Name: Jack Roberts
Background: Dick-ass thief. That's a title that suits Jack..or used to. He liked to think it anyway. Born to an abusive family, Jack grew up the youngest of two. His chilhood was plauged with abuse by his father, towards his mother, as a result Jack has a little soft-spot towards females, though he won't ever admit it. Life in his family only shaped Jack into what he turned out to be before the accident. Thieft. Jack started out small, breaking into suberban homes, and stealing what he could before the police could roll around. Jack had resorted at first to stealing, to support his family, he had neither the skill nor class to get a real job, and when one of Jack's friends introduced him to the business...he soon found that going buy unoticed was something he was good at. Jack, always wanted more however. He soon couldn't settle for simple houses, he wanted more of a rush, more of that feeling he was soon getting addicted to. He soon lost contact with his family, and his sister, in favor of moving to New York with the dream of "winning it big" And he seemed to be doing well, learning more about safe-cracking, lock-picking as he went...until he was arrested for breaking and entering of course. Arrested at the age of 19, Jack would spend three years in jail, before being let out. However his time alone seemed to change Jack who no longer found a need for a petty rush to steal...however. His want to steal, never quite left him as a way to quickly get money in his pockets, it wasn't seen before Jack was stealing again but this time for himself, He had mellowed out a little, but not quite all the way...and he viewed theft, as a way of life. He decided, it would be no different then any job someone could have. There were people who typed, people who wrote, and Jack, people who stole.
Personality: For a man with such an exotic job, Jack's personality was quite muted and relaxed. One thing he had learned in jail was to not stand out, strange how it seemed to apply to the real world as well. Jack was reserved, but not to the point where he did not socialize. He was no bubbly joe, but he wasn't a mute one either. Of course, in itself, Jack's calm manner was unique. One wouldn't quite suspect him to engage in such thievings, given how polite he normally seemed. His calm and relaxed exterior, however, only served to hide the clever calculating spirit of a thief, one who was always out for themselves and no one else.
Vision: Survive. For now. For now Jack seems to be only focused on survival. One could say Jack has no vision for the future. At least not well-defined one. Just like he lived in his time before the calamity, he only lived in the present, moving from day to day, and only getting enough to steal. Sure there was a rush, but most days he found himself thinking more and more, that he did what he did simply because it fed and put money in his pockets. However, one is not to say Jack wasn't aware of other goals and visions. Jack's vision of the future, one in this new world, is a place full of boundless oportunity, or at least one that would be more stable then it was now. Jack frankly hated the chaos. He hated all of the chaos. He hated how most people were dead, and how the people left seemed to be monsters. But. He did not let his hate shift his own view, of a land at peace...or a land that wasn't some hellish nightmare. As chaotic as it was, Jack was sure, this would be abother phase of his life. He could dwell on how horrid it all was, but he'd decided that would only cause him uneeded pain...but he still had that dream. A dream of a fantastic world, a child's dream, of other realms, another fantasy. Strange...for a man with such a brooding past, to have such a child-like dream....
Relation:Some kid. Of course you have no memory of the event, considering how it was just another house. One of many you'd broken into. The guy was messy enough, probably single, down on his life kid. Young of course. Jace Phelps, at least that's what the old highschool ID card said, sitting on the dresser. Who cares, he was just a nobody. Some to steal from.
Break - Jack's ability is interesting...he was a thief yes, one who stole money, and valuable objects from others. He'd done it for all his life. But how had he gotten all of that money, and valuables? Jack had always needed to break into something. To crack a safe, break a lock, or smash in a window. And that seems to have manifested into the ability to break anything, physical at least. He can break objects, and people with ease, simply gazing upon them, to turn them into chunks of concrete or flesh. Jack's ability seems to be limited however, only to inorganic materials, he can't break a human's flesh, or any other animal for that matter, but he can break the very bones that make up their structure. And with varrying force. He can crack a wall straight down the middle, shifting it completely apart, or cause a thin, needly crack to edge out. The same applies to humans, when needed. Full breaks, or thin hair-line fractures. However, the large the object, the more concentration Jack needs to break it.
Cut - Cut, is almost exactly like break, both are abilities that Jack has to use on a "seen" object and both seem to rend reality, causing the unseen hands or force to do his will. Where break can only harm inorganic objects, cut seems to easily effect organic objects, and physical alike. One could say they are differeny abilities...however cut seems to be a far more concentrated version of break, the two powers only limited to Jack's view on how his old world used to work. You couldn't take a hammer to a fend and expect it to move, just as you couldn't take a knife to a window and not expect to get cut. Though given time...break or cut could prove further uses.
EDIT: Fixed and revamped plenty of things!
EDIT2: Added in relation!
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on Mon Jun 24, 2013 4:23 pm, edited 4 times in total.
*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*