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PLAYER
✧ NAME: Valya
✧ LJ USERNAME: mc_valya
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): grandSolovey @ AIM, Plurk, Gmail
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: tenacious_stray, condorseeker, and feycarved
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Jack
✧ SERIES: Bioshock
✧ HISTORY: right here.
✧ TIMELINE: just after he's escaped Fort Frolic and is headed to Hephaestus.
✧ PERSONALITY: In canon, Jack is a somewhat malleable character, with some of his most vital (or, arguably, his only) decisions being left to the player. (For the purposes of this setting, he will be assuming the path to the “true end,” which does not involve him killing scores of little girls for his own personal gain.) However, some things ring true no matter what; he displays a willingness to help others out, even when his own circumstances are dire, evidenced not only by his working with Atlas-despite his unwitting involuntariness in this matter-but also by his actions towards Tenenbaum and the Little Sisters. Even after he’s freed from his mind control, he continues to help the Little Sisters he encounters purely of his own volition, even going so far as to risk his life and provide for them on the surface. But he’s also incredibly resilient and resourceful, as one must surely be to survive in Rapture, and doesn’t appear to think twice about using a variety of weapons, from a wrench to a machine gun to even a grenade launcher, to keep himself alive and hold splicers at bay.
At his current point in canon, Jack is heavily reliant on Atlas’s guidance-not only in a very literal sense, as Atlas has been leading him through Rapture with liberal use of the phrase would you kindly, but also through careful, calculated emotional manipulation on Atlas’s behalf. Jack fought his way through the Medical Pavilion and Neptune’s Bounty for the sake of not only getting himself out of Rapture, but also to help the only man who’s tried to aid him and his beloved “family,” only to watch that family “die” at the hands of Andrew Ryan. As he ventures deeper into Rapture, all he sees and hears, through both audio diaries of those long dead and his own first-hand experience, is an account of how a once-great city and multitudes of innocents fell to Ryan’s tyranny and paranoia.
By now, he firmly believes that Ryan is the root of all that’s rotten in Rapture, and that only by killing him does he have any chance at escape. His own stake in the matter, however, is no longer so clear to him: does he want Ryan dead just so he can escape and finally go “home,” or out of justice for Atlas and the other victims of Rapture’s failure? But Jack is more a man of action than words or self-reflection, and with survival and all else that takes priority in Rapture, it’s unlikely that this thought has even occurred to him.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: Jack has an array of plasmids at his disposal, which give him superhuman abilities at the expense of requiring a substance called EVE to fuel them. The six plasmids he has access to are Electro Bolt, Incinerate!, Insect Swarm, Telekinesis, Winter Blast, and Sonic Boom. Additionally, as a sort of "reverse" ability, he can be mind controlled into doing just about anything with the trigger phrase "would you kindly." At this point in canon, he is completely unaware of this.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: day
✧ MASK DESIGN: I want to take the ears off, but I can't.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: the Lighthouse.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: right here.
✧ THIRD PERSON:
Jack could only stand and stare as the submarine burned, its heat washing over him and the crackling flames drowning out Atlas’s voice over the radio.
“…Jesus Christ, no!…”
Where had he gone wrong? If he’d only gotten here sooner… No, then he would have been caught in the blast, as well, and then Atlas would be without help again. But his family-was it really worth it now?
Family… He thought back to his own family, to the photograph tucked away in his wallet, its image flickering in his mind’s eye. He wanted to say something to Atlas, to apologize, to beg him for forgiveness, he’d tried so damn hard, but words would come to him now no more easily than at any other time. He couldn’t even imagine what it must be like, to lose them to this kind of hell…to lose them because he brought them down here, with no way of knowing that only hell would await… No, that wasn’t right-this wasn’t Atlas’s fault. He only wanted what was best for them; he only wanted to protect them. Just because of men like Andrew Ryan-just because of Andrew Ryan…
This happened because of Andrew Ryan. Everything that he had seen-the crazed doctor and his underlings, the splicers crawling on the ceilings, the corpses of smugglers strung up for all to see-all of this was because of him. All of this, and everything that had happened-all of this was on Andrew Ryan’s shoulders.
The radio crackled again, and Atlas’s voice finally reached him, directing him to go through the bulkhead. Jack already knew without Atlas telling him, just by the grief in his tone: they would have to make Andrew Ryan pay.