

"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but Iβm just not close enough to get the job done."
Thought color Purple
Speech color Orange

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Quirks β¦Nervous leg and finger tapping
Skill β¦ Spear fighter.
Talents β¦Very good at crafting devices, good at repairs, a sculpter.
βF A V O R I T ExA B I L I T Yβ
Trap making. β¦ Can construct various traps out of simple materials as wells as complicated ones.

"Every so often, we all gaze into the abyss. It's a depressing fact of life that eventually the clock expires; eventually the sand in the hourglass runs out. It's the leaving behind of everything that matters to us that hurts the most"
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The Doors People are strange.

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Jack grew up believing he would be an inventor, building amazing contraptions out of only Legos and a simple tinker toy set. Walking into his room was like walking into a labyrinth. Traps left and right, and the only way to his bed without getting a dart super glued to your forehead or duct tape wrapped around your ankles was know only to Jack. Even late into high school Jack performed mechanical miracles for those few he called friends. Everything from repairing an Ipod that was run over by a car to wiring someones alarm system to alert the police every time they opened the fridge. Jack was overly fond of mischief, and due to his talents he was never exactly caught, a teacher would put blame on him but because they had no proof he was never punished. Jack was happy with his life and his few friends. But then in sophomore year his as mother got sick, and he had to drop out of school just to find a full time job as a mechanic just to support the household. His mother had paroxysymal nocturnal hemoglobinuria (PNH) a rare disorder that causes the immune system to attack red blood cells at night.
Jack and his mother simply could not afford the cost of the drugs needed to survive this disorder. So Jack started to look for ways to make a lot of money quickly. He slowly started mixing in with the wrong crowd and eventually he was running a chain of chop shops, making easily enough money to cover the cost of his mothers sickness. He passed off how he got the medicine to his mom saying that the company that made the drug was giving it to him for free. Then one day Jack pissed off the wrong guy, and the police went after him, barely able to escape from them he had lost his only means of getting the medicine his mother so desperately needed. Jack went home to talk to his mother and tell her they couldn't get the medicine anymore.