Apollo Malcolm Jackson

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Personal Information

• Name: Apollo Malcolm Jackson
  
• Gender: Male
  
• Age: 43
  
  • Date of Birth: February 18, 1971
    
  • Place of Birth: Fort Benning, Georgia, U.S.A.
    
    
• Ethnicity: Cherokee/Hispanic, Mixed
  
• Height: 6'4"
  
• Weight: 190 lbs.
  
• Eye Color: Dark-brown
  
• Hair Color: Black/Dark-brown
  
  

Physical Appearance

-Tall, toned, a soldier’s body. Built. Fit.
-Light brown skin, marred with scars.
-Long dark hair that stops at his shoulders, sometimes put into a pony tail.
-Dark piercing eyes, showing age and experience. Incredibly studious gaze.
-Posture of authority, stands ready to react.
-Takes after his father more than his mother in terms of looks.

Personality

Apollo’s nickname is Ape, given to him by his closest friends and echoed by his enemies because he is as territorial as an ape and just as dangerous. His stint as a U.S. Army Ranger turned him into a disciplined soldier but also a terrifying man. He is never shy of threatening, manipulating, and hurting people to get what he wants, and, more importantly, to keep what he says he owns. He’s selfish, vengeful, violent, and recently, he’s added sadistic to the list. He’s a messed up individual that can hide his true colors from someone, at least for a little while, but eventually, they’ll figure out he’s someone to not be trusted. It just takes a while due to his faux-charming nature, an excellent way to hide his true self.

History

Apollo Jackson was born on February 18th, 1971 in Fort Benning, Georgia, two months after his father’s death. Raised by a widowed mother suffering through depression, Apollo grew up resentful of the world. He had to fight tooth and nail for everything he and his mother had, sometimes very literally. Guts and hate turned into street smarts and resolve, and he was on the fast track of being more of a delinquent as he grew older than anything else.

He resented his father for dying and leaving him alone with his mother, who he slowly started seeing as someone to care for than be cared by. He wanted to be nothing like his father, though, and rebelled against the thought of becoming a soldier like him, despite growing up around the military. His mother never had a definite opinion on the matter as she had lost grip from reality.

Apollo essentially had to raise himself, care for his mother, and try to find a path for him to walk. This led to recklessness, fights, and almost jail time in his teens. He was a troubled kid with a mother who was in her own little world more, too distraught after her husband’s death to function properly. He had more enemies than friends by the time he was fourteen.

His late teens were a time of reflection for Apollo. He had spent all his life rejecting every facet of his father, down to his heritage. He was also unable to connect to his mother’s side of the family, hailing from Guatemala, due to their isolation from the rest of the family. Having to wrestle with an identity crisis, his lifelong troubles, his wasted potential due to having to raise himself, he came face to face with the realization that he was going nowhere in life. He blamed his parents and decided to strike out on his own.

It was inevitable that he’d enlist in the military, he had very few options, but he rationalized it as him striving to be better than his useless father, putting himself in the harshest training he could try for – he applied to become an Army Ranger, and then to become a sniper. He was just in time for the Gulf War and he served a six year tour before coming home. With new found ability and insight, he took charge of his life better than he had before, and his territorial side came out even more due to his stint in the military.

Unfortunately, his mother died soon after he returned home. The cause of death brought something new to his life, though: a half-sister named Artemis, for his mother had died during child birth. He went into law enforcement to put his skills to good use while earning enough money to feed a kid with.

He raised her for the next two decades to the best of his ability, ensuring she would have more opportunity than he ever had, and actually had a parent riding her ass unlike him, who had to do everything on his own. He wasn’t a caring guardian, far from it, he was more like a drill instructor crossed with a totalitarian dictator, but he taught her everything he knew while making her life hell. She ended up not appreciating it.

She ran off. Seeing this as his fault, he didn’t go to the police and instead decided to track her down himself to bring her back home. He didn’t realize this trip would leave him across the country to California but he’s too possessive for his own good. He’ll go to great lengths to take back what’s his.

Example Post

Sweat slid down Apollo’s brow as he slowly stood up from the ground to watch the setting sun, bidding farewell to the heat but with it the light. His gaze ventured to his hand as he let go of the dirt he scooped up moments ago. It clung to his fingers, very light, and he had to shake it off. It told him enough about the tracks he was following. The ground here was disturbed very recently, leaving the earth malleable and far from hardening again.

“Someone was looking for shade,” he said to himself, wiping his hands off. “Awfully close to the last set of tracks by the river,” he continued, walking back to his horse. “Only one set, however. If it’s her, is she carrying that dog of hers? His tracks were getting deeper. Could have gotten tired, he’s not used to these distances in one day.” He swung himself onto the saddle and began tugging his horse in her direction, intending on getting closer than yesterday before the moon makes itself known. The desert can be a harsh place…

Except this isn’t the 1700s, it was 2014. Ape wasn’t on a horse, he was leaving his parked car as the rumble from a subway train batters at the soles of his shoes. It takes him a minute to traverse the stairs, pay for a ticket to get across the turnstiles, and reach the platform so he can train his careful gaze on the dozens of people littering the area, all waiting for the ride home.

It wasn’t going to be as simple as that, which he knew. A minute was just a minute, though, and he had a lot of patience. He’d find her. He just needed to be a little clever about it. A cursory glance showed him the employee areas. Employees only meant a security room nearby. He chanced it; hopefully luck existed if his senses failed him at spotting anyone who could catch him somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be.

When he found the door that led to the cameras, he found it locked. Someone was inside, though, talking on the phone. The luck came through in a different manner. He overheard the security guard inside talk about going on break, as she hated the monotony of staying attentive when very few people were at the station. It took hiding behind a soda machine for him to be out of sight from the guard as she left, but at least he didn’t have to do a damn thing to get the door opened – he just slid inside before it closed.

This is exactly what he needed. It took him five tense minutes, but it was worth the trouble of scouring multiple camera feeds. People bringing dogs aboard the subway in a carrier stand out from the crowd. She had been here half an hour ago. His hunch was right.

Double checking bus routes, there was only one stop she would have gotten off at, and it was two stations down the line. If he was quick, he could beat her there with his car, and maybe some liberal speeding.

“Don’t worry, Artemis. You’ll be back home in no time, I’ll make sure of it.”

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