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Name: Jack Black
Aliases: Nigger Lover #1, The Mad Man
Race: Hollow
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 145lbs
Age: Mentally, he switches between a child, and an adult.
Sign: Aquarius

Character-Type: Stand-Alone
Character Tier: High

Allegiances: Whoever catches his interest.
Random: Likes to tap-dance, make music with his cane, and do his own version of a Joker-laugh.


Personality: After three thousand years of imprisonment within what one can only call "absolute nothingness", Jack has longed to recover from that perpetual state of loneliness. He has accepted those things for what they were, and has thusly integrated them into his very being; embracing their power, their loyalty, and the comfort they bring him in the new world.

On the other hand, Jack is still a very unstable individual, his mind-state causing him to blurt out random obscenities, seemingly out of nowhere. He will react to bullying in such a manner as to seem like a masochist, when in reality he just thinks it’s downright hilarious. The levels in which this "insanity" or more properly labeled "pathetic stupidity" can ascend to is akin to cockslapping a man, and then the man proceeds to bite down and thrash about like a pit-bull, all the while smiling like an idiot, watching and waiting for some disgusted reaction for his own self-amusement.

However, when he actually is “normal”, he tends to carry himself with a rather unusual child-like swagger, referring to things as being “hip” and just portraying an overall jazzy persona.

Description: Jack's look is so awkward, so potently bizzare that it almost comes off as cartoonish. His skin is pure white, and literally paper-thin, his eyes are nothing but empty sockets, that expel darkness from them like canned air, ever remaining in a constant state of oxidation. His hair is pitch-black and comes down in a semi-exaggerated arch, reaching well past his ears and ending at his jaw-line.

His attire is rather business-like, preferring a black tie over a white button-up, layered over with a comfortable black vest, buttoned only at the bottom, and left entirely alone at the top. His lower-body consists of finely pressed dark slacks, and black italian leather-shoes. Might, I add that for some reason he enjoys wearing those classic Bugs Bunny-style white gloves on his hands; a sort of visual representation to his way of thinking, and how he goes about daily life.

Items: Jack has no real need for any weapons, or anything like that, though he does carry a golden pocket-watch. It's the type that flips open, connected to a medium-length chain, hooked to one of the loops in his pants, and residing in the lower-left pocket of his vest. He appears to check it out of sheer habit and nothing more. The watch has no special abilities of any sort: merely an item that Jack finds interesting, and fun to look at, rather than the dull and boring task of looking at one's wrist. (2)

Cane:Despite not having a need for weapons of any sort, Jack is able to use his power over the shadows and darkness to craft a U-handled cane that can extend to any length, or alter its proportions at any point on its structure. Attempting to break the weapon is practically useless, for it will simply dematerialize and then, reconstruct itself thereafter.

He could also alter its cylindrical shaft, or tips for offensive purposes. For instance: shaping the handle into a sharp tip, so that he may use it like how one would wield a scythe. He can also control the weapon with his mind, meaning he doesn't need to be in direct contact with the weapon in order to actually use it.

It is also a tool that he may use to tear open rifts in space-time, granting him dimensional travel, utilizing the dark rifts between worlds though only out of mere preference. He is fully capable of traveling without its aid, for the weapon is spawned entirely from his ability to manipulate and control the darkness. (8)

Revolvers: Holstered at both hips are two magnum revolvers imbued with the destructive energy that comes with being an entity fueled by pure hatred. The bullets they unleash are capable of taking out whole city blocks with just a single shot, and beyond depending on how much power Jack chooses to put into them. Obviously there isn’t a need to reload since the bullets are created from his power, but the adrenaline rush he receives while getting shot at has proven to be very fun. (8)

The Darkness: Between every place, and every world, every plane of existence, there lies the intangible darkness. A place where reality gets chewed up, spat out, stepped on then, shat on by the creatures that dwell inside. After three-thousand years of loneliness, Jack had given in to their constant begging; granting them refuge within his body in exchange for freedom to the outside world--back into existence.

After the escape, Jack soon learned how to summon the beasts, using shadows, people's inner-hatred. They could emerge from the darkness of an alleyway, or the innards of a man's stomach, or even on his own body--it really just doesn't matter to them, because they really just don't give a fuck, and neither does Jack. The forms they may take range from towering monstrosities, to micro-organisms that may eat a person from the inside out, and are fully capable of psychic communication, as well as weaving their minds together into one to prevent a mental assault.

Light does not effect them in any way, shape, or form, and if they're really feeling up to the task, force their own world to coming spilling into reality, drastically altering the landscape, while promoting and reinforcing their power. This is a byproduct of being derived from their own inner-hatred, their bitterness toward their past-lives. After all, wouldn't you be angry if you just got locked up in eternal darkness for no reason at all?

In addition to this, Jack has gained complete mastery over the shadows, places where light does not exist. From this, he can craft material objects such as that cane he loves carrying around. However, due to the fact that Jack is a hollow and only semi-tangible this grants him some very potent incorporeal power over his body, and the environment around him. (8)

Due to a lack of proper explanation as to why The Darkness is so powerful, I'll give a brief explanation as to why each ability is available in the paragraphs describing them above: all are level (8)

Resistance to Light: Jack is from a world of light; as a human it was a very basic biological response to absorb it, and add it to his own natural energy reserves: because the beasts use his own body as a vessel, they naturally take in certain aspects of who he is, and what he is capable of naturally withstanding; light being one of those, and as such they have a very profound resistance to it. This is not to say a focused light-beam cannot hurt them, for light still carries energy, but simply standing out in the open sunlight is not enough to hurt them.

Manifestation of The Darkness Into the Ordinary World: A combination of multiple abilities is the reason for why he is able to do such: first tearing open gateways to the darkness using his cane (see above) or his own natural power, provides a means for things to come in through. Secondly: Jack draws most of his power from that world, and as long as that gateway remains open, energy will continue to flow through. Whether or not Jack chooses to absorb that energy is entirely up to him: should he choose not to, then, like any other basic energy it will begin to effect the world around it. The longer the gateway is left open, the more it can effect things.

The effects are only environmental, casting an intensely dark shadow over most of of the land, and can easily expand to planetwide, given enough time (which is a very long time).

Semi-Corporeal: Jack isn't exactly from The Darkness, he's from the world of humans, and ordinary reality, where everything is firmly rooted down into the Earth. The changes Jack has gone through are incomplete, and likely never will be due to the simple fact, that he was never apart of the reality that governed The Darkness to begin with. It was merely weaved into him like threads in a shirt: only the threads are loose, not woven together tightly enough due to the aforementioned reason above.

Psychic Defense Mechanism; Mind Weave: Because the creatures use Jack as a vessel for when they travel into the outside world, they are very much connected to his mind and thoughts. In addition to having so many monsters trapped in such a small body, it is necessary that their minds weave together into a single, damn near impenetrable fabric to avoid damaging him. An accidental bonus to this, is that because their minds are weaved into one, it makes it incredibly difficult for most psychics to probe around, mess with, or trap him within an illusion. This is not an offensive ability, so much as it allows everyone to know what the other is thinking, and act on those thoughts.

They cannot, I repeat cannot launch mental assaults, merely communicate and use their psychic network as steel wall against psychic attacks.

Forms: In any place where life exists, be it in spiritual, metaphysical, technological, or plain ol', regular organic, there is always going to be a wide variety of organisms inhabiting that particular place. With The Darkness, this is no different: creatures come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from giant monsters to tiny insects.

Shadow Craft: One of Jack’s favorite games when he was but a wee lad was playing the game-dubbed as shadow-puppets. The game where one turns out the light, picks up a flashlight and proceeds to mimic various animals with their hands and fingers. Jack, unlike your average joe is fully capable of bringing these creatures to life, giving them solid form.

Often times he can be seen crafting these creatures for the sheer pleasure of doing so. (8)

Monster: During his time in the darkness, Jack was taught how to cope with the new world he was now trapped in. He was taught how to fight, and defend himself from other less-than-friendly creatures, baring in mind that they were already leagues stronger than him to begin with. As such, he naturally became a much stronger being than ever before, in the very same way a martial artist, wrestler etc becomes stronger, by first fighting someone who is stronger than himself.

Once he gained mastery over the energies flowing throughout his new home, he was fully able to heal himself from most mortal injuries, requiring little in the way of assistance, due to the constant fortification of his body over the course of 3,000 years. Wounds now heal at a frighteningly efficient pace, stitching themselves back together in a matter of minutes, though much larger wounds due seem to take longer than others. (8)

Rage: When Jack gets angry, he becomes consumed by his inner-hatred, his bitterness for being locked away without a rhyme or reason for his suffering. In this state, his skin begins to peel off, revealing a sort of dark flesh, remaining in a constant state of oxidation, yet never actually disappearing. His speed increases, as does his strength, and durability. (8)

Master of Puppets: Everyone has something they hate, no matter how much they try to deny it; something that just sends them hurling over the edge and into a state of uncontrollable, blind rage. The feeling is overwhelming, and nigh irresistible when one has hundreds upon thousands of monsters screaming at you to just let it all out. Jack is capable of manipulating those dark feelings, unleashing a tidal wave of chaos upon those he deems as the enemy.

To put it in more simple terms: Jack and his horde of monsters are able to dive into the minds of weak-minded individuals and amplify any negative emotional characteristics, triggering a berserker-like mentality, throwing them into a state of uncontrollable rage. Everybody possesses them to some degree or another, Jack just knows how to expose 'em to the public and use them for his own self-gain. (8)

Wrath of The Mad Man: When Jack was finally freed from the darkness, all of his emotions began to boil over into a sea of malice. All he wanted to do was find comfort in humanity but, was bluntly rejected for his freakish appearance. As such, he began to focus his emotions into a tangible energy that could be used for both constructive and destructive purposes. Due to its supernatural nature, the energy may come in various forms ranging from a solid to liquid to gas, and so forth.

Simplified: the energy acts very much like chakra/chi/ki (think in Green Lantern terms), in the sense that various constructs can be made, provided sufficient concentration and will power. However, due to the fact that it is an energy used to create, and by definition alone, energy is often times more destructive when used in an uncontrolled or better yet, unstable state. The energy itself is drawn from that place which lies between worlds, and is fueled by Jack's emotions: one of the most basic and primal ways to conjure up any type of power. (8)


History: Your freedom has been taken: you sit in a classroom full of well-disciplined students, and for some reason, you’re the only one unable to remain focused. You’d much rather be outside, playing make-believe with all the other kids, playing dungeons and dragons, sinking your best friend’s battleship. You are happy in this environment, and yet… for some reason you feel as though you don’t belong, for this is not you—at least—not the true you.

Instead, you spend all your time creating children’s stories, for that is all that your young, inexperienced mind can comprehend. This is where you are free to express yourself in whatever way your heart chooses. You draw a man about your age, walking across a bridge. Underneath the bridge, there are monsters—hordes of monsters all leaping up and out of the river below in futile attempts to pull you in, but somehow you manage to ignore their cries for help; their cries for comfort, warmth, and affection. Despite their constant pleas for you to come and join them, and how annoying they may be to your sensitive ears, there is something… special about them. Something… otherworldly, and it intrigues your creative mind, if not inspires you to re-visit the bridge. Perhaps take a seat there, and have a little chit-chat with the wild things.

You begin to write more stories about these creatures as you ascend to your teenage years. The creatures start to become more complex, as you continue to grow; matching your friendly, witty, and humorous nature with their own. You start to have dreams about these creatures, and in those dreams you play with them, like the little boy you would truly prefer to stay as.

Little do you know, your story is beginning to come true.

You are walking home from school, and you pass by a familiar bridge. As you walk across it, you hear familiar voices; some soft and some strong; some angry and others loving; some welcoming and others rejecting. They ask that you join them; they tell you that you do not belong in that world of light. “You are one of us!” they shout with enthusiasm. Why else would you be the only one able, let alone willing to communicate with them?

“Come, join us!” they scream, little do you know that the choice is not your own. The bridge begins to crack beneath your feet, and before you know it, you begin to fall into the abyss; into the darkness to meet your new best friends.

Imagine not being able to see anything; not being able to hear the echo of your own voice inside of what appears to be a contradiction of reality. Something that is infinite, existing within that, which is finite.

You are scared, because you’re all by yourself—all alone in this world of seemingly nothingness. Where did all the creatures go?!

”Where are all my friends?” you wonder. Finally, you start to look for them, but your frail, undeveloped mind just cannot understand this place. You'll start to talk to yourself, you’ll start to hallucinate and go insane, and then you'll start to wonder whether or not your own 'self' even actually exists exists, because when you look down to see your hands, you see and feel nothing. It is as though you are a disembodied spirit wandering helplessly through oblivion—able to see and feel faint outlines of things flickering in and out of existence.

And yet... at the same time, you feel as though you're being watched by someone, or rather—something. At first those specks of malevolent filth don’t seem to notice you at first, going about their business and choosing to leave you alone. Eventually, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you wander too close and get attacked, only to be rescued by the ones who still hold their sanity in-tact. At first, they don’t recognize you, and nor do you recognize them, but it all comes flooding back to them in time, and that is when they welcome you in as one of their own.

You were the first to actually stop, sit down, and listen to them, while the others simply passed them by without a care in the world. They teach you their ways as a sign of gratitude, showing you how to manipulate and control the energies within this world, how to communicate with the others. Some tell you the tales of their pasts, and others simply choose to keep them secret, though it doesn’t matter to you. You’ve finally found a place where you can truly belong.

However, there is still that real world. That same, dull blue world called Earth, where your family and friends are. They have missed you so much, and you beg the creatures to let you out for just a little bit. At first they reject your woeful pleas; claiming that they’ll only scream at you, laugh at you, and make fun of you for who, and what you are. You’ll try, and try, and try, and try, and try, but they will not listen.

“But, fine, do as you will if that is what you desire.”

And so, you go, and everything that you thought wouldn’t happen does happen in all of its cruel, unbridled fury. They begin to attack you, and you begin to fight back, but your body just cannot survive in this environment anymore. You are no longer human—you—are a hollow. And so you return, balling tears of liquid darkness, and your friends begin to comfort you, explaining to you that you are unable to go back to that world.

“None of us can go back to that world. None of us can back to any of our worlds.” they tell you, hoping that you’ll understand.

“But I’m a human. I’m from that world…there has to be way of getting back to that place. C’mon, you’ve all been living here like a million gazillion years, and you’re telling me, you can’t find a way to get back?!” You shout.

And they, in-turn, “There is a way to get back, but we fear it may be our undoing…”

“No, it won’t. I went back there, once before by myself, and I survived! All we have to do is combine our powers, and we can go back.”

For a moment, they contemplate it, observing your pale, weakened figure.

“Damn it, they hate us all! We’re all from that world, and they have the nerve to reject us?! Tell us that we’re not allowed in our own world?! That planet belongs to us, everything belongs to us, and we’ll do whatever the hell we want from here on out!”

Finally, they are convinced, glittering teeth and razor-edged claws beginning to show, preparing to let the world know of their severely damaged souls.

Jack Black's Story