THE FALCON

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BIOGRAPHY

  MISTER INTIMIDATION  Jonah was born into a family of hockey players. In skates by the time he was three, and able to move on his own. The lifestyle was never shoved onto him, his parents merely observed and supported when needed. A choice he made all on his own. The ice felt like home. Jonah spoke hockey better than he spoke at all.Things didn't take long to escalate. Joining junior ice hockey solidified his desires to attempt the professional life. Yet it seemed he hardly had to work for it. Jonah put up more points than some of the older boys amidst his team, especially as a defensemen. Tearing through records until his name was nearly plastered on every plaque in the rink. Only to come back the next year and do it all over again. Leaving the looming professionals to whisper, pointing out the similarities to whatever hall of famer they possibly could... and yet, still, Jonah was someone of his own making.Scouts were on him before he was even eligible for the draft. Speaking with his family, and watching as he, again, flew through another set of records. Creating such a gap between first and second in both points and assists, that it seemed impossible to ever beat, much less come close to it.By the time the draft came around, Jonah was practically a celebrity in his hometown, and his name was flung around the hockey world with excitement.Jonah was drafted first overall by the Chicago Blackhawks. Awaiting for the start of the season so he could prove himself as a prospect. Even if the crowds were already set on him being the next super star. News articles of "WILL THE FALCON HELP BRING THE CUP TO CHICAGO?" arose like a wildfire.As preseason came along, even in games that didn't count, Jonah managed to score a single point for each and every game.But one thing was becoming glaringly obvious. No one exactly knew Jonah. His stats and numbers were plastered on every possible surface, yet his personality remained vague. Many speculated if he was a mute, simply for his lack of speech and interviews, but it was more along the lines that he chose not to talk when he didn't want to, which was more often than not. A walking blank slate. No one could ever tell what he was thinking, nor feeling.Somehow, this came at his advantage. Where others would bite and chirp, Jonah merely stared. It made opponents stumble, unable to tell if he wanted to pass the puck left or right. The lack of reaction killed confidence. Like an intimidation tactic he wasn't applying on purpose.Jonah secured a three year contract with the Blackhawks, and immediately proved his worth. At eighteen years old, he put up a hundred point season, and solidified himself as the best defensemen in the active league. Making passes through the floundering feet of opponents, and snapping pucks to the back of the net before anyone could so much as blink.Even without having won the cup, in the years of Jonah's reign, he managed consecutive one hundred point seasons, and a streak of several consecutive 50-assist seasons, one of the only defensemen to ever accomplish the feat. Falling short only due to odd line changes that noticeably ebbed his connection with fellow players, leaving him to score on his own.Jonah became revered amidst players much more than the crowd. A whispered name. Retired players who turned to commentators, labeled him as something of a cryptid. "He exists, and you're aware of it. Until suddenly you see him alone in a hallway, and it's like seeing something otherworldly. You just can't fathom him as a player." Playing with him felt like an honor, his linemates unable to properly put it into words.Yet after another playoff loss, murmurs arose. People questioned whether a great player such as Jonah, a sure fire hall of famer, would possibly move to another team in order to chase the cup. Jonah, himself, hadn't said anything against these claims... but the entirety of the team hardly seemed phased. The only people who knew him better than anyone else. Jonah didn't want to chase the cup, he wanted to win it, with the team that drafted him.