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~( Issorartuyok Handler Profile )~

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Names: Jackson Harper
Nickname(s): Harper, Jax
Genders: Male
Age: 33
Height: 6'1"
Physique: On the slightly stockier side and very fit.
Has a multitude of small scars on his hands and arms from years of farm work. He has two larger scars - one on his right knee and thigh that is a scattering of smaller marks from bomb shrapnel. The second is a long, thin line under his upper left arm from a bullet grazing him. Always has his dog tags somewhere on his person, occasionally worn around his neck.

Right leg missing from just below the knee
Hair Color: Medium brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Items: Hunting knife, military rucksack, Winchester rifle.

Personality:
Raised a ‘down home country man’, Jackson has a very humble, simple sort of charm about him. He is by no means a simple man, but he doesn’t like to brag or boast. He was very fun loving and a bit rowdy as a teenager, but he did mellow out after his military tours. He suffers from PTSD, but he has a strong will and only extreme situations will set him off. He can get a bit of a temper when put in confrontational situations, but it takes a lot for him to lose his cool demeanor. Overall, he's actually a very caring man who loves his place in the tribe and would go to any lengths to protect his newfound home.

Tokotas:

Main Tokos

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History:

0-5: Jax was born in the US Midwest, on flat, sprawling farm off the Texas/Oklahoma border. His father was a working man, having served his time in the military and then buying a plot of land to start a ranch. His mother was a local girl who married young and took up the life of a dedicated housewife. Far from hardworking though, she helped run and maintain the farm while raising Jackson.
5-16: Jax lived a typical country boy upbringing. He was a hard worker when expected, polite and helpful, went to church. But when he could be, he was rowdy. He loved paintball, four wheelers, riding horses and playing football. He dabbled in playing guitar, just something to do around the bonfire on weekends.
17-25: At seventeen Jackson met his first girlfriend, a girl he went to school with. When he failed to get a scholarship for football, he made the decision to join the military, knowing it would be the only way to support his goal of having a family.
He enlisted at eighteen, serving his first tour in the middle east. The tour was, for the most part, uneventful. He learned a lot and found a new drive for this lifestyle. He enjoyed the discipline and the strength he found within himself, along with the tight knit band of brothers he lived with those first four years. He kept faithful to his girl, writing her always to let her know he was safe and coming home.
He was given leave to go home when the tour ended, an experience that changed Jax’s life. He discovered that his girlfriend had moved on with someone else, was married and had a child. His mother had also passed away, leaving his father in a position to retire from ranch life and sell the farm. Feeling like his world had been turned over, Jackson returned to the only place that made him feel like he belonged - the military.
His second tour set the course for his future. He became a marine and dedicated himself to his position with pride. Three years in, his squad was ambushed. He survived the attack with a nasty shrapnel scar to his right knee and a gunshot graze, though the rest of his company hadn’t been so fortunate and were killed in the attack. Jackson still experiences survivors guilt over the attack.
25 - Current: Given a leave, Jackson was shipped home for recovery. With no interest in returning back to his hometown, Jackson struggled to re-integrate into a normal lifestyle. He got an apartment, jumped between jobs and struggled to keep himself together as he fought the craving to return to the military. He attempted to return to college, but failed out when his PTSD prevented him from being able to manage the stress of classes.
As a last resort, Jax hopped on a bus and took to traveling. He did odd jobs for food and a place to rest, working his way across the US. Along the way, he met a fellow retired marine and was told of Alaska - a wild land where he could feel challenged again and avoid the cacophony of industrialized life. There was no doubt, that was where Jackson wanted to go.
He’d learned a lot about different cultures and religions on his tours, but the Native Inuit fascinated him the most. Raised a Christian man, he wasn’t sure how he felt about these ‘spirits’ that the people prayed to, yet he couldn’t help but be drawn to their world. More so, were the large bearlike dogs that these northern people raised and used for work and hunting. With the intention of footing it around the state, Jax set off to learn about the people who chose to still live in a tribal way.

Stumbling across Issorartuyok in mid-winter, Jackson took up residence in one of the 'abandoned' gers to survive the harsh winter. When spring arrived, he was surprised to learn that the large camp was in fact not abandoned, but instead belonged to a migratory tribe. Deciding to settle with the people for a while, Jackson began working for the alphas and soon found his place among them. He was officially welcomed into the tribe through ceremony and is now a permanent resident.

RP History:
{Google doc links are NSFW 18+ only}

Arrival
Unsettled
Bear with me Lord
Misunderstandings
Scars
Ride on the Wild side
Dire Dedication
Too Far Gone
Retribution
In the Shadow of Doubt
Absolution
One of Us
Ardent
For Spirits sake, use protection
Foundations
False Shaman

Lessons Learned
Superstitions
Complicated
Just Getting Started
Paths Less Traveled
Rite of the Hunt

Deployed
Going Home
Ghost

I'm No Hero

The First Step.
First Impressions
Good Intentions
Ready?

(6 month span of time passes while working with Ranger Everill tracking, tagging and studying wild tokotas.)
Determination
Intervention
Like a Shadow
Licking her wounds
Unbelievable
The Next Step
Getting Closer
Shadowing
Just a little bit closer now....
Making progress
Another Night, Another Step Closer...
Trust
Homeward Bound
Running out of Time
Look. Birds.
BYO Moose

Wide Open Spaces
Rise Up | Poacher Patrol

Like Being Blinded By The Sun
Aftertaste

Description

~( Issorartuyok Handler Profile )~

```\```\```\```\```\```\```\```\```\/```/```/```/```/```/```/```/```/```

Names: Jackson Harper
Nickname(s): Harper, Jax
Genders: Male
Age: 33
Height: 6'1"
Physique: On the slightly stockier side and very fit.
Has a multitude of small scars on his hands and arms from years of farm work. He has two larger scars - one on his right knee and thigh that is a scattering of smaller marks from bomb shrapnel. The second is a long, thin line under his upper left arm from a bullet grazing him. Always has his dog tags somewhere on his person, occasionally worn around his neck.

Right leg missing from just below the knee
Hair Color: Medium brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Items: Hunting knife, military rucksack, Winchester rifle.

Personality:
Raised a ‘down home country man’, Jackson has a very humble, simple sort of charm about him. He is by no means a simple man, but he doesn’t like to brag or boast. He was very fun loving and a bit rowdy as a teenager, but he did mellow out after his military tours. He suffers from PTSD, but he has a strong will and only extreme situations will set him off. He can get a bit of a temper when put in confrontational situations, but it takes a lot for him to lose his cool demeanor. Overall, he's actually a very caring man who loves his place in the tribe and would go to any lengths to protect his newfound home.

Tokotas:

Main Tokos

-------

History:

0-5: Jax was born in the US Midwest, on flat, sprawling farm off the Texas/Oklahoma border. His father was a working man, having served his time in the military and then buying a plot of land to start a ranch. His mother was a local girl who married young and took up the life of a dedicated housewife. Far from hardworking though, she helped run and maintain the farm while raising Jackson.
5-16: Jax lived a typical country boy upbringing. He was a hard worker when expected, polite and helpful, went to church. But when he could be, he was rowdy. He loved paintball, four wheelers, riding horses and playing football. He dabbled in playing guitar, just something to do around the bonfire on weekends.
17-25: At seventeen Jackson met his first girlfriend, a girl he went to school with. When he failed to get a scholarship for football, he made the decision to join the military, knowing it would be the only way to support his goal of having a family.
He enlisted at eighteen, serving his first tour in the middle east. The tour was, for the most part, uneventful. He learned a lot and found a new drive for this lifestyle. He enjoyed the discipline and the strength he found within himself, along with the tight knit band of brothers he lived with those first four years. He kept faithful to his girl, writing her always to let her know he was safe and coming home.
He was given leave to go home when the tour ended, an experience that changed Jax’s life. He discovered that his girlfriend had moved on with someone else, was married and had a child. His mother had also passed away, leaving his father in a position to retire from ranch life and sell the farm. Feeling like his world had been turned over, Jackson returned to the only place that made him feel like he belonged - the military.
His second tour set the course for his future. He became a marine and dedicated himself to his position with pride. Three years in, his squad was ambushed. He survived the attack with a nasty shrapnel scar to his right knee and a gunshot graze, though the rest of his company hadn’t been so fortunate and were killed in the attack. Jackson still experiences survivors guilt over the attack.
25 - Current: Given a leave, Jackson was shipped home for recovery. With no interest in returning back to his hometown, Jackson struggled to re-integrate into a normal lifestyle. He got an apartment, jumped between jobs and struggled to keep himself together as he fought the craving to return to the military. He attempted to return to college, but failed out when his PTSD prevented him from being able to manage the stress of classes.
As a last resort, Jax hopped on a bus and took to traveling. He did odd jobs for food and a place to rest, working his way across the US. Along the way, he met a fellow retired marine and was told of Alaska - a wild land where he could feel challenged again and avoid the cacophony of industrialized life. There was no doubt, that was where Jackson wanted to go.
He’d learned a lot about different cultures and religions on his tours, but the Native Inuit fascinated him the most. Raised a Christian man, he wasn’t sure how he felt about these ‘spirits’ that the people prayed to, yet he couldn’t help but be drawn to their world. More so, were the large bearlike dogs that these northern people raised and used for work and hunting. With the intention of footing it around the state, Jax set off to learn about the people who chose to still live in a tribal way.

Stumbling across Issorartuyok in mid-winter, Jackson took up residence in one of the 'abandoned' gers to survive the harsh winter. When spring arrived, he was surprised to learn that the large camp was in fact not abandoned, but instead belonged to a migratory tribe. Deciding to settle with the people for a while, Jackson began working for the alphas and soon found his place among them. He was officially welcomed into the tribe through ceremony and is now a permanent resident.

RP History:
{Google doc links are NSFW 18+ only}

Arrival
Unsettled
Bear with me Lord
Misunderstandings
Scars
Ride on the Wild side
Dire Dedication
Too Far Gone
Retribution
In the Shadow of Doubt
Absolution
One of Us
Ardent
For Spirits sake, use protection
Foundations
False Shaman

Lessons Learned
Superstitions
Complicated
Just Getting Started
Paths Less Traveled
Rite of the Hunt

Deployed
Going Home
Ghost

I'm No Hero

The First Step.
First Impressions
Good Intentions
Ready?

(6 month span of time passes while working with Ranger Everill tracking, tagging and studying wild tokotas.)
Determination
Intervention
Like a Shadow
Licking her wounds
Unbelievable
The Next Step
Getting Closer
Shadowing
Just a little bit closer now....
Making progress
Another Night, Another Step Closer...
Trust
Homeward Bound
Running out of Time
Look. Birds.
BYO Moose

Wide Open Spaces
Rise Up | Poacher Patrol

Like Being Blinded By The Sun
Aftertaste