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Jack Finn

"Dont worry i got this, or maybe not"

0 · 212 views · located in Earth 2030

a character in “World War III: Legacy to End Wars”, as played by W1LL1AM

Description

::Age::
18

::Job Description::
Ex-Cadet- now wasteland wanderer

::Weight::
175 lbs

::Height::
6'2

::Eye Color::

Brown

:: Hair color::
Dark Brown

:: General Description::

Though not physically superhuman, his athletic ability and intelligence marked him out as a suitable candidate for officer training. Carries himself proudly with a smooth walk and gentle tongue. Scars marked across his skin from multiple shrapnel wounds from ordinance. Alertness bordering on paranoia is easily noticeable on his face, and with eyes cold and staring it is easy to mistake him for several years older than his age. Always dressed in his military issue armour, his pistol magnetically attached to the equipment holster

::Background::
With family members serving on the Chronus Jack was going to rise quickly through the ranks, after the war though, very little was left. With no family, and very little in the way of provisions, he set off in search of survivors, hoping to unite them and rebuild. When not searching, he tries to clean up the wasteland, laying waste to hordes of zombies with his high-tech pistol given to him by his commanding officer (deceased). With no relatives surviving he is a hard person to open up, but when he does survivors flock to him

::Weapon::
Cadet-spec armour (not military spec but close) no helmet, integral combat blade (left wrist)
KMAG (Kinetic MAGnetic operated) pistol: Prototype weapon gifted from family member
EOD mini-bot (Like tennis ball in size) for ordinance

::Vehicle::
Desert Patrol Vehicle (light buggy type)

::Known Affiliates
Lactum Settlement- friendly, brings survivors/wanderers in
Traders- Unfriendly, accused of scaveging their territory (guilty of this)

So begins...

Jack Finn's Story

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#, as written by W1LL1AM
Jack slowly looked up at the local sheriff.
"Thats it?" he asked, the small bag of currency and various objects on the table were meagre at best, an insult at worst. "Sorry son, but with the trouble round here this was all we could scavenge for you"
"I dont think you understand sheriff" replies Jack, slowly extending and retracting his combat blade from his armor, a nervous habit. "This isnt about whats on the table, but what isnt, i had a very exact price when you sent a runner all the way over to me" glancing down, Jack slowly retracts the blade for the last time, before standing up.
"There was meant to be a caravan leaving in a few days to Lactum, where trade was meant to grow and prosper, but now you are telling me that because i am not going with it, you wont send it?"
"I'm sorry Jack....."
"I dont want you fucking excuses sheriff, i want that caravan! I cant ride with it, that isnt my style, if you want me on it i do it my way, you hear me? You can pay your own guards on the way back"
"Now listen here..." stammerd the sheriff
"No you listen, you send that caravan, tomorrow, not in a few days, tomorrow, on it should be about half of your tradable goods, aswell as a mixture of mane, women and children, I will be providing long range protection and scouting from my buggy, which i expect to be fuelled free of charge, if you do not accept this offer sheriff then Lactum will be left behind"
Walking out he overheard some people talking nearby
"You here that Cain blew the head off some folks coupla miles from here?"
"Dont be stupid, Cain is a children's story, used to frighten children and train militia"
"No dude i'm serious, i've seen him"
"My ass you've seen him"
Jack smiles to himself, looks like this day wont be so bad after all
"So tell me about this Cain fellow"..........