Avocat LV.1
Matin du Deuxième Jour
Lieu
Le rouleau de barils
Étiquette et mention: (NPC), (Minecraft Steve), (Taric) 

 "L'or? Je suis content de ne pas avoir essayé d'échanger mon argent au château. Je me sentirais pire à propos de ma paie, alors je le fais déjà." 
En prenant les billets de papier qu'il avait lâchés sur le haut de la barre, Jack les a remis dans son portefeuille avec un soupir défait. Il a tourné la tête pour regarder l'étranger qui avait répondu à sa question et a été repris. Alors que le mineur carré à quelques places était encore la chose la plus étrange que Jack ait vu depuis son réveil, l'individu qui s'était promené dans le bar était la deuxième chose la plus étrange par une petite marge.
Avec une chemise ouverte, des cheveux comme un boulon de soie brune, et de grandes pierres précieuses en orbite avec lui, l'homme avait l'air d'un présentoir de bijoux est venu à la vie et a passé des jours alternant entre pomper le fer à la salle de gym et aller à un salon de mode. Jack n'était en aucun cas un slouch quand il s'agissait de la forme physique. La boxe, les poids levés et tout simplement les combats de poings avaient laissé ses bras et ses muscles thoraciques aussi tonifiés qu'ils allaient l'obtenir.
Pourtant, voir l'estomac lisse de la planche à laver de Taric et le physique presque herculéen exposé à travers sa tenue un peu foppish a laissé Jack se sentir un peu mal à l'aise. Tout comme Jack a commencé à se demander si ses propres vêtements l'ont laissé ou d'une manière ou d'une autre surhabillé pour l'occasion, les paroles de l'homme de pierres précieuses ont déraillé son train de pensée.
"Si vous offrez de payer pour la nourriture et les boissons, alors je vous rejoindrai pour le petit déjeuner vu qu'il est évident que je suis assez cassé dans ce monde. Le moins que je puisse faire est de vous dire mon nom et pourquoi je suis ici, mais ce n'est pas vraiment une histoire colorée."
Se levant de son tabouret de bar, Jack descendit la ligne et prit place plus près de Steve et Taric avec Shadow rembourrage derrière lui, prenant le tabouret à côté de lui comme il l'avait fait à leur arrivée.
"Je m'appelle Jack. C'est Jack Slate. Officier, ou ancien officier, de la police centrale de Grant. C'est l'Ombre."
Jack s'est branlé le pouce sur l'épaule jusqu'au chien noir et blanc à côté de lui. La langue de l'Ombre s'est accrochée à ses lèvres noires alors qu'il pénétrait, léchant parfois les rangées d'épées tranchantes sang dents tachées qui remplissaient sa bouche. La mention de son nom a attiré ses yeux bleu glacé vers son maître, puis vers Taric, et brièvement vers Steve. Pendant un moment, l'Ombre semblait presque s'arrêter en pensant à la présence des étrangers avant de lever sa jambe et de lécher le cou vers le bas pour commencer à lécher son aine.
"Quant aux raisons pour lesquelles je suis ici à Platform City, j'ai reçu une lettre. Une lettre de... un nuage. Un nuage avec un visage souriant qui est apparu à l'extérieur de la fenêtre de mon appartement. La lettre qu'elle a déposée disait quelque chose à propos d'un Mugen Virus, des personnes dans le besoin, et un appel pour des héros. Je ne suis pas un héros, mais j'ai encerclé oui sur la lettre et j'ai fini ici."
Jack secoua la tête, souriant en parlant.
Honnêtement, quand je le dis à voix haute, c'est fou. Et pourtant je suis là! J'ai passé la journée au château de Tetris. J'ai entendu dire qu'ils avaient des funérailles alors je me suis fendu et j'ai erré ici pour boire. Et vous deux?"
Je regardais le mineur bloquant Jack grimacé à la mention d'une arène. Son esprit s'est immédiatement rendu dans les arènes qu'il connaissait. Des tanières illégales de tromperie et de sports de sang où les hommes mourraient et d'autres profiteraient de leur sang. Cependant, il s'empêcha de faire des suppositions. Vu sa compagnie, l'aréna aurait pu être n'importe quoi.
 « J'ai bien peur de n'avoir rien entendu sur une arène moi-même, mais si vous cherchez du bois et du cuir, essayez de trouver un vieux canapé. Même dans une ville comme celle-ci, quelqu'un doit jeter ses vieux meubles dans une ruelle ou sur le trottoir. »
Name: Jack Slate & Shadow the Dog
Title: The Lawman
Kingdom: Grant City in Namco Kingdom, vassal of the Bandai Empire.
Visual Description:



Written Description: Jack stands 5,10 with a lean athletic build and noticeable upper and lower body strength. He has short cut black hair, striking blue eyes, and a light skin complexion. While fairly young and fit he has a number of rather gruesome scars across his body. Ranging from gunshot entry and exit wounds, old knife lacerations, burn scars, and far more. The knuckles on his hand are hardened and covered in thick callouses.
In regards to attire he is currently wearing a pair of steel toed boats, black cargo pants with a belt, a sleeveless black undershirt, and a zip up grey jacket. He keeps a holster strapped to his right thigh and has a pair of strap ties on the back of his jacket for tucking away any larger guns on his back.
Personality: Jack is a stern, jaded, foul mouthed man who is quick to violence. He has a strong sense of justice that leaves him incredibly impatient with little to no tolerance for any bureaucracy in regards to the law. The man is the text book definition of 'loose cannon cop'. Bending, ignoring, or outright breaking the law he's supposed to maintain in order to uphold what's important and save innocent lives. Shooting, punching, and occasionally kicking men off rooftops first and asking questions later to whatever quivering pile of jelly is left.
However Jack, despite his gruff outward appearance, is deeply haunted by his past failures and doesn't think very highly of himself. As a result he's prone to self-deprecating activities and over-medicating with anything that makes him feel good. In combat he's fearless, pressing forward with a Berserker-like suicidal abandon. Putting the lives of others far above his own to the point he no longer cares if he lives or dies.
Game: Dead to Rights: RETRIBUTION
Current Story: After Jack destroyed the G.A.C (Grant Anti-Crime) organization and killed Redwater, putting a stop to his mad plans and avenging his father, he tried to settle back into the role of a police officer. However the harsh nature of the incident weighed heavily on his mind and Grant City only got worse as crime rates sky rocketed.
In an effort to quell them Jack became wilder and even more reckless then he had been before. He saved lives, but put many more at risk including his own. Pushing things too far Jack was put on probation and temporarily relieved of his duties. Left with nothing more then to start drinking and stew in his problems, Jack at first didn't believe when the call to adventure came.
Once he realized it was real he answered the call without a second thought. Hoping to better himself and finally do some genuine good.
Weapon(s):
Fists: Jack can use guns, but he is first and foremost a brawler. Punching, grabbing, kicking, and brutalizing opponents with his bare hands. He's by no means a martial artist, but he's more then capable against experienced hand to hand fighters.
Handcuffs: While seemingly not much of a weapon, Jack can use one of the many pairs of handcuffs he has to restrain and 'arrest' weakened humanoid enemies. Allowing him to more easily capture vital targets or simply grab an enemy to use as an unwilling, mobile meat shield. A good swift in the backside and Jack can send them flying forward, into enemies or traps.
Note: Jack can only 'arrest' creatures that fight a roughly humanoid body structure because his handcuffs can't fit on some giant Godzilla monster, much to his own frustration.
 Modern Semi-Auto Pistol: A simple blow-black handgun with an 8-round high caliber magazine. Standard issue for police officers in Grant City. It's nothing fancy, or even unique, but it packs a punch and gets the job done.
Stats
Level: 1
(P)Damage: 3
(P)Defense: 3
(M)(E)Damage: 1
(M)(E)Defense: 1
Dexterity: 2
Critical: 0%
XP ////////// (0/10)
Squad: Alpha
General Abilities
 -COMPANION- Shadow: Shadow is a threatening, almost feral dog that looks like a cross between an Alaskan Huskie and a small bear. He was found abandoned as a puppy and raised by Jack's father. Shadow came into Jack's possession once he set out on his quest for his father's killer. The dog proved to have a frightening degree of intelligence and capability in combat, more then capable of ripping out men's throats and...less appropriate aspects of their anatomy.
While not capable of speaking, wielding weapons, or doing anything requiring hands, Shadow is intelligent enough to understand and carry out a large number of orders. He's able to attack foes, retrieve fallen weapons/items and bring them to Jack, and can even slip over or through obstacles in order to bring back something to open the path (slipping through a small hole in a hall to bring back a keycard, est.)
Sidestep?
Bullet Time
Enemy Disarm
Takedowns
Shared Senses
Level 1:
Special Abilities
Slot One:
Items
Slot One: -Empty-
Slot Two: -Empty-
Slot Three: -Empty-
Strengths
Physical Resilience: While Jack Slate is by all means a normal human police officer, he is possessed of a physical fortitude and pain tolerance ill fitting of a human being. He can suffer gunshot wounds, violent blows, suffer dislocated shoulders and fingers, and still keep on fighting. It takes significant injuries to truly make him incapable of returning whatever damage is sent his way.
Handheld Weapon Mastery: Jack can pick up and use pretty much can weapon he can get his calloused mitts on. It doesn't matter if it's a modern shotgun or a futuristic laser-sight guided railgun sniper rifle. He seems to have instant mastery and understanding of anything he picks up and uses. Making him very adaptable and incredibly dangerous.
Hand to Hand Combat Experience: While Jack can't exactly throw sonic blasts or punch through steel beams, his bare bones boxing technique is effective in his own right. Wailing on foes, whittling down their defenses, and striking underhanded blows to throw them for a loop.
Investigation Technique: Years of police training and experience have left Jack with a strong nose for detective work. Finding clues, interrogating people for information, or simply trouble shooting possible turns of events is easier for him because of it.
Weaknesses
*Nobody Special: Jack may be tough and capable of some neat tricks, but he's still human and currently lacks any particularly special or magical abilities. Putting him at a tremendous disadvantage against enemies resistant to good old physical attacks.
*Buttons Pushed: Once level headed, Jack has become increasingly emotionally erratic since the death of his father. Insults, probes, and offences weather mental or verbal, aimed at disrupting his emotional integrity have an drastically increased chance of success.
*Long, Broken Arm of the law: Jack, despite being a police officer, is not one for following regulations or even the law itself. He's quick to break rules when they see to get in the way, making him the worst person when dealing with strict authorities or lawful powers.

Achievements
None at this time.