Shadows of the night [[For SapphireD910 & Time]]

[Time_Keeper]

 

 

Name: Jax Durandal

 

Age: 25

 

Gender: Male

 

Personality: Jax is what one could call sarcastically playful and even a bit blunt in his opinions. Despite his lack of sugar coating things, Jax tends to have a rather fair mentality and he weighs both the pros and the cons before making a decision. He's quite smart and little gets past him, no matter the situation. Due to his sharpness and the ease in with he takes in any given situation, his friends often look to him for advice and help in many subjects of their life. One thing to note, however, is that though Jax appears so open and friendly to those around him, he's very selective of those who he allow near his heart. Only those who have gained his utmost respect and trust get to see the real man hidden behind all the playful nature and quick remarks.

 

Hero Name: Creed

 

Outfit: Jax usually wears all black leather, violet contacts and a voice changer when he goes out to perform his duties to keep his city safe. To hide his true identity, he wears a simple black mask with a deep red trimming that simply covers his eyes and leaves the rest of his face open. One would think that someone should have connected him with his Hero person but only those who he truly trusts, know about his secret.

 

Bio: Jax grew up in a relatively wealthy family and he lived a fairly normal life until his youngest brother was killed in a gang related incident. Seeing how the death of his brother affected the structure of his family, Jax swore that he would do his best to make it so innocent people weren't cruelly torn from the arms of their family over something that didn't truly have anything to do with them. His beginning as a Vigilante/Hero was a slow one filled with many stumbles and falls, but eventually Jax got the hang of things and quickly rose to fame in his city by being a masked man who interfered in criminal activity and assured the city that justice would be served no matter who he was facing off against.

 

Weapons: Black bow and arrow as well as a black staff and a few extra gadgets that keep him safe and allow him to move from Point A to Point B a lot faster than normal.

 

Extra: Jax absolutely adores cats and owns 4 of them in the rather large house he bought when he moved away from home. His basement in the source of where all his Vigilante/Hero gadgets and outfits come from as well as the main get together for all who are in his close circle.

 

 

 

Humming softly under his breath from his perch one of the towering buildings of his beloved city, Jax exhaled a soft sigh while he quietly observed the people walking miles below on the ever busy streets. Emerald City never truly had a dull moment, that was for sure. No matter what time of day it was, it always seemed to have people filling the city streets and voices raising into the air from any given direction. Many would have presumed a city such as this one would have been a hectic one to live in, after all having to share every inch of space with dozens of people could make anyone uncomfortable, however to those who had lived hear their whole lives....it was home. A home that some would even put their lives on the line night after night to protect.

 

"How's it looking out there tonight, bud?" a voice filtered in through the small listen device Jax had in his left ear, causing the man to stir a bit by calmly shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

 

"It's pretty calm tonight, nothing much going on, Rae. I'll probably give it another half hour or so before the crazies make their presence felt" Jax replied quietly, violet eyes never stopping from their constant observation of the city below him even as he listened to the sounds of the clock of keyboard buttons. Probably his friend trying to look for any disturbances that Jax himself had yet to locate from his position.

 

Rae had been with him from the beginning of this crazy ride. From the moment the news of the death of his brother had reached his ears, Rae had been at his side. A steady, comforting presence that had kept Jax's mind sane and his determination strong. Rae had been there every time Jax had come home beaten and battered to the bone, and along with Sierra, had fixed him up time and time again before letting him go back out into the streets. Having the position the Head of security for an important corporation building, one would think that Rae would have not had that much time for all these nightly activities and the constant call ins he received on a daily basis when Jax needed him.....however, his best friend always made time. Rae had become more than a friend over the years, he had become almost like another brother and Jax didn't know what he'd do without him....Even if him commentary through the communication device was a bit distracting during nights like these.

 

"Well hell, Jax. You'll probably just end up turning into a real life gargoyle on top of that tower if we don't get your bored ass on the move. I don't know about you, but I hate the feeling of the bitch like leg cramps that come from staying in your position for too long a time. Makes me almost wanna cry for my momma" Rae's amused tone pipped up through the comm earning him a equally amused chuckle from Jax as the vigilante once again shift his weight from one bent leg to the other.

 

"Have I ever told you that you're such a girl" Jax commented, smirking at the scoff he heard from the other end of his device.

 

"Says the one with the long hair and the exceptional fashion statements"

 

"Hey, one of us has to look good" Jax teased, almost downright laughing at the distant shout of 'I heard that!' he picked up from where Rae was probably secured in their hideout with Sierra tinkering around a bit with the gadgets she had a habit of hand making.

 

"Keep that up and Sierra might have you stupid head when you come home.....Alright bud, we've got some activity going on the left sector of the city. Looks like a mugging of sorts. You might want to move your leathery self over there before things escalate"

 

"Got it" Jax responded, tone swiftly changing from its previous teasing note to a much more serious tension now. Rising to his feet quickly, Jax smoothly plucked his grappling hook from his custom built utility belt and with little hesitation, leapt off of the ledge of his perch and as silent as a ghost, began to make his journey towards the crime life had finally come alive for the night.

 

Emerald city was notorious for its night life, one of violence and criminal activity. While during the day the city was lovely and a dream place for tourists, during the night, it became a living nightmare. One that had its people locking both their doors and windows and praying that their lives be spared from the lunatics roaming around. The plague in the city had taken plenty of innocent lives over the years but since Jax had stepped into the picture, the number of deaths had drastically lowered and people had begun to breath a little bit easier while knowing that "Creed" was somewhere out there fighting to keep them safe.

 

It was something Jax would make sure they continued to feel.

[SapphireD910]

 

*I do not claim any ownership of the image or character it is originally based on, it is only a stand in to represent the appearance of the character I have in mind.

 

Name: Ashley "Ash" Graves

Age: 27

Hair: Brunette, streaks of blond

Eyes: Gray

Alias: Reaper

Weapons: Duel trench blades (favored), hand guns, rifle (rarely)

Clothes: Usually wears black jeans, bulletproof vest, leather jacket, eye mask, half balaclava (mouth mask), steel-toed combat boots.

 

Bio: A bit of a brute in style, Ash developed his approach to justice and personal responsibility from a young age. His father was abusive man, eventually leading him to be taken into protective services, even taking him from his mother. He eventually was put with the man he'd end up seeing as his true father who taught him a lot about fighting and defense.

 

His father passed away a few years ago, leaving Ash with modest means and a lone-wolf mentality. His regular job is day-time security on commission for differing jobs. The work actually gives him access and insight into potential threats or targets for when he's off duty. Despite lots of urging he's avoided night shits, limiting his income a bit, to allow what he considers his more important mission in life of upholding justice and taking down criminals, specifically outside the circle of the wealthy and influential that he's hired for normally, to help the more common citizens. He doesn't go out of his way to cause damage or deal fatal blows, but he doesn't rule out the need to take out certain offenders permanently. He does, however, get a slight rush from a good brawl.

 

He lives in a small loft in the city off the money left to him and saving up from a few years of work. He loves the view overlooking quite a bit of the worst part of the city from his building, giving him quick access to intervene. He's earned the name Reaper for killing a lot of the crime rings, but also from the fast spread of word from the few kills he did deal where few others will go that far.

 

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Ash had just gotten off duty from one of his random security jobs, feeling a bit pent up after a long and rather routine day. Some typical mogul just wanting a little extra coverage while moving around, like a spoiled brat, overestimating his importance and risk of danger. Nonetheless it kept the lights on.

 

Fresh off duty he moved his way to one of the local bars to try to play it low key, ear to the ground for any whispers of plots or screams of disturbances. It was a common technique to come in for a drink that he would slowly nurse to keep his senses intact while blending in with most people and the cycle of crooks and jerks that would slither in and pay him no mind. He was without his full gear, but he had his mask and a blade if it came to it. As sad and inefficient as some might consider it, his approach to immerse himself actually granted him some major insight and information when some of these assholes had their guard down.

 

Currently he was overhearing some guys already a few drinks deep bragging over some deal they were going to complete the next night. He didn't know whether to be relieved or disturbed that it was creeps like this creating so much unrest in his home, keeping him busy and fueling both his official and unofficial work. The deeper or at leastmore spontaneous plots were at least less groan enducing for him.

 

Just as he was making his mental notes for the next night to put a stop to a moderate exchange by drug dealers, Ash heard a loud scream through the busling sounds of the bar. Must have been just outside. Just my luck, he thought with a smirk and honest sincerety. He rose with moderate speed to not draw attention or suggest he was responding to whatever altercation was happening, paying his tab and heading out the door. He cursed the room to himself, though not truly surprised that in a place like this, no one seemed the least bit startled by the sounds or cries from outside.

 

The bar door swung open with a long creak, but he instently placed the direction of the struggle. He made sure he was in the clear and hunched over and covered his face with his jacket to apply his eye mask before taking off in a sprint. When he reached the source of the cries he found the scene of a few young women, probably having a nice night out up to this point, being mugged by a couple of guys, faces hiddened by generic ski masks.

 

"Yo, big score tonight guys?" he questioned mockingly. "Three of them, two of you... how about I jump in and make things more even. Though... I'm looking to fuck you two over." He grinned a bit too widely, maybe itching for a fight more than he should.

 

"Fuck off you crazy asshole!" one of the thugs spat at him while his partner maintained his attention on the ladies, holding one of them at knife point.

 

"C'mon, wouldn't be my first time taking on two at once fellas." He shot them a wink.