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Jackson John Spears

Ace

Jack

JJ

Spears

Sergeant

Sergeant Spears

Twenty-Eight (28)

Male

Manchester, Great Britian

Jacksonville, Florida (United States)

Dutch-British-American

Squadron Leader ( Sergent) in the Ameican Air Force

(Enlisted at 19, finished training at 20)

105th Battalion Air Division

Commands five other pilots (Jason "Butch" Sanders, Steven "Mutt" Smith, Lance "Excalibur" Hamlin, Devin "One-Shot" Jones, and John "One-Eye" Williams)

Jackson Flies the F4U Corshair

Particularly carring two 100lbs bombs 8x Rockets, and two standard machine guns.

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

Dogfighting (As In plane to plane combat)

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. He has been known to be one of the best fighter pilots in the world. And has been said to take down 20 enemy aircraft without having obtained even one bullet hole in his plane.

Jackson awoke after the sound of the morning trumpets went off. Their shrill sound making him jump almost immediately to his feet. He was rather used to this of course, as for the last two years, he had awoken to this sound every day. He could see his fellow men rousing around him, and he noticed the grim looks on their faces. They had a mission brief this morning. Followed by an air raid on a nearby enemy camp. Lance got up slowly, and began to pull on his pilots uniform, and Jackson quickly did the same. He quickly made his bed, a hard cot on the ground, which had given him decently good sleep the last few days, so he was well rested. Once everyone was dressed, he quickly ordered everyone to head down to headquarters, where they would start the mission briefing. They made their way out of the building and into the sun, it's rays shining directly at his Squadron. Once they made their way across camp, the entered the tall round metallic building, where the Major gave out his orders. Major Richard Swan greeted Jackson at the door, and the two quickly shook hands before leading them into the room. All five of his crew members sat around the semi long round table, and the major stood at the far side, next to a map of Germany. "You all have a very dangerous mission ahead of you today." He took at a small wooden stick, and pointed to their base on the wall. His deep voice boomed out again, "You all will fly north towards our front lines," He motioned, dragging his stick across the brown and white map, "our Intel has told us that the Germans have a stash of bombs around this area here." He circled a pair of dark splotches on the map. "The exact coordinates are listed in your mission report. You'll need to quickly drop the bombs and destroy any and all event fighters you come across. This mission his very important for our front lines to keep advancing. You'll be about twenty five miles away from any help, so we really need to hurry up and finish this mission. Get out of there as quickly as you can." He passed for a moment before adding. "Any questions?" No hands went up, and Lance and Jason were quickly skimming through the report. Jason's hand went in the air. "Ehat is we are unsuccessful, or if we go down. What are we supposed to do if we are trapped behind enemy lines?" The major looked Jason up and down, as Jackson started to answer, the Major said: "Take down as many enemies as you can. And survive." He lectured on and deeper into the details. This small town was supposed to have 3 warehouses, which his Intel suggested were hiding enemy weapons and vehicles. Their mission was to bomb the town, and destroy the warehouses. As well as destroy and enemy aircraft. At about 1030 the major scooped up all his supplies, wished them well and godspeed, and headed to the his other duties. Jackson turned around in front of the door and said a few closing remarks: "Devin and John, you'll take your respective bombers, Lance and Jason, take your fighter planes. We'll get in and out of their as quick as possible, and hopefully with no damage." He looked each one of them in their eyes, then added, and outstretched his hand. "Lets go kick some butt. Hell Hounds on three." They all outstretched their arms and one the count of three yelled Hell Hounds, then Jackson moved out of the way. "Everybody gear up and roll out!" And then his Squadron proceeded towards the hangars.