The Story of

 

Jason Farow was born with a good heart. Growing up in the great city of Toronto, He struggled to aid others amidst the pain, sorrow and fear that surrounded him. There were so many people in need, he often felt overwhelmed. It often seemed to him that his efforts to aid the suffering of others were but drops in the bucket of misery that encircled him. Many citizens chose to simply ignore the failings of the system, but not Jason. He entered the field of social work in an effort to combat social ills with both his hands, and he was especially moved by the plight of displaced Native Canadians. This noble people, brought low by the settlers so long ago, desperately needed aid. As the years passed, Jason struggled to help, but became increasingly disenchanted. There were so many apathetic people who cared nothing for others, and would sooner let someone die on the sidewalk then help them. His view of humanity darkened.

One fateful night, Jason was returning home after a long day and spied several street toughs beating a huddled figure on the street. He quickly rushed to help, and a fight broke out. Having studied martial arts for a time Jason, managed to fend off the gang, suffering only superficial injuries. As the toughs made their getaway, he glanced down to see the figure of an ancient Cree lying unconscious on the cold concrete. Jason carried him home, and used his first aid skills to keep elderly man warm until he regained consciousness.

The wizened old man was actually a tribal shaman, and saw in Jason an enormous potential for good. He also saw the pain and anger that Jason carried within him, and knew those emotions could be harnessed. As thanks for saving his life, the shaman offered to bestow a tattoo of power upon Jason, a mark that would transform him at will into a being of enormous strength. Though slightly skeptical, Jason was intrigued by the old man's proposal. Throughout his youth, Jason had read of the heroic feats accomplished by persons of talent and power, and he had longed to be one of them. He also relished the chance to strike back at the kind of scum who had been ruining the streets, the drug pushers, the pimps, the corrupt bureaucrats. With this power, he could make them pay and bring a new light to the dank corners and alleyways of the world. He accepted the offer of the mystic.

The rite was performed the next day at the home of the old man. With sacred inks and instruments, the symbol of a great hawk was inscribed upon Jason's chest. When the work was completed, he felt a great power well up inside him! As he invoked the power of the tattoo for the first time, he was astonished to see his skin turn black as pitch, his eyes and hair a dark blue. "You will learn to use your new powers over time," the Ancient One said. "The mark grants power to its owner, but the nature of the owner shapes that power." Jason felt amazing! He thanked the old man over and over again, for with this might he knew he could truly make a difference. Those who had operated with impunity in the past would be made to pay, he would make certain. Jason Farow took the appellation of Jayhawk, and from that day ensured that the very mention of it would strike fear into the hearts of the unjust and the evil.