Name:Jack Morrison Race/Gender:Human/Male Class/Subclass:Hunter/All subclasses Description:A face with strong features and little wrinkles. Battle-worn, blue eyes. A large scar across his face, splitting the end of his lip. White short hair. A average muscular build. Stands at 6'3. Bio:[b]Entry Log: #01 [/b] [u]Date: 4/19/35[/u] [i]My name is Jack Morrison, people used to call me a hero. I lead Fireteam November at the battle of Twilight Gap. Those were the good old days, they didn't last. Protest started to break out, they said that we were the problem. They called for my head on a spike, they almost got their wish. It was a conspiracy, the group of fireteams got hit from the inside. Our bases collapsed into ruin. They thought I died, part of me did. So now I strike from the shadows, finding and tracking any conspirators and making them squeal. People call me a lunatic, a vigilante. Call me what you want, truth is, I'm just a soldier. [/i] Weapons: Primary: Thorn, Touch of Malice, Eyasluna, and The Strangers Rifle (Legendary). Special:Chaperone, Patience and Time, Black Hammer. Heavy:Raze-Lighter, Dark-Drinker, Bolt-Caster, Barons Ambition, and The Last Rebellion. Armor:Full Neuroghast set with Sealed Ahamkara Grasps. Class Item:A rather large, black, and ragged cloak. It's big enough to wrap around his entire body and be used as a coat.