Active Jackdaw - The Vicious

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General Information:

Name: Jackdaw
Other Names: Jackie
Titles:

Age: 15
Race: Moor Elf
Gender: Female
Sexuality: hmm
Current Residence: Astrum Island; living under the protection of Rai Tekton
Relationship Status: None
Social Status: She passes mostly unseen in a crowd.


Physical Appearance:

Height: Around 5' 3
Weight: A little over a 100lbs (this is an estimate)
Eye Color: Startlingly violet
Skin Color: Average moor grey
Shape of Face: Diamond
Distinguishing Features: Her left eye is white and useless; the skin around it scarred and burned to permanent ruin
Build of Body: Progressing from childhood to adulthood; she is putting on some weight - and her training means that that weight is for the most part lean muscle. She is growing some small curves, but they would likely be considered below average.
Hair Color: Jet black
Hair Style: Messily chopped and spiky; poking around her ears.
Complexion: Puberty has blessed her with a smattering of mild teenage acne
Posture: generally hunched over and huddled up, coiled and ready to bolt
Is Seen By Others As: Just another street-kid
Scars: A handful of thin ones across her back.
Voice: A younger-sounding version of Chloe's voice from Life is Strange: Before the Storm (warning; some language in this clip)




Personality:

Likes: Good food and fine clothing attract her, but she has few opportunities to experience either.
Dislikes: Nothing specific, really.
Strengths: She can be brutal when she needs to be, despite her youth. She's intelligent, and quick-fingered. Her cautiousness and natural instinct often keep her safe.
Weaknesses: She is very slow to trust. Her malnourishment makes her weak, and also means that her cautiousness can be overridden with the promise of a good meal.
Fears: Being caught by slave-handlers again;
Values: Strong-mindedness, intelligence, dexterity
Education: Mixture of self taught and what Rai has given her.
Languages: Common, Mok'yra.
General Attitude: Fuck you.
Religious Inclination: She is interested in the pantheon, but has not yet picked a divine to focus on.
General Intelligence: Shrewdly clever.
General Sociability: She has become a lot more socially confident. It's important to her not to seem afraid of anyone.
Alignment: Chaotic neutral


Short Term Goals:


Long Term Goals: Become proficient in the use of as many forms of combat as possible; learn how to sail and command a ship; become feared and known by all



Possessions:

Wardrobe:

A dark, greenish cloak

Grey/black clothes and boots

Jewelry: Her mother's necklace; kept hidden.

Pets/Animals: None. When she was homeless, she would have eaten any.

Owned Homes: N/A

Carried Inventory: A handful of coins, discreetly kept in different places about her person. A simple, short dagger.

General Inventory: Not much more than what she carries on her.

General Wealth: Not a huge amount, but she is frugal; she has steadily been amassing money over the past years - earning a steady job has increased this.




Health:

Illnesses: None, luckily.
Allergies: None that she is aware of.
Injuries: Her left eye is burned and scarred to permanent ruin.
Sleeping Habits: Pretty average nowadays.
Energy Levels: Generally high, they need to be if she wants to survive.
Eating Habits: Whenever and whatever.
Exercise Habits: Regular training keeps her more fit than the average person.
Memory: Average.
Unhealthy Habits: No physical ones.
Drinking Habits: None.



History:

Birthplace: Storm's Landing.

Childhood: Grew up as a daughter of two Moors who were exiled from their own families. They were making a new life for themselves, but ended up in debt to the Horse-head gang. Her father was killed when the gang was uncovered, and she and her mother couldn't support themselves. They were captured by slave-wranglers and sold. Her mother died of illness soon after. After years of drudgery, the girl finally had enough luck to get a chance to escape. She burned down the building of her captors, and everyone inside. Now, she sleeps on the streets, and has a minor reputation for her escape.

Teen Years: She was taken in by Rai Tekton of Astrum, and spends most of her time wandering the city, and being trained how to fight.

Adulthood: N/A

Family History: Her father and mother came from rival families, and when they fell in love they were each exiled.

Past Places of Residences: Storm's Landing, Astrum

Places Traveled: Storm's Landing, Astrum, Linlea, Sanardu



Combat:

Peaceful or violent: She has violent tendencies.

Weaponry: A simple, short dagger.

Combat Training: Basic training in hand-to-hand combat, and in using bladed weapons.



Training & Skills:

Pickpocketing [XXXXXXXxxx]

Begging [XXXXXXxxxx]

Hand-to-hand combat [XXXXXXXxxx]

Simple, one-handed weapons [XXXXXxxxxx]

Other Trivia:

Occupation: Odd jobs; working in a tavern
Favorite Types of Food: Anything.
Favorite Types of Drink: See above.
Hobbies/Pastimes: Running; training in combat
Favorite Colors: Her mother's necklace has a cream-coloured gemstone. That colour, specifically.



Relationships:

Relevant Family Members:

All of the ones who she considered her family are dead.

Romantic Interests:

Essannkah/Essie - MelodyComplex - She's my best friend, and that was never something I thought I would have. I'll stay by her side, always.

Trusted Friends:

Rai - Galaxy - She looks after me, and puts up with my shit even when it must be hard. One day I'll repay her.

Friendly With:

Kitrana Dawnriver - French Roast - A skilled warrior. She plays mother goose a bit too much for my liking, but I'm lucky to have her as a teacher.

Loose Acquaintances:

Count James Varyn - TheDeester - A calm, measured sort of guy. Like all the best people, he puts up with my shit, /and/ he's offered to teach me a thing or two.
Ithri Trollbender - AncientBean - Seems like a nice, pretty chill dude. He has a sweet kid, too. Obviously I'll piss him off eventually, because that's just what I do to people.
Alistair - tuchiikure - He talks too much. But at least he's not an asshole.
Kopii/Blue - Omikuji - Blue in more ways than one. He's sweet.
Leofaren - Shankster - A quiet nerd. Not much more to say about him, yet.
Gilligan/Goat boy - Samwych - He's older than me, but I still think of him like a sweet kid in my head. Adorable.
Melarue Lydril - Elz - A nice, guarded lady who I haven't yet made up my mind about.
Disfavored Individuals:

Drew Swift - Moo_bot - Just a loser who hides behind his girlfriend.
Theodosia Engem - lycana - Went from being tight and lame to being a straight-up bitch.

Hated:

Wary Of:

Everyone, to an extent.

Pierott - Rue - Crazy puppet lady.

Musical Themes:

Jackie's Theme

Don't Mess With Me

Vicious

Art:


Made on some website by Galaxy for me. This would be very accurate except this chibi has two eyes, rip

jackie.png
Great sketch by Raal with some shoddy colouring by me
 
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Just some boredom writing

Running.

Gods, she was running so fast that if she hadn't been terrified she might have been impressed with herself.

But she was a malnourished eleven year-old. She couldn't keep this up for long.

The cobbles were still slick and shiny from the last time it rained, glittering like gray gemstones in the moonlight. Her calloused feet, with soles as tough as leather, had no problems navigating the slippery landscape.

The trouble was, neither did her pursuers. She could hear their footsteps, mingling with the thudding roar of her heart in her ears.

She turned a corner, and, holy shit, there was a guard patrolling. Middle-aged and unathletic, but still undeniably there to protect and serve.

She tumbled into him, and he whirled around on her, one hand to the sword at his waist.

"Please," she begged, struggling to get out the words; gulping furiously for air, "Help me!"

His face softened, and he looked about to put a hand on her shoulder. Then the predators rounded the corner too.

They were humungous, heavily muscled fellows, and initially that had worked to her advantage - it slowed them down. But now they approached her, breathing heavily. One was hairless and nearly naked, his body almost entirely covered in spiralling tattoos. That one stepped forward, and cracked his knuckles wordlessly.

The guard swallowed. "Hey, let's not make any..." He glanced to Jackdaw, and she could see the fear glittering in his pupils. He would not help her.

She broke into another sprint as the tattooed man reached out for her. She heard the guard cry out, and then go silent.

At least it wasn't her.

She was close now, close to real safety. She could see the Kraken's Culling, see the black forms of people milling around inside, stark against yellow firelight.

The seawater was splashing against the docks with a late night tide, throwing up the stench of fish and salt. Her nose and mouth were filled with it.

A hand grabbed at the rags she was wearing. A moment of intense panic, and then the material broke, and she was stumbling, crying and struggling for breath up the steps.

He had fallen behind her when the clothing ripped, but she could hear him scrabbling after her, and SHIT HE HAD HER BY THE LEG!

He was pulling her towards him now. Her head bounced on the stairs, viciously hard, and her vision was filled with painfully bright stars. Her face felt sticky.

He had a hand around her neck now, and was lifting her up, putting her over his shoulder. She was looking dazedly down at his stomach as he turned around and began to move down the stairs to where his partner was waiting.

Then something suddenly appeared, protruding from his stomach - shining and metallic and coated in blood. He was falling now, and she was going with him, spiralling towards the ground, when she felt gentle, strong hands take her. A woman's voice, like her mother's.

And then she was asleep.