Individual Character's full name: Jacen Franklin King
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Date of Birth: 07/11/1977
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American (Irish, English, German, & just a touch of Seminole Indian)/Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Tallahassee, FL
AppearanceHair color and style: Dark brown, cut short but with enough in front to be gelled and styled
Eyes: Deep Brown
Height: 6'2"
Build: Muscular (Like a military man, not a body builder)
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Two bullet scars on left bicep. Shrapnel scars on right shoulder blade and middle of the back.
75th Ranger Insignia Tatooed on Right Bicep
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Boots or sneakers, denim jeans or khaki pants, t-shirt, and a denim or leather jacket if the weather calls for it.
Working Uniform: Classic black or navy dress suit with comfortable black shoes, dress shirt and tie.
Mission Uniform: Black BDU (battle dress uniform), Black Military Style Boots, Black Beret
Sleepwear: Boxers
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
CharacterPersonality: Jacen is all business when it comes down to his job. he's more than willing to cut up or enjoy life while he's off duty but when he's working it all about getting the job done.
Hobbies/ Interests:1) Jacen is an avid hunter but not with guns or compound bows. After so much time spent around the most technically advanced weaponry on his days off Jacen enjoys hunting with a traditional recurve bow. He is skilled enough to take down deer, rabbits, and squirrels but he follows a strict rule to only hunt for what he can eat. He sees no reason to mount heads or anything along those lines.
2) Jacen takes great pleasure in ejoying fine brandy. When not a huge drinker otherwise, he does tend to splurge on keeping several bottles of some of the best brandy around his house to enjoy while relaxing.
Job or part time job and description: R.U.P.E.R.T. Agent
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Jacen has the oh so embarassing fear of clowns. While not debilitating, it can be quite annoying in certain situations.
Special talents: N/A
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral but with a slight tendency toward the good side. Jacen believes in law and order but he also understand that sometimes things have to get done. If that means straying into gray and even darker areas, then so be it.
AbilitiesDescription of ability: Adaptation
Since his 28th birthday Jacen's brain has adapted to emit an energy field, for lack of a better description, that neutralizes the X-Gene. Though currently unknown to him, he is one of the new breed of humans that are changing in order to combat the mutant threat. The adaptation was spontaneously started when he was healed by a fellow soldier that was in actuality a mutant. Somehow, being affected by a mutant's power trigged Jacen's body to adapt in order to combat the perceived threat. Though he was healed at that moment in his life such an incident is now impossible. Jacen's aura extends to 8 feet and is always operating without his knowledge. He can't sense it or even know when it's working to neutralize a mutant's ability.
Fighting StyleExplanation: Military Martial Arts Training, Military Weapons Trailing, Military Tactical Training
Pros for fighting style: Jacen is schooled both in unarmed combat and the use of most civilian and military grade weapons. He has been tactically trained to deal with battle situation that come his way.
Cons for fighting style: Though Jacen is experience in dealings with all sorts of battle situations, he is by no means a master. He is above average but he is no master strategist or martial artist.
Faction AllegianceR.U.P.E.R.T.
History Of Your CharacterBorn into an average American family in 1976, Jacen grew up in the pandhandle of the beautiful Sunshine State. At an early age he was an accomplished swimmer, winning several school competitions by the age of 12. Prompted by a fierce loyalty to his country he joined the army at the age of 18, as soon as he graduated from high school. For the next four years Jacen pushed himself, serving his country to the best of his ability while he aimed for his goal of becoming one of the elite... an Army Ranger. An elite infantry unit trained to handle both standard combat situations as well as special ops it was an honor to even be accepted into the school much less pass. In 1998, after going through advanced infantry training followed by paratrooper training Jacen's commanding officer endorsed his application for Ranger training.
At the age of 22 Jacen began to go through the extremely difficult U.S. Ranger School. The percentage of those that passed the training program ranged from anywhere between 25-50% depending on the particular year. After several weeks spent at one training site before being transferred to another site for another few weeks followed by yet another site the young soldier finally reached his dream. To celebrate, along with most of the rest of his class that had passed the training, Jacen went out and had the symbol of the U.S. Army 75 Rangers Battalion tattooed on his right bicep.
For three years the now Staff Sergeant King served his country stateside at various military bases. In 2001 his unit was transferred to Afghanistan to assist in the 'War on Terror'. For three years Jacen served in the Middle East, rising to the rank of Sergeant First Class. In 2003 Jacen's unit was assigned to help with the new war that was beginning in Iraq. While out on patrol with his squad during Jacen's second year in Iraq, they were ambushed by radicals armed with AK-47s and other automatic weapons. Before they were able to take cover two bullets went through his left bicep. Second after taking cover behind their vehicles a grenade was thrown over the top that exploded and sent shrapnel careening into the Sergeant's back. As he lay dieing in a pool of his own blood all that the young man could feel was cold. The chilling grip of death was on him and with all the rest of his team involved in fire fight there was no chance for him to live. Without warning one of the newest members of the unit slipped over and placed a hand on Jacen's chest, his eyes closed in apparent concentration. For a few moments nothing seemed to happen and then, without warning, Jacen felt a flash of heat race through his body as though molten lava were suddenly coursing through his veins. Sitting up with a scream of pain the other man stepped back, watching Jacen as he reached around to feel his arm and back. The bleeding had stopped and while there were scars puckering the flesh it was as though his own healing properties had been increased to amazing speeds. "How?" He had gasped out as he looked over at his fellow soldier. "I'm a mutant and... that's what I can do." The other man had replied simply before moving back over to his position and beginning to once again return fire on the enemy. Unable to understand what had just happened Jacen stood, momentarily feeling invincible as he charged the rebels with his M-4 Carbine held tightly against his shoulder firing shot after shot into the entrenched enemy. Whether it was his skill in combat or just sheer luck and audacity the Sergeant's headlong charge completely routed the enemy forcing them to flee for their lives. For his bravery in the heat of battle and for wounds received in combat Jacen was awarded both the Purple Heart and the Bronze Star. For the next few months Jacen began to develop a friendship with Corporal Larry Bryant, the mutant that had saved his life. He learned that the Corporal was capable of both healing himself as well as others, which made him the perfect team medic. It was exciting to meet someone different but at the same time a touch scary, as he understood that the Corporal was an individual far more powerful than himself.
In 2005, Jacen discovered that mutants weren't as powerful as he had previously believed. Patrolling one of the villages in Iraq a sniper fired down on the Ranger team. As Jacen and Larry took cover next to each other Larry was hit in the chest. As he lay their bleeding an expression of shock appeared on his face. "I can't heal..." He gasped weakly as Jacen moved up and put pressure on the wounds, trying his best to save his friend and fellow soldier, "I... I..." He choked out before dieing there in front of Jacen. Over the next few weeks, as Jacen went through debriefing and gave reports about the action they had experienced he tried to wrap his mind around what he had seen. None of the rest of the team knew that Larry was a mutant but something had changed him so that his power would no longer function. Unable to understand it Jacen finally just gave up, accepting that fate had rolled the dice and the Corporal had lost.
In 2006 at the age of 30 Jacen received an honorable discharge from the military. Several years before his parents had passed away in their sleep in Florida and so, with nothing holding him down, he headed for New York City. For a man so used to action the civilian life style was a strange one and so only a few months after his discharge Jacen joined the N.Y.P.D. and immediately after graduating from the academy he signed up for the S.W.A.T. team. Normally a recent graduate from the academy has no chance of being assigned to S.W.A.T. but when the senior officers saw Jacen's military experience they immediately set him to even more training for S.W.A.T.
In 2007 when the mutant registration act was passed Jacen suddenly found himself as part of an extremely busy S.W.A.T. team. Assigned on raid after raid to bring in unregistered mutants he saw just how powerful and destructive their different powers could be. After gaining a reputation as a skill leader Jacen was promoted to lead his own S.W.A.T. team in January of 2008. When the raid on the X-Mansion took place Jacen had been loaned to the D.C. Police Department in order to help train and guide their newest S.W.A.T. team graduates. Arriving back in New York a few weeks after the raid Jacen found himself surrounded by atrocities that he never would have dreamed of. The camps that had been set up were reminiscent of the camps that the Japanese had been sent to in World War II and he couldn't understand how this worked. Through the course of the camps Jacen fought an inner struggle as part of him said that mutants were dangerous s and needed to be contained while another part said that they were still people with rights.
Now that the camps are just fading into a bad memory Jacen finds himself once again faced with a decision. Are the mutants all bad like so many of his fellow police officers believe or are they just like humans... some bad and some good. There may never be good answers so for now he simply focuses on doing his job as he has for so many years.
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Sample RP:The autumn breeze rustled through the trees as the camouflaged hunter moved stealthily through the forest. His steps were watchful, avoiding fallen twigs and branches that might crunch under his feet. It was early morning and thanks to heavy dew many of the leaves were damp enough to make almost no noise. Held in a quiver on the man's back were 6 arrows with razor sharp points. Gripped in his left hand was a beautifully crafted traditional recurve bow while in a sheath on his right hip was a hunting knife. Though the mans steps were slow and cautious his eyes were continually moving, searching for the target that had been eluding him since just before dawn. Suddenly pausing in his tracks the man's eyes fixed on his target. Standing perfectly still his mind raced... could he draw an arrow and fire it off before his prey moved? Would his movement allow the target to escape?
Moving suddenly and with a practiced motion the man suddenly reached up and pulled his arrow as he brought his bow arm up. Placing the arrow on the string he pulled it back with little apparent effort and sent the projectile sailing towards his target.
THUNK!
With a soft chuckle Jacen King reached up and pulled the camouflaged ski mask from off of his face that he had been wearing in order to keep his body heat in and stay warm in the cool weather. "If you were real you would have been my dinner." The man laughed as he walked over and pulled his arrow from the deer shapes heavy foam target. The area his arrow had struck was right at the heart, and the area was beginning to be carved out from being constantly hit in the same spot. Sliding the arrow back into his quiver the 'hunter' turned and walked back along the path he had come, making his way back to where his SUV was parked.
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"So King, did you get your deer over the weekend?" A voice called out, followed by raucous laughter in the police station locker room. None of the other S.W.A.T. team members seemed to understand just how much skill and precision it took to hunt with a traditional bow and Jacen didn't feel like trying to explain it to them.
"You know it's not deer season yet, but from what I remember last year you probably ate the most deer jerky out of anyone here Maddison!" Jacen called back without looking up from where he was lacing on his boots and getting ready for a day of training and paperwork.
"I was just trying to make you feel good because I knew how much effort you put into it!" Samuel Maddison called back from his locker down at the other end of the room.
"Well then I'll make sure not to push any of it on you this season!" King replied with a grin, "I'm sure the boys and I can handle it just fine."
As laughter filled the locker room Jacen stood up and closed his locker. It was time to get to work.
