything, and the empty mosque below his perch in the dome had started to make him edgy. It was on day four that he was taken prisoner by Achan’s men. They beat him senseless when they first found him, but they did not kill him. They took him to their underground hiding place in the heart of the Gaza strip. Jax didn’t fully come to for over a week since he’d been taken and the brief moments that he had were pain filled blurs filled with yelling in a language he could only understand fragments of. Jax didn’t know it but his capture was all over the news, and his parents were horrified, though his father would only curse what he deemed as stupidity. While he lay in a dark cell, half unconscious he’d become somewhat of a celebrity. Achan refused to negotiate with Israel or the United States for Jax and thus began his year long experience of being a prisoner of war. The first few months were the hardest. They drilled him for answers to questions he had no knowledge of, starved him, beat him and tortured him. It was on the first day of his fourth month of imprisonment that he was brought before Achan Idra himself. He was thin and near the point of delirium when they sat him down at Idra’s feet, and though he was bound, laid a feast of food and drink before him. The one man that Jax should have wanted to obliterate was inches from him but all he could think about was the food before him and he threw himself at it like a wild animal. Idra spoke to him in slow accent-lavished English. Most of what he said was unheard by Jax’s hunger-focused mind, but when he was so full he was about to be sick he leaned back to listen to the man. Idra asked Jax what his convictions were and when Jax said he had none Idra smiled and laughed. Idra explained the views of his terrorist organization to Jax in a way that he never heard before and Jax drank it all in like water. It was then that Jax pledged his loyalty to their cause, and for the first time in his life he had a reason to act, a motivation that gave him some sort of moral compass. For the next eight months his captors secretly trained him in guerilla warfare, sword play, desert survival skills, and stamina. When it was time for Jax to return to the U.S. military they had to make things look legitimate so they fed him only scraps for a month and beat him almost as badly as they had when they’d first found him. Jax was willing to endure it all again for Idra’s cause. Just before he left the hiding place Idra threw him against the wall and sliced open his chest in a line that followed the curve of his ribs just below his right breast. Then he held the knife to Jax’s lips and told him to taste his own blood, so he would know what conviction and truth filled veins tasted like. So that he would be able to taste the lies and deceit in his enemy’s blood. Jax was traded to the U.S. Military for one of Idra’s men that had been a prisoner of the U.S. army. After recovering in a military hospital in Germany Jax was deemed sane and healthy enough to return to active duty. But though he may have seemed the same something fundamental had changed within him. For the next year and a half he remained on active duty in Israel, though he worked as a double agent. He got more of his men killed and more of their secrets revealed than any amount of harm he did to the Palestinians. He remained on active duty for the next year and a half before his tour ended and he was sent home. He hadn’t seen or talked to his family or friends since he was eighteen. His parents flew to Germany with Jameson Jr. to see him in the military hospital but he had refused to see them. Needless to say, when he returned to Seattle at the age of 22 and a half, things were tense. Not only because he hadn’t seen his family and friends in ages but because a pathogen known as the Ans virus had already began its work to rapidly reduce the entire population of people over 25. He made no effort to contact his friends or family when he came back to town, but instead worked closely with Idra’s ties in the United States to somehow continue his work for them. He had only been home for a month when the federal marshal showed up at his apartment door. They told him that a case of treason was being built against him and that he was to be put under government custody until it was completed. Jax was amused that they were so concerned about him when there was a pandemic wiping out the human race. He was supposed to be flown to Washington D.C. for his trial but when the plane stopped for technical difficulties in New Haven, Wyoming, the airport came under attack. Society was fast deteriorating and in the chaos he was able to escape the airport and the government's custody. Shortly after that he was able to join up with a rogue unti of U.S. Soldiers and become their leader. As the weeks went by Jax was able to gain a virtual army of followers and eventually take over the city. He ruled the city with an iron fist until early in the year 2020 when a violent uprising defeated his army and destroyed the city. He was injured in the battle and so retreated to the Wyoming woods to recoup and rebuild his band of followers. Now he has taken over the Mountain Lions portion of Sundance and for the moment is playing it cool, pretending to be a peacemaker. Birth Location: Seattle, Washington Blood Family: Mother: Jennifer Holister (deceased -- Ans Virus) Father: Randolph Holister (deceased -- Ans Virus) Sister: Amber Holister (deceased -- February 15th, 2000-- accident) What gang do they belong to if any?: Leader of the Jackals How long have they been with that gang?: Since the beginning Personal Strengths: If Jax can be convinced to get behind something he stays behind it. He is fiercely loyal, but picky in what he devotes such loyalty to. He does whatever it takes to remain true to himself, he knows his real nature; accepts it and revels in it. Jax is very perseverant, when he sets his mind to something he sticks with it. Nothing is impossible in Jax’s mind, regardless of the circumstance or resource he will fight for what he believes should happen until his dying breath. He’s a good listener, even if he does throw half the advice or suggestions he gets away. Personal Weaknesses: Willing to be dishonest if it will get him ahead. Prideful and somewhat stubborn. Once he sets his mind to something it’s hard for him to know when it’s time to stop. He often pushes people and things way beyond reason. Believes his brand of justice is the only effective kind. Often he can't help himself from resorting to extreme violence in most situations. Personal Skills and Training: Basic military training in the Army Special Forces. Trained as a sniper. Superior marksmanship with all manner of guns. Deadly in hand to hand combat and self defense. Survival skills. Excellent swimmer. Job that they have in the tribe or whatever they do to keep themselves alive if they’re alone: Leader PB: Christian Bale Plot ties Plot tie 1: A true love interest Plot tie 2: Main enemy - a resistance? Plot tie 3: Someone sent to kill him Plot tie 4: Someone who works for him but wants his throne Plot tie 5: Any of his soldiers. Perhaps someone he can train, an apprentice type person? Your Information Characters Insanejournal Name: jaxjackal Your Name (Real or Internet): Sara Your Email porcelainxtears@hotmail.com Your Messengers(AIM, Yahoo or MSN): AIM: rubycolideoscope Link to color photo of PB for the Character page: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/ashesofwinter/08-1.jpg | |||||||||
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