Bad Jack
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Bad Jack is a tall, severe looking man of indeterminate age. He has ginger hair and is often dressed in a black tailcoat, white shirt and bowtie. He often has a distant, abstracted look. To Dreaming eyes, he's a rabbit Pooka, with long furry, ginger ears and a face painted into a skull. His usual animal form is a black continental giant rabbit with a white pattern on his fur in the shape of bones. Jack is a master shapechanger however, and it's difficult to say what he really looks like.
This is a tale that someone told about Bad Jack:
Happy Jack looked around as the last of the Formorians and thier minions fled or were slain. Grieving, confused, his jester's makeup ran with tears and blood. It dripped redly from his claws. He hadn't known he'd had claws...He'd lost himself in the fight, surrendering to his bestial nature. He could feel it now, growling deep within him...
Afterwards, his friend Redd Setter had told him that something called The Shadow Court had showed up at the last second and turned the tide, at great cost. Good King David was dead, and so were many, many of Happy Jack's friends, and Redd Setter said Redd had been in the Shadow Court the whole time, and wasn't it a lovely prank? And, wouldn't things be Jolly now that the Seelie's strangle hold was broken? And how if everyone was careful and calm, and did everything the Shadow Court said, that after the Long Winter, Spring would come again?
When Jack heard that, his eyes opened and the hair on the back of his neck rose and his ears twitched and he Saw. He Saw the hundreds of years of plotting, and the Ravaging and Rapture, and the hoarding of Glamour and the slow doling out, and the control and the compromises and the promise of Iron Knives, and he saw what must be done about it.
When Jack returned to himself, he found he had more blood on his claws, and that Red had run away somewhere, and Jack said to himself, "This won't do. This won't do at all. Mustn't go around clawing folks to death. Uncivilized. Untidy. Unartful. Not Stylish in any way. Not. Up. To. Code. This was a very Bad thing for Happy Jack to do. Happy Jack must go away, I'm afraid. Instead there must be a Bad Jack. A Very Bad Jack indeed."
And Bad Jack picked himself up and brushed himself off, and washed the blood and paint off of his face, and then he took his brushes and painted himself a new face. A stylish face. A face more suitable for the times.
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"We can't have this. It's just not done. It's not civilized"
- "One can never predict how hard the cruel blows of this world will fall on someone, and what they will do to them. However I may remember Jack, whatever he may have intended to become, the cold winter has forged his very soul into a merciless blade. And if you should cut yourself on it, know that your pain is but a drop in the sea of his own that it has shed." - Iris Argiope
| Player | Errol Logan |
|---|---|
| Pronouns | he/him |
| MES # | US2014070123 |
| Domain | NY-004-D |
| Storyteller | Z Sabrina Mitnik |
