UN COLLAB ENTRE WADE WILSON ET 


Lieu: Dumas Mines
Interagir avec: The Twins, Strange Voice In His Head Jackson regarda autour de lui, confus. Qu'est-ce que cette voix lui parlait? Il a vu les Githkins travailler actuellement pour réparer la fuite de gaz, mais il était impossible de le dire avec ces visages sans bouche. Secouant la tête, il a essayé de se rassurer que tout allait bien - il travaillait pour Galatec, la vie était géniale! Avec une perkiness fraîchement récupérée, il a sauté de la perceuse, se dirigeant à nouveau vers les jumeaux. Hé, tu as besoin d'aide?
Les jumeaux regardèrent Jackson pendant qu'il parlait, bien que Shawnee s'attardât un peu plus longtemps pendant que Sarah retournait immédiatement à son travail. J'apprécie, mais je pense qu'on s'en est occupé, a dit Shawnee d'une voix enroulée. Les deux avaient communiqué entre eux toute la journée et ont dû crier sur les moteurs du foreur Jackson. C'était naturel qu'ils soient un peu enroués.
Jackson, écoute-moi, il y avait encore cette voix.
Jackson se sentait coupable qu'il était celui qui avait fait les filles enroulées - ou, du moins, la machine qu'il distribuait - mais souriait néanmoins à eux. Très bien. Amusez-vous! » Son œil secoua et sa voix trembla légèrement tandis que sa pression pour ignorer la voix continua, mais réussit à revenir à la perceuse sans devenir fou. « Va-t'en, tu n'es pas réel! » pensa-t-il, frustré. Il s'appuya contre la machine qu'on lui avait assignée, s'emparant de sa bouteille d'eau et en prenant une grosse gorgée, s'accrochant au plastique avec les mains tremblantes.
L'équipe de nettoyage a fini dès que Jackson avait pris une grosse perruque de son eau. Le chef de l'équipage, un grand homme noir imposant, se tourna vers Jackson et parla dans un baryton profond. C'est fini ici, fiston. Content que tu ne t'es pas soufflé au royaume. C'était très proche. Une grande poche de gaz, je vous le dis. Nous allons mettre ceci à une bonne utilisation des maisons de chauffage.
L'homme tape sa machine d'aspiration en parlant, un grand dispositif qui ressemblait à une croix entre un aspirateur et un collisionneur de hadron. C'est là que Githkin a parlé. Travail!
Oh, pas de délire. Plus tard, l'équipe de nettoyage a décollé.
Le garçon avait été très intrigué pendant que l'homme parlait, et lui dire adieu une fois que le Githkin était assez gentil pour leur rappeler ce qu'ils faisaient. Il a remonté sur la perceuse, se remettre au travail et penser des pensées heureuses, en espérant qu'il garderait cette voix à portée de main. Non, il ne pouvait même pas y penser. Il travaillait avec Galatec et a dû utiliser la perceuse! Oui, c'était génial. Pas de voix, pas de mal, juste un grand jour. Son esprit a vite réfléchi à la façon dont la voix de Shawnee était enroulée, et son sourcil s'est sillonné, mais il savait qu'il devait continuer à travailler. Après tout, qui ne pouvait pas aimer travailler pour des gens aussi grands comme Galatec?
Name:
Jackson Trent
Nickname/Alias:
Jack, sex on a stick (imo).
Race:
Human
Age:
25
Ethnicity:
Canadian, though no one would know what that means.
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
 . |height. 6’0” |weight. 176 lbs |hair. brown |eyes. green
Though not the most efficient worker in his mine, Jackson is definitely the strongest and most agile. Having to swing a heavy pickaxe all day, coupled with his daily training in his self-made basement, has made him able to lift the heavy tools of a miner with great finesse. This also helps when wielding his greatsword, as he can go for more swift and fluid movements, rather than just be lugging dead weight around. What most people first notice about Jackson, however, is the tired, weary look in his eyes - one of a man burdened by fear and doubt, yet with no reason or understanding of why. There is also another look in his eyes, however, and it is that of a kind, considerate soul, who tries his hardest to support and protect those he holds close to him, even though he may not always show it. It is this kindness, the spark of gold in his eyes, that people are attracted to, and it makes for a good, solid understanding that despite his mood swings, and tendency to say things how they are, Jackson will forever be true to those he cares about.
Clothing:
Since he’s had to blend in with the other workers in the mine until he finally found his destiny, Jackson hasn’t really adopted much of a clothing style. He can often be seen in plain, un-logoed shirts, ranging from black to white, with 50 (8, actually) Shades of Grey inbetween, paired with plain old denim jeans, and heavy-duty combat boots. All of his clothing is kept in good condition, though, and he’s (fortunately) able to wash them regularly.


Personality:
Jackson, despite seeming like an optimist, is a down-to-Earth realist. He doesn’t particularly like being too pessimistic, though not so optimistic that he gets people’s hopes up, with the possibility of letting them down. He often surveys the situation in a calm manner, providing his peers with a strategic, thought-out approach. Also, despite being rather strong for someone of his type, he completely hates the idea of someone being classed as the weakest link. Therefore, Jackson includes every single person with him in his approaches to a situation, and exercises all of each person’s skills.
Being a man who was once shackled within Galatec’s ideology and idealistic ways has had a toll on Jackson, especially with the painful thought that it might happen again. To believe he was once of enough idiocy to believe that this new dictatorship was all fine, and that Galatec could kiss all of his booboos better is both frightening and sickening to him, and he has tried his hardest to prove to people - despite the fact barely anybody doubts him - that it wasn’t him, and it was just Galatec dragging him along like a dog on a leash. This can sometimes bleed into his handling of situations, causing all his beforehand calm and realistic approach to go down the drain, and sometimes becoming so severe he spirals into a blind rage. Even now and again he has sudden mood swings, be it the same compelling rage, or Galatec’s lighting taking a toll on him. However, he manages to beat all the odds and continue, no matter what obstacles he faces. He also never lets this affect his view on people - everyone is equal, and there will never be a need for labelling one by their skills or limits, simply by good or evil motives.
Likes:
The Power Rangers
 White noise - his radio was broken for a few weeks, but he eventually started listening to the static coming from it, and it seemed to calm him, like the waves of the sea.
 The silent moments that come and go from time to time, where the world seems to slow, and just for one moment, be it a fraction of a second or an entire minute, one can finally find peace where they thought all was lost.
 Pushing and breaking his limits, and discovering that he can do what he thought impossible before.
 Protecting people
 The greater good
Dislikes:
 Galatec
 His job
 Being unable to drink publicly without the risk of coming under Galatec’s control
 His parents being under Galatec’s influence
Fears:
 Slipping back under Galatec’s control
 Not being able to find the Power Rangers
 Being unable to save New Earth, especially his parents
 Galatec defeating the Power Rangers
 Failing the Rangers, if he ever finds them
 Dying on the job
Quirks:
He has a particular, “friendship”, with his tomahawk. Turns out when it’s just you and an old weapon against the world, you start talking to it. It’s not like it talks back to him, so it should be fine, right?


History:
Freedom.
That’s what Jackson was born into. A life before Galatec. One where his mother and father cared about him and actually loved him. Of course, he didn’t know that. His life was just mining rocks, searching for god knows what. Day in, day out, the sound of pickaxes clanging at stone was the norm now. He’d found a few keepsakes down there, one of which looked like a small axe, but never really knew what they were for. Why did people need weapons and all these strange items when they had Galatec? That was the thought planted in his mind, the one he was forced to think constantly.
Until the Power Rangers.
At first, Jackson was like everyone else - he saw them as nothing more than troublemakers, terrorising the city. But the more and more they expressed their motives and attempted to bring hope to New Earth, the more and more the glimmer of hope that was still embedded in his mind shined through. It got bigger and bigger every day, and he remembered more and more about this once alienated concept - freedom. What was once something he had no clue of was now the very thing he was grasping for, the only thing that mattered for him. His mind was no longer fixated on work, and he was determined to follow suit of the very people that set him free from this faux happiness that was hiding the true world away from everyone.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be that easy. With no way of actually contacting the Power Rangers, and no safe or guaranteed way that he’d be able to help them, he had to just wait it out. Though, that was harder than first thought. The great pressure hailing down from his parents to get a job with Galatec’s higher-ups, and the growing paranoia that one slip up would eventually lead to him getting caught. Despite this, however, he had to gulp it all down and train, as well as going to his regular job in the mines to remain under the radar and reduce suspicion. Eventually he’d managed to utilise his mining skills to create a makeshift training ground under the house, and then had the difficult job of keeping it a secret from his parents. Luckily for him, they were all “work work work, Galatec is the greatest, work work work”.
That seemed to be it for a while, with Jackson training his tomahawk skills and keeping a low profile in the mines, until one day, his life was changed. It was another day of digging at rocks nonchalantly, pitying all the children slaving away, with their labour unbeknownst to them, when he spotted something shimmering on the floor. He quickly pocketed it, and after taking it home and rubbing it clean of all the dirt and grime, he realised what it was - the Prism Morpher. With that, he packed what few things Galatec allowed him to keep from his past, and set off on a journey to find the Power Rangers, and free New Earth...
Talents:
 Extremely skilled with a tomahawk
 Animalistic instincts & reflexes
 Can see multiple approaches to a problem
 Agile on his feet
 A linear understanding of science
 Apparently quite the singer
Hindrances:
 His perpetual mood swings
 He always sees the good in people
 Can sometimes be quick to judge
 Not exactly the one to sugar coat things
 His hate for labelling people as the “runt” or “weakest link/member” can sometimes lead to him overestimating people
Powers:
None. Zero. Nil.
Equipment:
 An old mining torch
 A tomahawk that he found whilst mining one day
 10 shirts
 4 pairs of jeans
 A pair of combat boots
 A pair of old sneakers
 An old scarf
 A hiking backpack (that holds all his stuff)
 7 bottles of water
 A sleeping bag
 9 MRE kits


Quotes:
“Cross your fingers.”
Aspiration:
To understand his place, and free everyone from the shackles they’ve been unknowingly clamped into.