Jackson Crim
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| "A'right, yer funeral." | |
| Jackson Crim | |
| Player: @Jackson Crim | |
| Origin: | Mutant |
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| Archetype: | Tanker |
| Security Level: | 10 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Jackson Crim |
| Known Aliases: | Crim Reaper |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 31 |
| Height: | 7'6" |
| Weight: | 942 lbs |
| Eye Color: | Brown |
| Hair Color: | None |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Bouncer |
| Place of Birth: | Queens, NY |
| Base of Operations: | Paragon City |
| Marital Status: | Confidential |
| Known Relatives: | N/A |
| Known Powers | |
| Invulnerability, Super Strength | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Classified | |
| Equipment | |
| Classfied | |
| No additional information available. | |
Contents |
Appearance
Under Construction!
Personality
Under Construction!
Background
Early Childhood
Jackson was large for his age, which isn't hard to believe when you take a look at his impressive stature now.
Like most children forced to grow up on the unforgiving streets, he developed king-sized chip on his shoulder. In and out of foster care, the majority of his early life was spent in the care of Our Lady of Peace Orphanage on the lower-east side of Queens, NY.
Quickly learning to take care of himself, by the age of 14 he was an accomplished bruiser. Taking what jobs he could from local pimps, drug-dealers, and black market profitteers as hired muscle.
It was this way of life that led to his finding of the Skulls, or rather, the Skulls finding of him. Of a mercenary mentality, young Jackson didn't care much for their ideals but when the money was right there wasn't much that he wouldn't do. After an encounter with a group of Hellions, a bloodied but not beaten Jackson was approached by a Skull Bone Daddy by the name of Lester Reichman.
Lester offered Jackson a place amongst their organization, protection, and most importantly to Jackson a solid income. All they required was a simple task.
Simple if you don't mind killing people, thankfully Jackson held no such reservations.
The mark was a Hellion under-Lieutenant named Izzy Lizardo, he'd been moving in on some of the Skulls territories with his cronies and needed to be "taken care of."
Jackson was sent into a warehouse where Lizardo had been setting up a base of operations. As instructed, Jackson returned only with the man's head and was then sent through the initiation ritual.
A New Face
Like all Skulls, Jackson's new face was that of the newly detached skull of Lizardo, worn like a trophy. Again, though not subscribing personally to their ideals he was not opposed to doing whatever he had to in order make his living.
And so it was this way for several years. He lived in the ranks of the Gravedigger brawlers, often called in to manage large mobs of opposing gangs, his complete abandon in combat made him a useful ally amongst his comrades and a fearsome enemy to his foes.
It was in these years that Reichman nicknamed him the Crim Reaper.
Building a reputation amonst the street gangs, however, is a double-edged sword. On one hand, you advance quickly, in Jackson's case it was becoming the right-hand man to Reichman; on the other hand, you become a prime target for anyone against you. Unfortunately, as a street thug, nearly everyone is against you.
Jackson became no stranger to jail cells and abandoned basements, whether he was being arrested for assault or beaten for information. Neither of which caused him much harm or concern, such was his life.
As mentioned before, he was always a large guy for his age, but at 16 the oddities became more intense. Captured by a group of Hellions, Jackson was being interrogated in an abandoned warehouse just outside of city limits. Unhappy with the lack of information they were able to get out of him, the leader of the group drew his pistol and shot Jackson between the eyes.
It did not have the desired effect.
The bullet didn't bounce off so much as it connected with the thin layer of skin covering his skull and imploded upon itself, dropping harmlessly to the floor at his feet leaving only the slightest red spot on his face. The gesture itself, however, sent Jackson into a rage. He tore off chain bindings as though they were no more substantial than loose thread and proceeded to summon up tremendous strength which he then used to collapse the support beams of the warehouse, bringing the entire building in on itself and its occupants.
This day he truly earned the name, Crim Reaper.
Crossing the Line
The final stand, the Skulls ultimate victory. It all came down to a gathering of street thugs in a gutted out office building.
Cliche? Probably.
Reichman had assembled his gang of Skulls and was joined by several other Bosses. The Hellions had been backed into this building, it was their final hold in this part of the city and the Skulls were here to ensure it was the last place they ever stood. When they found the Hellions, Jackson was surprised to see a group of children huddled in a corner being shouted at by the Satanic gang members.
He barely had a chance to blink before the two rival gangs opened fire on each other, neither group caring about the well-being of the innocents. He saw, as if for the first time, that his "bretheren" were going to kill everything that moved that wasn't one of them. Something snapped.
He threw his bulk in front of the children like an enormous shield, furiously breaking any man who dared get too close be they Skull or Hellion. It was not long before they had all turned on Jackson, that was just fine with him.
Few know exactly what went on in there, the children who were safely dropped off at the police station speak of a big guy in a mask who beat up all the other guys who were beating up each other. The only other clue, was a broken facemask of a skull that one of the policeman found outside of the precint door.
New Life, New Family
Jackson was now 20 years old and had spent the majority of his life as a gang member and hired thug, he knew he didn't want to be a part of any street gang organization after his past experience with the Skulls but in truth, he didn't know any other way to be.
He'd gone back to work as hired muscle, and it was late one evening that found him "talking" to a local loan shark who had made a sour deal with the wrong people that he was approached by a man.
The man introduced himself as Vincenzo Giarelli, an agent of the "Family."
He offered Jackson a job suited for his talents which at first had Jackson on edge, he'd heard this song and dance before and wasn't about to find himself in that situation again. So, he took the man's card and moved on. Though, he was curious, and so he did some looking.
He was able to find out that the Family was into the "business" but doing so on a much higher level than any of these street gangs, and whats more, it looked as if they had a code of honor of some sort. As much as you can have, anyway, when your business is crime.
Deciding to give it a try, Jackson contacted the Family and began his new life, well, old life with new comrades. Once a thug, always a thug.
Jackson spent 5 years as a strong arm for the Family, using his muscle to ensure that local gangs didn't take more from the community than the community could handle enforcing the laws of the Family. He viewed it as being the criminal police as humorous as it sounded to him, his job was to keep crime balanced.
The Family knew how his strength was best to be used, and they never over extended themselves in that. They also knew about his personal thoughts on things, and often gave him tasks which he would take great personal satisfaction in completeing. Such was how they kept their people happy, do right by the Family and the Family does right by you.
During the Rikti Invasion, all citizens were forced to confine themselves but for the Family business went on as usual, though with more precaution. Jackson found himself on the frontline defense of their stronghold, sometimes being sent out to combat local gangs and villains who were attempting to use the invasion to their advantage.
In this way, the Family were acting to accomodate their own interests by helping to combat that which law enforcement and heroes could not.
It was one of these tasks that led him to a slight life-changing event, meeting Empio Battona.
Vinnie, as Vincenzo had become known to Jackson, was the Taskmaster for lack of a better term. It was his job to ensure that all of the Family's personnel assets were properly used. One day he came to Jackson with new job, they needed someone to "talk" to "Little" Jimmy Fatone about the work he was doing on Family territory.
What Jackson didn't know was that Jimmy was a small time pimp with big time dreams, he'd found himself a niche peddling his stolen goods (i.e. kidnapped women) to Special Needs customers, in short he was a pervert who catered to other perverts. The Family knew this and needed him taken care of, knowing of Jackson's protective nature they knew he was just the person to handle this job.
And he did, quite well.
Upon arriving at Jimmy's place of business, a small chinese restaurant used as a cover, Jackson saw immediately just what it was Jimmy was selling. They never found all the pieces of Jimmy.
Most of the girls escaped as soon as they saw Jimmy getting what was coming to him, all except one girl who couldn't have been more than 12, she looked as if she were in shock. Jackson picked up the girl and took her back with him to the Family's stronghold. Jackson received no small amount of teasing from his comrades at having brought her home but soon the Family took her in and accepted her as one of the many children that lived within the household, caring for her as they would their own.
She quickly became his "little sister."
Separate Ways
Alot of changes were taking place within the Family, the rise of the Frost Cartel within the ranks was bringing in large amount of revenue but with it came an increasing risk. Most of the Family didn't seem to mind so long as they were still getting their money, the Denaros did not share this sentiment.
The following is an excerpt from witness accounts and police bugs.
- "'Ey Jax, c'mere," Vinnie yelled from his office.
- Jackson looked up with a raised brow and grunted, setting his drink down on the bartop before standing. With a stretch, his massive form moved across the barroom to the back office where Vinnie sat in his too-expensive leather chair.
- "Whadaya want?"
- Vinnie chuckled at his gruff friend, "Close the door, ah? We got business ta talk about."
- Rolling his eyes back at the empty bar, Jackson closed the door before crossing the office to have a seat on the large sofa. Vinnie rifled through paperwork on his desk in an effort to look busy and important, a task Jackson had long ago discovered to be a farce.
- "Ya know about how things have been" Vinnie began, "Frost and his drugs, and this new drug he's got The Family pushin."
- Jackson nodded, "You wantin' me to take him out?"
- Vinnie's face was sober and serious, a condition that didn't come often, "No Jax, we can't do that. The rest of The Family is supportin' him so long as he's linin' their pockets."
- Jackson shrugged.
- "Nah Jax, the Denaros are goin' their own way. We've already got most of the family moved and now we're just cleanin' up here. We're gonna need everyone on their game 'specially you, not that I gotta worry about that, the rest of The Family is not gonna like this."
- Jackson shrugged again and nodded, "A'right. But Vinnie, there's somethin' else I gotta tell ya."
- "Yea Jax?"
- "This is my last job, I gotta go my own way too."
- "I know Jax, we knew this was comin' an we ain't gonna stop ya."
- Jackson nodded, "Do me a favor, watch out for Empi, she ain't gonna understand and she can't go with me."
- Vinnie chuckled, "Ya know we love her like a kid sister, she'll be ok. Just don't go gettin' yaself dead Jax."
- The two men shared a chuckle.
- Three Weeks Earlier
- Jackson took a drag of his cigar and exhaled, in this cold weather it was hard to tell how much of it was smoke and how much was just breath. His skin didn't seem to feel the cold, however.
- Standing outside the club watching the bouncers as they led people in and out, he counted the heads of everyone carrying a weapon. "Thirty-two, heh, thought this was gonna be hard," he muttered under his breath before placing the cigar back between his teeth and crossing the street.
Allies
Enemies
- None specifically....at this time.
Recent Events
Under Construction!
Quotes & Conversations
- "Pain, it's what I do."
- A Friendly Passerby...
The Nameless: "Damn yer big."
Jackson: "Thanks doll, I work out."
- "Hey, I'm walkin' here!"
FAQ and Trivia
- The original Jackson Crim was no-where near as big as his current conception. He was a five foot tall martial artist features in a few comic strips.
Disclaimers
- All character information is a work of fiction, any similarity to real people and events is strictly coincidental. However, should you ever meet anyone resembling this or other characters, pray you do not owe them money.
- References to other works of fiction should have credit given to their original authers, the creator of Jackson Crim and other character products of Nocens Somnium (formerly known as Requiem Studios) does not take responsibility for any misunderstanding about...anything.
- The author would like to express that any information contained in this page or any page referenced be used only with the expression permission of its author. He would also like to mention that in west philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good startin making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.'
