Jacob "Jack" Ortega Baldwin

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Jacob "Jack" Ortega Baldwin
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On Game As: Ashengard
Played By: Nick Cave
Concept: Wandering Lost
Date of Birth: 04 Dec 1989
Apparent Age: 25
Occupation: Cleaner
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Gluttony

Freehold: None
Motley: None


I waged war in a fiery blaze, I found peace in a purple haze. 
My angels and my demons they don't know their place. 
Ready or not they're gonna come out, and play.

— In This Moment

Good For Nothing, Nothing of Good

      

He was eight when he ran away from St. Genevieve’s Orphanage, eight and three months when Mr. Albuquerque gave him a job at his bodega doing stock work; eight and a half when the police eventually tracked him down and dumped Jacob back to the orphanage. Twelve when he got adopted, twelve and seven months when the family asked for their refund.

From then on a few more couples tried, they never got past the interview phase, Jacob wouldn’t let them; he was better off with what he knew and what he knew gave him freedom. He could endure Mrs. Westworth, her once brutal hands were going soft with age, he knew the routine of the convent well enough to sneak whenever he wanted – take a walk ‘round the city, workshop on getting some real chances at life, not vying for a rescue or a miracle that would never come.

His emancipation came when some buddies came to pick him up from the orphanage exactly at midday of his 21st birthday, saying their jolly good mornings to the nuns, cat-calling Jack until he got inside the damn car — a crowded, beaten down red paint chipped 83's Volkswagen Passat full of beer smelling punks — about to get that much crowded with his backpack of meager possessions and Jack's tall lanky self. Hooting their farewells and He never wants to see you again you hag! at nun Westworth, they peeled off down the streets of El Paso, a city Jack had decided he never wanted to be seen in again.

Somewhere, somehow, he'd make a name for himself and forget all about his meager beginnings.

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Contacts

  • Abigail Westworth — nun of British heritage and primary caretaker of Jacob Ortega Baldwin
  • Alexander Family — employee
  • Mr. Albuquerque — stout grey hair and bearded Portuguese man with a mighty appetite and even mightier rap sheet
  • Petra Riley Green — a little fox he used to know, from somewhere else. Somewhere terrible that humans cannot abide. He wants to see her again

Soundtrack

Dead Weight - PVRIS

If we start cracking at the center
I won't let it break
Hold it together through the weather, it's my DNA
So sick of being your giver
Throwing my soul away
All give, no take
Look what you started
You're turning me heartless
I'm trying my hardest
If I'm being honest
I can't take it over and over
Dead weight hanging off of my shoulder
Nothing changes I'm getting colder
Dead weight hanging off of my shoulders

To Be Alone - 5 Finger Death Punch

So tell me, how does it feel to know that no one is coming?
No one is running
When you hit the ground (you hit the ground)
How does it feel to know that no one's around you?
No one will be there
When you hit the ground (you hit the ground)
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be alone?
Well, now that I've got you here and you're all alone
Is there anyone you need…

Here Come the Vultures - Delain

I once had an understanding that everything would go my way
But now we've come too far along for me to hold on to my own beliefs
I'm not in it for the fun of it but for the pain
I'm not at all interested in your temporary fame
I just want to see you stare
As I lay my soul bare for you
To crush upon with heavy feet
I'm in it for the beat
Stranger the faces
Stranger the places
They're becoming us
Here come the vultures
Here come the vultures
Heading over us

The Haunting - Kamelot

Somewhere in time
I will find you and haunt you again
Like the wind sweeps the earth
Somewhere in time
When no virtues are left to defend
You've fallen deep
I was a liar in every debate
I rule the forces that fuelled your hate
When the cold in my heart leaves
It comes to an end
And quietly I'll go to sleep

Covered by Roses - Within Temptation

We built our castles high
Turned our dreams to gold
We took the blows with pride
Went through it all
The dawn is closing in
New tales are told
This rhapsody of life
In a way, I guess we all know
Covered by roses
When this dance is over
We all know all beauty will die

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + the Machine

And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
You've been holding on a long time
And all this longing
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us

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