Lieutenant Mischief


Pet(s)
Name
Titan
Age
Nine
Species
Dog
Breed
German Shepard
Rank
Retired Military Dog
(Her father's old K9. Ruina inherited him for the first few years of her service. Nowadays, Titan remains at home, relaxing and enjoying his retirement)
Handler
Aelrindel Agarvran(Formerly)
Ruina Agarvran(Currently)
Appearance
(Credits)


Name
Hades
Age
Four
Species
Dog
Breed
Black German Shepard
Rank
Military Dog
(He usually spends a lot of time on the field with Ruina. However, for the majority of the RP, he will be at home with Titan)
Handler
Ruina Agarvran
Appearance
(Credits)

Jackson John Spears

Jack

JJ

Spears

Sergeant

Sergeant Spears

Twenty-Eight (28)

Male

Manchester, Great Britian

Jacksonville, Florida (United States)

Dutch-British-American

Sergeant In the British Armed Forces

(Enlisted at 19, finished training at 20)

Light Dragoons

(Underneath Reina's Command, but has 25 soldiers in his commanding unit)

Straight

Jackson stands at 6'1, and weighs 198 pounds. He is very muscular, not like a body builder, but pretty muscular. His muscles show when he wears thighter clothing, but are easily visible when wearing his combat uniform. He has brownish-blond hair, although it typically looks more dark brown. He is always cleanly shaven, as he learned from his father (see afflictions). His hair is normally in a buzz cut, with slightly longer hair on top. Which is the typical military haircut. He has lighting blue eyes, although most the time they are a dark blue.

When not in his military uniform he usually has on a camo type shirt, although you can see him in a darker colored shirt.

As Jackson is a woodworker, which he picked up at 15, his hands are normally callused and scarred. His hands are rough, and normally covered in wood shavings, as it is what he has aleays been around.

His personality is usually on the easy going/laid back type, but when commanding his unit, it is usually more serious and stern. He is a natural leader, and is willing to take a position of command if needed. He is stubborn, and will usually go out of his way to get what he, or what a close friend wants. As well as his stubbornness, he is also very outspoken, as he is willing to speak out for the good of all people.

One trait of his that can be taken both ways is his loyalty. He is loyal to the military and also to his family and friends. This can be taken both ways, as either a strength or weakness, as he is willing to die for his country and his close friends abd family. He is also portective and can be overprotective at times.

One thing that no one takes for granted is Jackson's bravery and courage. He is usually the first person to volunteer for any task, and us always willing to put his life on the line.

Father l Deceased l Jackson's father, Thomas J. Spears, is Jackson's mentor. Jackson has always looked up to him for advice. When he died fighting for Britian when Jackson was 15, it left an empty place in his heart. His dad had always loved Britian, and had taken up woodworking as a hobby. Thomas taught Jackson everything he knew: Woodworking, fishing, hunting, and survival skills. Everything Jackson needed in life to become a "man". Thomas also showed and caused Jackson's love for Football, which Jackson played throughout High School (See Background). Inspired him to serve in honor of him.

Mother l Alive l When Jackson's father died, his mother was so distraught, that she decided to leave everything behind, and moved to the United States. She encouraged Jackson to continue Football, and made sure Jackson studied up in school. What she didnt eant though, was for Jackson to enter the military, as it reminded her of Thomas. Jackson's connection to his mother is so strong, and even though he moved to Britian to serve, she still loved him, and supported him.

Elder Brother l Deceased l Thomas J. Spears Jr. died when Jackson was twelve. His brother, 16 at the time, had gotten involved in a car crash, which was so horrific that it killed his brother. Jackson was deveasted, as he had always looked up to his brother as a role model.

Younger Sister l Alive l Veronica, Jackson's sister, who is about two years younger, is Jackson's best friend, of course as much as a sister can be. When their brither and father died, they relied on each other to support each other, and their mom. It's his biggest connection, which grows stronger by the year.

Best friend and fellow comrade l Alive l Ever since Jackson enlisted, their has always been a friendly face. Jason, Jackson's friend since Middle school, who even through the years managed to stay in touch. He enlisted with Jackson, as he knew there was no way of talking him out of it. They had always been close, and their bond has grown as they fight in wars.

Loyalty

Survival Skills

Leadership

Bravery and Courage

Stature

Intelligence

Strength and Abilities

Loyal

Stubbornness

Stature (Can sometimes be a weakness)

Comedy (Its really bad)

Woodworking/Building Things

Hunting

Fishing

Football (American)

Animals (Mostly Dogs)

His Comrades

People who Complain

People who try to manipulate him

Paperwork

Politicians

Abusive people

Archery (Never could get the hang of it)

None at the Moment

None at the moment

Jackson, from a young age, also influenced by his father, loved football. When he moved to the States, he became immersed in the sport. He played with his High School team. He was so good that he got multiple offers from college, and probably could have made it to the NFL, but he gave it all up to join the Military.

He was top of the class in both High School and Boot camp, acing most if not all of his tests. He is great with weapons (as he was taught to hunt by his father). He has been promoted to Sergeant through the years, and hopes to excel and get promoted higher.

German Shepherd Lab Mixes

Credits: Golden Meadows on WP)

Jackson's small cutting knife slid across the rough wood, breaking off small chips each time. Every once and awgile he would use his small block sander to shave clear and smooth edges, with round edges as well. His focus completely focused on his project, his best friend quietly came in the room. Jason was already dressed in his military issued uniform, the camo making him almost blend into the wall. A smooth hand fell on his shoulder. "How's the project going?" His friend said, staring at the block of wood in Jackson's left hand. He didnt respond as he finished the finishing touches, the face's detail, and the bodies finishing touches. He smiled at his work as he flipped the sculpture over, and carved a simple JS, in yye bottom, in his unigue carving style. Jackson turned around abd smiled, handing his friend his gift, "The best friend I could ever have." He paused, looking over the sculpture one last time. "Here you go." He replied, handing Jason the sculpture. Jason held the statue in his hands and flipped and turned it hand in hand. His buddy had the proudest smile on his face. "Now, this is sick." Jason held the sculture to his face. The sculpture of Jason almost matched Jason completely. "Thank you so much bro." He replied, in his native British accent. Jackson ad somewhat lost his when he had to adjust to American life about 13 years ago. He couldnt believe it was that long. And Jason and Jackson had been friends for even longer.

Jackson's stomach started to rumble, which meant it was almost time to go down to the mess hall. Almost on cue the mess hall bell rung, signaling breakfast. "Lets head down to the mess hall, and we can stop by the racks on the way there." Jason nodded at his response, still admiring Jackson's hard work.

After they made their stop by the racks for Jason to drop off his gift, they made their way down to the mess hall. Jackson's eyes wandered to the Army's promo flyers on the walls, with the tough looking soldiers staring into the distance, warfare blazing behind them. For a second, Jackson almost saw his father in their place, what it would be to have him back. His eyes quickly looked away, nit wanting to stir up any bad memories. "Here we are." Jason said, as he pushed open the doors to the cafeteria. Soldiers lined the small tables, each having a conversation with someone arou d them, their voices ringing and making it hard to hear Jason's voice. The two Sergeants made their way towards the lines, where they each got their meal handed to them on a tray, once they left the line they sat at a nearby table. He bit into his meal, saviring the taste as he knew it would be his last before going on the dangerous mission befote them. As he thought that thought, the Commander, what was her name? Linteniant Colenel Agarvran came into the mess hall, most likely to tell them about the mission's details.

As the Lieutenant Colonel finished going over the mission plans, Jackson had lost his appetite. Sure, this was what he had been waiting and hoping for, but now, in the middle of winter? No. Butbhe wasnt going to let his fear show or get to him. He wiped his mouth with his clothed napkin and rose to his feet. "I'm going to get washed up, see you in the racks." He told Jason. Who replied back, "Im going to finish my meal, see you soon." Jackson gave him a brief nod before heading towards his bunk. He grabbed a piece of paper from under his pillow, and a pen from his pocket and sat on his bunk. Dear Mother, he began to write, the pens place ink soakimg into the white paper. We have just received orders from the Lieutenant Colonel to go assist the General. Which means I will be heading out. I dont know when I will see you again, or even hear from you, but I just want to let you know that I'll be okay, and you will have nothing to worry about. Say hello to Chase for me, and I love you Mom. Jackson J. Spears

Jackson folded up the piece of paper and slipped it into the small envelope on a desk nearby. He wrote his mother's address on it before going to the mail room. He slipped it through the small hole of outgoing mail and heard it drop into the large pile. Jackson then headed back to his bunk, where he grabbed a razor and went to a nearby mirror. He knew he wouldnt be able to shave for awhile, especially as they trekked through the mountains, he shaved off the slightly growing beard so that he was totally clean shaven, then started to pack his things. Just at that moment Jason walked in. "Had a good breakfast?" Jackson asked, folding an extra uniform jacket and gently placing it in his backpack. "Yeah." He replied, "You worried about the mission?" He asked, and Jackson could see the worry etched on his face. "Jason, everything's going to be fine. Have I ever been wrong before?" He finished with a smile, patting his friend on the back. Jason gave a nervous chuckle but didnt sound convinced. "Look, this is just like any other mission, we probably wont see any battle, and hey, I got your back. I'll be there for the whole way." Jason's worry seemed to melt away. "You know what, yoyr right." He said. They shook hands as Jason said, "Thanks buddy." The Jackson wnet back to packing. A canteen of fresh water, and hunting knife, extra food in case they got lost, crackers, potato chips etc. Some daily vitamins and minerals, an extra pair of clothes (shirt, pants) and finally his heavy duty army blanket. He finished packing by placing a rope, and some metal wires. Never could be too prepared. He looked down at his watch that read 10:30. Only a couple hours till he needed to suit up and head out.

Once Jackson had finished packing, his appetite had suprsingly returned. Sure, this would be his last good meal before his deployment, so he might as well enjoy it. He threw his fully packed camo bag on his bunk before heading down for his second meal. As he walked down the corridor, its walls filled with British Military propaganda, he saw the Lietuant Colenel. He stopped and gave a respectful salute, not expecting to get one back, he kept on down the corridor. She was probably busy anyway, so he didnt bother turning around. Of course he didnt want to get on his leader s bad side before the op.

The line moved surprisingly quickly for the soldiers last meal before deployment. He grabbed his food with a quick nervous smile to the line chef, then sat down next to his peers at the nearest table. Theyvlaughed and talked as if they werent about to go on a mission that they could never come back on. For the mountains would be cold and icy, and the threat of avalanches loomed. But Jackson ignored those thoughts. He laughed and talked about his past, his oppurtunity to join a full scholarship to play football, and the chance he could make the NFL. He learned more abiut his comrades as there lunch stretched linger and longer. The time to deploy getting ever so closer with every second. Finally, at about an hour to deploy, he rose to his feet and threw away his lunch trey. He made his way quickly and quietly back to his bunk, grabbed his pack and headed back to the stables. He had loved animals as a kid, dogs were his favorite, but he still loved horses as well. As a Sergent he would get his own horse, but he probably wont ride it long, as he wouldnt want to oberload it. He walked iber to his assigned horse, Reckless his name. He gently stroked the horses muzzle, speaking to him in muffled tones. He started to pack his assigned equipment, and gently attached and strapped it to Reckless. Speaking of Reckless, him and Jackson had a long history together. Part of his training was to raise a colt, which he had named Reckless. His coat was a chocolate brown and he had a small white stripe down his muzzle and what looked like socks on his feet. But Reckless didnt getbhis name by his looks, Reckless had always been rowdy and well.... reckless. Jackson had almost failed because of him, yet here they were today.

15 minutes til they left. Jackson started putting on his camo jacketnand uniform, along with a heavy coat for the cold weather. He slipped on his heavy duty, military issued boots, and tied hus helmet to his jacket, as he didnt need it for now. He tucked his Ace of hearts card and puctures of his family, firends and pets in its brim, then started to saddle up Reckless, as it was almost time to head out, on the long journey ahead of them.

Jackson gave a nervous smile after the Lietuant Colenel's words. It was time to head out. He picked up all his gear and strapped it to his horses saddle, pulling the leathery strap tight, but not too tight to hurt Reckless. He fed him a carrot and some sugar cubes, before stroking his neck. "Its time to go now boy." He said, softly, so no one would overhear. Reckless gave a snort in reply, and brushed his front leg across the ground in anticipation. Jackson faked a look of shock. "Yoy want to go now?" He asked. The brown stallion turned his neck and gave Jackson that look that only he knew what meant. "Okay, boy, let go." Reckless gave a soft neigh as Jackson threw over his heavy coat and heaved himself on Reckless. He gave a soft tap of his boot on Reckless's flank and steered him clear of stablehands as he neared the doors. As Reckless made his way nearer Jackson took in the sight, knowing quite well this could be the last time in this building. Reckless, wanting out, walked faster, ruining the moment. "Reckless." He said louder, and his horse just grunted.

The cold wind instantly battered against his coat and face as they got further and further from the base. Jackson, on the outer right flank, led his portion of soldiers through the snow. He coyld barely make out the Lieutenant Colenel ahead, and couldnt see Jason walking in the crowd of soldiers in the middle. He let out a sigh and focused his attention on the Sergeant in front of him, and Reckless's reins in his hands. "I guess its just you and me." He said, as they walked on a skightly fast pace up a small hill. He brushed the small icilcles that had already started forming out of Reckless's mane, making his gloved hands even chillier. He tried to focus on the pines and evergreens around him, but they were all pretty much the same. This was going to be a long trip.