Jack is not anything other than an immortal that can learn different abilities. He is the only Immortal he can not pass on anything, he is alone,

Thinking

Voicing power

"Demonic voice"

"speaking"

You know I have been around for quite some time, centuries in fact. I've seen a lot of people be called heroes, in the end they all died. I hated my immortality, I still hate it I watch those I care for age and die. I still don't know why I exist, why I have this twisted curse.

"Things always happen for a reason."

That's what she had told me when it all started…. I don't know why I keep going, maybe I'm try to hold on to some semblance of hope… that she was right. Hope. Yeah that's a hard thing to hold on to when you've tried over 100 suicide options. Don't judge me! I got low, I wanted it to end but it wont!

Anyway!

It isn't all bad, I just… well I can't die sooo… there's that. I can do stuff… um I'm not sure how to describe it as anything other than energy manipulation, transformation, telekinesis. I'm still learning new tricks though…

Who am I? Wait I didn't say?

Well I should probably introduce myself, my name is Jack, nothing more nothing less. When you're a drifter you stop caring about a lot, names included… rules as well. I do what I want because I can, do I care if other people don't like what I do? No! Fuck no!

So… where am I today… let me tell you.

Jack sat on a branch in an extremely tall tree, he had on a tattered grey hoodie that had been patched from the years of wearing it. His pants weren't in much better alcondition so he looked like an extremely annoyed, hobo with the sexiest body ever. He was annoyed because he needed to get supplies and new clothes. Meaning he had to go to a town or city, he did this every time he ran out. And every time he hated how the world was when he… stopped by.

Last time was when he got caught in a forest fire… in 1941, and all he could hear was shit about Hitler and the Nazis.

"Let's see if it got any better since last time." he leaned forward allowing himself to fall, in the middle of his fall he blurred out of sight…

…and reappeared in an alley in Boston, Massachusetts. It was raining and dark out, but he barely noticed he just saw how different things were since he was last in Boston. American Civil war. After that he left America for New Zealand. Though things seemed to have changed, a lot.

He walked out of the alley and started trying to look for somewhere that sold the supplies he would need or he'll just find someplace to stay, he didn't need to go away.

'Boston really changed since last time,' Jack thought as he passed by a bar people were laughing smiles were on faces, it looked like a good time so he went in.

He walked up to the bar, the bartender looked at him as he sat down, "What'll it be?"

"Whisky, Jack Daniels," he said and she pulled out a bottle and a glass, she poured it and left to go to other customers. He pulled his hood down, and deadpanned as his dark brown hair with red highlights fell in front of his face. He hadn't had a haircut in over… 40 years. He pulled the pack he had on his shoulder around and pulled out a hair tie and tied up his hair. He looked to his right to see the woman next to him was looking at him strangely, she had wavy black hair and dark eyes, she was really pretty to be honest.

Jack smirked glancing at her drink, as it began to float in the air her attention off him and on the floating glass. In fact everyone was staring at the supernatural event that was Jack messing with people because he didn't like being stared at. It was rude.

He downed the glass and moved over to the woman getting close enough so only she could hear him, "you know you shouldn't stare, it's rude…," he started walking away and the glass followed, it floated next to him as he grabbed it and downed it. "Here that should cover a few more drinks," he tossed a chunk of gold the size of a golf ball to the bartender, she looked at it with wide eyes. Jack left after that.

The woman looked at the door and then at her glass that was on the table behind her, now empty, then back at the door, then to her mother next to her before speaking, "That just happened right?"

Her mother nodded.

"The glass floated, and that guy with the weird hair and white eyes."

Again nod.

….

{With Jack}

"You know I guess things have changed a lot maybe for the better, could be fun to hang around," he was talking to a stray cat that was sitting in his lap, it had jet black fur and magenta eyes, the funny thing about this cat was he had seen it many times over the years. She always seemed to find him, Hong Kong, Venice, Cairo, Queensland, it had gotten to the point that the cat was an old friend.

"Nyaa," the cat meowed out making Jack laugh he was talking to a cat and the cat talks back. Was he crazy? No he could just understand animals to some extent.

"what would you know about that?" He countered her statement.

Oh by the way, the cat, her name is Sakura.

"Mow-meow-nya!"

"Oh so now your gonna tell me this important fact, you know that I'm like what 400 plus years older than you, Kitten. A little trust between us friends would be nice," Jack said pointing a finger at Sakura who rolled her eyes at him and hopped onto his shoulder, Jack stood up and started walking toward what he thought was the red light district of Boston. New apartment.