Jack West

Personal Information

An Australian agricultural manager (farmer) who was stripped bare of his mortal tethers by fire and death. Jack was embraced in February of 2005 in front of the burning ruins of his Kine life. In the ashes that remained, little was left of Jack but the salt he was born of; the salt of the earth. That salt became something that would forever burn the parasitic blood of the Beast inside Jack, (and begin a quiet motif of fire, a risque choice for Kindred). The salt shines through in his gritty personality, his blunt honesty, a policy stressing a minimum of secrecy, and his seemingly simple, straightforward nature. Salt is a dangerous thing in the right, or wrong, hands, moving from perfect seasoner to catastrophic explosive... The fire, however, was not about to be outdone so easily - or at all.

One of the first things Jack became known for was his Wrath - he was an unparalleled font of rage in his early time in the Adelaide Court; rage he thankfully managed to keep bottled. He strives to remain civil, and even respectful, in spite of heavy disdain for the very idea of Kindred, let alone their actual existence. His anger is focused like a laser only on worthy targets, decimating problems and bodies alike. Any toll taken on Jack's mental state remains generally unseen, as he does his best to keep his general emotions from public view.

As a Gangrel, Jack actively works to subvert his Clan's affliction, striving to think more, not less, and to be the imposing, strict master that the Beast cowers from - not the inverse. His rage and his claws are now renowned in Adelaide, but his alarmingly shrewd mind and keen ear are perhaps his most deadly, and least-known features. This level of perception and cognition has earned him surprising wisdom, some would say of that of Kindred decades his senior, or greater. Since claiming Praxis in Adelaide, little passes unnoticed about him. Nevertheless, he has not escaped the wrath that boils inside all Gangrel.

Given his fiery embrace? It may consume him before he escapes it... If he lets it.

Appearance

Jack West tops out at a sturdy six feet tall, clocking the far side of a hundred and thirty kilos of fat, muscle and bone. There's Mediterranean in his mortal blood, given the dark, thick, tight-trimmed beard he wears, and the shoulder-length curling tendrils of brown-black hair. Green-hazel eyes are almost permanently hidden by black safety glasses, and his hair kept in check by a signature khaki Akubra hat. A wide jaw, smaller mouth and prominent nose round out his face.

A set of broad shoulders are (seemingly) exclusively adorned with a plaid button shirt, covered in a distinct, three-quarter length suede duster - just baggy enough to pack rifle-length heat without too much showing - summing up Jack's 'gritty cowboy' aesthetic succinctly; especially when considered with the 'must-be-ten-gallons-at-least' hat. He wears a black-patterned red bandana and has been seen to be resolutely protective of it. He regularly adjusts a ratty pair coarse brown woolen fingerless gloves, of which he also shows a distinct protectiveness. A pair of utilitarian khaki cargo pants over a set of size twelve, steel-toe boots round out the base image of Jack West.

Jack tends to brood, storm and patrol rather than 'stand', 'move' or 'walk'. When he does move, it's always with the utmost purpose. Wherever he turns his head, a scrutinizing eye lingers behind black plastic. He always seems preoccupied with some undisclosed task; scanning the room, sniffing the air, closely observing others, or working on some manual thing. He never seems busy enough not to hold conversation; rather, he seems to only deem certain topics worth drawing the breath for, but when he does - prepare for an expressive, expletive-laden speech. Occasionally, he can be seen flipping the lid of a very modern looking jet lighter, or sipping from a plain steel hip flask. Otherwise, he stands ready to serve the Court of Adelaide. When he's not working on his farm, of course.

Information Known by Kindred Society

Write-up under construction.

Timeline

• 1976 - Details under construction.
• 1986 - Details under construction.
• 1996 - Details under construction.
• 2005 - Details under construction.
• 2007 - Details under construction.
• 2009 - Details under construction.
• 2011 - Details under construction.
• 2013 - Details under construction.

2015

• April - ?
• May - ?
• June - ?

Lineage

Known Sire

• The Corvus - Jack's relationship with his sire epitomizes the definition of 'Icy Pragmatism'. He bears no love for his Sire what so ever, and grants him no respect for his actions in the way he changed Jack's life. He had, at one point, intended to end his Sire's Requiem early, though it would have been no small task. However, having ascended to Praxis, (and after breaking his Sire's jaw, in direct and intentional violation of Elysium), he seems to have 'settled matters for now', leaving Corvus reeling in both thought and body. The necessity of a reliably strong arm of Law has seen Jack keep the Corvus on as Sheriff, though it remains to be seen whether anything will come of this close-proximity working relationship. At the very least, 'Taking Care of Business' seems to be their line's prime directive.

Known Siblings

• N/A

Known Childer

• N/A

Quotes

Quotes By

• "Don't be stupid. Stupid gets you killed. Stupid gets the Kine involved." - to Ariana Trentworth
• "No fucking idea. But tell me this - can you trust any of the fuckers you know nowadays? The answer is a staunch fucking no. You came to talk about your problems with me, and despite exactly how much effort I put into being the most grumbly bastard this side of the continent, you're not going to find anyone else who's willing to help you without return. So, no, you can't trust me. But if you risk it, I might actually be able to help you, unlike every other fucking wet noodle in this city." - After being asked "Can I trust you?" by Ariana Trentworth.
• "Don't tend to give it much thought because it's the same reason as all of us. Because some prick infected you with a parasite, like the rest of us, and, like me, you were left to rot. Boohoo." - Upon being asked "Do you know why I was embraced?" by Ariana Trentworth.
• "Do you let every shitty side-street preacher get to you when they tell you you're going to Hell? Sweetheart, we're IN Hell, here and fucking now, and he's been here for at least two centuries longer than both of us combined. So listen carefully when I say that you should be as righteously fucking indignant as I am, when I tell you how fucking little anything from God or Satan is to the likes of you and I. As far as I'm aware, we are the BOTTOM fucking rung of the supernatural food chain, and are consumed by madness and greed just as quickly as when we were alive. But guess what the sickest joke is? We're immortal. And we're even afraid of KINE. In short, take it from a Gangrel, mate - just nod and smile and fucking ignore him. He won't say anything of use to you, and if he does, be careful. He has long forgotten humanity." - consoling Ariana Trentworth after explaining the harsh comments given to her by Reverend Timothy Ward
• "Sounds like you honestly needed a proper Gangrel's advice on life. In short; don't take people's shit."

Quotes About

• "He burns with the fire that destroyed his life, and he speaks with wisdom beyond his brief years. I think he'll do right by Adelaide, but let's see if they do right by him. Anyway, I like him. He can stay." - Fatimah al-Mu'allima

• "West says that he wants to lead from the trenches. Let him do so, and let him blaze brightly as he does, but I must wonder if one who speaks this way truly knows what revelations are to be found in the mud and bones of the battlefield." - Thrace

• "Eh, he'll do fine. What's the worst that could happen?" - Corvus

Rumours

• The wall being built around Jack's Farmstead are more akin to fortress walls than windbreakers.
• Corn and Olive trees aren't the only things growing in soils of Jack's Farmstead.
• Jack's Pigs have a remarkably watchful eye. Some swear they pass dark looks to each other.
• Seeing into Jack's mind is apparently not recommended - supposedly, only fire awaits.

Boons

• Minor boon owed by Desmond Kale to Jack West for provision of resources (13/06/2015).

OOC Information

Member Information
Player:	Bear
Number:	2012100002
Domain:	Adelaide