THE WILL OF A SINGLE MAN

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN ?

At the young age of 16, a boy by the name of Jordan Parish had ran away from his foster father in Detroit , Michigan. After that was a series of odd jobs and poorly chosen fights, leading him right to the Legendary Bounty Hunter known as Warner Wilson.Impressed with the boy's tenacity, Warner finally decided to take the boy in as his own, what follows is a series of events that neither Jordan nor Warner could've depicted, but if you were to ask them if they could change anything about what happened, they'd tell you not a damn thing . . .

SOMEONE ELSE IS PULLING AT THE STRINGS...

Hello there ! Welcome to my Carrd !Everyone calls me Chris, I'm currently twenty years old and I go by he/him pronouns !I'm British, but no longer live in the United Kingdom, however I will inform you that I'm still within the GMT timezone, so please keep that in mind in future interactions !I'm also currently working at a job, so my activity can and will vary from time to time depending on circumstances.That's about everything, if you wish to learn more about Jordan Parish, please check out the arrow icon below ! Goodbye !

THERE'S MORE TO THIS STORY...

DECISIONS, DECISIONS, DECISIONS...

WHAT COULD DRIVE A MAN TO DO THESE THINGS ?

For as long as he could remember, Jordan H. Parish had been the only child of one Nicholas Parish, a forty-two year old widower currently on paid leave due to an injury as a construction worker .The two didn't have much in the ways of possessions or spare money to spend, but Jordan didn't care much, it made him appreciate the more overlooked things in life, like water, fruit, a bed and a pen.When it came to academics, Jordan fell in love with chemistry, be it hands on learning or simply studying effects and elements.His aspiring career to become a chemist, however, would be cut short by his own father, Nicholas. He had been spending away the child support money and the paid leave money at a bar, and without money, there was no power, no water, nothing. And in a fit of anger and desperation, Jordan packed up and ran away from home, not knowing the impact this would have on him . . .He took up odd jobs and stayed at a motel under a fake ID, but the money wasn't enough, so he got into illegal fighting. The money was good, it felt like enough to keep him stable, but he wasn't counting on the next opponent who came through the door . . .Looming over the poor bastard was the one known as The True American, the leather-jacket wearing bounty hunter himself, Warner Wilson . . .

HE WASN'T ALONE, THIS WAS A TWO-MAN JOB.

He can recall how it all went down, much to his humiliation, Warner could see him coming from a mile away, no matter what he tried to pull, Jordan could barely land a hit, whilst Warner went to town on this poor kid.But one thing stood out to Warner, that no matter how many times he knocked Jordan down, he kept getting back up, albeit each time slower than the last. He counted seven times he got back up, after the seventh, he was out cold the moment the fist connected with his jaw.And so, rather than leave the young boy to wake up in a hospital bed, he decided to take him to his hideout and treat him accordingly, this warranted further investigation...All that Jordan could remember when he woke up and was coherent was Warner asking him a lot of questions:"What's your name ?""Where are you from ?""How'd a kid like you end up in there ?"Standard stuff, really, it was to be expected he'd be a little curious about the kid, but then comes a bigger question:"Where are your parents ?"And so an explanation was warranted, Jordan kept it brief: A realization of severe child neglect, followed by a rash act of running away from home, he wasn't going to bother the man with too many details. Not now.Then came silence, the man was just ... staring at him, he never blinked, he never moved, and neither did Jordan. He couldn't tell if it was out of confusion or suspicion, but something was clearly going through Warner's head.Then the unthinkable happened, well, at least in Jordan's eyes. Warner offered Jordan an unbelievable opportunity: To learn from him, and in return ? All he asked was his assistance when needed.He'd begin learning about how to handle a gun first, with Warner's kind of work, people always tend to show up unhappy with a gun in hand. Thankfully, his work ethic in school carried over to his lessons with Warner, and was a quick study when it came to anything the man threw his way.It started with gun training, then progressed to gun maintenance, and ended all the way at gunsmithing, Warner was teaching him how to be self-sufficient.Any teenager would be quite casual and aloof when it came to this kind of stuff, but not Jordan, he knew the situation he was in, he knew that this was a miracle to begin with, and he knew that he wouldn't pass up this opportunity.Next came CQC and general melee combat, this came a lot easier to him, but was a lot more painful and long, because in order to pass the training, he had to be able to take down Warner Wilson one-on-one, the guy he lost to seven times. A daunting task before he could move on to his next segment of training.All this and more took Jordan two years to complete, but this training in particular took him half a year to complete. Warner was, in his eyes, unbeatable. And he came out of almost every fight with significant injuries...But he'll always remember the day he surpassed his mentor, it was the 4th of June, a surprisingly cloudy and cool afternoon at 3PM, he'd knocked his mentor to the ground, bloody and beaten, Jordan stood victorious, his training officially completed.Throughout the two years, Jordan gave his assistance to Warner as an extra triggerman, getaway driver, intel gatherer and more. Since everyone was lead to believe that the True American worked alone, no one was expecting any assistance that he received, which worked massively in both of their favors.So, how does a bounty hunter's loyal sidekick go on to become one of America's biggest Revolutionaries ? How does such a young hopeful man turn into the cynical high-functioning psychopath he is today ? Well, we're about to find out ...

THERE'S ALWAYS A BREAKING POINT

It took a while, but we've finally pinpointed the time at which Jordan disappeared.Warner appeared to be picking up the slack while trying to find him, he seemed agitated by his disappearance with the increased activity, something worth noting down the line.At first, we didn't know what happened to Jordan, all we knew that he had been taken to a remote outpost in the Amazon, and that his escape resulted in a good chunk of the Amazon burning down in the process.But, either by pure luck or divine intervention, we had managed to find a survivor of the Amazon Massacre, one of the triggermen who were in charge of torturing Jordan, and managed to get a story out of him.The following is a scenario told by the only known survivor of the Amazon Massacre, please be advised that this contains dark and disturbing themes, such as gore, extreme violence, arson and cannibalism. Continue reading at your own risk.Now, let's begin.Under the cover of darkness, one of Warner's biggest rivals, the Crachá Preto (Or Black Badge in English), had cleaned up Jordan's security team during his time on the East Coast, the Crachá Preto are a paramilitary mercenary group based in Brazil, but had recently made advancements in the West, which were promptly shut down by Warner.Once subdued, the mercenaries were quick to abduct him and drag him onto a plane, of which their destination was Brazil.The Crachá Preto have a long ancestry in the Amazonian Tribes and their traditions, more specifically, the tradition and art of torture, to which they believed they had both perfected it and refined it.They kept him in a dark hole in the jungle for months, barely giving him any food, and giving him plenty of reasons to regret being alive.You must understand, this food was far from normal, which can be explained with this rather...graphic image.

The mixture of exotic poisons within said food caused unimaginable pain and damage on his body, the skin splitting apart to allow shards of ... something to protrude from the muscle, this unidentified substance was highly resistant to any sort of force or trauma they had tried to inflict upon it, and any exposure to the substance would send a portion of the agonizing pain through someone else's body, but never the same reaction or protrusion that came from Jordan.Whilst this process was highly painful for Jordan, it wasn't fatal, much to his broken mind's chagrin. And only continued from his chest to his arms and legs, all the way to his neck. But it would never cover his head.This reaction, or a more suitable term, mutation, was something they didn't care much about, the boy was in pain, and that's what they needed.What they didn't need, however, was the mutation extending further.This transmutation on Jordan's body, would later on after the massacre be discovered that he can revert the mutation at will, effectively hiding it from anyone else, this would also extend to his hands and feet, but rather than make big clumps of ... whatever this was, he'd soon sharpen each one on the end of his fingers into claws, and later on it would be discovered that once this substance was tempered, it could be changed back into it's tempered state, rather than have to sharpen them into claws over and over again.But perhaps the most chilling realization was what this mutation could do to someone under the effects of Adrenaline. Which, according to the surviving mercenary, was nothing short of Nightmarish.In his brief glimpse, the mercenary described Jordan as having noticeably black veins, black eyes to the point where neither the sclera nor the pupil remained, and a distinct amount of drool.It's also noteworthy that the hole they kept him in was rather deep, and the mercenary was astonished that after hearing an animalistic growl, saw a clawed hand grab his comrade, and rip him apart as the monster climbed out of it's prison.They had broken his body and mind, but one thing they could never break was his soul, and that soul demanded retribution by blood and by fire.All Hell broke loose, dozens of mercenaries opened fire, but even when the bullets penetrated his skin, the back of each bullet was still visible, meaning it hadn't gone deep enough into his body to be fatal in any way. Like a walking bulletproof vest.As the triggermen were killed one by one, the survivor noted that some of these corpses had big chunks of flesh and meat missing from them, opting him to believe that due to the severe feeling of starvation and lack of fat on his body, Jordan had resolved to cannibalism in his crazed state.Then the flames came, with old torches and fire logs, the monster set the outpost ablaze, whoever didn't die directly to him, would be burned alive in the fires.Speaking of the fires, before a good chunk of the Amazon burned down, we were able to confirm the bodies of a local tribe near the outpost, which was suspected to be the original creators of this torture method, they were all either slashed to bits or missing big piece of flesh and meat, so there is some truth to this witness' story.Three weeks after the story of the witness is when Jordan Parish was back on the grid with Warner Wilson, what happened within this time gap is uncertain, but we speculate that Jordan had made it to civilization, and from there, Warner worked his ass off to regain his partner.He was alive, but certainly not the same, and six months away from home, what he came back to was ... eye-opening, to say the least.

TO THIS DAY, HE'S STILL AT LARGE

Much like coming back home after 10 years in jail, coming back home six months after torture and mutilation, Detroit Michigan was not the same.Sure, when he was a kid growing up, it wasn't exactly thriving, but what he's seeing right now is totalitarianism in the making. People are being dragged out of their homes and executed, border control seemed to be beefed up, and any important location was under high security, from the hospital to the precinct, even the City Hall was crawling with armed goons.Detroit might be a shithole, but it's HIS shithole, it's his home and he will defend it and it's denizens to his last breath.At first, he worked alone, disrupting any operation that Mayor McKendrick was organizing, and rescuing as many endangered civilians as he could. But soon enough, those he saved wanted to fight alongside him, with this newfound discovery, Jordan knew he had to prepare on a much larger scale ...He went back into Warner's arms dealing business, it both allowed him to perfect his crowd and fund the weapons and armor that'd be needed for his Insurrection.But then came the issue of food, water, and shelter, those people couldn't just stay in their old homes, they'd be picked off one by one. That's why the hideout in which Warner and Jordan resided, was converted into a compound.With the funding from his arms dealing and some anonymous benefactors, the Hideout tripled in size and quadrupled in security, a wall was built around said compound, with barbed wire adorning the top of them alongside guardposts in which spotters resided. There was room for everyone.Soon enough, there was a medical bay, an armory, a training courtyard, and a firing range. Not only that, but residents of the compound, part of Jordan's ever-growing group or not, began to teach one another, in a year they'd gone from three doctors to twelve, and twenty triggermen to sixty.We know of Jordan's true purpose, he's made it clear before. He wants nothing but the destabilization of this "failing" government, as he calls it. To instill his own new form of governing the United States of America, and to unite all of it's people, maybe even the world.We can't say for certain what lies ahead, but one thing is for certain, no matter how much he's suffered, endured and survived, he doesn't plan on giving in.Not now.Not ever.