Jack looked down at his oil-slick hands and sighed. “You know, you guys could have let me wash my hands,” he complained to Puck, the only one of the three who would listen. Even as he was speaking, Steven used Puck as a stepping stone to leap up on Jack’s shoulder. Fifteen years of partnership and terse reminders meant that neither man got scratched.
“You can wash them now,” Madeline said coolly, glancing up at him with a smirk.
Jack looked around and sighed. “I don’t suppose you have a sink up your sleeve?”
“I could easily make one,” Madeline said, only to be stopped by Puck’s hand on her arm.
“Just take the oil off his hands,” Puck advised, his blue eyes flicking to Jack in a quiet warning.
“Very well,” Madeline said with a nod, even as the oil disappeared from his skin.
Clearing his throat, Jack nodded appreciatively and said, “Thank you, Magi.”
Puck snorted at the title, recognizing it as a gentle jest, but Madeline accepted it as truthful and merely said, “You are welcome, Jonathan.”
“Jack,” he corrected automatically before looking to Puck and asking, “Have you seen my parents?”
“Not yet,” Puck said, “but I made sure word was sent to Under the Cover so your mom knows.”
“Thanks.” Jack straightened to his full height and started to scan the growing crowd. His assessment was cut off by Captain Nola.
“We brought you here before us for a reason, Jack,” she said, her voice full of her authority and power. Jack turned back to her with a swallow.
“Yes, Captain,” he said.
“There is Circle of Tesla Technicians outside the city,” Madeline said without preamble. “Have you done something to draw their attention?”
Fear hit him like a kick in the gut. “No, nothing.” His quick, fervent denial made his emotional unease apparent to all.
Puck nodded and Madeliane told him, “Then go find your Mother and Father.”
Being cleared didn’t reduce the hammering of his heart, and Jack gave them a respectful nod before he turned away from the trio. He didn’t see his parents, but he quickly spotted Luci sitting on someone’s shoulders. She was hard to miss with her bright pink hair and the small goat’s horns growing from her skull. His foster sister saw him at the same time and started to wave wildly. Jack waved back and turned to the three leaders. Giving them a nod, he started to work his way toward her. As he drew near, he saw she sat on his step-mom’s shoulders, while his other siblings clustered around Dahlia.
“Jack-jack!” Luci squealed as soon as he was close. She abandoned her perch on Dahlia’s shoulders to throw herself into Jack’s arms, drawing a quiet wince when she accidentally pulled Dahlia’s long, black hair. “Can I ride on your shoulders?”
Steven growled and Jack shook his head. “Ocupado, kid. Here.” He lifted her to his free shoulder, balancing her with her arm wrapped around his head and her feet braced on his chest. “Ooph,” he told the seven-year-old as she wiggled into place, “you’re getting too big for this.”
“Never!” she declared, leaning over to grin at the cat. “Hi, Steven.” The gray tabby’s tail thumped against Jack’s back but he otherwise ignored the child.
“Hey, Mom,” Jack said to Dahlia. “Dad here?”
“He’s coming.” She sighed. “He was running a delivery for me when we got word, so I left a note and sent him a text.”
Jack studied his step-mom’s face, noticing the worry-lines marring her narrow Slavic features. “Are you worried for him?” he asked bluntly. On his shoulders, Luci started waving again.
Dahlia looked up at him. “No.” She didn’t say more but Jack understood what she was covertly asking. “It’s not me, I swear it,” he assured her, feeling Steven shift uneasily on his shoulder. “Though, this may cost me a client if it drags on long enough.”
“I’ll hire you,” Dahlia told him with a smile.
“Right,” Jack said. “You can sell your ladders and let me stock your top shelf.”
“Hey.” Ted stepped out of the crowd. At six foot, he was tall, but his son loomed another five inches over him. “Everything okay?”
“With us, yes,” Jack assured him. With a glance at Under leadership, he added, “But something’s definitely up.”
Identity: Jonathan LaMontagne
Previous Identity: Miles Traveler
Occupation: Massage Therapist
Marital Status: single
Living Relatives: Ted LaMontagne (father); Dahlia LaMontagne (step-mother); several adopted siblings
Apparent age: mid-twenties
Eye Color: purple
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Appearance and Personality
Personality: Jack is laid-back and friendly, with Southern charm and a wide smile. Very few have seen him show a temper or even any negative attitude. Many suspect there’s more to the young man, but he maintains a friendly wall against people getting to know him more. Any relationships outside of his family-group tend to be short-term or casual. There has been speculation that he’s aromantic; he’s not ace due to confirmed sexual contacts, but he’s never expressed romantic desire for anyone, yet. He is expressive and clearly fond of the members of his family, so he is capable of love.
Appearance: Though imposingly tall, Jack’s quick smile and casual appearance offsets any sense of foreboding that his appearance might cause. Dark, shaggy hair and a resting puppy-dog face help dispel any remaining sense of menace. Jack is conventionally attractive, with high cheekbones and masculine features. He has strange purple eyes that cause men and women to double-take (and then usually swoon). He’s lanky and long-limbed, prone to bumping his head or hitting his limbs in a world built for smaller people. He tends to wear comfortable clothing rather than fashionable, or even matching; more than once, his step-mother has intercepted him at the entrance to a party with another shirt.
Supernatural Type: Fae-touched
Known Affiliations: NOLA Alternative Health Community, Private Business Community; Personal Fae and vampire associations
Rumors & Quotes:
Rumor: For someone with such a quintessential NOLA name, his southern accent is for shit. Story is, Jack did something terrible in another city, and now is here hiding from Tesla Techs. Why Nola hasn’t fed him back to the Cabal is because he has dirt on her or the city.
Rumor: Jack goes between Above and Below, but he has inhuman features. He’s an exposure risk that can bring Tesla down on us all. Worse, people Above notice him.
Rumor: He’s incapable of loving someone romantically, but he’s an adequate and somewhat considerate lover. Or so I’ve heard.
Quotes: “Why should you book a massage with me? Your chakra is completely out of balance, if you believe that sort of thing. If you don’t, how about I just go with, ‘Your spleen is leaking, and you probably need to have someone look at that.’ I’m available right now.”
Jack moved to The Under when he was eight years old. Puck sponsored Jack and his father, Ted. It was known that they were refugees, and it was rumored they were running from Tesla. Everyone assumed it was due to Ted's need to feed off sexual energies, as one of the first things Puck arranged were partners to help meet Ted's needs. The young boy was tutored by Madaline. Not long after his tutorage began, Jack adopted a kitten named Steven. Though it looks like a normal cat, it's far smarter than it should be, and has aged far better than a cat should.
Not long after moving, Ted met Dahlia Lupei. A dhampir who’d fled her homeland of Romania ahead of the encroaching Elizabeth’s unification of Europe, she owns Under the Covers, a bookstore in the Under. They bonded over their love of imported fantasy stories and began to date. By the time Jack, as Jonathan was now called, was ten, they were married and began adopting more children.
Jack has become very well known for his healing abilities. Though it can take prolonged contact for him to heal grievous wounds or chronic disease, he has helped many in the Under and Over. To that end, he became a massage therapist, which allows him to treat non-magical people covertly. Steven still lives with him, serving as his constant companion.
Advantages: Quick-thinking; Good Memory
Disadvantages: Slow to Learn
Advantages: Friendly; Charming; Salesmanship
Disadvantages: Impulsive; Standoffish