[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=6644ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Extra-planar Navigation
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    There was nothing righteous and noble about the path Jack walked. Nor was there an inherent evil in what he did. At heart, he was an extra-dimensional explorer. He wrote down stories untold in places where the horizon did not reach. He traveled planets and dimensions that mortals were not meant to know the names of, and Jack has seen many who could not protect themselves. When it was worth doing, he stopped to aid others- Beings both humanoid and not remotely similar to life as he knew it, from flesh and bone to thoughts made manifests.

    These antics brought Jack a semblance of gratification, but they were just that. Antics, which were not something he felt there was any calling to be found in. The truth of the matter was that Jack rarely cared about the world’s people as a whole. It was a wonderful cauldron of infinite creation, a boundless ocean in which life could never truly die. And yet, even as far as countless trillions of lightyears away from mankind’s known worlds, Jack scarcely met a soul he could connect with. He rarely ever manages to bring himself to care about most people, because there was so little warmth there that the stone had no blood to give.

    [color=6644ff]”I have never been a very profound protector, Ororo. The places I’ve been to may have been endangered from time to time, but I am not an Avenger, or… An X-Man. The universe has never called out to me in all the years I spent exploring it. I’ve never known my presence to be needed by others.”[/color]

    Perhaps there was an irony in that. Wandering different universes and all the worlds between, only to feel lonely in the lack of human connection. Did apathy make a man like Jack Hawthorne evil? Did that pit him against the side of Life? Or was his detachment the very thing that warranted the title of Sorcerer Supreme? 

    [color=6644ff]”I could never live up to the example that all of you set. It may be true that dwelling on what might have been is unwise, but I fear that now, some cosmic force has elected to turn what might have been into what will be. I can only imagine that this is how Steven felt, when this cloak first fell upon his shoulders.”[/color]