Jackson Volkin
“I might be weak and sometimes cold, but I have my trusty shield to keep me warm.”

Born: 1226


“This is my shield. It’s big and strong. For it will fill my only hope, to let no enemy pass these symbols of the Empire. To let us stand and let them hear our marching order, for we are the Defenders of our Empire. The shield itself is my land and my family. For I shall protect it with desire. As I shall stop our foes to the very end. For myself, for Lavanda and for the glory of the Empire. Long live Empress Kataline!” The only song that he would be singing for his years in the army. And the only one that will inspire him to keep serving.

In his young age, his family was poor, but all his bloodline is a bloody one, with every one of his fathers dying in the heat of battle in major wars. As then he began stealing and became a small thief in the town they use to live in. Until the army kicked down the door and began taking older children to fight. “It’s our duty” they all said, and then Jackson was taken away. Trained under strict orders and the most harmful weather conditions. They split all the men up into groups. Jackson was put into the Defender class and was given his best friend. His shield, the only thing he will stare at besides the men that stood by him, for his army life.

Things began to change in the Empire, since the death of the Empress Floria the Third, a new one has taken the thrown. Jackson, didn’t blink an eye, before he was sent back home, to his town. Yet, greetings weren’t very warm full but at least he was home. That didn’t mean he was a free man, he was still part of the Imperial Army. So he had to go when it is time, and that time came short to him, when he was ordered to be put into the 32nd Regiment. From there he spent his few months patrolling the docks.

Recently he was moved into a combat platoon, and was sent on a mission. Jackson became frightened that he would die and lose everything because of this mission, but it was too late. The curse, the killings, and blood. It came into his eyes and there he stood in front of the dead men who didn’t survive. And he could do is stare and sigh, pick up his heavy shield and keep on fighting. Yet, he started to turn into a ghoul, until a dragon born came along his path. Richard J. Buckles. Who helped Jackson free his curse. He gave him hope of survival, and there he stood by Bucks side, till the end of what will come.

And unfortunately, the end did come for Jackson. He was slain by the Biskhan army while The Tiki Company was escaping the island prison.

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