Dark Jack
Jack Mothereffin' Derex
Portrayed By Josh Duhamel
Gender Male
Date of Birth 9/1/1981
Age 28
Zodiac Sign Virgo
Aliases Shepherd, Irish, Jackie-O, OH MY GOD DON'T KILL ME
Place of Birth The woods.
Current Location New York City, NY, USA
Occupation Smuggler, terrorist, Shepherd (Leader of the Saints)
Known Relatives Salem Derex (mother; deceased), Kieran Derex (father; deceased), Mason Derex (brother; deceased)
Significant Other Katrina Mah
Known Abilities I will cut you, foo'.
First Appearance Another Day, Another Dollar


When you're tired o' livin', come to NYC and someone will try to kill you.

Sorry, what was I saying?

That's right. You're here for a story. You wanna know about the scars. You wanna why my voice sounds like a concrete mixer workin' overtime. You wanna know? Strap yourselves in, then. This one gets messy.

As soon as things started gettin' tense between humans and the Evolved folk, I knew we were in for trouble. I was never what you'd call a… whatsit? Entomologist? Activist—no. Shit. An idealist. Whatever. I got dragged into the war for personal reasons.

It's hard to watch your best friend turn into the definition o' everything you hate. That's what happened with me an' Nate Petrelli. He went his way, I went mine. His way is for bitches, though. Evil bitches. I wasn't born in this country, but by God, I love it. He took everything that made this place great and he shat all over it. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? As long as you can be happy with one bowl of rice a day in your nice, cozy cell the size o' my wardrobe at the Den.

Right, the Den.

So maybe my morals did play a part in my reasons for fighting. Fuck you. You'd have done the same, and if you wouldn't, you fuckin' should have. Anyway, the Den. The right people knew about it and the wrong people didn't. It seemed like a good staging area for people who needed to get the hell outta the city. God knows there were plenty o' refugees. So there I am one day, on my way out to pick up the morning paper and some cold cuts for lunch, when BOOM. Bomb goes off. If I wasn't on my way out the door, I'd have been dead like everybody else. So many people. I was supposed to be protecting 'em. Instead I got 'em killed and myself messed up bad.

I passed out.

Thank God that Trina had the day off. Thank you, God.

When I woke up I was… somewhere that really don't concern you. What are you starin' at? It don't. So I wake up in this private place. Trina, Elena, and Candy had been takin' care o' me for days. Apparently, they had to dig about thirty pounds of broken glass outta my hide. That's why I sound like this. Got hit in the throat. So they keep me alive. They patch me back together. It takes months, but they get it done. Mostly.

So then I'm back on my feet and I've got all this guilt an' this nasty voice an' all these scars, right? I'm pissed. Totally pissed. Okay, so I mostly felt guilty about all the dead people, but I was pissed, too. Right away, I started gatherin' up everyone I was close to. All the friends that had grown to be like family. I wasn't about to let somethin' happen to them, too. We never really planned to be terrorists. It sorta fell into our laps. I just wanted to keep everybody safe.

We all have our skillset, though, and we all have our dispositions. As young as most o' the kids are, they all have unique talents. Not just abilities, but gifted minds and fierce spirits. They never were the type to sit by and watch other people suffer. You have no idea how proud o' them I am. Sharin' the field o' battle with those fine folk has been my life's highest honor. I try an tell 'em this, next thing I know they're calling us the Saints and me the Shepherd. Kids.

Yeah, yeah. That pretty much brings us up to date. Don't look at me like that. You're the one who asked.

What? I know you're going to kill me. Do I have any last words?

Sure. But not today. Hear that? That's the Saints, comin' to bring their Shepherd home.


  • The best is yet to come.


  • "My therapist says I have issues to work through."


  • Do not mess with Jack's peeps. Seriously. You've been warned.
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