Jack Hatchett

➤ BACKGROUND (child / teen)
Jack was born into the Blackwell family alongside brothers who tortured him throughout his life. One day, he suffered a traumatic event that rendered him mute, and if weren't for the interference of his mother, a skilled healer, something much worse would've transpired. Feeling isolated, he turned to alchemy as an escape and spent most of his early years alone.➤ BACKGROUND (young adult)
Jack grew as a budding alchemist, and as he did so, he also gained an interest in the bloodlust that held creatures such as him under spell. Once he was old enough, he immediately left his home for the small town of Rowanwick where he met his best friend, Samantha Sykes, and became the apprentice of an old man whose shop he inherited after his mentor passed.➤ BACKGROUND (middle-aged)
Jack eventually struck an alliance with some like-minded scientists and professors in the neighboring city of Los Lunares. Together, they created a bloodlust suppressant through trial and error with human blood and other ingredients, but not everyone was content. One of his coworkers committed arson to destroy the research, and he took the fall for everything.➤ BACKGROUND (recent times)
Jack resorted to horrendous means to offer cryptids an alternative to killing and maximize the death ratio. Still at large, he and his syndicate abducted the unwary by night to be brought to Underhive and harvested for parts. Between managing the business and seeking a more permanent solution, he just discovered that Samantha, now an investigator, is on his trail.

➤ SAMPLE POST UNOGlittering stones and other bioluminescence twinkled overhead. Stagnant waters teased the dry, withered foliage, and the only winds that tickled the senses were ones that passed through natural vents high above. Needless to say, such little life existed so far below, and what managed to survive only did so by the skin of its teeth.The clicking of talons against cobblestone echoed down the increasingly empty market. Wires and rope crisscrossed from the roofs in a spider's web from which paper lanterns and clothes hung, while the sandstone buildings themselves seemed to veer inwards, listening and ever-hungry, much like the denizens that inhabited the endless deep.Jack shuffled his way along, the tips of his faded teal tunic just barely swishing against the ground, torn and frayed at the edges from use and dappled with dark stains. One hand held the other, both tucked neatly against his chest. A face scarf wrapped comfortably just above his nose, while a hat concealed all but two bright green eyes that almost seemed to reflect light from under the shadow of its brim.A slim window had to be made, one that ranged somewhere between when he woke up and when the rest of the bazaar decided to close their businesses - and for sleep medicine, ironically enough. What happened when one smashed a round nocturnal predator into the square-shaped hole that was a daily desk job? A helluva messed-up circadian rhythm. Jack barely slept. The resulting migraines were unbearable, and he needed the strong stuff.The alchemist's clicking and shuffling came to an end outside of an apothecary, Uncommon Taste. A gloved hand reached out, wrapping around the handle, and as soon as he cracked open the door, he smelled it.Blood. He smelled blood.While the thought of his doctor was worrisome in of itself, more intense happened to be the indication that he may not have been alone. A puff of green fire whisked between three rows of fangs, briefly illuminating leonine features in the darkness. A warning? An invitation? Maybe a little bit of both.