My Name: Jack Sorell, at your service

My Personality:

Long ago, I was a scallywag pirate in a relationship with the sea, but since going through the portal that brought me to Lav, I inhabit a new identity. I still have my fiery wanderlust, impertinent charisma, spontaneous cleverness, and chaotic unpredictability, but I now channel it all through creating whatever seizes my heart and being a staunch activist for liberation and hedonism. Though I'm laid-back, agreeable, and easily distracted, I've set my course on my values, and no strong wave can alter me.

My Birthday:

Beginning of December back in 1750, but logistically, 1989

Species/Cultural Identity:

Human through and through, though apparently I’m a Larran Glow because I can do their magic

My Gender Orientation:

Eughhhh… cisn’t man? I wear dresses, skirts, flowy pants—I take being mistaken for a woman as flattery. And how to refer to me? I’m truly fine with whatever, but prefer he/him

My Sexuality:

Pansexual; I look for flavor, art, personality, not bodies

My Disabilities/Conditions:

Hyperactive ADHD, dyspraxia, and poor sleeping habits

Physical Description:

Oh, well, I stretch up to 5'10", give or take a sneeze. For my frame, imagine a plumpened beanpole that grew arms and legs. I have dazzingly deep brown eyes, like a well-brewed cup of coffee if I do say so myself. My dark brown hair has an untamable wave to it and likes to tickle my shoulders when I'm not overstimulated enough to gather it up. My skin looks lightly baked (I was left out in the sun a tad too long). Right, and I can't forget to mention my mustache and goatee—it's like I'm auditioning for the Three Musketeers or something of the sort. I also had the sparrow tattoo redone on my arm in this new life, for I felt so blank without it.

My Relationships:

I love who I love, and my list of lovers happens to include Lav, Pope, Logan, Sara, and recently, Charlton. I also have in my care my darling Horny, a speckled brown-and-white chicken with a plucky spirit.

My Hobbies/Interests:

Anything creative, darlings: literary, artistic, musical, fashion, beauty; I do it all. As a hippie, hedonist, and wanderer, I’m the go-to weed man in the family.

My Canon Backstory:

In fittingly dramatic fashion, I came into this world amidst the tumultuous waves of a feroccious typhoon, the offspring of a fearsome pirate lord and a South Asian woman. My youth was a dance across the high seas as I embraced the recklessness of a pirate's life. Eventually, I sought a more legitimate path, stepping into the role of merchant, only to be bound in contract to a vile lord who saw people as commodities in his pursuit of riches. It was with him that I drew my line in the sand. I liberated the enslaved people I was ordered to transport, but the price for my rebellion earned me a pirate brand, irrevocably searing my fate back to a life of piracy. In addition, the brutal flames of retribution consumed my beloved ship, The Wicked Wench. In a desperate, foolish gamble, I struck a deal with Davy Jones, trading my soul for her resurrection, and from the ashes arose her darker reincarnation—The Black Pearl.

For a time, I thrived as a notorious pirate, my legend growing day by day, until the winds of betrayal swept in when my first mate left me marooned on an island. A myriad of wild escapades ensued—tales that have captivated many on the grand screen—but those are mere threads in the larger fabric of my story. Sometime before the fifth installment of my source (which decidedly did not happen to me), a tantalizing magical portal sprouted up before me. Testing fate's whims, I tossed a coin to make my choice and ventured forth to discover the secrets within.

That portal transported me to a surreal dream where I became entwined in an extraordinary starcrossed romance with Lav spanning across centuries, ending in the modern day. Upon its conclusion, the portal spat me out, winding me back to my twenty-somethings where I faced the challenge of adapting to this whole new life. Embracing all the technological advances, I proceeded to explore adventures of the more terrestrial sort—I became an activist and a free-spirited hippie, partaking of many substances under the sun and taking full advantage of the concept of "free love". At some point, I acquired my caravan as my landship home, a roaming sanctuary I cherish to this day.

During one of my many road trips, slightly inebriated, I serendipitously stumbled into a local farmer's market and became the proud owner of a sassy lady chicken I affectionately named Hornrietta—Horny for short (a choice that struck me as wildly humorous in my drunken haze, and even now brings me a smile). Around this time, my passion for art and writing flourished, allowing me to cultivate a modest yet gratifying career. However, through it all, I felt a profound energy looming on the horizon, resonating with the echoes of my dream life experiences. That mystifying presence turned out to be Lav and Mel.

My Bond Backstory:

After having the aforementioned dream, Lav experienced a whirlwind of overwhelming bond feels for a character she had hardly paid heed to in the past, and it sent her into a panicked frenzy. Nevertheless, the feelings persisted, and eventually, she overcame her fears and reached out to me. It was rather a challenge in the beginning—poor Mel just didn't resonate with me the way Lav did, which made it difficult for Mel to establish enough of a connection to front me. However, with time, practice, and a consistent focus on all the intricacies that make me who I am, we gradually found our rhythm. Unfortunately, the struggles didn't end there: I was Lav's first new partner aside from Damien, and the established family of bonds weren't inclined to trust a commitment-phobic free spirit and former pirate who had literally dropped in and rocked the boat. Logan in particular was especially suspicious of me and gave me quite a rough time.

Due to my inability to fit in and fear of cocking up a good thing, I thought it best to quietly take my leave in the night. As I did, Lav was giving a thorough tongue-lashing to Logan and the rest of the family for their inhospitable atmosphere. When they finally discovered I had slipped away, it was Logan who took it upon himself to track me down and bring me home. When he dragged me back, I was in a pitiful state—sad, broken, and dispirited, longing desperately for the alluring promise of Lav's heart but absolutely too terrified to take it. However, after several heartfelt and spiritual petitions, an apology from Logan, and a promise from both him and Lav that they intended to carve out a place for me to belong if I was ready to take it, I finally found peace in settling down and becoming a part of this crew.