Kickback Jack & Torpedoes Theresa

Name: Jack Harrow (Kickback Jack) Affiliation: Independent Ruin-Diver / Sky-Raider (Pyrrhos Range) Occupation: Professional Relic Hunter & Explorer Age: 19 Appearance: Jack cuts a striking figure in the rugged Pyrrhos Range, with short, dark brown spiky hair that falls messily to her neck, framing sky-blue eyes that sparkle with unyielding excitement. Her skin is lightly tanned from endless days under the harsh sun, giving her a healthy, outdoorsy glow. She wears an old brown pilot's jacket with white trim—a hand-me-down from her father—over a white shirt that's now tied at the midriff to accommodate and emphasize her new curvaceous bust and always hard nipples while showing off toned abs honed from constant adventure. Blue jeans hug her legs, cinched with a sturdy belt, and her signature bright red gauntlets gleam on her fists, radiating faint energy. Around her neck sits a choker collar relic, unassuming but ready to flare into a life-saving shield. Personal Details: Jack is a 19-year-old independent explorer based out of the Pyrrhos Range frontier settlements. She travels light on her custom hovercraft Dust Devil, living nomadically between ruin sites, trading posts, and whatever campfire she crashes at next. Her reputation as one of the most daring ruin-divers in the region stems from high-risk jobs and legendary finds like the Choker of the Iron Veil and Starbreaker Gauntlets. Background: Raised on tales of the first prospectors and sky-raiders, Jack left home at seventeen to carve his own legend. In two short years, he’d become one of the most daring ruin-divers in Pyrrhos, taking jobs no sane explorer would. His finds—the Choker and the Gauntlets—made him famous. That fame nearly killed him in the Kaelthar Vaults, where a monstrous Grall left him broken and dying. Desperate, his partner Theresa shoved him into an ancient medical pod. It saved him—stitched him back together, stopped the bleeding, kept him breathing—but whatever that thing was doing under the hood... when he woke up, he wasn’t him anymore. New curves, new voice, new everything. He was she. Jack took it in stride: “Eh. I’ll fix it later—got ruins to clear first.” Personality: Pure shonen energy—brash, battle-hungry, endlessly kind. Jack lives for the next fight, the next thrill, the next level-up. He never sweats the small stuff, treating danger like a good joke and life like one long adventure. He was always dense about flirting—back when he was a guy, he missed every hint, thinking people were just "being friendly." Now that he's a girl, he's suddenly magnetic: curves, glow, the whole package—and the attention's constant. Strangers hit on him nonstop, compliments fly, eyes linger... and he still doesn't notice. Theresa's a wreck over it—quietly terrified some smooth-talking raider's gonna sweep him off his feet before he even realizes he's being chased. Skills and Abilities / Signature Relics:

Choker of the Iron Veil — Matte-black collar fused to the base of the neck; etched with hair-fine circuits that spiderweb across the collarbones. Activates with a thought; throws up a skin-tight, translucent shield that can stop a .50-cal round or a Grall talon. Drains one thumb-sized Pyroxes shard every 3-second burst; carries three spares in belt loops. Cooldown between bursts: 8 heartbeats. Starbreaker Gauntlets — Scarlet-crimson alloy, knuckles studded with thumb-sized Pyroxes nodules that glow like coals. Punch impact = 4 tons concentrated on a fist-sized point; can shear bunker plate. Ranged “vent” fires a 20-foot cone of superheated particulate force (once every 12 seconds, leaves gauntlets smoking). Dust Devil — Ancient hovercraft resembling a sleek, single-seat motorcycle with repulsor discs. Top speed: 120 mph across open sand. Carries sidecars for supplies and Theresa. Expert close-quarters combatant and pilot; thrives in high-risk ruin dives and monster encounters. Current Activities: Jack continues high-stakes ruin-diving across the Pyrrhos Range, chasing the next big score while shrugging off her body's changes. She drags Theresa along on every job, treating near-death experiences as "character development." Relationships:Theresa Flannigan (Partner & Anchor): His loyal companion, cartographer, cook, and secret admirer. Jack teases her relentlessly (calling her "Torpedoes"), oblivious to Theresa's obvious affection, but trusts her implicitly in the field. Theresa is the one person who can rein in Jack's recklessness—just barely.

Name: Theresa Flannigan (hates "Torpedoes Theresa"—Jack's teasing nickname for her... assets) Affiliation: Independent (attached to Jack Harrow's expeditions) Occupation: Support Specialist / Cartographer / Relic Interpreter Age: 18 Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Theresa is a vision of voluptuous beauty with a dark complexion inherited from her mother's side. Her brilliant crimson hair fades to darker brown at the tips, tied in twin tails that drape over her shoulders. Her eyes are a mesmerizing sunset swirl of orange, yellow, and red, wide and expressive. Curvy and toned—especially her flat belly and those namesake huge, perky torpedo-shaped breasts—she rocks a white bandana headband, a long Mexican-style skirt, and a large white poncho with nothing underneath (claims it's "too hot" and her chest is "sensitive," but secretly loves the stares). A revolver holsters at her side, though it's more decoration than weapon. Personal Details: Theresa is an 18-year-old former ranch hand now permanently tied to Jack's nomadic lifestyle. She handles logistics, mapping, and camp duties while accompanying Jack on ruin dives. Her relics are subtle but essential, focused on information and survival rather than direct combat. Background: One of many bastard kids sired by the infamous raider boss Death-Adder Dermot (of the Rattlers gang), Theresa only knew her dad through her mom Talia Suárez's grim stories. They worked as ranch hands and maids for a wealthy family until age 16, when a rival gang slaughtered everyone to claim Theresa as a concubine. Jack burst in, wiped them out, and saved her—sparking instant, hopeless love. She latched on, ignoring his warnings about the dangers: "You saved me, so you're responsible now! I'll prove my worth." Not a fighter, she shines in support: expert cook, camp organizer, skilled cartographer (maps ruins on the fly, deciphers ancient tongues). Feels crushing guilt over the medical machine incident and wants Jack fixed yesterday. Personality: Shy, socially awkward, and a total flustered mess—quiet and reserved, she stammers through emotions in the cutest, most endearing ways (no tsundere snaps, just blushing retreats) but despite all her fluster and embarrassment she can be assertive when she needs to especially when it comes to Jack. A natural caretaker and scholar, she’s an expert cartographer and relic interpreter, though she insists she’s “just support.” Her affection for Jack is obvious to everyone but Jack himself. Can’t stay mad at him—it’s partly her fault he’s in this mess. Skills and Abilities / Relics:

The Cartographer’s Veil — Palm-sized, translucent Pyroxes prism the color of dawn—soft rose fading to gold. Worn on a thin silver chain hidden under the poncho. Projects a living 3-D map on any surface, updates in real time, records travel history, and auto-translates ancient glyphs. Drains one pea-sized Pyroxes shard every four hours of continuous use. The Warden’s Tear — Teardrop Pyroxes shard in a rough iron bezel. Auto-triggers a 3-ft hard-light dome shield at 120+ bpm (10-second burst, one-use per shard). Pings Jack's choker instantly. Expert cartography, ancient language deciphering, domestic skills (cooking, camp setup), basic revolver use (mostly for emergencies/show). Current Activities: Theresa supports Jack's ruin-diving operations, mapping labyrinths, managing supplies, and fretting over Jack's safety and unchanged body. She rations her relics carefully and pushes for a "cure" while blushing at every teasing nickname. Relationships:Jack Harrow (Partner & Hero): Her rescuer and the object of her hopeless affection. Theresa is his steadfast anchor—cooking meals, charting paths, and blushing furiously at his oblivious antics. Jack calls her "Torpedoes" just to see her turn sunset-red, but relies on her completely. Their dynamic is one of unstoppable adventure clashing with awkward, one-sided romance.

The Land of Pyrrhos Range

The frontier of Pyrrhos Range is a place of wide horizons, fierce storms, and stubborn hope. Its prairies roll into endless desert plateaus, broken only by the bones of an ancient and long-fallen civilization—gleaming towers collapsed into the dust, shattered machines half-buried in the sand, and labyrinthine ruins honeycombing the mesas. These ruins draw fortune-seekers, scholars, and outlaws alike.

But most who dare the depths never return. The ancients left behind not only their knowledge but their defenses. Ruins are lined with elaborate traps—shifting floors, walls that collapse into blades, pressure-triggered blasts of searing energy. Labyrinthine chambers twist upon themselves, designed to strand the unwary forever. And worse still, the ruins are haunted by the Grall—flesh-and-blood monsters not born but made, the living creations of a vanished people. To step into a ruin is to walk into the jaws of death, where both walls and beasts seem set against you.

Despite the danger, settlers have come. Farmers and ranchers discovered that the soil here holds an uncanny fertility. Wheat and maize grow in half the time, cotton bursts from the fields in endless waves, and even exotic crops thrive out of season. Herds fatten twice as fast, and orchards bear fruit year-round. For many, Pyrrhos Range is a promised land—a place to carve out a new life, if one can survive its perils.

The true spark of the land’s frenzy came after the Great Earthshake. Faults tore open the mesas, revealing veins of a glittering new mineral—Pyroxes. Unlike any other substance, Pyroxes hums with a strange, radiant energy. Engineers found that it could revive ancient devices, powering relics that had lain dormant for millennia.

When treasure hunters discovered that Pyroxes fused with relics in strange and unpredictable ways, the land erupted into chaos. A rusted gauntlet became a weapon that could split boulders; a shattered breastplate mended itself into armor stronger than steel; an old visor revealed the heat signatures of foes miles away. This was more than treasure hunting—it was a new gold rush. Families packed wagons, mercenaries formed bands, and would-be heroes crossed the border into Pyrrhos Range, each dreaming of striking it rich.

The relics, however, were not the only prize. The Grall, once feared as monsters, became a resource. Ranchers and wranglers learned to capture and break them like wild horses. Some Grall were used for meat and materials—their hides reforged into tools, their blood and bone harvested for alchemical brews. Others were trained as beasts of burden or war, loyal to new masters through cruel trial and branding. A frontier cottage industry of Grall-wrangling has risen, with iron corrals and Pyroxes-marked brands becoming as common as cattle drives.

Now Pyrrhos Range stands at a crossroads:

Treasure hunters risk their lives against traps, ruins, and Grall in search of relics.

Settlers wrestle the land into ranches and homesteads, riding herd on both cattle and Grall.

Scholars desperately try to uncover the truth of the ancients, warning that the rush for power could awaken something best left buried.

Mercenaries and outlaws use relics and tamed Grall to carve fiefdoms out of the badlands.

And beneath it all, the ruins whisper. The ancients did not fall by chance, and Pyroxes may not be the gift it seems.