User Profile

Given Name: Jack Taylor
Nicknames: "Doc".
Alias/Code Name: Jericho
Gang Affiliation: N/A
Former Occupation: Army combat medic.
Current Occupation: Doctor or other position in the medical field.
Education: Graduated high school, went into the army and recieved training to be a medic.


{Physical Information}
Age/Birthdate: November 30th / 40
Height: 5'11"
Hair: Dark brown, messy as hell.
Eyes: Blue. Dark blue.
Identifiable Markings: Scar completely encircling the shoulder joint on the left arm--looks like someone ripped his arm off and glued it back on messily. It's not a pretty scar at all. Smaller ones nearly cover the arm itself, like pieces were taken out of it and put back in.

His only other identifiable marking? Wings. Jack is a winged man. Dusty gray and huge.
Played By: Clive Owen


{Powers and Abilities}
Special Powers: Even though he has wings, Jack can't fly. They aren't large enough in proportion to his body size to enable flight, even if they are gigantic. His only real power is the ability to bless things--he's an angel, technically. It doesn't affect much, except for the usual demonic critters and other such unholy entities. Vampires would hate the stuff he blesses.

Mental Health: Sane.
Skills: He's a doctor.
Extras: All Jack has of worth is his lighter. And a jeep he can no longer drive due to the fifty-some-odd pounds of feathers attached to his back.


{Background}
History: Born and raised in Carlsbad, New Mexico, Jack came from a family of cattle-ranchers whose income was barely enough to break even. He enlisted in the military to pursue a medical degree. He never had a personal stake in war or fighting, just a financial one. Which was good, as his skill with firearms is less than noteworthy. He recieved the nickname "Jericho" due to his dedication to his patients on the field, and despite his protests, the name stuck. Aside from that, Jack's career was far from extraordinary. He was an accomplished combat medic, but that only got a person so far.

On leave one day, he returned home to discover his wife had left him. She'd heard Jack had killed a man in the line of duty, and claimed it broke the promise he'd made to her when he'd enlisted--as combat medics are only to discharge their weapons in defense of themselves, or their patients, they are not to directly engage the enemy. Jack returned to the front lines a broken man.

He ended up KIA, his arm shredded off from heavy artillery, and he bled out before anyone could find him, or the patient he was treating with the shell hit. The patient survived. Jack did not. For his sacrifice, he was made an angel, and enjoyed his "life" in Heaven, until one day, for no apparent reason, he woke up from paradise, naked in the middle of a corn field. Still winged, in possession of both arms, but very much alive again.

Jack doesn't know why he ended up where he is. If he bothered to find out, he'd learn it'd have something to do with being dead for 70+ years, and then ending up wandering naked in a cornfield, apparently alive and well. Problem is, Jack just doesn't care enough to dig for answers.

Personality: Upbeat. Jack isn’t the sort of person to sit around and brood. He prefers to take care of his problems, rather than just dwell on them—Hamlet, he is not. Fairly relaxed as well, takes a major upheaval to “ruffle his feathers”.

However, he is known for his quick switches between modes—between DOCTOR and Just Jack. While working on patients in serious conditions he is known to become more demanding, and snappish. He’s friendly to a point—talkative and open without revealing everything about himself or asking too many personal questions. As in, he will start a conversation with a patient about everything and nothing at the same time, making them feel at ease without actually getting to know them.

He was known as a lady's man in his teens, and his flirtatious habits continue to foster that reputation. He does have a brutally realistic streak, that manifests itself usually only while drunk.

Likes: good cigarettes, bad gin, dogs, bacon double cheeseburgers, women, pickup trucks.
Dislikes: fantatics, firearms, fancy alcohol, his wings,


{Other Info:} Jack is a chain smoker. And has a bit of a cowboy/southern accent to him.


{Optional Information} (Not needed for the bio, but if you want to fill out this part, or just some of them, to give more info on your character and to put in your profile, go ahead! Can be updated/changed at any time.)

Goals/Dreams:
Talents or Hobbies: Jack is an unusually good dancer.
Style of Dress: Casual. Denim, but no shirt, thanks to the wings. He goes with cheap and casual. Though he's usually found with a long coat, duster-length, dark brown. It's slit up the back to settle over the wings. He also wears blank dog tags.
Family: Deceased.
Friends: A few, no canon.
Enemies: None.
Religion: Christian, no denomenation specified.
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Soundtrack: "Santa Monica", Theory of a Dead Man
Sexual Orientation: Straight as an arrow glued to a ruler with a level in Sarah Palin's toolbox.
Relationship Status: Divorced.
Past Relationships: His ex-wife.

Friends (29):

Friend of (63):