Jacob (Jack) RogersAlter Ego:
The Puppeteer Gender:
Psychic Possession (causes increasing levels physiological damage to the possessed after a time, including paranoia, night terrors, and even schizophrenia that includes visual, and auditory hallucinations. The last is more common if he communicates with his victim as inducing hallucinations is his method of doing so). Skills:
Advanced electronic, mechanical, and computer knowlageWeapons:
Jack can look like anything he chooses as the only way someone can "see" him is if he is causing them to hallucinate, however unless he chooses to apply effort he appears as a dark, nondescript, humanoid shadow. Someone with physic abilities, may be able to sense him as a powerful physic prescience, and may be able to see him as an ultra bright, glowing orb embedded in a shadowy nimbus.
Should someone find his physical body he has dark brown, almost black hair, and appears frail, due to spending the last two years spent in a persistent coma.history:
Jack was a collage student, with an interest in computers, and engineering and was good in those fields if no genius. He was liked by his class mates, and had the reputation of being a flirt, and having a roguish grin that could be spotted across the quad. The only think holding him back, both in his courses, as well as socially was a lack of money. Coming from a middle class background he didn't qualify for grants, and his skills while good weren't good enough to land him a scholarship, so it was up to him to work his way through school.
He had two part time jobs, one as a computer technician at a big box appliance store in the mornings, another installing electronics, and stereo equipment in cars after class. That had been enough to keep him afloat until the second semester of his junior year. Up to that point he had avoided getting saddled with student loan debt, and didn't plan to change that. In desperation, he began looking for a solution. In the end what he found was an add in the paper looking for candidates for a clinical study. After calling for more information he was impressed; the money wouldn't be enough to completely cover his expenses on it's own, but it was close enough that he could make payment arrangements.
After a series of physical tests, he was scheduled for a three day trial. They said it was testing for a sleep medication, and that he would have to stay at the clinic for the weekend, so he cleared his work scheduled, and arrived Friday night. twenty minutes later he was in a paper gown, in a private room, with sensor electrodes being attached to his chest, and head. Once the nurses where through, the doctor told him to lay back on the bed, and prepared a syringe.
"Just lay back, and relax." the doctor said, as the plunger pushed the dark, amber liquid into Jacks veins. At first it itched, then burned, before a languid, relaxing sensation overcame him. He wasn't sleeping, but he body felt completely relaxed. "Dose administered at 22:17" the doctor said noting it down as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
Jack wasn't sure how long he lay there in the dark, as the passage of time seemed to take on an elastic quality. But eventually he became aware of lights around him, lights that only he could see, like stars painted across the vision of his mind. He wanted to reach out to those stars, to touch them, but every time he reached, he felt something stretching, pulling him back. As he struggled to free himself, one of the starts flared like a supernova, then another. Fighting now, almost in a panic, he reached for the nearest light, and at last felt a popping sensation, like a joint releasing pressure, and he was free.
As he finally reached the nearby star, and touched it he found himself in another room, much like his own, and heard a woman's voice coming from his throat, screaming, and he could see the room; It was burning. Only that wasn't true, it was like a strange illusion; he could see the room in it's normal state, with the vision of an inferno overlaid on top of it. Confused and panicked, he struggled away from the scene, and again felt the popping sensation before he once was adrift among the strange stars.
On Jack drifted, touching one star, then the next. Some saw an inferno like the first, others heard distant whispering voices. As he touched the brightest burning star, he found himself in a body wracked with convulsions, and a voice clearly screaming in his head "SAVE ME!, I'M DIEING". That other voice somehow grab hold of him, it was a desperate struggle to get away, and as he again popped free, he saw, that star somehow flash brighter still, then wink out. Had other lights winked out while he wasn't paying attention? he thought so. He moved onward to more distant stars, only it turned out they weren't so distant after all, simply much dimmer than their neighbors.
As he reached one of these he found himself standing in a room with two others, eyes fixed on a clipboard; the notes incomprehensible to him. "Time 22:40", he heard the doctor who gave him his injection, saying into a portable recorder. "Subject 7 has expired after 9 minutes of intense seizures. Subject 2 continues to exhibit strange neurological activity resembling a cross between seizure, and a comatose state, all others continue to exhibit intermittent seizures, with signs of hallucinations, and paranoia. Recovery, and clean up crew to arrive at 00:30".Who are these people?! what are they doing to us!
Jack thought as he once again broke away, now looking for his own "star", trying to return to his own body, but he couldn't find it. Instead he was forced to drift, and watch as those too bright starts flared, then winked out, one by one. When there where only three of those stars left, more of the dim stars (people who had not been given whatever god awful drug he, and the others had been, Jack surmised) arrived. They moved so much more quickly than Jack did, he felt he was swimming through honey, or that he was a toddler, barely able to crawl, as others where sprinting. They where all long gone before he could catch them. It wasn't until later that other starts... other people came, and he was finally able to slip back in, and see what was happening. He was in a heavy, hooded suit, and there was fire everywhere. Even in the protective suit the heat was oppressive. Jack ran for the door, without bothering to break away; he just ran until he was out of the heat, then stripped the hood, and mask off, taking in a deep breath of relatively cool, if smoke filled air. It wasn't until the other fire fighters came over that he broke away again.
It's been two years now; two years of jumping from body to body, looking for clues to who the doctor really was, and who he worked for. Two years of trying to find himself and be whole again; two years of plotting payback for those who've done this to him.Personality:
Nicknamed Smiling Jack, Jacob was always equal parts smart, and cocky, with a mischievous streak; or at least he was, that was before the experiment.
After spending years outside of his own body, doing what he must to survive, his personality has taken on darker tones. Now, given purpose, and driven by anger, he has no qualms about using other to attain his goals, and spares little thought for the damage caused to those he takes control of. The little sympathy he shows is to other who have been harmed in some way due to similar shady experiments as himself.