Name:
Jack 'The Ripper' Hartley
Power:
Jack always had this strange ability to adapt into whatever situation he was in. Whenever he needed strength, he got a lot of it. When he is in pitch black darkness, he can see through very clearly. In his record kept by the Company, they regarded it as
Reactive Evolution, and as such kept a very close eye on him. Jack is one of a rare breed. The only known power Jack has been able to recall is the
ability to move air with his mind, as it is yet to be seen if he can recall any other adaptations at will.
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Race:
Asian
Nation:
Japan
Appearance: Picture.
Personality:
For your supposed 'bad guy', Jack is actually pretty nice. He conveys an aura of welcomeness and compassion about him..it's just his extreme homicidal tendencies that get in the way of this supposed aura. Once he reaches what he calls is an 'impasse', his smirk becomes more of a mischevious grin, as his veins on his temples begin to show. It's unsure how he strikes first. But being the meticulous person that he is, manages to get away with it all of the time.
Bio:
"Woah! Are you okay man?"
Jack heard these words when he regained back half of his consciousness. He got up from the pavment under him, shaking his head a little. He seemed fine, but what was that thing that hit him? He adjusted his vision with his hands, and looked ahead from him. Aside from the driver being okay, the front end of his car was completely trashed. Jack simply gave a wry look and said he was fine. Then he walked away. He was 21 at the time.
That day seemed to bother him a little.
A few days later, a large package was sent to him by mail. He asked himself what it could be. Tearing the top off, he looked at the numerous photos that had been sent. Then his fingers gre weak. They could not hold the pictures as they dropped, revealing Jack stopping the car that hit him..using his strength alone. Was he to believe this? Was this some kind of sick joke? From the corner of his ear, he heard a knocking on his door. Trying to shake off what he just saw, he unlocked the door to find a man in a suit. He looked a little old, and he was white. And his horned-rimmed glasses shone in the light. Beside him was an African man, with a strange necklace around his neck.
"Who are you?" Jack said in Japanese.
"I am here to help you, Jack. You are our answer." he replied in Japanese, before knocking him out.
Jack awoke, finding himself in a cell, deep down below. He could only see darkness outside of the little peephole they gave him. He wore clothing fitting for a criminal. Trying to remember, he recalled some voices. Reaching deep into his head, he tried to remember what those voices said.
"He's a Level 5. We've finally found one."
"Reactive Evolution..a dangerous power."
"How long do we keep him in there? He seems pretty harmless."
"That's how they all start out, Noah. We keep him in the 4th level as of now. We can't risk having another guy like Sylar running around, don't we?"
He could barely understand what they meant, as he knew little English. But praying that they would see reason, he waited. He waited until they would let him out. And he stayed there for 3 years. Little did Jack know, big events happened while in his captivity. During these years, he lost hope. He became depraved from everything else. He didn't do anything wrong, he kept telling himself. But yet, he was here. And the very twisting thought of it drove him somewhere dark.
He fell to the ground, a feeling of emptiness it was. But looking at a few sand particles on the floor, he stared at them intently for what seemed like hours. Then, they started to move. He realized that he was doing it. Then he kept doing it, until he got the hang of it. 1 more year. He had gained lots of control over his new-found ability at this point. But now he could not take this solitary confinement no more. Feeling a need to get out, he forced his body for one last surge of strength. Holding his ground, with one steady push, he blasted the door open with his bare hands. 3 feet thick of titanum. Was he really that dangerous?
He was now 25, he thought. 4 years of his life, wasted in that accursed place. Reaching the surface, he came across a quarantine sign. Something about a virus. He was in New York City. A homeless man came to him, warning to stay off the streets. Feeling agitated, he looked at the old man, as he started to cut him open..by looking at him. This power, he thought..he enjoyed it decedently, killing the drifter under his murderous stare. After disposing of the drifter, he went into an abandoned clothing shop, and got himself a suit and a wool and polyester jacket. Cleaning himself up, he looked much better.
Laughing at what he can do, he walked down the empty streets of New York, alone.
His named used to be Jack Yoshimoto. But now he goes by the name Jack Hartley. Jack the Ripper, he thought. What a terrific name. Now he needed to work on his English, and he would be well on his way.
Yay, a Villain