#crep.intro

[deatheld-blog]

𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 "𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺" 𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙻 has been spotted alive ! they must have come a long way from 𝙱𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽, 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚂. they’ve been with the group for 𝟷𝟶 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚂, taking up the role as a 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁. the others have described them to be quite 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴, 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃, and 𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳. if you take a look in their bag, you may find 𝙰 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂, 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴, and 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝚄𝙲𝙺.

𝙾𝙾𝙲. hello all! my name’s frankie, and i’m happy to be here! beneath the cut you’ll find an admittedly long bout of information about my boy. forgive me for any typos; it’s currently 1:30am as i write this! there are also some stats and connection ideas. if you want to plot, give this a like, or shoot me a message!

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴. john “jack” adell. 𝙰𝙶𝙴. thirty-nine. 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽. boston, massachusetts. 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁. cismale. 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. bisexual. 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. former enforcer for the ( fictional ) seattle expansion nhl team / current leader of the group. 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃. choleric. 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂. practical, focused, efficient, problem-solver, a skilled delegator, inflexible, gruff, demanding of loyalty, uncomfortable around emotion.

trigger warnings for mentions of alcoholism, implied abuse, and death.

𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴. before the apocalypse set in, john “jack” adell grew up in boston. he did alright in school academically, but his real love rested in the one thing that let him soothe his admittedly short temper: hockey. the minute that he got old enough to start fights, he began dropping the gloves. no opponent was too small, too big: if they got in his way, or fucked with one of the players on his team, it was almost a guarantee he’d poke and prod at confrontation. this ferocity carried him all the way to the pro league, and he settled into the role of an enforcer and grinder. his focus was less scoring goals and moreso establishing and increasing team morale in the face of adversity.

his short temper stemmed from a difficult home life, with an alcoholic mother separating from her family and taking his sister with her --- years later, jack would come to find that she had disappeared shortly thereafter, and his sister died from illness. jack’s father was a good man who worked hard his entire life, and it filled jack with pride when he paid off his dad’s mortgage with whatever small wealth he was able to sequester away. he took plenty of hits, whether it be to the head, the shoulder, the stomach, but that didn’t eliminate the fact jack was good at strategy. while making plays wasn’t his strong-suit, he knew how to put his head down and focus. where was an opponent’s weakness? what would goad them into striking first? who liked to showboat, and who threw the fastest punches? he did everything it took to secure his place in this newfound family: during games he was a beast. off the ice he became something of a mediator if the problem didn’t involve him. his door stayed unlocked during road trips if someone needed to talk about something, get a weight off their chest. he made sure guys who drank too much got home safe. a caretaker wasn’t a role jack would have ever seen for himself as a kid, but he found that it eventually made sense.

he became an assistant captain eventually once he focused less on fighting and more on racking up points, as recognition of his dedication and character. jack wasn’t an overly emotional man then, and he surely isn’t now, but he has good enough intentions and is willing to give trust so long that it isn’t used against him. burn him once and most people will find they’ll regret it; there’s truth in the warning not to bite the hand that feeds. his truly prized possessions -- the broken compass and old hockey puck -- are from his father and the first game he ever won during a professional game. he was heading back to boston to see his father when the world ended and the apocalypse broke out. once he realized he was well and truly stranded, his focus became on surviving, and eventually founded his own group of survivors he trusted.

𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁. jack’s ascension to leadership was rocky to say the very least. he’d survived for a while on his own, drifting between newly-formed groups of the living and dead. after a while he said “fuck it” more or less and started his own with two roadsters who had the same morals he did even in the apocalypse; they started off with three and gained plenty more. jack ended up becoming something of a natural leader in the same way he had with his team. he’d seen plenty and been just as scarred by the horrors the world tossed his way. it was only a month in that he truly started to warm up to the concept of being put in this position. two months in he had proved himself time and time again to be someone worth trusting; he settled easily into the role of both an enforcer and comforter. he was a man of few words but a good shoulder to cry on if necessary.

he also had a wide range of skills and wasn’t afraid to learn; sure, he could put anyone who tried to start a fight down with a couple of words, but he fired a decent enough shot after life-or-death-necessitated practice. killing someone isn’t easy, but if he puts it in the range of an ice-ring, just him and a thousand other undead opponents, it gets easier. he might not hold the best conversation, but he’s got an eye for planning ahead and is willing to listen if you’ve got something to say; his flaws are apparent, sure, but usually outweighed by his focus on survival and keeping as many people alive as he can. he’s terrified by how well he’s managed to make a place for himself in this new world, by the way violence has changed him, but it makes sense that there’s no other choice. there’s no way out of this besides ripping out throats in the same way there was no way to survive in the league without throwing heavy hits.

𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈. jack’s a former pro hockey player who focused less on scoring and more on winning fights. he’s a natural leader, if not quiet, and founded the group. over the course of two months he settled into this position fully, seeing that others looked to him for guidance. while he’s not personally good with emotion, he’s strategic, a decent sounding board, and willing to listen if someone has concerns. he doesn’t shy away from violence -- it’s usually his first reaction to something, although he’s more skilled in restraining that impulse now than he was in his youth. he doesn’t back down from a fight and will do anything to keep his newfound family alive, no matter what it takes from him.

𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝚁𝙾𝙰𝙳𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. these two would have been the first to join the small coalition it was when it first began. jack considers them to be his closest allies and trusts them as much as he did the first time he met them. they’re closer now than they’ve ever been and care about one another in equal measure -- although maybe they’re concerned by jack’s leaning towards brutality over negotiation on bad days. the details can definitely be worked out! 𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁. this character could be someone who’s been in the group about as long or longer than he has -- their small affair is very much touch and go, without many emotions mixed in, until suddenly there are, and jack doesn’t really know what to do with himself about it, and it’s awkward, and no one will talk about their feelings like fucking adults even though the world has ended and if there’s any time to grow up about this shit it’s now. 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙴. jack, frankly, would have little to no interest at first in re-kindling anything here. he bounced around a lot during his years as a hockey player making money, and never settled in the way lots of people expect those of his age to, but he’d always been alright with that; he spent two or three years with this character somewhere in his late twenties to early thirties, and it died off in an ugly way after he took a hit that led to an almost career-ending concussion. maybe they’re new to the group and it’s a shock to encounter them here of all places. maybe they’ve been around since the start and are dancing around one another! 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳. what it says on the tin. they get along well enough, and whenever jack’s being an insufferable asshole, they pat him on the back and tell him to sit the fuck down. 𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙴. admittedly inspired by this gifset! i just want a relationship with a younger character that’s almost sibling-like in a way; jack has a lot to say and a lot of knowledge to pass on. 𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚁. jack’s a good leader, but he’s still got a lot to learn. whether it be medicinal skills or hunting or trapping or scouting, whatever this could possibly be, he’s open to listening and learning from someone who feels he might need to know more. 𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝙻. they’ve duked it out before. they don’t like jack’s way of dealing with things in comparison to the other leader of the group. maybe a punch or two have been thrown in truly tense moments. they just flat out don’t get along, and there’s not a ton to do about it -- and jack likely hasn’t really tried, either. it’s ugly. maybe their differences will bond them together after a while, or maybe it’ll all come to a head.

#!!! #dragging myself outta bed to post this like AAA #crep.intro