Jack Reaper's Questionnaire

I live in Los Angeles—a city full of the impossible and defiance. I picked LA because this is where the music scene pulsates; where punk rock lives, breathes, and survives in all corners and alleys. My home is a gritty loft in an old industrial building downtown, with raw brick walls exposing themselves and graffiti art telling stories of resistance and raw emotion. It's a chaotic sanctuary, with guitars, vinyl, and posters of legendary bands everywhere. I can see the sprawling cityscape from the rooftop—a constant reminder of the energy and chaos that fuels my music. This is where I belong: where Jack Reaper's spirit of rebellion can truly be alive and thrive in this wacko world we live in. 

I do guitar gigs around Los Angeles for the Anarchy Avenue; people seem to dig my raw energy. I guess it means the money flows in that way? Alright, fine, it's not enough. Sure, so banks and rich people, I rob those places. It's risky, but god, it's worth it. What do I spend it on? Mostly gear for my music—new guitars, amps, pedals. I also blow off some cash on a good stock of booze and a place to sleep that's relatively safe. The rest goes to keep my bike in top condition, always primed for the next getaway. This is the wildlife, but it's mine.

I want to be a Hellinger, raw and unhinged rebellion incarnate. I want my guitar to shred the world's complacency—to burn down every fucking oppressive structure of capitalism with every chord. To well go on with this plan, I'd fight tooth and nail; danger and chaos would be my allies. Killing? If it would tear down the corrupt elite, I wouldn't think twice. Death? I'll dance on its edge, smiling, laughing in the face of death, for my cause is worth every risk. My music will be my weapon a message to let all of those rich fucks that y spirit will never break. I am Jack Reaper, and I promise with every fiery riff, I will light the revolution.

My ambition is to set their souls on fire, those who have been crushed by the ruthless gears of capitalism. I lost my family to its cold grip, with each death a personal reminder of how cruel the system is. But instead of breaking me, it fueled my rage and resolve. Probably the most defining moment of my life was when I watched my family's dreams crumble while the rich got richer. That very night, I decided I would never let their deaths go in vain. I channel my pain through my music and into the rebellion. I will go on smiling, laughing at the world in its face, and strumming my guitar until I shatter the chains that enslave us all. After all the Reaper comes for us all  

Alex "Razor" Thompson, the vocalist for their punk band, is Jack Reaper's best friend. With a voice like broken glass and a spirit of rebellion that matches the one chasing Jack, Razor is the perfect creative collaborator and kindred spirit. Their friendship was forged in the fires of rebellion and music, and Razor's fierce loyalty never wavers.

Then there is Casey "Crash" Martinez, the drummer extraordinaire of this musical band. Crash comes guns blazing with that type of explosive energy and quick wit, which gives their live performances a pulse. She has the loudest laughter to match her beats; always ready to take anything gone wrong into a cause for celebration.

Then there's Jax, who owns a junkyard and an auto shop on the far side of town. Grease-stained fingers and a gruff demeanor conceal a heart of pure gold on this mechanic. His shop is a haven to Jack and his friends—a place of solace and, at times, a source of salvage parts for their broken-down tour van.

Jack Reaper's childhood was saddled with loss and defiance. Born in a gritty Los Angeles neighborhood, he was raised by his parents—rebels against the oppressive system. His mother, a fierce activist, and his father, a struggling musician, instilled in him a deep distrust for authority and a love for punk rock. The school was a battleground—Jack never fitted in with the sheep. He waged a perpetual war against the teachers and other students. Jack's streak of rebelliousness tagged him as an outcast. When the power-hungry authorities took his parents, Jack was left to drift. His only family now consisted of his bandmates, who shared both his anger and ambitions and Jax, a grizzled mechanic who became a stand-in father. Together, they become a constructed family, fighting against injustices that stole Jack's past.