McDowell, Jace Feb 17, 2020 21:15:05 GMT
Post by Jace McDowell on Feb 17, 2020 21:15:05 GMT
Jace Alexander McDowell
Jace is flirtatious and likes to have fun and joke around. He is rather charming and charismatic when he wants to be. While he does have a more serious demeanor when the situation calls for it he doesn't often take himself too seriously. He doesn't trust others easily given his past trauma and is often wary of others though he rarely shows it. Instead he uses his humor as a coping method to deal with all of the horror in his regular life. There are very few people that actually know his story as it isn't something that he shares with others. Jace can be rather aggressive at times and has a wicked temper when he is pushed or when he sees innocents being harmed.
Jace’s life started out about as normal as could be. He was born to two loving parents, had good friends and went to a good school. When he finished school he joined the police force wanting to serve and protect others who couldn’t protect themselves. During his training he became close to a few other cadets though none quite as much a Daniela. He had befriended her brother, Johnathon prior to joining the academy. During their training he and Daniela would often push each other even becoming rather competitive at times in order to drive each other to do their best. Once they’d both graduated they were out celebrating with a few of the other cadets and their families, including Johnathon. In the following days Jace noticed that Johnathon was acting strangely though thought it best to keep his suspicions from Daniela. One night he happened to encounter Johnathon feeding on someone and tried to stop him. Jace had no knowledge about the supernatural though it was the only thing that made sense. He began to withdraw from Daniela as he poured into research trying to find out all he could from folklore and legends. The more he read the more he felt the need to try and help save others from these creatures. Nearly two months after the first encounter he ran into Johnathon again only this time he was prepared. He didn’t want to kill his friend but he showed no signs of remorse and in the end Jace did what he had to do.
As if having to kill his friend wasn’t bad enough, he was forced to clean the scene and make it look like a mugging gone wrong. The worst part, however, was having to deliver the news to Daniela about her brother being dead. Afterwards he had difficulty just being around her and not being able to tell her what really happened. There was also the increasing urge to go out and try to help others dealing with such creatures and in the end he decided that it would be better if he left. He went hunting on his own for several years, moving from station to station as a freelance detective for his cover. That was, however, until he began to realize that not all supernatural beings were bad, not all harmed others as he’d originally thought. When he encountered other like-minded officers who’d come to the same realizations as he had when it came to the supernatural world. He was told of a prison, a place where troubled supernatural beings, especially werewolves, who happened to have had bad encounters with the law. One such person being a young werewolf that he’d been tracking to bring in.
Jace worked as a guard at the prison for years though when he heard word of the wolf who’d recently been released skipping town and violating his parole Jace decided to take it upon himself to track the boy down. He’d tried to look out for him and the others while they’d been locked up and he didn’t want to see the boy going back down the wrong path when he seemed to have changed for the better. Hearing that he had last been spotted in New Orleans, Jace continued to track him, making his own way to the city though he never would have thought he would end up crossing paths with Daniela again. He knew that he couldn’t let her distract him from why he had come to the city, nor could he tell her the truth about what happened years earlier after graduation. She was better off being left in the dark about the world that he’d come to discover though the longer he remained within the city limits the more he began to discover about the supernaturals that called the city home. He hadn’t planned on staying, simply returning the young werewolf back to Seattle where he was supposed to be until his parole was lifted.
For years Jace had been living on the road moving from town to town hunting any supernatural creature that caused harm to innocents. He liked to think that he’d become somewhat of an expert on them though it wasn’t as though he hadn’t had a few close calls now and again. That hardly meant that he would give up the fight. While he’d settled down for a little while, becoming a guard at a prison for supernaturals, he still took the time to go out to hunt whenever he was able to. It was a dangerous way to live but he’d made it his own personal mission to help others in ways that he simply couldn’t do being an official police officer in any one city. Seattle was different though, given the work that he was doing in trying to reform those caught breaking the law who needed guidance. Still, he found himself missing the road, missing the thrill of the hunt so when he received word that one of the wolves who’d recently been released had skipped town he volunteered to track him down and bring him back to face the consequences.
He hit the road, tracking down any leads that he was able to pick up though the boy always seemed to slip away just before Jace was able to catch up with him. The latest information that he’d received on the wolf’s whereabouts had been New Orleans which happened to be exactly where Jace was heading. Every now and again along the way he’d ended up stopping to help someone out though only if he happened to pick up on an attack along his way. The others would have to be left to the other hunters that he’d crossed paths with throughout the years. He’d met several other hunters, others who’d made hunting their lives work and others like him who walked the fine line between the law and doing what needed to be done.
As he entered the city he decided that the best place to start his search was the police station. He was still technically an officer of the law even if he happened to hunt more than serve with any precinct. Nearing the station he pulled over into the parking lot to park before climbing out of his car. He rarely wore a uniform, however, preferring to remain undercover. Heading inside he made his way directly to the front desk. “I need to speak to the chief,” he said, his hand reaching into the inside pocket of his leather jacket to pull out his badge and show the officer in front of him. “It’s come to my attention that you have a fugitive in the city that I’ve been sent to collect. Call him, I’ll wait.” Moving back away from the desk he headed toward the chairs generally used by criminals waiting to be processed and took a seat.
He waited, watching those who came and went though his thoughts were elsewhere. That was, at least, until he happened to catch the sound of an all too familiar voice. His head shot up, whipping around to behind the desk he spotted her. For a moment he debated simply standing up and walking out but he had work to do. When his name was called he stood and followed the officer to the back, pausing briefly as he neared Daniela. “Officer Blake,” he said by way of greeting, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He flashed a grin at her, nodding his head ever so slightly before he continued on to follow the officer as she led him to the Chief’s office. He didn’t know the city so any help he could get in tracking the boy down he would take.
credit to Laura of Adox