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[Jacob Cross]

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Justice is not wholly good nor wholly evil. It acts when it must, swiftly and without prejudice. There are rules that must be upheld : Rules of honor, rules of chivalry, and rules of the world. Break these, and face my blade.
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» NAME • Jacob Cross

» ALIAS • Justice

» AGE • 40

» GENDER • Male

» SEXUALITY • Heterosexual


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» HAIR • Medium length and expertly style, falling softly to the right of his eye. Though it is pitch black, it is interspersed with hairs of premature grey.

» EYES • His one remaining eye is cold and serious, the eyes of a man who has seen too much. They are dark brown, so dark they look almost black.

» HEIGHT • 6’4

» WEIGHT • 210 lbs.

» OTHER • The most prominent feature is his missing eye. Though concealed underneath an eye patch, the disfiguring was obvious; the pitted, scarred flesh around the base of his eye, the rips across his forehead … it’s all evidence of some horrifying tragedy in which he lost his eye. Also noticeable, should one know him better, is a tattoo of a double cross on the back of his right hand.



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» POSITIVE

✧ Loyal – His loyalty to the town of Alimara and it’s inhabitants. His loyalty will never waver, actively throwing his life on the line daily for access to Dream Dust.

✧ Honest – He sees no point in lying, as it will only lead to heartache and trouble. He will tell the truth, no matter the situation, no matter to whom. If they ask Jake a question, they better damn well be prepared for an answer.

✧ Chivalric – He upholds a sense of Chivalry that is rare in these times. A code of honor, conduct, and a means of acting by which all men should act. Those that don’t are considered inferior beings.

✧ Serious – He is a very serious individual. That’s not to say that he lacks a sense of humor: he simply has no desire to express it. He will laugh once Alimara is freed from the grip of the Dream World. Until then, there is no sense in trying to entertain him.

✧ Calm – He is calm even in the scariest circumstances, be it Hell or high water. At a young age, he has seen much, having lost his eye to the beasts of the Dream World … along with something much more devastating. He has seen much, more than the average adventurer.

» NEGATIVE

✦ Direct - Jacob Cross is brutally direct, preferring to tackle problems head-on than go through any conventional route, be it an enemy, a confrontation with an ally or enemy, or the signing of a contract. That' not to say he has no strategic ability: he simply prefers to do things in the fastest and most direct way possible.

✦ Brutal - When faced with a Nightmare or one he deems does not deserve to live, he is scarily brutal, never withholding the killing blow.

✦ Unforgiving - Jake knows how to hold a grudge: this much is certain. There are occasions where, after years, he enacted his revenge for an act the other person forgot. This is why he will never forgive Nightmares, after what they did to him.

✦ Stubborn - He is stubborn, never deviating from his path - save for few exceptions, though these are few and far between - once he has made up his mind. He will do anything necessary to complete his goal, save for outright murder.

✦ Distant - Jake is ... distant, from the rest of society. He doesn't communicate well with others, even those of his same age. He doesn't understand the necessity of some people to talk, laugh, and just overall necessitate interacting. There is no need: he is constantly astounded at the general populaces inability to just sit and marvel at silence.

» LIKES

✓ Ice Cream - This is the best, most amazing marvel the modern world has produced. Creamy, delicious, yet cold. You can top it with anything! It comes in so many different flavors, all of them delicious (except Pistachio. Ew.)

✓ Alamira - His town, and his first love. He loves everything about it: the parks, The Base, the Contract Cafe ... even the occasional Nightmare attacks. It is the most wonderful (and the only 'real') place in the entire world. He would give his life to defend it.

✓ Wolves - These creatures are amazing. Beautiful, graceful, and powerful, much like Jake himself. He finds in the lone wolf a kindred spirit.

✓ Legends - Particularly those about the first Dreamwalkers. These have always fascinated him and, despite what he insists, he wishes to inscribe his name in the history books along side these legends.

✓ The Base - They have the right idea, destroying Nightmares and training those with powers. However, they are far too lenient and far too slow, so Jake does not affiliate himself with them. However, he does respect them.

» DISLIKES

✕ Nightmares - These beasts don't deserve mercy nor life. They are mere constructs, the demented fantasies of a rapists twisted dream. They will be struck down with extreme prejudice.

✕ The Dream World - This is the source of Alamira's troubles. That which forces it's people to venture out or die. Though the Dream Dust is useful, the casualties suffered for it's convenience are high. Jake will be the one to deliver them from this nightmare.

✕ Murder - Cold-blooded murder is not tolerated, under
any circumstances. Nightmares are not natural creatures, but human's are. By striking down a criminal, that puts you on their level.

✕ Jokester's - People who cannot take the world seriously do not deserve to be blessed with life. They are a danger to their allies, and, above all, a damned nuisance.

✕ Conceitedness - No person is perfect. Simply by believing you are makes you imperfect. Every person has many flaws, whether or not they can see it. By considering yourself perfect, you are too focused on yourself to be of any use to your allies.

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» LEVEL • One.

» TYPE • Offensive

» ITEMS

• Cross Family Shield - This is his families shield, hanging above the fireplace for countless generations. It is countless of years old, dating back to the days when the Dream World was first being explored. It is a kite shield, with the Cross family symbol on the front: a red cross. Of course. Do to his molecular tampering, it is as perfect as if it was just forged. It has a sharpened blade around the edge of the shield; as such, it is capable of being double as a capable melee weapon. He wears it high up on his shoulder, in such a place where it will protect against any attacks from the back, but also be able to easily be changed to be worn on the arm.

• Cross Family Blade - This is a blade of the finest workmanship, crafted with the finest steel and the most expensive jewels. The blade is perfectly straight, tapering to a very fine point. The hilt is inlaid with circlets of gold and silver, finely mixing into a beautiful masterpiece. The pommel is set with a diamond, and studded around the rim with gems of different colors. The sheath is similarly adorned, the top and bottom inlaid with gold and silver. It is a beautiful blade, and incredibly functional. Even without his powers, it is capable of slicing through wood with ease, and even lower metals i.e. iron. He wears it on his left side, strapped to his belt.

•Cross Family Armor - This is a full set of chainmail armor: Gloves, Helmet, Greaves,
Cuirass, and Leggings. It is beautifully crated mail. The helm is only worn in situations where danger is prevalent. Otherwise, he wears the rest of his armor - rather uncomfortably, I might add - underneath a red militaristic outfit. Even his gloves are covered by a pair of scarred red leather gloves. There is no way an enemy would know he is this heavily fortified, unless he is wearing the helm. Every piece of armor contains a large red cross, the herald of the Cross Family.

» POWER

• Hardening - Jacob has the potential to change both his sword and his shield into a diamond-hard substance, capable of cutting through most defenses and blocking most attacks. He does this by rearranging the molecules closer together, creating a highly dense object. However, this increases the weight of the object exponentially. He cannot, at his current level, extend this ability beyond his sword and his shield. This can be done without preparation: however, it does require conscious thought. It is not an instinctual ability. To turn it from a Softened state to a Hardened state takes a single post.

• Softening - He also has the ability to turn them into a gaseous form, with the ability to circumvent defenses. He does by separating the molecules in an object exponentially, while still maintaining a semi-solid shape. However, while decreasing the weight of the object, it also looses any ability to block. This can be done without preparation: however, it does require conscious thought. It is not an instinctual ability. To turn it from a Hardened state to a Softened state takes a single post.

• Rearrangement - He has the capability to rearrange the molecules in any weaponry, so as to make it battle effective. A poorly balanced sword can become a fine weapon of war. A faulty gun can become a long-ranged killing machine. A heavy shield can become a light one. The possibilities are endless.

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» FAMILY • Christina Cross - His mother. Killed by a nameless Nightmare.

Daniel Cross - His father. Killed by a nameless Nightmare.

Matthew Cross - His brother. Killed by a nameless Nightmare.

Nathanial Cross - His younger brother. Lost to the Dream World in search of revenge.

Rosalin Cross - His younger sister. Currently incarcerated in The Base.

Destiny Marie Cross - His wife. Killed by a nameless Nightmare.

Rosalin Marie Cross - His daughter. Lost to the Dream World.

Joseph Cross - His son. Lost to the Dream World.

» BIRTHDAY • 6/27

» HISTORY • These pages were found in Jacob Cross house upon inspection by The Base. The words contained herein are classified and will not be repeated to another soul.

"My history is full of tragedy. It is one unlike many other, merely for the tragedy involved. Though I have long since come to terms with my past, I feel it is important for future generations to know the exact danger's the Dream World can pose to even those of good heart. Remember this lesson: those involved were the best of Dreamwalker's, and even they succumbed to chance and misfortune."

I was born many years ago, in the town of Alimara, where I reside in to this day. I was born to Christina and Daniel Cross, two of the few elite Dreamwalker's in Alamira. They were almost worshipped. We come from a long line of Dreamwalker's, various collective pieces of armor and weaponry being collected through the years. We are an old family, dating back to the days when the Dream World was first being explored. Our motto is "Potentia Ad Protege." Power to Protect.

One of my earliest memories is my father telling this to me. "Jacob, those with power must not squander it. Power is delivered to be used, but not as a means to a personal gain, but rather to protect someone or something you wish to protect. For me, that is your mother, your siblings, and you. Remember this, son." He would put me to bed with those words, my mind swirling with pride for my father.

My father and mother were both powerful Dreamwalkers. My mother was a Navigator. She delved far enough in the Dream World to be considered an authority on the subject. My father was a fighter, like myself. He was incredibly skilled at sword combat, and shunned modern weaponry. It was he who taught me to fight. Every night, before dinner we'd spar, he teaching me the finer point of fencing, Kendo, and a macabre mix of various other abilities, so that I could better carry on the family name.

However, it was my elder brother that ventured into the Dream World first. His powers were ... astonishing, and amazing to look at. I doubt he even knew how amazing. When he came of age, he ventured out with mother and father to the Dream World. Though Mother and Father refused to speak of their forays into the Dream World, my elder brother brought back stories of the excitement he felt, the Nightmares he had slain. I listened with equal parts excitement and fear, for I knew that it would soon be my turn to take that first step into the Dream World.

Within a month, the news came. I was to grab my weapon - a small short sword which was none too sharp - and meet my family outside our family house. I did as they commanded, nervousness flickering in my heart. I knew that to step into the Dream World was to never go back. I would become who I was meant to become, have powers I would not comprehend. I remember I looked at the smiling face of my mother, the earnest face of my brother, the stern face of my father. I glanced at my house, saw the frightened faces of my younger siblings, my brother and my sister. With a steadying breath, I took my first step into the Dream World.

Immediately, everything changed. The air felt heavier, my lungs unable to cope with the change. I had gasped, giving my body the time to adjust. My vision seemed blurry, yet I clearly saw my mother looking at me with a worried expression. I straightened up, fighting to be strong for my family. My father threw one of his rare smiles my way, and we were off, my father - his trusty blade in his hand - at the head, my mother at his side. My brother and I followed, he slightly ahead of I. I remember drawing my sword and feeling it gain weight in my hand, though I took no notice of it at the time, so frightened was I.

All went well for a time, the occasional brave Nightmare attack quickly dealt with, my mother's feel for the room institutionally helping them. Before long, we had come further than even my parent's had gone before. I remember my parent's arguing, my mother brandishing her map angrily in my father's face. Perhaps that is why she did not feel the danger coming.

They came from the shadow's, dozens of them. My elder brother was the first to go. The Nightmares ... they overwhelmed him, ripping him to shreds before my very eyes. I remember, his blood drenched me. I remember thinking how warm it was, how sickly sweet it tasted, like milk that has gone bad. It seeped through my clothing, covering my skin with a layer with my brother's blood. I was ... I was stunned, my mind too over-ridden with horror to know what to do.

Thankfully, my parent's knew just what to do. With impressive reflexes, they started hacking at the nightmares. Father's blade sprung up with flame, the friction he controls causing a fire of immense proportions. Mother was throwing knives, nailing the beasts with pinpoint precision. For a brief second, I thought we had a chance. I was naive.

A great shadow rose from the room, a beast twice the size of a building and five times as long. With every beat of it's wings the ground blew away, every growl of it's teeth my bones shook in it's skin. It was a powerful beast. With a foul sweep of it's claws, my parents ... they were gone, leaving nothing behind but a bloodstained spot of dirt as the last remainder of the proud lives of my parents.

Somehow or another, I avoided the beasts gaze and managed to crawl under an overhand to avoid the monster. Alas, it was shared by a fiend, with claws of steel and fangs of ice. It attacked me, scarring my face and ripping out my eye. Only through dumb luck was I able to escape; as I bat at it, I had not realized my sword was still in my hand. It rent the creature open and it disappeared.

I wandered for days in that desolate wasteland, my body weak from hunger and thirst. Pain blurred my sense of reality; days were weeks to my addled mind. Only through the slimmest of chances was did I survive; a group of Navigators, having come across me, took pity on my emancipated body and guided me to town.

I spent months in recovery; I would never again regain my right eye. I refused a glass eye. A prosthetic is shameful. My younger brother and sister came to visit me every day. I was eager to go. They were my responsibility. Finally, after three months in IC, I was free to go home.

I dropped out of school to raise my younger brother and sister. My sister was a helpful, adorable little girl; my younger brother, on the other hand, was obsessed with revenge. He became violet and angry. I am afraid I made it worse.

Years passed, in which both I and my little siblings grew up. Rosalin grew into a beautiful young woman, and Nathaniel into a fine young man. Both had the Cross family good looks and charm ... but my brother had something else; hatred. Hatred of all nightmares and their ways. In his first foray into the Dream World, he discovered he had powers. And he was overjoyed.

Nathaniel, to the chagrin of both Rosalin and myself, went ever deeper into the Dream World, sometimes with group, other times alone. Though I warned him about his foolish behavior, he shook me off, insisting that I was being over-protective. I feared he would be lost to us. I was never more horrified to be right.

Nathaniel was wheeled into town on a stretcher ... or at least, what remained of him. I recognized the damage. He had encountered the same monster that killed our parents. My sister, upon seeing the bloody remains of her brother, snapped. Her already fragile mind broke, leaving behind a incoherent mess. They came for her the next day. I had just turned 22.

I spent years in self-imposed exile, training and honing my skills to the point of mastery. I vowed then to avenge my brothers and parents deaths, to avenge my sister's madness. For five years, I rarely ate, I rarely slept. I did nothing but train.

On the eve of my 27th birthday, a knock came upon the door. So unexpected was it that I jumped, the shield in my hand breaking a lamp I had purchased on one of my rare forays into town. Opening the door, I beheld a woman, majestic and beautiful beyond all thought. Like a true goddess, she wiped away my depression as easily as I may clean my sword. I was enthralled.

We married years later. I was happy, for a time. She was wonderful; beautiful, smart, and charming, the sum of everything I desire. Our time together was short, but it was sweet. If only it weren't for- the next few pages are illegible, as if scribbled out

As the eve of my 40th birthday approached, I decided to hone the powers I had gained upon the death of my wife. So it was that I decided to avenge the death of my children, my wife, my brothers and parents by killing every Nightmare I come across. Only then shall true justice be served. Until then, this town I shall dedicate my life to, just as it has dedicated it's life to me.



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» SECRETS • The ripped out pages of the diary will be occasionally found and added to as they are found in the Dream World and the Real World.

» FACE-CLAIM
[i]Daitei Koku[/i], [b]Juzan Zhuckov[/b] as [u]Jacob Cross[/u]

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» NAME • Jake

» AGE • 18

» GENDER • Male

» EXPERIENCE • 7 Years

» LOCATION •Mars. I’m driving the Curiosity Rover. I live in Cali. Hot, hot Cali. *sigh* So, Pacific Time.

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