Name:

Jax Monroe

Age:

24

Gender:

Male

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Physical Features and Characteristics: • Pale, nearly porcelain skin with faint pink undertones • Spiked jet-black hair, styled into a chaotic fauxhawk • Black-out eyes when worn — like looking into an abyss • Tattoos creep up the side of his scalp, written in a dead language • Pierced ears with a mix of studs and rings • Lean but wiry — like a street brawler who lives fast and hits hard • Subtle scars on his lips and brow, souvenirs from countless fights

Family: • Estranged Father: A preacher who disowned him • Mother: Unknown — rumored to be part of a cult or commune • No siblings, but surrounded by a gang who called themselves The Static Saints

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Hobbies: • Underground punk music — former lead vocalist of Ghoul Radio • Parkour across city rooftops • Vandalism and street art with subliminal occult messages • Urban exploration of sewers, abandoned subways, and forgotten tunnels • Tarot reading — but only for himself, claiming others’ fates are “boring”

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Backstory:

Jax was the face and fury of the punk underground scene — a living rebellion with a mic. But he wasn’t just screaming into the void — his lyrics contained real, arcane sigils disguised as wordplay. He was a vessel for an urban cult that sought to immortalize rebellion itself.

During a final ritual masked as a concert riot, Jax was betrayed — his bandmates sacrificed him to anchor his essence into a synthetic vessel: the mask you now hold. They wanted his defiance, his rage, to never die.

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The Life You’ll Inherit:

Wear the mask, and you: • Inherit his street cred across punk and urban occult circles • Gain contact with The Static Saints, now older, stranger, but still loyal • Feel compelled to climb, deface, and shout truth to power — whether literal or arcane • Can tap into the Riot Echo, a supernatural scream that shatters glass and bone alike when truly enraged

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Effects When You Put It On: • Your voice gets raspy, every word drips with punk bravado • Tattoos slither faintly beneath your skin as if alive • Music sounds different — deeper, layered with whispers and warnings • Your stamina spikes, but so does your aggression and impulsiveness • Under stress, your heart beats like a drumline at a war march

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What Happens If You Keep It On Too Long: • You stop sleeping — only needing to “pass out” during loud music or chaos • Food loses taste unless it’s raw, spicy, or alcoholic • You start hearing the city breathe — its pipes, its hums, its whispers of forgotten souls • Jax’s personality bleeds into yours — sarcastic, reckless, and prone to start fights just for the thrill • After 48 hours, you risk becoming the new vessel of rebellion, where your identity starts burning away, leaving only Jax with your memories

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How He Became a Mask:

A mix of punk anarchism and occult alchemy — his soul bonded into the silicone-like shell through sound, blood, and ink. His mask isn’t just worn — it rides you, hungry for more rebellion, more upheaval.

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Bonus:

Jax can sometimes speak to you through reflective surfaces, offering bad advice, punk philosophy, or the occasional useful warning. Ignore him at your peril.

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So…

Do you become a living riot — or do you lock it away