Post by Jackson on Oct 11, 2012 19:25:19 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Jackson Tellings
Also Known As: Jackson
Age: 22
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Blood Type: O+
Gender: M
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Black
Hair: Black
Personality
Personality: Even after losing everyone he's ever been close to, Jackson manages to somehow adapt to it. He was withdrawn for a couple of weeks after losing his brother, but the breakout into the world again helped him realized that he has to live. So live he does. Since turning 21 Jackson stayed longer in towns, longer than a few days anyways, meeting everyone he can even if it's just for a few weeks. Friendships and safe houses are next to priceless for Jackson.
Physical Information
Appearance: Looking like he just rolled out of bed, Jackson is a bit rough around the edges, literally. Scars trace their way around his arms from past scrapes with the ground to trouble with others. Average height, yet still standing tall, as if he's proud of something others wouldn't know of, Jackson can't complain as far as looks go Jackson isn't ripped, but has defined musculature. Wearing his almost threadbare jacket, Jackson is most comfortable in his jacket, a t-shirt from some band he used to listen to, and ripped, faded jeans. Finding it's easier to run in tennis shoes, than anything else, he wears those exclusively.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Shirts:
Pants:
Shoes:
Misc: Baseball Bat - 10% STR
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Tai Chi
Years Practiced: <1
Description of style: Controls airflow through the body, fluid movements work well with his Qi. Can be used for both defense and offense.
Qi
Qi Name: Psychic Pulse
Ability: Jackson has a form of wind manipulation. By grasping it into a ball he can hurl these orbs of dark wind energy at people. He can shroud himself in a dark or black smoke, and can hover if he so choses.
Note: Any air Jackson manipulates turns black or is surrounded by a dark energy.
History:
Jackson was born and raised in the suburbs of Fort Worth, Texas. His family was rather influential in the city, owning a small chain of barbecue restaurants. Jackson, along with William, five years his elder, would often get into trouble at the stockyards on a regular basis. Both siblings had an insatiable appetite for adventure, climbing and running, and getting into trouble at every opportunity.
When Jackson was ten, he was walking home from school, with William, when a car pulled up. The driver, was nobody they knew but the passenger who stepped out of the car was the family lawyer, Seth Svensson. Mr. Svensson asked to talk to the two, and invited them into the car, as they drove off, the kids asked Mr. Svensson what was going on, since they'd only ever seen him when they were in trouble. Seth reassured them that they weren't the cause of his visit this time.
Unfortunately though, that didn't make the situation any better, Jackson and William's parents had been arrested for attempted bribery and extortion charges. While the two kids weren't in any trouble the law would have to hold them until a situation could be figured out. To that end, Mr. Svensson had been sent to retrieve the two from school and take them to a holding center.
As the brothers sat together in stunned silence at the news of their parents incarceration, Jackson was already scheming of a way to get out of this SNAFU. He, together with William would make a run for it as soon as the car stopped, be it at a light or a stop sign.
At the first opportunity, he and William left the car and booked across the street to the alleys they knew so well. As Seth's protests grew quieter with the distance they put between him, they felt more and more confidant. When they felt they'd ran far enough, William stopped and signaled for Jackson to follow his lead.
With William leading him, Jackson managed to get out of Fort Worth and start making his way to the outlying areas. As they traveled, Jackson would often ask William if they would ever go back, and William would always reply that they couldn't, they were, "wanted kids now, they'd lock us up for sure, Kid" . The days turned into weeks turned into years.
Seven years after the escape, William was helping Jackson get into a closed restaurant to grab some food for the next few days. As always, William stood outside while Jackson used his apparent youth to beguile the employees into handing them some free foodstuffs. After the "transaction" was completed the two would make for their nearest hideout, which usually turned out to be the crevices underneath a bridge or a wooden park structure. Tonight, though, as Jackson completed his part of the "transaction" he exited the building to find nobody waiting for him.
"William?" he called out anxiously, "I know you're out there, stop playing around man." When nobody answered or jumped out of the shadows to scare him, Jackson began to grow worried that something had happened. He took a quick look around and didn't seem to find anything except what appeared to be a small sliver of grey-ish wood. Thinking nothing of it, he turned to leave when he heard a small sound, as if from a cat or something. He looked and saw William. Huddled in the shadow of a Dumpster, William lay. Crumpled and broken, Jackson's older brother was dead. Jackson heard it first then he felt the blow as it hit his skull. Darkness overtook him.
When Jackson woke up, he was still in the alley, and there were a few cops around who looked genuinely surprised to see him moving. One of the cops, ashen with fear shouted something into his radio. Something about backup. Jackson didn't quite know why, he had just been woken up. Looking around him, he saw where William had been, seen blood pool left by the wound on his 27 year old brothers head, and wept. Jackson didn't know why his brother had been killed, didn't care. He felt an unimaginable pain. William had been his only family, the only person he ever confided in, the only person to truly know him. And now he was gone.
The grief left him feeling hollow. But the rage that followed soon filled him back up. Rage at the cops, at his parents, at William, at himself. Following the rage, Jackson felt an unbearable pain in his arms. Unsure of what was happening, Jackson turned to yell at the officers to just shut up, when the second shot hit him. The bullet went through his arm and grazed his bone before exiting out the back. Howling from the now bleeding bullet wound, Jackson thought he heard a roar from somewhere before realizing it was him. He ran at the policeman who had fired the shot, and lifted his arms as the third shot hit him square in the chest and he blacked out once more.
Waking up in a blank room, Jackson was confused, but then remembered what had happened. This time however, he simply felt detached from it all, as if he had been a bystander to that night. Judging the area he was in and the hall that it led out to, he surmised he was being kept in some sort of private facility.
As he lost count of the days, he never found out why he was at the facility. What he did know, was he had to leave. Thinking back to that night, he recalled seeing bones protruding from his skin. Wondering if he would ever escape, Jackson sat and pondered his fate.
After a week or two or trying to make sense of it all, Jackson almost gave up on it altogether. That is, until a guard came in delivering the usual meal fare of over-cooked pork chops and stale bread. Jackson had enough and had been not too pleased with the results. Going for broke, he decided to goad the guard, into hitting him. "Hey, what're you gonna do with me?" he asked him. "Just shut it, Kid." replied the guard as he turned to go. "Hey, fuck you man, you know that, fuck you" The guard didn't seem too fazed by this, so Jackson decided he wasn't suddenly wasn't hungry and threw the tray at the guard. Grabbing the utensils from the plate, he crouched down ready for the guard to turn and face him. Wiping the remains of mashed potatoes from the back of his head, the guard slowly turned around and growled, "You're starting to piss me off kid, you know that?" Jackson took that as an invitation and threw the fork at him. Fortunately for the guard, Jackson missed. The guard stopped, realized what Tellings had done, and pile-drived right into him, knocking the breath out of the teen momentarily. Recovering, Jackson remembered what William had told him, "When in trouble, go for the balls" following this advice closely, Jackson quickly subdued the hapless guard and relieved him of his taser and keys.
Leaving the room, Jackson hurried out into the corridor and into a large open area. Seeing a set of double doors, he thought it would be his ticket out. However those thoughts were soon dashed as the doors burst open and revealed a detachment of guards sent to stop him. Jackson felt a familiar twinge of rage, and then gasped as a bullet grazed him. Tired of being shot at and none too pleased with what had happened throughout his life Jackson took cover behind some crates, and lay in wait for on of the guards to discover his location. When the guard happened upon him, Jackson made his move, striking quick decisive blows to the areas he thought would hurt most. Relieving the unconscious sentry of his weapon, Jackson set out once more.
Taking careful aim, he managed to take out a few guards before they knew where he was. Throwing down the weapon, Jackson sprinted as fast as he could up a pile of shipping crates and hurdled through a window propped open for ventilation.
Several weeks later, Jackson was on the run again. Running away from what he'd done, trying to justify his actions. He decided it was the best course of action to take.
Stats:
Strength: 19
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 24
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 15
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: ~Approval Phrase Verified~
Name: Jackson Tellings
Also Known As: Jackson
Age: 22
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Blood Type: O+
Gender: M
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Black
Hair: Black
Personality
Personality: Even after losing everyone he's ever been close to, Jackson manages to somehow adapt to it. He was withdrawn for a couple of weeks after losing his brother, but the breakout into the world again helped him realized that he has to live. So live he does. Since turning 21 Jackson stayed longer in towns, longer than a few days anyways, meeting everyone he can even if it's just for a few weeks. Friendships and safe houses are next to priceless for Jackson.
Physical Information
Appearance: Looking like he just rolled out of bed, Jackson is a bit rough around the edges, literally. Scars trace their way around his arms from past scrapes with the ground to trouble with others. Average height, yet still standing tall, as if he's proud of something others wouldn't know of, Jackson can't complain as far as looks go Jackson isn't ripped, but has defined musculature. Wearing his almost threadbare jacket, Jackson is most comfortable in his jacket, a t-shirt from some band he used to listen to, and ripped, faded jeans. Finding it's easier to run in tennis shoes, than anything else, he wears those exclusively.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Shirts:
Pants:
Shoes:
Misc: Baseball Bat - 10% STR
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Tai Chi
Years Practiced: <1
Description of style: Controls airflow through the body, fluid movements work well with his Qi. Can be used for both defense and offense.
Qi
Qi Name: Psychic Pulse
Ability: Jackson has a form of wind manipulation. By grasping it into a ball he can hurl these orbs of dark wind energy at people. He can shroud himself in a dark or black smoke, and can hover if he so choses.
Note: Any air Jackson manipulates turns black or is surrounded by a dark energy.
History:
Jackson was born and raised in the suburbs of Fort Worth, Texas. His family was rather influential in the city, owning a small chain of barbecue restaurants. Jackson, along with William, five years his elder, would often get into trouble at the stockyards on a regular basis. Both siblings had an insatiable appetite for adventure, climbing and running, and getting into trouble at every opportunity.
When Jackson was ten, he was walking home from school, with William, when a car pulled up. The driver, was nobody they knew but the passenger who stepped out of the car was the family lawyer, Seth Svensson. Mr. Svensson asked to talk to the two, and invited them into the car, as they drove off, the kids asked Mr. Svensson what was going on, since they'd only ever seen him when they were in trouble. Seth reassured them that they weren't the cause of his visit this time.
Unfortunately though, that didn't make the situation any better, Jackson and William's parents had been arrested for attempted bribery and extortion charges. While the two kids weren't in any trouble the law would have to hold them until a situation could be figured out. To that end, Mr. Svensson had been sent to retrieve the two from school and take them to a holding center.
As the brothers sat together in stunned silence at the news of their parents incarceration, Jackson was already scheming of a way to get out of this SNAFU. He, together with William would make a run for it as soon as the car stopped, be it at a light or a stop sign.
At the first opportunity, he and William left the car and booked across the street to the alleys they knew so well. As Seth's protests grew quieter with the distance they put between him, they felt more and more confidant. When they felt they'd ran far enough, William stopped and signaled for Jackson to follow his lead.
With William leading him, Jackson managed to get out of Fort Worth and start making his way to the outlying areas. As they traveled, Jackson would often ask William if they would ever go back, and William would always reply that they couldn't, they were, "wanted kids now, they'd lock us up for sure, Kid" . The days turned into weeks turned into years.
Seven years after the escape, William was helping Jackson get into a closed restaurant to grab some food for the next few days. As always, William stood outside while Jackson used his apparent youth to beguile the employees into handing them some free foodstuffs. After the "transaction" was completed the two would make for their nearest hideout, which usually turned out to be the crevices underneath a bridge or a wooden park structure. Tonight, though, as Jackson completed his part of the "transaction" he exited the building to find nobody waiting for him.
"William?" he called out anxiously, "I know you're out there, stop playing around man." When nobody answered or jumped out of the shadows to scare him, Jackson began to grow worried that something had happened. He took a quick look around and didn't seem to find anything except what appeared to be a small sliver of grey-ish wood. Thinking nothing of it, he turned to leave when he heard a small sound, as if from a cat or something. He looked and saw William. Huddled in the shadow of a Dumpster, William lay. Crumpled and broken, Jackson's older brother was dead. Jackson heard it first then he felt the blow as it hit his skull. Darkness overtook him.
When Jackson woke up, he was still in the alley, and there were a few cops around who looked genuinely surprised to see him moving. One of the cops, ashen with fear shouted something into his radio. Something about backup. Jackson didn't quite know why, he had just been woken up. Looking around him, he saw where William had been, seen blood pool left by the wound on his 27 year old brothers head, and wept. Jackson didn't know why his brother had been killed, didn't care. He felt an unimaginable pain. William had been his only family, the only person he ever confided in, the only person to truly know him. And now he was gone.
The grief left him feeling hollow. But the rage that followed soon filled him back up. Rage at the cops, at his parents, at William, at himself. Following the rage, Jackson felt an unbearable pain in his arms. Unsure of what was happening, Jackson turned to yell at the officers to just shut up, when the second shot hit him. The bullet went through his arm and grazed his bone before exiting out the back. Howling from the now bleeding bullet wound, Jackson thought he heard a roar from somewhere before realizing it was him. He ran at the policeman who had fired the shot, and lifted his arms as the third shot hit him square in the chest and he blacked out once more.
Waking up in a blank room, Jackson was confused, but then remembered what had happened. This time however, he simply felt detached from it all, as if he had been a bystander to that night. Judging the area he was in and the hall that it led out to, he surmised he was being kept in some sort of private facility.
As he lost count of the days, he never found out why he was at the facility. What he did know, was he had to leave. Thinking back to that night, he recalled seeing bones protruding from his skin. Wondering if he would ever escape, Jackson sat and pondered his fate.
After a week or two or trying to make sense of it all, Jackson almost gave up on it altogether. That is, until a guard came in delivering the usual meal fare of over-cooked pork chops and stale bread. Jackson had enough and had been not too pleased with the results. Going for broke, he decided to goad the guard, into hitting him. "Hey, what're you gonna do with me?" he asked him. "Just shut it, Kid." replied the guard as he turned to go. "Hey, fuck you man, you know that, fuck you" The guard didn't seem too fazed by this, so Jackson decided he wasn't suddenly wasn't hungry and threw the tray at the guard. Grabbing the utensils from the plate, he crouched down ready for the guard to turn and face him. Wiping the remains of mashed potatoes from the back of his head, the guard slowly turned around and growled, "You're starting to piss me off kid, you know that?" Jackson took that as an invitation and threw the fork at him. Fortunately for the guard, Jackson missed. The guard stopped, realized what Tellings had done, and pile-drived right into him, knocking the breath out of the teen momentarily. Recovering, Jackson remembered what William had told him, "When in trouble, go for the balls" following this advice closely, Jackson quickly subdued the hapless guard and relieved him of his taser and keys.
Leaving the room, Jackson hurried out into the corridor and into a large open area. Seeing a set of double doors, he thought it would be his ticket out. However those thoughts were soon dashed as the doors burst open and revealed a detachment of guards sent to stop him. Jackson felt a familiar twinge of rage, and then gasped as a bullet grazed him. Tired of being shot at and none too pleased with what had happened throughout his life Jackson took cover behind some crates, and lay in wait for on of the guards to discover his location. When the guard happened upon him, Jackson made his move, striking quick decisive blows to the areas he thought would hurt most. Relieving the unconscious sentry of his weapon, Jackson set out once more.
Taking careful aim, he managed to take out a few guards before they knew where he was. Throwing down the weapon, Jackson sprinted as fast as he could up a pile of shipping crates and hurdled through a window propped open for ventilation.
Several weeks later, Jackson was on the run again. Running away from what he'd done, trying to justify his actions. He decided it was the best course of action to take.
Stats:
Strength: 19
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 24
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 15
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: ~Approval Phrase Verified~
