Jack William Duncombe (DONE)

[Jack Duncombe]

"It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun. And that's when the exodus started. Before the TV and radio stopped broadcasting there were reports of infection in Paris and New York. We didn't hear anything more after that.’"
'28 Days Later'

Your Name: Steph
How many years roleplaying?: One year, Eleven months

"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --"

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Character Name: Jack William Duncombe
PB: Eric Bana
Age: Thirty-one
Date of Birth: Eleventh February 1978
Residence: East Harlem, Manhattan, New York
Profession: Head of the Counter Terrorism Team; FBI

Appearance:

Clothing style

• Casual

Most of the time, Jack happens to be in his causal clothes. Even his formal clothes are classed as formal-casual. When it comes to shoes, unless he’s working or going to a special event, he’s never seen wearing anything but trainers; usually worn out ones as he spends a lot of time running and being with his children. Jack doesn’t like to wear jeans very often but he will wear them on occasion if he takes his children out for a meal or to party. Other than that, he tends to be more of a jogging bottoms/board shorts person. He tends to wear any type of t-shirt or shirt, so long as it doesn’t cling to him too tightly; he hates those sort of clothes.

• Work [&&] Formal

When Jack‘s at work, it‘s the only time he is ever in a fully formal attire, except if attending a funeral, wedding or press conference (though he classes this as a part of work.) He often wear black trousers and black, smart shoes; ties ups of course. He hates Velcro with a passion. The noise makes him shudder. When it comes to shirts, he usually wears a white or light blue one. He always wears brace suspenders; something he‘d wanted to do since he was a child. He often wears a black jacket. When he does wear a jacket, then he has his gun holster attacked to his brace suspenders. If he doesn‘t, he‘ll have his gun holster on his belt. The gun he tends to carry is a semi-automatic, Dan Wesson Commander. He also has a spare in his ankle holster which most agents tend to work with. He sometimes wears a tie to work, other times he doesn’t; he always has his top button undone though. When it comes to formal wear, he will wear basically the same thing, except he’ll always wear a tie.

General Appearance

Jack has dark hazel eyes and dark brown hair which depending on the light, appears as a black colour. He inherited the eyes off of his mother and his hair off of his father. He stands at six foot exactly. Not too tall but not short either. He keeps a steady weight of one hundred and sixty pounds. It leaves him fit enough to do his job and look after his children as well. He’s rather muscular which he got from several hours at the gym each week and the sports he did in Secondary school. He has rather tight features, though he can often be seen with a bags under his eyes from countless nights, staying up and working on cases. Even when he’s tired or stressed, he’ll always have a smile on his face. When he’s reading or writing by hand, he can be seen with a look of concentration upon his face which is indicated by faint lines on his forehead. If he were to take his shirt off, on his shoulder, he has a bullet wound where he was shot during a mission several months after his wife's murder. Jack also has a heavy English accent, though he's slowly beginning to lose it.

Personality:

Jack‘s Different personalities

• Head of the Counter Terrorist Team Jack

Jack has been with Counter Terrorist Team for roughly ten years, though he has been the head of the ‘squad’ for the past three years. Jack is very ambitious and always has been thanks to his father’s raising methods. He’d go out of his way to get what he wanted, though he was very careful not to hurt anyone; or so he hoped to never hurt anyone. Jack’s extremely serious when it comes down to his teams ability to work both under pressure and undercover and does everything he can to help them, though he won’t hesitate to pull one aside if they’ve messed up or hesitated when it came down to taking down a suspect. Jack is also a ‘do things strictly by the book’ type of person and it’s served him well in some areas, not so well in others. Although he’s a do things by the book person, it won’t stop him from breaking protocol if it means the difference between life and death. He tends to spend many nights awake working on cases because, although he isn’t originally American, he now see’s it has his home and refuses to let anybody damage it. As well as this, he fears his job brings him enemies and this will prove deadly. He’s not bothered whether or not he dies, but more whether or not his children are safe. Jack would give his life for a team member or someone he cared deeply about. Added on, Jack can sometimes become nervous when he needs to write something down as he’s never been very good with words or numbers due to his dyslexia. He is often seen speaking into a Dictaphone because of this. On the odd occasion, Jack has become angry with some of his suspects due to the loss of his wife; he never had gotten over it.

• Daddy Jack

Apart from marrying his late wife, the best part of Jack’s life was when his two children were born. When he first found out he was going to become a father, he was only twenty-one years old and it had only been a few months since he’d joined the Counter Terrorist team. He had mixed emotions about it all. He was happy, nervous, sick to the stomach amongst other emotions. He didn’t know whether or not he was ready to be a father, but by the time Edward was born, he knew he perfectly ready to be a father. It was hard to describe how he felt when his son was born because deep inside, he knew there were no words worthy enough to describe it. He was by his wife’s side throughout the labour and this made him even happier; to welcome his son into the world was something he had never thought he would do. The first time he held him, he knew his life could never get better. But of course, five years later, his daughter was born. From them on, he became very protective of his family; he kept his gun on his bed side table and another just under the bed and because of this, he keeps his bedroom door locked because another thing he fears is that his children will get hold of his gun and injure or kill themselves. He will do anything to make his children happy, though sometimes, he’s saddened by the fact that he has children. They will always remind him of his wife and they will always be in danger and there’s not much he can do to protect them. He also can’t stand to be away from them so keep a picture of them both on him at all time; he also keeps one on top of his desk so that when he’s staying late, he can see them. Jack tries to spend as much time as possible with his children and manages to take them on holiday at least once a year.

• Confident [&&] Determined Jack

Depending on what sort of situation it is, Jack is either very confident, or extremely nervous. He tries not to let it show that’s he’s nervous as it usually give the bad guys the upper hand. It also seems to affect others around him and being nervous never leads to a good result. There are several things he’s confident in and these include sports, catching potential terrorists and running a team affectively. This because it doesn’t usually involve writing of any kind. He also finds that so long as your confident enough, anything can be easier. Jack is also very determined. He believes he got this from this father who told him, you could be rubbish at everything he tried but so long as he determined, he would succeed at doing anything he wanted to in life.

• Oblivious Jack

No matter what anyone says, Jack is oblivious as to how those around him, feel about him. Especially when it comes down to love. He can ‘read’ other people to an extent, but never those close to him. He never got over the fact that his wife was taken from him. He loved her and always will love her. He might have a fling or two, but he will never truly love them, like he did Sophie. The only people he does love as much as Sophie are their kids; of course. Jack doesn’t have much time for love now though, considering his job. He did, however, always make time for his wife back then.

• Protective Jack

Jack is extremely protective over his loved ones, especially his children. He'd do anything to protect them and that includes giving his own life in order for them to be safe. Since the Virus slowly begun, he's been sleeping with one eye open and in the same room as his children. When there's something dangerous concerning the future of his children, he can become very paranoid and he won't trust anyone; no matter what they say.

History: Younger years

It was sometime during the night on the tenth of February, that Elizabeth Duncombe went into labour. She was in labour for seven hours, before giving birth to a little boy in the early hours of the next day. It took them awhile to decide on what to call him, but in the end, they settled on calling him Jack. Jack wasn’t the first child born to Elizabeth and William Duncombe, nor was he the first boy. His brother - Charlie - had been born two years before hand. He was loved all the same. Nothing interesting happened in the first two years of his life, but he did start school. He started Nursery a month before his third birthday. Jack enjoyed nursery, until it came to the point where the would all read books together or do numbers; he struggled with them but he didn’t tell anybody.

Childhood

During his childhood, Jack lived in a three bed-roomed house in the middle of Derbyshire. The place wasn’t full of crime, but it didn’t go without the odd crime incident. He was a few weeks after his fifth birthday that he and his brother were playing in his bedroom, when Charlie asked him if he wanted to fly. As a five year old, Jack couldn’t say no. So he let his brother put a ’cape’ on him. Once his brother said he looked like one, he made him stand on the window and told him that if he jumped out of it, he would be able to fly. He jumped out the window but he didn’t fly. He hit the floor and knocked himself unconscious. Jack woke up in hospital with a headache and a broken arm. He never trusted his brother after that. Jack started primary school in the September after he turned five. Jack found himself struggling in every subject; English, Science, Maths, History etc. Not with the understanding concept, but more the writing and reading of things. There were four subjects he enjoyed at school and they were Art, Drama, Music and Sport. He didn’t struggle with any of these. Often, during parent/teach conferences, they said he struggled with things and insisted that he was ’stupid’. His father was outraged at such a thing and threatened to take them to court, though he didn’t. When Jack was ten, his father ended up taking him to doctors. It was then that they found out that he was dyslexic. Jack was happy in a way the teachers would stop calling him stupid, but he didn’t like the fact he still had trouble reading and writing. At the age of eleven, he played for the schools basketball team. It was then he decided he wanted to be a fireman too, although he never became one. Nothing remarkable happened during his teenage years except that he passed most of his subjects with a C or higher. At 16, he enrolled in the local college to study Sport, Psychology and Chemistry. He worked his way through college with a lot of help from his tutors before going to University. Here he studied Chemistry and Psychology; majoring in Chemistry and minoring in Psychology

Moving to America and joining the Counter Terrorist Group

Jack finished University after two years, considering he opted out of spending a year working in a job that needed Chemistry. He wanted to travel the world but he wanted employment more and began looking into few different possible careers. He was about to give up when he stumbled across an FBI site and one possible job; becoming apart of the Counter Terrorist team. He spent several hours on the site, researching. He began to like the idea about being part of the FBI, but it would mean leaving his family behind. It didn’t take him long to make his decision. His father paid for Jack and the family to go to New York for a month with the in order for Jack to find a residence and also attend an interview that the FBI had set up for him. It didn’t take him long to find a small one bedroom apartment. Whilst they were there, they also furnished it up quite nicely. Jack decided even if he didn’t get the job, he was going to stay there and look for another job. Luckily, he managed to get the job.

Meeting and Marrying Sophie

It was roughly a week after he’d been working at the Counter Terrorist team and roughly three weeks after he’d been living in New York. He was coming home late from work and decided to stop by at a coffee shop in order to get himself a coffee to keep him awake. He had ordered his coffee without looking up; getting the money from his wallet. As soon as he looked up, he fell in love. He sort of drifted into a dream like state as he smiled weakly. From then on, everyday before and after work, he returned to the same coffee shop in order to see her. It was a few visits after they first met before they actually started talking and then a few weeks before they went on a first date. Jack wanted to centre his whole world around her but held back. He didn’t want to scare her away. Jack and Sophie had been dating for six months when Sophie insisted on Jack meeting her parents. He was nervous about the fact but somehow, managed to calm his nerves. He could tell from the moment he met them, that they didn’t approve of their relationship and they made their views clear. They tried to convince their daughter that he only wanted to date her because he wanted a ’green card’. He got relatively annoyed with this but let them voice their views anyway. As soon as they got back to his apartment, they kissed properly - like a couple in love - for the first time. It was also the next morning that he proposed to her. A few months later they married. Jack paid for his parents to fly over from England. He also paid for his brother and his brother’s fiancé too. They got married at a registry office as neither of them were religious. The same night, they made love. And the same night, they conceived Edward.

Birth of his children

It was nine o’clock at night and he’d returned early from work, to find Sophie crying. He didn’t know what was wrong so, like any husband would, he went over to her and hugged her, trying to sooth her. After an hour or so, he asked her what was wrong. It was then she explained she was pregnant. Jack didn’t know how to react. He was scared, happy and nervous. He just held her close and told her it would be alright. He didn’t know that. He became withdrawn for a few days except when he was with Sophie. Within a week, he’d decided that they needed a bigger house. They went house hunting together and brought a nice, three bed roomed apartment. Jack -by then- knew that he wanted to be a father more than anything else in the world. Jack and Sophie began decorating their new apartment and getting the furniture in to make it feel like a proper home. The nine months passed quicker than both Jack or Sophie would have liked. Jack had just finished a case and was about to begin his paperwork when Sophie phoned and, with trouble, explained she’d gone into labour. Jack dropped everything and made his way to the hospital. He spent sixteen hours at the hospital, spending every minute by his wife’s side until she finally gave birth to a little boy, which they named Edward Jack Duncombe after Sophie’s grandfather, and Jack. It was exactly the same with the birth of Rosie except he needed the next day off of work due to the fact that she was in labour for thirty-six hours.

Death of his wife and the aftermath

It was Jack’s day off of work and he was sat at home, playing with his son, who was now five and watching his daughter who had just recently turned six months. He had been napping whilst his son and Rosie slept. It was sometime during that, that the phone rang and he received a phone call from the local police force, informing him that his wife was dead; specifically, murdered. Jack couldn’t say anything and he wouldn’t believe it either, so he slammed the phone down. He dressed Edward and Rosie before putting them in the car and going to the police station. It was only when he saw her body that he broke down and cried. He still didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to change time to bring her back. Jack was feeling mixed emotions; anger, upset, nervous. He wanted to kill whoever had done this to her and ended up putting himself into the investigation; even if the police force were against it. It took Jack and the police force a few months before they found the man who had killed her; a druggie who had wanted to mug her but she’d put up a fight and paid the ultimate price for it. Jack broke protocol and went after the man who had killed his wife and confronted him. Jack got shot but survived. The other man survived too and is now serving seventy-six years for murder and attempted murder of a police officer. Jack had to take time off of work and decided to take the children to England for a couple of months to visit his mother and father. He soon returned to work, though he was given time off again due to sinking into depression. He was referred to a psychiatrist and put on anti-depression tablets; Jack also hired a nanny to help look after the children. After three months, he returned to work. Seemingly a lot happier, though he was never truly happy.

Up to now

Jack has slowly been getting over his wife’s death though it’s still left him with terrible memories and terrible nightmares. Every time he’s working on stopping a terrorist group or occasionally helping solve a murder, he’s more determined than ever. He makes sure his children are always protected to the best of his strength and tries to make sure they’re happy. He’s tried to love again but he finds it impossible; he believes he’ll never truly love someone again. Jack is also considering re-marrying. Not for himself, but for the fact that his children need a mother figure around them. Jack does attempt to fill both roles but he finds it hard with his job. In the four years that he’d been widowed, he’s also become the head of the Counter Terrorist team and intends to keep it that way. Especially as getting demoted would mean having to possibly change living locations and it would also be humiliating for himself. He couldn’t think of anyone else running his team. He only refers to them as his team because he cares about them as if they were his family. They’re his family away from home in some aspects. Though he's become withdrawn from his team due to the virus, more bothered about protecting his children than anyone else. He wouldn't be able to stand them getting infected.

Likes:

• He loves spending time with his two children; Edward and Rosie. Especially since he lost his wife
  
• Eating pasta and melted cheese; he's loved it since he was a child
  
• Watching sport on TV and playing sport as well; specifically judo and volley ball
  
• Playing his guitar; he's alright at it - not extremely bad, but not good either
  
• Playing chess - one of the only board games he actually likes to play
  
• He likes reading, although he struggles a lot with it
  
• He loves listening to music. It helps calm him down and think about things.

Dislikes:

• He hates heights; he's been scared of them since he was five years old and fell out of the bedroom window after his brother told him he could fly
  
• He dislikes Chinese food. He doesn't know why, he's just never liked it; same with Mexican food
  
• Anything involving writing on paper e.g. exams, hand-written reports, mathemathics etc
  
• When he has computer problems; he isn't the most technical person in the world
  
• People who smoke; he doesn't have anything against them, he just doesn't like the fact they smoke
  
• People who drink to get rid of life's problems

Strengths:

• He has a very good visual memory, but is overall memory can be a bit foggy; especiall if something isn't important
  
• He's determined
  
• He's good at sports, because he was never good at other subjects, he felt the need to excel in at least one subject
  
• He's a good cook when it comes to certain meals; other's he just fails at
  
• He has a fair amount of knowledge behind him
  
• He's loyal and protective.

Weaknesses:

• He can be very hot-headed
  
• His children and he'll do anything to protect them
  
• He's very quite, but will make himself heard if need be
  
• He likes to be alone when he's not at work or with his children
  
• He's dyslexic so instead of writing stuff down, he speaks into a dictaphone and types up his notes whenever he gets access to a computer
  
• He often thinks he's addicted to pickled onions; he takes some everywhere with him
  
• If Jack's in the sun too long without a hat/shelter, he'll get a headache.

Parents:

• William Duncombe -- Fifty-six, lawyer, English
  
• Elizabeth "Lizzie" Duncombe -- Fifty-one, Newspaper Columnist, Half English - Half Irish

Siblings:

• Charles "Charlie" Duncombe -- Thirty-four, Theatre actor, English

Spouse: Single;; Widowed.

• Sophie Duncombe -- Twenty-nine, house-wife, American, deceased

Children:

• Edward "Ed" Jack Duncombe -- Seven, student, Half American - Half English
  Rosie Meleny Duncombe -- One, Half-American - Half English

Anything Else? Edward gets infected something during the role-play.

Roleplay Sample: Severus’ mind kept flicking between the past and the present. Whenever he was in his office, he found it hard to concentrate and what he was supposed to be doing. His mind continually rested on Lily. He’d never loved anyone else. At least not like he’d loved her. She had been his life; and then James had come along and wrecked it. Though, admittedly, he had done it partly by himself. When he’d begun hanging around with people like Antonin Dolohov; soon joining him amongst the ranks of the Death Eaters. He wasn’t until she had been killed, that he realised how messed up his life was. How much he needed to get out. It was that night that he had joined Dumbledore, only to go back to Voldemort a decade and a half later. It was - in his mind - one of the best decisions he had made in his entire life. Otherwise, he would have been dead. Voldemort would have killed him the day he came back from his perilous state as a half life. Severus put his wand on the table and linked his hands together, resting his chin on them like a stand. He observed Draco with intent - yet cold - eyes. His eyes were tired but they didn’t seem to show it as he continuously watched him. He was like an owl in some ways. He’d learn to be cautious, observe every move that a person did; to watch for signs of deceit, lying, the signs to murder, slaughter and maim everything in their site. He’d grown up to be that curious and it was proving to be a good thing now too. Draco’s eyebrows seemed to indicate that he was thinking, but what about, Severus had no idea. Rather than having to use a skill to read Draco’s mind, he wished he had the power to do it automatically. It would make life much more simple and a less dangerous place to live. When Draco didn’t answer his question, he automatically jumped to the conclusion that Draco simply didn’t know how he was going allow the Death Eaters into the school without raising suspicion from people. That would, of course, be the hardest part to do. He couldn’t stop himself from smirking. In front of his friends, the Death Eaters, The Dark Lord; he had seemed so confident but with such a weight bearing down on his shoulders, he was finally beginning to crack; seeing that being a Death Eater - like his father - was much harder than it seemed. Many of them had learnt to deal with the pressure that was put on them be killing others, venting their anger on something else. But they couldn’t anymore. They had to be cautious about where they visited. Especially until the Dark Lord had risen to his full power.

Severus nodded his head. “I’d gathered that was why you had come, though what you want me to do about it, I have no idea,” he pointed out coldly with a raised eyebrow. He had to be hard on Draco because if he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t get very far. Especially with this task that had been set upon him by the Dark Lord. Admittedly, it was a very heavy task to set a sixteen year old, but it was because of Draco’s father that it had been done. If he hadn’t of failed, then he wouldn’t have been given such a task. Severus bit the inner of his gum before nodding again. “I guess I could help you, after all I have promised your mother that I would help you,” He stated almost unhappily about the fact. What he wouldn’t say is that it had been decided by Dumbledore that he would help Draco allow the Death Eaters into the school. It was a dangerous thing to do and if he was caught by the Ministry, he would certainly be chucked into Azkaban and that - along with his father - is one of the things he feared most of all.

Severus had been informed of a trip Draco had made in the summer holidays to a certain shop. Bellatrix had taken great pleasure in mocking him in the fact that he hadn’t been there. He found it all rather immature and never had had much respect for her; even if she was considered to be one of the most loyal Death Eaters. He chuckled at the thought but quickly cut it off, due to the fact that Draco was there. Severus bit his lip when Draco pointed out he hadn’t answered his questions. He sighed and rubbed his forehead as if to say “You don’t really want to know.” Severus looked him in the eyes. “Do you really want to know Draco? I mean, really really want to know? Even if it means you getting angry - because I know you will.” Severus looked him hard in the eyes as he said it, watching for his reaction to see how well he handled it. If he didn’t handle this well, he definitely wouldn’t handle the truth very well. It was a surprise to see Draco acting so weak, compared to how he usually acted and it made Severus nervous.

Severus nodded. “Might I recall to your memory, the visit you had to Borgin and Burkes during the school holidays?” He asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, licking his lips again. He watched him with a slightly tilted head, waiting to see his reaction. Severus chuckled and poured Draco a drink of ice-cold Pumpkin juice. He stirred it slightly before sliding it over the desk to Draco. “May I suggest drinking that and relaxing. You won’t fail. If I know you like I do, then you’re intelligent when you put your mind to it.” Severus continued to watch him, resuming his original position. Severus nodded. “Co-conspirators could go to Azkaban too, and that’s another reason why you’re not going to fail. I don’t want to go to Azkaban either, so I’ll do everything in my power,” he continued, biting his lip slightly. Severus again, nodded. Dumbledore was one of the most powerful wizards that had ever lived and everyone knew it. Even the Dark Lord knew it. He was the only thing stopping The Dark Lord from achieving everything that he could. With Dumbledore in the way, he could never gain control of the only safe place left in the World; Hogwarts. “You outsmart him but using your brains and not brawn. Don’t think about what you don’t know, think about what you know,” Severus whispered with a dark tone. Severus followed his finger and shook his head. “You really need to calm down; they’ll send you to a psych ward if you’re not careful.” [/i]

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