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

Cesser son regard sur le demi-génie mal habillé Jack a renversé son verre de whisky en reconnaissance de la participation de Taric à son toast hâtif. C'était tentant pour le flic d'expliquer ou de déconner que beaucoup de choses à Grant City n'étaient pas les plus bien pensées. Si ce n'était pas le règlement de police, alors c'était le comportement des gangs et si ce n'était pas les gangs, c'était la disposition du métro, ou le trafic, ou un autre dieu abandonné aspect de l'urbain qui l'a fait et tout le monde se demande pourquoi ils ont supporté le cauchemar d'une ville.
Au lieu de cela, Jack a simplement rempli son verre avec une autre aide de whisky et a ramassé son sandwich BLT pour obtenir quelque chose d'autre que de l'alcool dur dans son estomac.
"Hé, je suis bon à distance ou à proximité, Taric. Je pense que j'ai utilisé mes poings plus que j'ai des armes pour être honnête. Mais si vous pouvez m'empêcher d'avoir à prendre plus de coups au visage ou à l'aine, alors je l'ai déjà, alors j'apprécierais." Dans le sandwich épais et presque gonflé de viande et de légumes Jack a commencé à mâcher sa nourriture tout comme Shantae et Steve l'ont appelé son attention. Prendre un moment pour avaler le flic s'est secoué la tête et Shadow a tourné la tête en arrière pour regarder la demi-génie, la fourrure blanche autour de sa bouche tachée rouge de la viande sanglante qu'il avait gorgée.
"Je suis Jack Slate, et je ne peux pas dire que j'ai jamais rencontré quelqu'un nommé Bottes avant beaucoup moins quelqu'un qui correspond à cette description." Jack a tout simplement donné un peu de ses épaules et a levé son sandwich pour revenir à son repas quand Taric s'est tourné vers lui.
"Eh bien, ce n'est pas comme si je suis un VIP ou quoi que ce soit. Enfer je suis arrivé au château tard et soûl, et d'après ce que j'ai compris a fini par manquer la première mission liée au virus. Donc je doute que quelqu'un nous rende service si je vous y conduis tous, mais je ne dirai pas non. Laisse-moi finir à manger et je t'emmène là-haut. Ne faites rien de fou, j'ai entendu dire qu'ils faisaient des funérailles."
Jack grimaçait légèrement à l'idée de retourner au château. S'ils avaient de la chance, les funérailles étaient déjà finies. Même si juste être là lui rappellerait probablement les funérailles de son père et tout ce qui lui était arrivé...
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.