Post by Jack Shephard on Sept 26, 2008 19:59:15 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name;; Jack Nathaniel Shephard
nickname;; Jack, Jackson (only by his parents), Jackass, Doctor, Doc, and any other nickname you can think of (mainly by Sawyer)
birthday;; April 12th, 1967
age;; 37
sexual orientation;; Straight
job;; Spinal Surgeon at Saint Sebastian's
Canon;; Matthew Fox
;; appearance
general;; Jack Shephard is a slim, yet muscular man, who hides the pain of a childhood that could have been better. His face can mostly be seen as a mask, but when he smiles he can light up a room.Clean-cut, he would be caught in suits and scrubs more than jeans. Jack has various tattoos, one large one on his shoulder with chinese lettering, one on his inner arm of the stars and sea, and various tattoos on his back.
Jack wouldn't seem like the type to have tattoos, and he doesn't speak of them often. His attitude is straight-forward, much like how he presents himself.
favorite;; His wife Sarah had always said that when the lucky few got to see his smile, they would instantly fall in love. It was one of the reasons, Sarah claimed, that she went out and married him.
hate;; Jack has a love/hate relationship with his tattoos. While they make him stand out, they also have a dark secret behind them that only he knows.
heritage;; American
ethnicity;; White
;; personality
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Jack can be viewed as most doctors are viewed; guarded and slightly arrogant. The divorce left him more emotionally scarred than he was before. This is most true about Jack -- he fails to admit it, but he is very emotionally damaged. This stems from many different factors, from his upbringing to his marrage, but the truth remains that Jack has issues, be them control and trust issues, anger issues. When he's been drinking, his temper can get away from him, and even when he's not drinking, he can be a very loose cannon.
Jack tries to do everything right the first time; it's in his make-up. He's kind, and feircely loyal, however, betray that trust, and it's a hard thing to get back. More like his father than he cares to admit, he's stubborn yet always wanting to do what he believes is right for people. His bedside manner, however, is not like his fathers; he doesn't seem to have the ability to tell people things gently. He tells facts and doesn't sugarcoat them. However, surprisingly, Jack can bring a positive outlook on a seemingly dire situation when it comes down to it, even if it means lying. Jack believes himself not to be a good liar, however, he's much better than he gives himself credit for.
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<x>Has tattoos, but is very secretive about what they mean or how he got them
<x>has deep emotional issues that he sometimes can't work out
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;; origins
general;; Jack Shephard was born in Los Angeles, California to Margo and Christian Shephard. Christian was a well respected doctor for Saint Sebastian's hospital, and from an early age, Jack knew that he was going to be a doctor himself. He also realised at an early age that his father loved to drink, and when his father drank, his true colours showed. When Jack was little, he got into a fight with an older boy at school in defense of his best friend, Marc. Jack lost the fight. When he told his father what had happened, his father told him that it was useless to try to defend himself, because he wasn't strong to begin with.
Jack ignored these words, and went to school with high marks, graduating medical school a year earlier than his colleges. He went on to join his father at Saint Sebastian's as a spinal surgeon. While he was working in the ER, a car crash came in, with a woman named Sarah listed in critial condition. She told him before she passed out that she needed to be able to walk; she was determined to dance at her wedding. Jack vowed that she would walk.
Surprising everyone, who claimed that it had been a miracle, Sarah regained the ability to walk and cited Jack as the reason. The two fell for each other, and soon, got married to Sarah. However, Jack slowly began to wonder if the reason why he was with Sarah, was because he was afraid to let go of anything, even her as a patient. Jack told Sarah at their vows that he couldn't let go of anything, and was afraid of letting her in, but she had changed him. He didn't save her on that table, she saved him.
However, life wasn't rosey and bright in Jack's world. After admitting to Sarah that he had kissed a patient's daughter, Sarah took that as the last straw, and told Jack she wanted a divorce. Jack was devistated, and went to Phuket to try to get some stability back into his life. There he met a mysterious asian woman who had the ability to see into people. She also tattooed men. Jack prodded her into tattooing him, however, when he walked out onto the street, he was assulted by Thai men, and banned fromt he country.
Jack went back to America, only to find that his wife, at least in his mind, was cheating on him. He followed her, almost stalking her to prove to himself that she was cheating on him. When he found out it was true, he was devestated.
Heartache always comes after more heartache, Jack got word that his Father was in Australia, however, the worst had happened. He was dead. Jack went to Australia to bring his father's body back to the United States.
parents;; Christian and Margo Shephard
siblings;; Step-sister-- Claire Littleton
other;; Step-Nephew -- Aaron Littleton
;; roleplaying
sample;;
Every time they hit an air pocket, he prayed for a crash. It was a silent prayer, whispered over and over and over agian inside of his head. Sometimes, his mouth would move, and the woman (always an old woman, surprisingly) would pat his hand and say 'don't worry, child. Planes belong in the air.'
The plane jerked, leaving Jack clutching the armrest, knuckles tight, and in his head, he prayed for a crash. A mid-air collision. Anything to bring this plane down. Another air pocket, and some people jerked out a yell. The old woman next to him clutched onto his hand a little tighter than needed. Jack merely looked up at the top of the cabin, and silently prayed.
Crash. Crash. Crash.
The word repeated over and over again until the pilot came on, assuring that it was just air pockets, and there was nothing to worry about.
"Miss. Miss!"
Jack reached over, grabbing the flight attendant's arm. "Give me another."
"You've had enough, Mr. Shephard."
"I. Said. Another."
The flight attendant moved her arm out of his grip, and Jack was left to sigh, closing his eyes as he prayed the tears wouldn't fall out of his eyes this time. However, the gods were not on his side, and a lone tear streaked from his eye and down his face to drip onto his jacket. Why couldn't it all just be over with?
Why couldn't the lies, the pain, the torture...why couldn't it just end?
LAX. He knew the airport now like the back of his hand. The airline staff greeted him when he came in, offered him anything under the sun that he wanted. All because he had came back.
Jack walked through the airport, his once chrisp-white shirt wrinkled, and his backpack secured squarly on his shoulders. People looked at him as he passed, some whispered, some pointed, but all were saying the same thing. 'He Survived. He's the hero. That's the hero, Timmy. Bobby, that's the man who saved those lives.' Sometimes they would stop him, telling him how brave he must have been, how horrible the Island must have been and how alone he must have felt. He wanted to tell them that this was the horrible place, this was where his braveness ceased to be, and this was where he felt more alone than ever. However, he smiled sometimes, and told them, 'Yes, I am one of the Oceanic Six, and yes, I'm glad to be home' when in reality, he was anything but.
His car was waiting for him; the fee was free. The Golden Ticket Oceanic gave him paid for everything; all he had to do was show up. He drove out of LAX, and towards his house. A quick change of clothes to a suit less wrinkled, and he was back on the road again, heading somewhere where he really didn't want to go.
He hadn't been to Crabby Al's in weeks, Jack thought silently. With work and the flights and his increasing dependency for pills, he hadn't had the energy. All his energy was focused ont he Island.
The parking at Crabby Al's was always two things. Empty or full. Right now, it was empty, and Jack pulled his old, beat up jeep into the parking spot, and got out. He checked his reflection in the side mirror, and rubbed at a spot where he had knicked himself with the razor. Fresh red blood welled up, and he licked his thumb to wipe it away. He locked the jeep (though he wasn't sure hwy anymore; he didn't care if anyone stole it), and he entered the bar, the smell of smoke, beer, and sweat hitting his nose. Why did through all of those scents did he still smell crisp ocean air?
He slid onto a stool, his elbows on the worn bar surface as he pressed his face into his hands and sighed.
"Give me the strongest drink you have."
;; behind the character
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name;; Sammeh
age;; 22
gender;; female
years roleplaying;; 8+
location;; Las Vegas
How You found us;; PFT
