"Everyday is Halloween."

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION
Species: Irathient
Gender: Male
Born: 2013, Los Angeles, California
Family: Nadya (mother - deceased)
Unknown (father)
Garrett Carver (adoptive father - KIA)
Cecille Carver (adoptive mother - deceased)

Birth name: Unknown
Adoptive name: Jack Carver
Aliases: Halloween Jack, Halloween, "The Carver"

POLITICAL INFORMATION
Rank - Ark Hunter (formerly Outlaw)

2013
During the arkfall event of 2013, an irathient refugee and passenger of one of the arks had become injured by Humanity First advocates, forcing her into labor. She died during childbirth in a Los Angeles hospital, and the child was handed over to a nearby adoptive facility. Hearing about the mother's death, a human couple, Garrett and Cecille Carver, adopted the child, whom would soon be given the name Jack.

During his childhood, Jack was tutored by his mother in communication, etiquette, and the importance of respect - Something the local populace lost with the coming of the arks. Despite this, Cecille did her best to shelter Jack from the brutal world outside their peaceful doors.

Cecille occasionally met in secret with an irathient woman to learn about the reason of the votans' visit. As she learned more about their species, she taught Jack about the ways of his people and their belief system, and gave comparisons to the belief systems held on Earth. As a member of a spiritual race, Jack was naturally interested in this subject. He invested a lot of time into studying the religious traditions of Earth, young and old, and had a particular interest in an event that fell on the same date of his birth, the Celtic holiday, "Samhain," known in the states as, "Halloween." He reveled in the thought that it was the one day in a year where everyone was a monster, human or otherwise, and often fantasized about it being an everyday occurrence.

Jack's father was a special effects artist before the arks landed, and his work was featured in the many horror films of the mid to late 1990's. Fascinated with his father's work, Jack would often wear the masks and props outside to play, much to his father's amusement.

One day, after being asked to remove his mask, Jack fell victim to teasing by the other children in town. To remedy his frustrations, his mother often reassured him of the positivity of his differences, telling him that she believed both humans and votans could one day coexist peacefully.

2023
The Pale Wars begin, and Jack's father is drafted into the Earth Military Coalition to fight against the rebelling votan races. In San Francisco, he and other members of his company were exposed to drugs designed to improve the soldiers' combat capability. He is presumed to have died in battle.

2029
Cecille, viewed by the public as a social pariah for allowing an irathient to live within a human household, was confronted by a band of outlaws.

Jack was mortified by the sounds of his mother's pleas as he made his way to the back of the house. There was an abrupt bang followed by laughter before silence filled the house. He heard murmurs echoing through the nearby hall, mentioning, "the boy." Panicked, Jack scanned through the cache of weapons his father left behind in his parents' closet. He readied the nearest and most potent one he could find, a sawed-off shotgun, and waited as the strangers' footsteps grew nearer and louder.

The door burst open and they entered the room. First, they checked under the bed. One of the men commanded another to check the closet. He approached with his eyes affixed on the doorknob. Just as his hands made contact with the door, they were disintegrated with an incredible sound, propelling the man backward into the commanding outlaw.  which propelled him backward into the commanding outlaw. He laid on his back, broken and bloodied, lifting the now visible, splintered bones of his former arms into the air above him. His cries, chortled by the blood filling his lungs, were mere whispers drowned by the ringing heard by all within earshot of the blast.

"My arms... ... That.. son of... aughh... ... bitch... took my... faughh... ... fucking... ..."

The commanding outlaw steadied himself onto his feet and discovered his own bodily alterations.

"Oh shhit... Oh SHHHIT!!"

Jack peered through the hole and saw that fragments of the door's wooden slats had projected themselves into various parts of the room, including its visitors. The sounds of the men now filled the room. Jack looked back down to the cache of weapons, and lifted the barrel of a rifle up into the hole, shifting it to the left side of the room. The men were in chaos. One fumbled around his shrapneled person for his weapon as the others attempted to flea the room. At this very moment, Jack's innate tribal nature overcame him. His eyes brimmed with tears as he lost all sense of pity.

The men laid still, their bodies now peppered with bullet holes. Jack flung the door open. His heart was racing. His arms were still shaking as if he had still been holding the rifle's trigger. He ran to the side of one of the men and took his machete.

Out on the front porch of the house, Jack left each of the men's severed heads hollowed out with a candle burning inside each one to ward off would-be trespassers. He returned inside to mourn for and bury his mother in the backyard. After salvaging what he could from their bodies, he left the remains of the men in a derelict alley to rot in the sun and become feed the crows.

Several days passed and the townsfolk revealed to Jack that he was now no better than the men who killed his mother. They saw what he had done to the men who robbed him of his peace. He knew they feared him, and he decided to move on. He packed up some firearms in a rucksack and took what little else he needed from the belongings stripped from the lifeless outlaws. Finally, the townsfolk built up the courage to have a new, local lawman evict Jack from the house and run him out of town. However, they found the house empty.

Jack left his home with his personal cache of weaponry. He now donned himself in his father's masks and costume projects in order to conceal his identity. He figured if people were going to fear him, why not make the most of it? It was at this moment that he took on the monniker, "Halloween Jack," and this name soon became well known across the Badlands of Nevada.

The Pale Wars continued well into the years that followed. Jack's survival was due in part to becoming a highwayman, scowering the land and preying on its travelers for supplies, ammunition, and the often-necessary replacement vehicle. On several occassions, he did so with an empty shotgun. He figured they didn't need to know they were getting tricked out of their own goods, nor did he see the necessity in using ammunition outside of self-defense, as very few travelers he encountered were armed themselves.