<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/bopperstopper/e4c2b2b2-adaf-416a-8ae7-7d480d79fe17_zpssblmufn3.jpg)<br/>(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/bopperstopper/655d3af1-8cfa-4bfc-8054-153d550188af_zpsll1twiv0.jpg)(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/bopperstopper/a5e99dbc-a426-43cc-b638-d196cc7634ed_zpsg8rqik8f.jpg)(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/bopperstopper/7880698a-9b3a-453e-8b82-fa36c7eff65f_zpsvvcgd3tm.jpg)(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/bopperstopper/156d41d9-0c92-46b0-a9ac-f70f990f3089_zpsc9viqkdf.jpg)</div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Evolved Character Sheet</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong> Jack Able<br/><strong>Codename:</strong> Loki<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong> British. He speaks in an American accent as part of his alias, but slips up sometimes.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br/><br/><strong>Class:</strong> - 4<br/><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Self-proclaimed leader of a duo of master thieves, which he (alone) calls 'The Invisibles'.<br/><strong>Education:</strong> University Dropout<br/><strong>Wealth Level:</strong> High<br/><strong>Languages Known:</strong> English, Spanish, and some Japanese.<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> Twenty-seven<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 6'1"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong> 175 lbs<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Brown<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Brown<br/><strong>Face Claim:</strong> Unknown<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong> <br/>Jack is tall, lean, and firm. It is thanks to his work and his metabolism that he remains so physically fit, as he is not a healthy eater by any means. He is agile and quick, and has practiced free running for those moments when running is the only option. He is not the best fighter around, but is very good at dodging and countering hits. He does have a few scars from past injuries on the job and in life. Most notable of these would be from the stab wound he once received on his back from a scorned ex-lover. He makes up varying-- and exponentially more badass-- stories explaining it when asked.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Jack is playful by nature. He enjoys joking, flirting, and teasing others. He is also debauched, irresponsible, apathetic, amoral, and-- at times-- sadistic. He is great at pretending to care deeply for others, but in truth there are very few he gives the slightest shit about. It's not all sunshine and fuck yous, however. There are times where he feels he must act in a genuinely humane manner, much to his chagrin. There are also times when he feels regret, though he gets over this easily enough.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Jack was born into the large and wealthy Casteris family. They attained their money and influence through the manufacturing and selling of weapons. Their company, Casteris Armaments, originated in the United Kingdom, and though they have branched out to multiple countries, this is where they are still based. Needless to say, they were not liked by all, but they had respect and appreciation from those whom they thought mattered. Their technological innovations have led to many successful killings all over the world, a fact Jack once half-jokingly proposed should become their company slogan. He also once came up with a slogan at the dinner table that seemed respectable, for a time. "Protection, Innovation, Strength, and...Sympathy." His mother chimed in, asking why sympathy was a part of the slogan, and he responded by asking if that was the only thing she found strange about his contribution. <br/><br/>Clearly, Jack had a reputation as the joker of his family. He never took things too seriously, and went through life depending on their wealth and influence. He had always been clever. One of, if not the most clever out of his siblings, but he just did not care enough to make use of that fact. He was apathetic to most things, including people. Once they no longer entertained him, he would drop them and move on. And of course, being a trust fund kid with no true responsibilities, he always had plenty of potential friends and lovers lined up, and plenty of time to make use of them. <br/><br/>His parents, being as concerned with appearances as they were,always tried teaching him to carry himself better and not to reflect poorly on the family, but their words fell upon deaf ears. By the time he was sixteen, he was deep within the habits of drinking, getting high, and racing through the streets in his expensive car. He would also sleep around a lot, despite his relationship status or that of his temporary lovers. To their credit, his family did try everything they could to put him on a straight path, whether or not it was for their benefit. By the time he was nineteen, however, they had had enough. For the embarrassment and the money he cost them, he was cut off, and shipped to the United States.<br/><br/>Being used to a certain lifestyle, he managed to run through the money he was given pretty quickly. It was then that he realized what it was like to be poor. He'd always imagined it-- very briefly-- when he encountered such a person or saw one on television. He would empathize with them for a moment, then become bored and move on to more flashy and exciting things. Now, though, he had no money, no family to rely on, and no name. Depression hit like a truck, and then came the drinking. He drank when he was worried, he drank when he was sad, he drank when he felt all alone, and he drank when he was mad. <br/><br/>By the time a year had gone by, he was working at a dead end job and living out of cheap hotels in Oakland, California. He'd fall asleep to the oh so peaceful lullabies of prostitutes fucking their clients, couples arguing, and, every so often, gunshots ringing through the air. On several occasions, he'd called his parents, begging to be brought back home, but they would hear none of it. Once, he got in contact with his eldest brother, the future heir to the company  and was told that this was just a punishment. According to his brother, he would be let back in soon enough. Having no choice but to believe him, Jack carried on with a newfound-- albeit cautious-- hope.<br/><br/>Ironically enough, Jack's powers revealed themselves on the night of his first mugging. It was an auspicious occasion, he would later note, as it was the first time he'd felt he had control in a long while. As the masked man aimed the knife at him on that empty street three blocks from his then home, it happened. The man-- seemingly for no good reason-- looked down at his knife in confusion, looked straight past Jack, then glanced around nervously and hurried along. It was a confusing moment, to be sure, and it took some time for him to realize what had happened. He had disappeared from the mugger's sight. It then took him more time to realize that he did not technically have the power of invisibility, and even more to become adept at using his abilities. He found that he could manipulate the perception of others. So long as he could see them, he could trigger this ability, and it would last as long as he could concentrate on it. He also found himself able to read emotions very well. To the point where he could almost feel what other people were feeling as he concentrated on them. Unfortunately, he also found that alcohol no longer had an effect on him. Nor did weed or ecstasy. He was sober as a rock.<br/><br/>His use of his powers started off generally innocent and playful, but then he started thinking of the practical applications. He needed money. He could only get in trouble for stealing if he was caught, and his sense of morality was skewed enough to where he could easily live with himself after taking something that didn't belong to him. He was an amateur, sure, and did make mistakes, but he could easily cover them up. Over time, he got much better. He acquired a new identity, moved to a nice apartment in Los Angeles, made contacts far and wide, and began life as a criminal under the codename Loki. His family would not hear from him again, and for all he knew, they may have considered him dead.<br/><br/>In his time as a thief, he was contacted and hired by plenty of shady clients, some of which not only came back for continued work, but referred him to trusted associates. That wasn't to say that there wasn't competition out there. At times, he would steal clients away from others, and at times, they were taken from him. His most notable competitor, however, went by the name Chameleon. She was said to be one of the best. A master of infiltration and an amazing thief. She could slip in and out of a place quickly and efficiently. In fact, no matter how secure an area was, she could always get in and out with no signs that locks or security systems had been tampered with. Perhaps she was too amazing. He considered the possibility of her being like him, one of the Evolved, but would surely not out her if that was the case. Instead, he challenged her. They would compete in a thievery showdown of sorts. The job was to steal a Fabergé Egg. 'The Cherub in the Chariot', it was called. It was donated to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York by a man named Armand Hammer before his death. To Jack's surprise and disappointment, this man was not in fact responsible for creating Arm &amp; Hammer branded products. <br/><br/>Things went well enough at the start. He'd cased the area in the days prior to the break in. On the night of, he scoped the museum out, shut down the security systems and slipped in with ease. He then walked about unmolested and unseen by security guards. So long as he saw them first, he was ever at the advantage. Unfortunately, his competition was also skulking about. She had gotten in before him through use of her powers, and due to her cloaking capabilities, he'd been unable to notice her or use his powers on her. She'd gotten a front row seat to his display. He did consider this a likelihood, but had hoped he'd be the first to see her in action. <br/><br/>By the time he'd reached the egg, it was gone. Fortunately for him, he managed to spot her just as she was slipping out of the museum. Though the proper term would possibly be stretching. Like a stick of chewed up gum, she stretched herself thin and slipped under an exit door. Not being a fan of losing-- especially with so much money on the line-- he used this opportunity to get inside her head. As he chased after her, he incapacitated her by shutting down her senses. This did not last so long as to take a huge draw on him. As soon as he caught up with her, he disguised himself as one of the security guards he'd seen walking about previously. Disguising his trusty taser as a pistol, he aimed it at her and demanded she hand over the egg. To this day they disagree on this matter, but according to him, this plan would have surely won him the competition. They were, however, interrupted by a meddling, legitimate guard with a gun, and Jack was forced to use his powers to make himself and Chameleon appear to be fellow guards. Neither were shot, and and after a bit of banter wherein Jack referred to her as being impressively flexible, they agreed to split the take. Camille and Jack have been working together ever since.<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong> His powers; money; taking from others; sex; Cammy; teasing and pranking others; interesting people; junk food; music; sleep.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Security cameras; Being inconvenienced; responsibility; aiding others unconditionally; overly serious people; violent people; idiotic people; fighting.<br/><strong>Strengths:</strong> Stealth; seduction; immunity to mind alteration; escaping sticky situations; acting skills; an innocent smile; lack of morality.<br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> Serious situations, hard work, those he cares for, and his libido.<br/><strong>On's &amp; Off's:</strong> <br/>Jack, ironically, is in the habit of pleasing his lover to the best of his ability. It is more for his own enjoyment and pride than for their sake, but thus far, he has heard no complaints. He is very flexible in his sexual ventures, but tends to prefer taking on a dominant role. There are only a few things he deems too extreme, including watersports, scat, vore, and the like.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Notes</span></strong><br/>He has had his powers since early 2010<br/>His true full name is Johnathan Casteris. Only few, including Cam, know this.<br/>Much to his dismay, he can no longer get drunk or high. On the bright side, he can use his powers on himself for entertainment.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Powers</span></strong><br/></span><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Obfuscate (8):</strong> </li></ul>Jack can tap into the minds of others, forcing them to hallucinate. Specifically, this power allows him to make chosen items or people invisible to the senses of those affected. Alternatively, he can effectively transform items or persons into entirely different ones for said affected. He can use one's own imagination against them with this power (think Dr Who's psychic paper, for example). With enough concentration, he can temporarily shut down the senses of those around him, though he has found he can only manage this on a small number of people at once.<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Forget About It (4):</strong> </li></ul>A side effect of the previous power. Jack can choose to make an affected person forget seeing the obfuscated item or person, but this only goes as far back as twenty seconds.<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Empath (6):</strong> </li></ul>Jack can feel the sway of another person's emotions. This helps him much in his attempts to say just the right words and do all the right things.<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Mental Fortitude (2):</strong> </li></ul>Jack is immune to abilities and drugs that affect his brain, for good and ill. This also makes him resistant to attempts at mind reading of any kind. He can, however, be affected by his own powers.