Jack Silva's Questionnaire

Jack Silva is living in an apartment in Cascadia with Ezra. Together, they share the rent of the expensive, average-end (for cascadia) apartment with the money from their very different jobs. Jack lives in this apartment because Ezra is the only person who has consistently subsided Jack's chronic paranoia. Jack was under suspicion for a certainly brutal scavving incident, and Ezra’s investigating had everything lined up to bring him in. But, on the night that he went to Jack’s apartment to arrest him for the crime, Ezra realized Jack had it hard enough. In a rare moment of humanity in his work, Ezra looked the other way, and since then Jack’s been keeping Ezra around as an informant for his job at Patchwork’s shop. 

Silva makes his money working at a scav shop run by an accomplice named Patchwork. He usually brings in targets for ripping or cleans up the product taken from them. He is quite mechanically inclined, and the line of work does well for him. He spends his money on guns or ammunition, and rarely other cybernetics. He does drink and smoke, though not often. Jack usually just reserves those to be like personal rewards for himself. Of course, he also needs to spend money for tools and renting the shared apartment with Ezra (which he never seems to set aside enough money for), but still manages to make do.

Jack wants to become the best mercenary and a famous scav in Mori. He is willing to do essentially anything he can to achieve this. Jack wants to either replace the competition in front of him, or eliminate them. Eliminating most anyone in his path is what he allows himself to do. He will never go after children or animals, but most anyone else is fair game to him. Jack will achieve this goal or die trying, as he views his death, provided it happens in pursuit of his goal of becoming the best and a part of mori history, as a means to the end. Any fame or notoriety he picks up living or dead is meaningful to him.

When he was a child, Jack Silva had a developmental issue that meant he could not move his legs easily. His spine had not developed correctly, limiting his legs’ motor control. He required an implant that was very expensive for his family at the time to be able to walk. It took much to save up for the implant, but it would be hell trying to replace it.

Unfortunately, that’s what his family went through after a ruthless scav who isolated Jack in the inner parts of Mori ripped him of it, leaving him crawling to the streets. Stripped of his lower mobility, this trauma has persisted mentally and physically, as Jack still needs leg attachments to move.

Ezra: Look, I live with the guy. I work with the guy. I practically breathe all the damn secondhand smoke he leaves floating around in the apartment. At least sometimes it’s *my* smoke he lets me bum one off him. I think he works too hard, personally, but it keeps our bills paid. Can’t complain if he’s the reason I’m alive and free.

Patchwork: He’s my boss. No other fancy way of putting it. He puts dough in my hand, I put new cyberware and business in his. I like the guy. Not in a way like “oh, gotta stay all amicable and choomy with the boss” but because I actually respect how he does business. I know it sounds ironic saying that out loud since most scavs are just real scum of the earth types, but I mean it. He’s sensible. He doesn’t go further than he needs to. He seems sometimes almost too empathetic for the job, but he’s got his moments to let the cold in him slip out.

Jamie: Jamie. Jamie Silva. The brother. Yeah, but you thought little Jack was just an only child, but no. O’ one of a pair. Not in the sense that we’re twins or something, because he’s 2 years younger and comes from a different family. Mom and dad got a bit baby crazy again, but didn’t want the hassle of some impure SOB like myself coming out, so they adopted. Somehow he looks more like them than I do, which is the funny part. Neither of us were real angels when we were growing up, but he definitely had me beat on merit. We still talk from time to time. If he ever takes me up on my offer and comes around to Cascadia, I’d show him around. I’d probably have to keep some details hidden from him though. Like I said, he’s got me beat on merit.

Childhood was rough since that bastard took my ability to walk and made off with some serious eddies. My parents did what they could after that, which, while paying off tuition for my brother and I and the apartment, wasn’t much. After about a year of getting wheeled and carried around, I finally got some new legs. I was about 13 at that time. That was also the point that I stopped showing up. I figured out around that point that the world runs on cyberware, and school wasn’t teaching me enough about it. I cut classes and spent time with rippers and scavs learning what I could. If I’m being honest, those years were pretty alright, save for mom and dad getting on my back about going back to school. Jamie got in on it too, but he couldn’t bring me back. By 17, I made enough connections that leaving would get messy. I figured I was in for life at that point, which I could only assume given what I got into wasn’t gonna be too long.

Nah, never had the time. Being on the move the past few years made it difficult. Plus, the whole reputation as a scav tends to turn people off. It sucks, definitely. I’ve paid off more than my fair share of girls to hook with for a night or a weekend, but I can only guess it ain’t as good as something real, y’know? Part of me wishes I could have that. Something real. All this work swiping shit tires me out. People I used to know from school got families and real respectable jobs nowadays. I’m still just running around, making eddies the wrong way. Tell me why it’s so wrong, why don’t you? Or don’t. I know why. Looking just at my relationships and lack thereof, I damn know plenty why.