Jackson Gallows

[Jax Gallows]

Jackson Gallows

-BASIC INFORMATION-

Full Name: Jackson Thomas Gallows
Preferred Name or Nickname: Jax, Hangman
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 34
Date of Birth: 11 November, 1980
Main Character Classification - (List): Hunter
Character Type: Human
Power(s): None
Sexuality: Straight
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral): Evil (he'd like to believe he's doing the right thing)
Hometown: Calgary, Alberta
Current Residence: Wandering

-DETAILS-

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6'1
Body Type: Athletic
Distinguishing Marks: His body is a road map of torture scars
Tattoos and Piercings: None
Vehicle (if you wish): Whatever he can steal. His Harley is long dead.

Personal Style (write a short paragraph):

Jax is in a constant disheveled state, in a style that could best be described as 'crazy man who sleeps in the woods'. His clothes are loose, full of holes and often stained with a disconcerting amount of blood that isn't his. He usually wears a dirty, threadbare, olive drab jacket over several layers of button-up shirts and a formerly white undershirt stained to some kind of dreary grey. He mostly sports baggy, cargo-style pants and a pair of heavy, steel-toed shitkickers.

Hanging off a badly worn leather belt is the sheath of his KA-BAR. Sometimes he'll carry a pistol in the waistband of his pants, but he's seemed to abandon the practicality of a holster. His I-disc (dog tag) still hangs around his neck, a token reminder of what he used to be.

He is never clean shaven. His beard and moustache are an appropriate level of scraggly, and the rest is stubble. His hair is a greasy, messy tangle.

-PERSONAL INFORMATION-


Likes (3 at least):
- Fighting, where he can just shut his brain off
- Drinking, though it's becoming less and less effective at numbing the pain
- Sharpening and generally maintaining his knife, because it distracts him
- Cats
Dislikes (3 at least):
- Sleep. Plagued by nightmares. Also gives people an opportunity to sneak up on him. That's when they get ya...
- Demons. Made him the man he is today.
- Humans. Thinks they're little more than animals (himself included), and the resistance is useless.
- the desert. Too many bad memories (not like he has an abundance of good ones, though...)
- tight spaces. His confinement and torture made him slightly claustrophobic.
Strengths (3 at least):
- Special Forces training (JTF2), skilled with pistols and rifles, grenade launchers, explosives, close quarters combat, etc.
- High pain tolerance
- Resourceful, can improvise weapons and traps
- Very brutal in combat
- Survivalist, can live in the woods and be pretty much self sufficient
Weaknesses (3 at least):
- EXTREMELY mentally unstable, almost feral on occasions
- Doesn't eat or sleep very much which only exacerbates his mental issues
- Paranoid, kind of twitchy and always thinking someone or something is after him
- Loner
Dreams for the Future:
- To see it all end
Fears:
- That the world won't end and everything he's doing is for nothing
Hero(es):
- None
Biggest Secret(s):
- He kind of enjoys it when his victims fight back.

Personality (write a decent paragraph):

THEN:

Jax is the picture of a man who grew up hard. The first thing he does when he steps into a room is size everyone up and adjust his battle plan accordingly. There's never a moment when he's not thinking that a fight is imminent -- not that he's an instigator. He's simply making sure he's prepared enough to survive.

Many people would describe him as 'intense', from his stare down to the way he throws himself fully into any project, plan, or hunt. Sometimes he gets a little... caught up in the action when he's fighting or on a hunt. A good descriptor might be 'ax crazy'. It takes him a few to collect himself once the bodies have hit the floor.

He's far more than muscles, anger and a survival instinct, however.

His trust is earned, not given, as is his loyalty. But once you've got it, you've got it (it hasn't come back to bite him in the ass yet -- we'll see how he changes if it does). He hasn't been in a leadership role since his time in the armed forces, but he's got the skills at his disposal.

In what little down time he has, he is a private person. Superficial conversation is simple, but the deep and personal stuff makes him feel uneasy. He'll dodge the topic unless he REALLY trusts you -- and that hasn't happened yet.

NOW:

Jax is utterly, and perhaps irreparably, broken. On some days he seems more animal than man; lethal, frenzied. The last shreds of his humanity scream at him from the back of his mind but it makes the killing so much easier if he just ignores them. In a fight, he's a beast, brutal and feral. His mind shuts down and all that remains is a ferocious killer instinct.

He used to fear that he became a soldier and a hunter for the wrong reasons; that it was about killing things, not saving people. His fears seem to have come true. There are times when he almost enjoys the violence, and he hates himself for it. He tries to convince himself that murders are an act of mercy and that if it ever became an act of fun, he would be lost entirely. Still, each day it gets harder and harder to hold on and not give in.

He wasn't exactly a people person before, but now it's a monumental effort to actually interact. He doesn't look at people when they talk, instead staring glassy-eyed at some random point in space. He rarely speaks, and when he does the words are hollow and dispassionate, the sentences clipped. In his more lucid states he stands withdrawn, hands in pockets, head down, slouched. Other times he's wild-eyed, twitchy, ready to strike. His moods are unpredictable.

He holds no hope for a better future for anyone. He believes humanity is a lost cause and that the resistance is only prolonging the inevitable. He can't understand why anyone would want to keep living this way.

-CHARACTER HISTORY-

Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Sibling(s): None
Children: None
Other Family: (close family) None
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends) Ted Reed, Alan Barrow and Marcus Turner (all deceased)

History:

THEN:

Jax was raised in group homes. He never knew his parents and never cared to find them later. He had no family and few friends. He learned quick how to fight and establish physical and mental dominance over other people. He wasn't a bully - he was the 'psycho' the other kids whispered about and told you not to mess with. He scraped his way through school and joined the Canadian Forces in 1998. He achieved the rank of Master Corporal before applying for selection into Joint Task Force 2 (JTF2), Canada's special forces, in 2000 for a 4 year posting.

He was one of approximately 40 JTF2 soldiers deployed to Afghanistan in secret in 2001. His military service ended in 2004, shortly after being awarded the Presidential Unit Citation for serving with Task Force KBAR.

He doesn't talk about his Afghanistan service, but what happened there changed him. He went home angry, closed off, with nightmares and unpredictable outbursts. He was a wreck.

He got word from a couple fellow soldiers, Turner and Barrow (who kept Jax together through his tour - but that's its own story), that there was a guy in the States who could give Jax some work - Ted Reed. He was a grunt, too. Sent home early after he got his leg blown off. So Jax took up the contact.

The short of it is the guy was a hunter who couldn't hunt, and Jax had all the right skills to take up the job. Unlike most, Jax was all too willing to believe everything Ted had to say about the supernatural world. Even Ted was a little surprised as how quickly Jax took to it. Nevertheless, there was a crash-course and more than a few mistakes along the way before Jax could reasonably call himself a hunter.

Six years on, maybe he earned that title. Maybe not.


NOW:

Jax continued hunting with regularity, occasionally working jobs with other hunters, until early 2011 when he seemed to drop off the face of the earth. After working a job in Amherst, Jax made a final phone call to his contact, Ted Reed, to let him know that the job was done and he'd be heading out in the morning. After that, nobody heard from him again. Ted tried mounting a search, but by 2012 Jackson Gallows was presumed dead.

What they didn't know was that Jax, tired and drunk, was ambushed at his motel room and captured by the demon Elle-Dee. He was held in a six by six room, windowless and lightless, in between brutal torture sessions. It went on for over two years. The isolation wore him down, gave him no chance to recuperate in between the physical and mental agony Elle put him through. She tortured and murdered his friends, but saved one of them for last. She strung up Ted Reed, the man who had been a mentor and brother, and tortured him in front of Jax. She offered an ultimatum: kill Ted and end his torture, or else he'll keep suffering. So Jax took the knife, plunged it into Ted's chest and ended it all. With his friends dead, his humanity stripped from him and his mind broken, Jax finally succumbed to the demon's will.

Now, Jackson Gallows is no more than a murderer and a traitor to humanity. On Elle's orders, he sweeps the country looking for survivors, entering camps too secure for demons and slaughtering everyone inside. The apocalypse has come. Humanity has lost. Now it's just a matter of cleaning up.

-FINAL DETAILS-

Other Details You'd Like to Add: Jesus fuck this guy is depressing
Face Claim: Christian Bale
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RP Sample (required):

A man and a boy set up camp in the forest beside a pickup truck covered in camouflage. The man seemed no older than Jax and the boy, his son, couldn't have been more than ten. He tucked the boy in and sat on the stump next to the sleeping bag, resting the butt of his Remington 700 on his knee. The man's eyes swept the scenery but saw nothing. He didn't know how to look.

Nature made no sound as Jax crept out of the brush and onto open ground, crouched in shadows the moonlight couldn't pierce. The man bounced his leg nervously as Jax inched towards him, belly to the ground like a snake.

Jax struck. In a half-second, the man was dead on the ground. The gaping wound in his neck gurgled blood, then fell silent. Jax stepped over the body and stood over the boy. Though the child's eyes were shut, Jax knew he was awake.

"Shhh," he whispered as he hunkered next to the boy.

The child trembled. Jax's hand shook. There was a moment's hesitation that seemed to stretch on for years.

Mercy. It's... it's mercy. I'm setting them free -- all of them. Has to be this way. They can't...

He took a deep breath and drove the knife through the child's heart.

I, Jackson Gallows, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.