"I stood at the altar and worshiped a stranger."

General warnings for very mature and violent topics, as well as sexual violence and general grossness. Death, torture, maiming, gore, and sexual topics will likely be mentioned or referenced.

DMs are open! Mun doesn't bite!

Interaction encouraged! Questions, comments, roleplay starters, additions to my solo posts, etc are all eagerly welcomed.

Anyone welcome to interact, including other OCs.

Mun is all pronouns.

Anything with "//" in front of it is OOC - so, me, the mun, speaking.

Sometimes slow on replies. I have 8 gazillion blogs to tend to.

I'm generally new to the game, so I might get some teeny bits wrong, but I think I understand the gist of everything - or at the very least, the gist of what Jack would reasonably know.

𝑇𝐴𝐺 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇:

#Sleep Room R&R -- shortform rp responses

#Into the Trials -- literate rp responses

#Mad ramblings -- solo posts

#A voice from the TV -- ask responses

#Ooc post

#My art

#Reblog

𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆:

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𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑁𝐸𝑅𝑆:

TBD

𝑂𝐶 𝐼𝑁𝐹𝑂:

General -

Appearance

Jack is nicknamed "Jackoff"/"Jackshit"/"Jackass", etc due to his name.

Jack is Reagent #6307.

Never having been schooled, Jack is not very well educated. He's not stupid, but he doesn't know a lot of things, and sometimes speaks strangely due to not being the most literate or well-read.

As of game canon in 1959, Jack is 23.

Jack is a heal rig main, and a heavy stealth player, who loves to lurk in the shadows and hide. His worst enemy is Night Hunter for being able to see him.

He tweaks the FUCK out the second he's hit with even a smidge of psychosis gas.

He's dead silent when hiding, but is prone to screaming at the smallest thing and giving himself away. He tripped a little? AAAAH. He scratched himself minutely? AAAAH. He was seen? AAAAH as he runs blindly away and directly into a tripwire. He's only survived this long due to being good at stealth when he isn't freaking out and getting himself stabbed.

He tried to live honestly... but got good at stealing and pickpocketing nonetheless. Need anything nicked, and he's a decent option.

Background -

Jack Adderman was born in New York City in 1936 and grew up in the era of post-World War Two prosperity, where New York became a global cultural hub. However, he didn't benefit from that prosperity.

He was born into a large family who couldn't afford another child, but equally couldn't afford an abortion, and when they were suggested that they give Jack up, they refused, having already gotten attached. His family was homeless as most of them were old, mentally ill, substance abusers, or disabled, however, they weren't ill enough to get institutionalized when they ran into the police.

Jack was the only young male, so he would be the most likely of anyone to be able to get and keep jobs. The second he was old enough to, he was working, but he struggled to do so and was too young to be doing it for very long before he was abducted. So, in that short time he was providing scraps for his family, he wasn't able to get enough money to actually buy them a place to stay in for more than a few months before they got kicked out, so they rotated between motels, flophouses, and single room occupancy units in the cheapest parts of the city.

Then, 1958, on a night after having been kicked from their one means of shelter once again, Jack and his family were sleeping outside in an alleyway when a flyer blew off from a pole and directly in front of him.

"Are you lost? Lonely? Poor? Confused?". It was an advert from the Murkoff Corporation - allowing anyone of any sex, ethnicity, religion, class, or political stance to volunteer and "let the miracles of science give [them] purpose".

Seeming to be the most promising offer yet, though he knew nothing of what it was even meant to be, let alone what it actually was, he set out to volunteer.

And then, henceforth, he was abducted and forced to "consent" to Project Lathe and become Reagent #6307. To his family, their only hope simply vanished off the face of the Earth, with no record of what had been done to him.