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

Alors que Jack a été soulagée de ses billets valait vraiment quelque chose, il était toujours reconnaissant qu'il n'ait pas à payer pour quoi que ce soit. Placer une commande la serveuse buxom revient bientôt avec une grande bouteille de whisky foncé, un verre glacé, un sandwich B.L.T gras, et un bol rond en céramique avec plusieurs morceaux de bœuf frais en elle encore humide avec du sang bovin.
Marcher jusqu'à la table Taric avait choisi Jack de mettre sa nourriture et de boire vers le bas avant de déposer le bol de bœuf sur le sol à côté de sa chaise. Dans les secondes il a fallu Jack pour s'asseoir lui-même Shadow avait traversé la pièce et se jetait comme le bol. Avec des dents grincantes et des jowls giflant fort ensemble, le chien hulking a commencé à dévorer la chair crue avec un degré inébranlable de satisfaction.
J'ai pensé la même chose pour être honnête. Quoi que ce virus soit, il semble que le seul remède pour il est les poings, l'acier, et le plomb, étant donné les gens qui ont été amenés ici pour le combattre. Ça ou les lettres ont vraiment été envoyées aux mauvaises personnes...
Le haut de la bouteille de whisky avec son doigt Jack s'est versé un verre de whisky et l'a élevé sur ses lèvres. Boire profondément, il a égoutté le verre en quelques secondes, frappant le fond du verre contre la table en bois dur avec une bouche satisfaisante.
Le Protecteur, hein? Au moins, tu as un patron qui te donne une direction. Je me contenterais d'ordres cryptiques sur les cris que le chef de la station me donne pour avoir fait quelque chose. Opposé à rester assis autour avec mon pouce dans mon trou du cul comme les règlements ont tendance à exiger.
Jack a versé un autre verre et l'a relevé dans une sorte de toast à un côté.
Eh bien, j'ai hâte de me battre à vos côtés aussi. Il sera agréable d'avoir une vraie sauvegarde pour un changement en dehors de Shadow.
Le flic grizzli était prêt à descendre un autre verre de whisky quand...
Attends, c'était une prostituée?
Petit haut révélateur.

Le midriff et le nombril exposés. 

Un pantalon à sac qui a encore montré sa silhouette.

Jack a finalement pris connaissance du nouveau venu au bar et la première chose qui est venue à l'esprit était les prostituées de Grant City. Il s'est immédiatement pris et a secoué la pensée de jugement de son esprit.
Les choses sont différentes ici, Jack, il pensait à lui-même en regardant Shantae. Outre qu'elle est en fait très belle tandis que les prostituées de la lumière rouge de Grant City...aren't."
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.