Born into a house privilege, young John Carlton lacked for nothing as he grew up in an affluent neighborhood of Chicago. His doting parents sent him to the finest schools, and hired the best tutors to ensure he gained a top-notch education. However, far from being ones to spoil, they had ingrained in their young "Jack", from an early age, that he had a responsibility toward those less fortunate than himself. Forced to help them at charity events... or at least pose in the society pictures for the many philanthropic causes the elder Carltons supported... Jack soon learned that he honestly enjoyed the feeling it gave him to help others. It soon came to pass that he voluntarily attended many fundraising events on his own as he grew to adulthood. Of course, many of them featured open bars with bartenders that were not too picky about whom they served in the name of a good cause...
In addition to being nurtured by his mother to be a socially compassionate man, Jack was expected to follow in his father's footsteps, and continue the Carlton tradition of caring for others' physical well-being. When he enrolled in Northwestern University's Feinberg School of Medicine, Jack initially pursued courses suited toward being a surgeon, as his father had before him. Eventually, however, he chose a career in Psychiatry. While studying the theories of C. G. Jung had been a life-changing revelation, more significantly, Jack had actually found demonstrable evidence that the physical condition of many of his patients depended as much upon their mental and emotional health as much as(if not more than) their physical well being. It didn't hurt that the inner workings of the mind fascinated Jack to such an extent that his coursework was an enjoyable exercise rather than an onerous chore. He soon found himself especially interested in the intricacies of how the multitude of our internal worlds interact with one another to create the external world that we each still experience as 'other'. Besides, learning how to dissect how people think and react rather than their actual physical dead bodies... so got him laid
During his residency at Cook County Hospital, Jack counseled patients on the wide spectrum of 'the slightly emotionally disturbed' to 'Holy Fuck, don't bite my finger again, or I'll shank you, you crazy crack-whore tranny'. Of course, as Middle Eastern tensions escalated, a large percentage of his patients were soon Gulf War veterans dealing with post traumatic stress disorder. After a few years of trying to heal the victims of warfare, Jack decided to accept a field position with Médecins Sans Frontières, known in the United States as Doctors Without Borders. Working in the field as a psychiatric specialist, Dr. Carlton counseled both Israeli and Palestinian children how to deal with the trauma of warfare and the loss of loved ones. He helped grown men in Sub-Saharan Africa learn to reconnect with their families after witnessing the atrocities of countless, nameless massacres. Upon the build-up of tensions with the Taliban, Dr. Carlton was requested to relocate to Afghanistan, where he counseled patients with many of the same issues.
One day, Jack's Afghani clinic was attacked by a small militant group, looking for food, weapons, and medical equipment. While performing an emergency field surgery on one of his wounded nurses, near exhaustion, Jack looked up and saw the impossible... A beautiful, shining lady leaned over the both of them. Without a word, or even any expression, the bright, fae woman grasped the dying nurse by the shoulder and started to drag him away from the dumbstricken doctor. Holding on to the poor man with a tenacity he never knew he possesed, Jack refused to let go, even as he found himself dragged into one of the numerous caves that littered the hills like cancerous sores. He could not see the woman's emotionless stare, but he could feel it, and he imagined she gave an approximation of a shrug as she clasped onto his shoulder as she... did something. His time to ponder this mystery was short-lived as his mind was quickly lacerated with the pain of being dragged through the Briars. Thorns tore at his flesh and soul as his mind was overwhelmed with the sensations of his first sojourn through the Hedge...