| Player Name |

Gowi

| Character You Wish To Play |

Jacques “Jac” Duquesne, III / Swordsman

| Moral Alignment |

WTL

| Affiliation |

Duquesne Steel Industry
United States Military (former)

| Character Origin & Backstory |

The third to bear the name of Jacques Duquesne out of a family of four generations rooted in America, Jacques grew up as a child in the shadow of the Duquesne Steel Industry that had dated back to the first Duquesne’s ambitions as a French entrepreneur who looked to America as the great frontier of opportunity and wealth. However, at a young age Jacques found more interest in the stories his grandfather would express about his adventures during the Second World War and how he followed the legendary Captain America into battles against the insufferable Third Reich. His grandfather had operated under the name of “Swordsman” due to the Duquesne’s belief in culture, self-control, and art—the art of the swordplay. Between the age of seven and seventeen Jacques would train with his grandfather while his father cared more in the interest of the company’s wealth and stability; he was practically raised by his mother and grandfather—as was his sister.

When Jacques was eighteen instead of attending college to prepare for the ownership of the company he instead enlisted in the military and began a long journey overseas doing what he believed was expected of him and would honor his grandfather. It wasn’t until he came home in his mid-twenties to discover his grandfather on his deathbed where he gifted him an heirloom of the family—a strangely crafted blade out of a metal Jacques had never heard of. His grandfather recounted the story of the first Jacques stumbling upon small amounts of this rare metal and putting it in a safe seeing it as too grand to be left to financial gain. As his grandfather died he understood family, tradition, and honor were important.

Jacques returned to the military devastated and received a discharge due to his psychological depression—and he remained unemployed for a time, only practicing swordsmanship to ease his loss. Eventually he found himself working as a security consultant for his father.

That is until the Red Skull attacked a pro-mutant rally that his sister had been attending and killed her. Grabbing his sword and using his trust fund to finance a small arsenal of weapons he vowed to himself: he would avenge his sister.

| Powers and Abilities |

Peak Human Physiology: Jacques has trained extensively to become one of the primer soldiers of his day and his discipline has never changed. This amounts to strength, perception, agility, and vitality.

Swordsmanship: Jacques is a talented if not masterful swordsman and has one of the most lethal swords in existence due to the unknown metal that is as sharp as it is durable. (Not sure if this admantium or carbonadium but if requested I can admit it to being neither if people have objections).

Martial Arts: As trained through his swordplay and through his time in the military, Jacques is a very competent hand-to-hand combatant.

| Sample Post |

“If you told me two years ago that the threat of a fourth reich would be upon us, I would have laughed.”

“But today, I am not laughing.”

Jacques Duquesne crossed his arms as he looked down at the visage of a bleeding neo-nazi he had tracked down by the name of Herman Doltz, who may or may not have been part of this revisionist movement by this Red Skull. One thing was sure is the southern supremacist was scared and the sight of a man who was currently using a sword to interrogate him was something else entirely—a sword that was sharper than the most precise razor at that, but it wasn’t like Herman Doltz knew what this blade was other than it had been used to kill three of his ‘brothers’ in this small car garage in Hell’s Kitchen.

“What do you want, man?!”

“What I want is to see the Red Skull.” His voice was firm and almost venomous as he slammed his sword down into the floor—an inch away from Herman’s foot.

“Shit! I don’t know the Red Skulls number!”

Jacques frowned. “That is… too bad, but I suppose that is how life is. As my grandfather would say… c’est la vie.” The swordsman turned as he twirled his sword as he removed it from the concrete floor—and ran it across Herman’s neck.

“..but your life is done.”