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Jack Malone
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Name: Jack "Iron" Malone
Age: 42
Occupation: Taxi Driver, Former Strongman Competitor
Jack Malone, better known on the street as “Iron Jack,” isn’t the type to crack a joke or chat about the weather. Towering, stone-faced, and built like a brick wall, he’s been behind the wheel of his battered but immaculate yellow cab for over 15 years. Before that, Jack was a rising star on the strongman circuit, famous for flipping tractor tires and pulling trucks with his bare hands—until a torn bicep ended his career and shoved him back into the real world.
Jack doesn’t talk much, but his eyes—piercing blue under a thick, proud mustache—tell stories few are brave enough to ask about. He works 12-hour shifts, seven days a week, prowling the city with a fierce sense of purpose. No GPS, no nonsense. You tell him your destination, pay what’s on the meter, and don’t ask about the faded trophies in his trunk.
Underneath the hard exterior is a code of honor. Jack has a soft spot for the underdog, gives free rides to war vets, and will pull over to help if your car’s broken down—though he’ll grumble the whole time. His cab smells faintly of aftershave and metal polish, and the glovebox holds old protein bars and a picture of a son he doesn’t talk about.
Jack Malone may be grumpy, but in a city full of chaos, he’s a force of order—fierce, loyal, and stronger than anyone you’ve ever met. Jack “Iron” Malone lives and works in Chicago, a city as tough and weathered as he is. He rents a modest apartment above a boxing gym in Bridgeport, an old working-class neighborhood with cracked sidewalks, corner taverns, and the kind of people who mind their business.
His apartment is sparse—just the essentials: a worn leather recliner, an old TV, a rack of iron dumbbells, and a faded photo of his late father in uniform on the windowsill. The fridge is mostly eggs, leftover steak, and cheap beer. At night, the rumbles of the “L” train passing in the distance are his lullaby.
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