Height: 6' 1" |
Hair: Brown |
Weight: 216 lbs |
Eyes: Sapphire |
The Legend is a tall and athletically muscular of unusually pleasing appearance. Women find him wholesomely appealing while men find him square jawed and honest looking; it is a rare person that looks upon him without reaction. His features are extremely regular, his hair light brown, and his eyes are a disturbingly bright sapphire color. When not in his "official" capacity, Jack often wears a pair of blue jeans and a matching denim jacket over a blue unmarked t-shirt, with practical work boots. He looks like a regular guy in other words, and his "just folks" appearance is part of his charm.
When "on the hero clock" he wears a classically simple blue costume with a red half-cape and a gold sash. It's retro styling might look bafoonish or pretentious on some less majestic hero, but for some reason looks exactly right on the resolute and noble looking Legend. When using his powers he seems to be surrounded by some sort of bluish energy field, and his sapphire eyes seem to loom enormous and mesmerizing. Many a hero and villain alike have been stopped in their tracks by the certainty that they are in the presense of greatness, and the camera absolutely adores him -- not a few Bostonian teenage girls have posters of The Legend pinned to their walls, and the press is always happy to waste tape on him. |
Jack Westlake is surprisingly cheerful, friendly, reverent, kind, and not nearly as arrogant or self-assured as people might expect. His childhood was not easy, and his apprenticeship under The Master was often painful as the ancient mystic instilled an iron discipline in Jack and left no room for back sliding. He was held to a higher standard than others that sought the Master's guidance, but eventually Jack came to understand why.
Still, growing up within the New Circle taught Jack more of the world of magic than most men would ever know, and gave him hints as to the truth behind his own powers.
He lives by a heroic code that seems to be ingrained into his very soul. He does not lie, steal, break his freely given word, or turn his back on those in need. When not using his powers to fight mystical threats, he heals those he can at free clinics and in those emergency rooms where his help will be accepted (though experience with those on whom his powers simply will not work distresses him unutterably).
Jack does not maintain a secret identity, as his almost compulsive honesty would make such a thing impossible. Rather than attempt to lie, Jack will simply remain silent when pressed on issues about which he does not wish to speak. |
"Vague and mysterious goes with the job, I'm afraid." |
Jack Westlake is a font of magical energy. Unlike most mystics that learn to focus and channel mystic power from elsewhere, there is a wellspring of vast capacity buried deep in Jack's pattern. The Master knows Jack's true nature, and some other experienced mystics have suspected it, but Jack himself only knows that he may release this energy for a wide variety of effects, effectively anything he can think of that is accomplishable via magic. Channeling power in this fashion is very tiring for Jack, as he is in effect fueling his powers with his very essense, but the sheer breadth of his capabilities ensures that he is among the most powerful of superhumans.
Some of his common and regualarly used abilities include overcoming the earthly bounds of gravity, moving over two hundred feet in the blink of an eye, healing himself and others, seeing that which others never see through matter and mysticism alike, releasing blasts of powerful innate Magic, and even moving himself slightly out of synch with normal waking reality to become invulnerable to all mundane harm. He can also strengthen either himself or another with effort, though the potent forces released are a drain to both himself and any recipients. Versus other mystics he can project his natural magic outward to disrupt their magic, ensnare magickers in bonds of pure mystical force, and even to lend protection to others from magical harm. He can even channel some of his soul into semi-intelligent mystical missiles that will seek out a target nigh unerringly.
However, he can do far more than that; he is limited only by his ability to imagine an effect and marshal his essense to make his will a reality.
Against most foes Legend will fight much like a flying blaster, keeping his distance and projecting pure magical force from his eyes, but ill betides those who seek to draw close to him, for his magic is even more potent up close. Versus mystical opponents, Legend will try to nullify their most obvious effects, ensnare them in mystic bonds, or take advantage of his likely superior physical prowess. |
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