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You remember the sound of a woman laughing and dancing among the tree tops. You remember her raven hair and beautiful eyes, the way that the sun couldn't compare to the warmth she could bring. You remember running through the foliage with beasts on your heels. Laughing and falling into a heap with them as the seasons passed and you grew steadily. You remember when the dancing stopped and the laughter became a haunting sound, those days dancing in the light of your sun becoming memories of someone else's design.[break][break]
The cold feeling of steel on your wrists and ankles. Searing pain in your arm. Wanting to cross the threshold of life and death but never seeming able to take the next step. Maybe it was because you missed her warmth or because of an annoying kid that seemed to latch onto you.[break][break]
Your memories are a blur. You feel the pain. You hear what they call you. [break][break]
Savage.[break][break]
Outsider.[break][break]
Wildling.[break][break]
And when he asks your name, you're not sure what to tell him. You don't remember anything. Only the fragments before the pain comes and you push it away again. But they always called you the same thing. A savage. A monster. A beast in a human's skin.[break][break]
You remember a woman's fingers stroking your hair, becoming snagged on knots, drawing a growl from your throat. But she wasn't afraid. She didn't have to be because the steel around your wrists and ankles kept you at bay. Kept her safe.[break][break]
She'd read your stories. Of a boy named Jack and a girl named Jill. You never did find it humorous on how they'd always fall down the hill.[break][break]
But she did and every time they'd come and ask you to do something, summon that pain from inside of you, you'd fall. You'd fall and she'd notice and eventually she started to call you Jack.[break][break]
You grew accustomed to it.[break][break]
Jack. [break][break]
Jack the Savage.[break][break]
It became something that you'd remember again and again. Never forget. Always there. Always, forever. Just like the pain. The pain which became strength. Something that you'd ignore because it was a part of you just like the mark imbedded on your arm that would grow and change as you grew older. A fearsome monster, a dragon, she said with a glimmer of light in her eyes. That light which reminded you of the sun. [break][break]
Your sun.[break][break]
And all at once, you're angry. You see red. You fight. The steel can't hold you. You lash out and she's gone. They're all gone. You're barreling somewhere else, fighting and running, and your body is rejecting you but you keep going and eventually — you meet him. He's not sure why you are the way that you are. Brings you into his home, his mom helps clean you up and his dad asks what happened. His siblings have never seen anyone like you, he says but you're unaware. You're still seeing red and you're shaking and he grabs hold of you and everything becomes clear.[break][break]
He asks you again what happened and now it was just him and you. And you take off the steel, hearing it hit the ground. And you realize vaguely what you did.[break][break]
He didn't understand.[break][break]
You're Jack.[break][break]
Jack the Savage.[break][break]
Jack Savage.
Jack Savage's actions, motives, and beliefs are independent of his creator's. All persons and terms used have been researched and handled with care.
You remember the sound of a woman laughing and dancing among the tree tops. You remember her raven hair and beautiful eyes, the way that the sun couldn't compare to the warmth she could bring. You remember running through the foliage with beasts on your heels. Laughing and falling into a heap with them as the seasons passed and you grew steadily. You remember when the dancing stopped and the laughter became a haunting sound, those days dancing in the light of your sun becoming memories of someone else's design.[break][break]
The cold feeling of steel on your wrists and ankles. Searing pain in your arm. Wanting to cross the threshold of life and death but never seeming able to take the next step. Maybe it was because you missed her warmth or because of an annoying kid that seemed to latch onto you.[break][break]
Your memories are a blur. You feel the pain. You hear what they call you. [break][break]
Savage.[break][break]
Outsider.[break][break]
Wildling.[break][break]
And when he asks your name, you're not sure what to tell him. You don't remember anything. Only the fragments before the pain comes and you push it away again. But they always called you the same thing. A savage. A monster. A beast in a human's skin.[break][break]
You remember a woman's fingers stroking your hair, becoming snagged on knots, drawing a growl from your throat. But she wasn't afraid. She didn't have to be because the steel around your wrists and ankles kept you at bay. Kept her safe.[break][break]
She'd read your stories. Of a boy named Jack and a girl named Jill. You never did find it humorous on how they'd always fall down the hill.[break][break]
But she did and every time they'd come and ask you to do something, summon that pain from inside of you, you'd fall. You'd fall and she'd notice and eventually she started to call you Jack.[break][break]
You grew accustomed to it.[break][break]
Jack. [break][break]
Jack the Savage.[break][break]
It became something that you'd remember again and again. Never forget. Always there. Always, forever. Just like the pain. The pain which became strength. Something that you'd ignore because it was a part of you just like the mark imbedded on your arm that would grow and change as you grew older. A fearsome monster, a dragon, she said with a glimmer of light in her eyes. That light which reminded you of the sun. [break][break]
Your sun.[break][break]
And all at once, you're angry. You see red. You fight. The steel can't hold you. You lash out and she's gone. They're all gone. You're barreling somewhere else, fighting and running, and your body is rejecting you but you keep going and eventually — you meet him. He's not sure why you are the way that you are. Brings you into his home, his mom helps clean you up and his dad asks what happened. His siblings have never seen anyone like you, he says but you're unaware. You're still seeing red and you're shaking and he grabs hold of you and everything becomes clear.[break][break]
He asks you again what happened and now it was just him and you. And you take off the steel, hearing it hit the ground. And you realize vaguely what you did.[break][break]
He didn't understand.[break][break]
You're Jack.[break][break]
Jack the Savage.[break][break]
Jack Savage.
miscellaneous
extra information
- Jack's memories are fragmented and through experiencing different situations, it may become clearer. However,
beware of what you might find. - Sometimes if he is under extreme amounts of stress he'll experience blackouts. During those times, it would be best to contact Anthony Skies or seek refuge elsewhere.
- He has a very large appetite but when he cooks himself, he is less likely to use appliances. Preferring to use things that are natural like a campfire.
- He knows how to knit, sew, wash, and do many daily chores. He might make clothes from time to time for people that he's close to.
- Not very fond of sweets but will eat them if they're around.
- Has a very high alcoholic tolerance and hates it.
- Prefers to read whenever he's not busy but otherwise will practice or do some chores.
- Can be found with Anthony Skies, if not, you might want to ask around.
- Hair color is natural.
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Jack Savage's actions, motives, and beliefs are independent of his creator's. All persons and terms used have been researched and handled with care.
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