Jacob tends to be polite and formal upon meeting most everyone, Jacob seems to be the kind of guy who accepts others for who they are and nothing else. He'd like to think he's that way too... but deep down he knows he has the habit of judging others harshly. For every little mistake they make or flaw they have... he notices it... he rarely mentions it. But he notices. He was cursed from an early age with an extraordinary gift. The gift to see beyond the painted shells and masks that people wear, to notice the small things about the World itself and understand their intricacies, to get people to open up to him. Sometimes he feels he knows the people around him better than he knows himself. Noteworthy however is that he is NOT some kind of super hero, he does not have the ability to read minds... or see the future... or even anticipate others actions to the tee. He is just incredibly perceptive. The faintest smiles, the lightest laughs, the single tears and the self hating rows. He notices all of them. This perception of others and the World used to please him. He could tell when people were lying roughly seventy five percent of the time, he was able to force people into talking about their problems and sorting them out since he probably already picked up on something about them already, he was able to see difficult problems as simple riddles and understand the greater philisophical theories of the World at a much younger age then almost all others. He viewed his genius like perception as a gift.

Until he turned that perception to that which is totally impossible for him to totally understand. The flow of time itself and his own incredible mind. He views himself and what he can do with disgust. To view oneself and know all of ones flaws totally... it isn't a pleasant feeling. Every mistake he makes, every imperfection he has, every time he fumbles, stumbles or messes up generally. He instantly knows what he has done wrong. How stupid he has been for doing it and how he could have done it better. He doubts himself, bullies himself, every thought about himself is a bad one. Every step he takes is a mistake in his own eyes and it terrifies him. Eventually he ended up developing autophobia, fearing being alone with his thoughts and fearing himself in general. This led to his spectrophobia, as facing his own reflection forces him to face his own flaws. He prefers to be with other people as it keeps him away from himself... so much so that it has developed into a full out fear of being alone.

When with others he acts as he always has. Happy, outgoing, strong-willed, yet polite, a leader willing to wait for others to walk alongside him. He likes to motivate people when they're down and encourage others to conquer anything that troubles them. He loves to focus on others to make them see the brighter side and to embrace themselves and defeat their flaws. He is in essence a motivator. However when alone... his personality totally flips. He gets moody and aggressive towards new people. He hates and fears his own mind and tries talking to himself as a distraction. He has one other phobia worth mentioning, chronophobia, the fear of time moving forward aswell as the things time moving forward will change. This is a phobia that is always there... even more so when he is with others rather than when he is alone. A constant voice in his head... a reminder that the happy times whenever he may have them always come to an end. That the progression of time will always seperate him from those he cares about leading him to the eventual bitter lonely experience of his death. That true happiness is just a lie told by time to make passing through it easier. Knowing that and thinking on all that has happened to him so far (using his advanced perception to do so) it combines all of his fears and if let continue he will proceed to his state of "breakdown".

When Jacob reaches a "breakdown" state due to his three phobias piling up he is forced into a completely terrified position, a few symptoms of this will act as a warning.
-Jacob will fall to his kness.
-He will gain a glassy empty look in his already fearful eyes.
-His lip will quiver.
-He'll begin to mumble, so quietly you can barely hear, but if listened to closely he's trying to convince himself everything will be alright.
-If left in this state without any outside help, he will burst into hysteria, crying uncontrollably until he is calmed down in some way shape or form.




Jacob was a boy with the mind of a man. That was what they called him in his early years, he seemed the natural born leader and a mature and perceptive individual from as early an age as six. He always surprised and brought a smile to the faces of adults he talked to. Able to comprehend and understand advanced conversations at an extraordinarily young age. He started by focusing his gaze on the World itself, being a child he found it was important to learn as much about the Earth around him as he could before he focused on anything else. He took great interest in learning of how things worked... how the Worlds most complex things actually functioned... he didn't know what it would do to him... He learned of many things, how plants and animals lived grew and died... the differences between these deaths and lifespans and what it all meant. Eventually his mind reached one particular topic. Time. He wasn't so frightened at first... the idea that this invisible force would push the World forward on its own accord was frightening yes but he found it more interesting than anything. How time would take something and slowly wear it away until there was nothing left... like an incurable disease. He didn't truly fear it until one night roughly two years ago. He woke up in a startled sweat, tears rolling down his face. His mind had shown him something... what the future would hold not just for him but for everyone... a perceptive realisation mind you, not a vision. He saw time kill him and watched as he faded from existence... all the happy times that he had leading up to nothing but an inevitable death and he... would be forgotten. He held his sides and cried, hysteria breaching his mind. His parents rushed into the room to find him lying there, covered in cold sweat and tears... absolutely terrified.

He was diagnosed as having chronophobia a week later. His parents kept his mind off of it distracting him and spending time with him. He forgot about his minds perceptive nature for a little while and he was happy. However eventually he remembered, who he was and what his perception showed him... it wouldn't just go away. But focusing on the ways of the World? He couldn't do that anymore... he was afraid to. So he turned his gift in a different direction. Focusing on the one thing he knew he could trust, something real, something he could touch, something he could see. People. He learnt the true extent of his perception in this way. He learned of peoples emotions, their ins and outs, their positives and negatives, their flaws and perfections, their triumphs and imperfections. He helped them to face themselves, he talked to them, he helped them, it made him forget about time and the World and he was happy again. But just like he had learned and as he would soon be reminded... happiness to him, was nothing but a lie.

As he viewed people he eventually began to wonder... "What of myself? What am I?" He knew he was different and this interested him. "What are my flaws he thought?" He saw them. He foolishly looked into his own mind and saw the mistakes and regrets he bore with disturbing clarity. Everything about himself revealed in an instant. He reeled back... it wasn't something he wanted to see. He had made a mistake he realised. He took a step back and slipped. Thoughts rushed through his head... wrong foot placement, foolish clumsiness, pathetic lack of balance, idiotic fear. He put another foot back and managed to hastily stop himself from falling... But even that movement seemed wrong to him. More flaws rushing through his mind like a torrential river. He placed his hands over his ears and begged the words to stop, but no one can block out the voices in their own mind. In that moment as if in an attempt to shield himself, he looked away turning to the right only to come face to face with his own reflection. A mirror, placed upon the wall. He saw a boy, tears in his eyes, hands on his ears, crying because the voices in his head wouldn't shut up. "Lunatic... psychopath... sociopathic freak..." His mind screamed at him and his hands fell to his sides as he himself fell to his knees. Happiness... his happiness had been short lived. Time had moved forward and now he had seen the truth in the World and in himself at once. Tears fell more quickly from his eyes and he felt his lungs ache as he began to scream.

Some time passed and Jacob was now sixteen, sitting behind another desk with his parents, facing another doctor. Autophobia... and due to the unfortunate circumstances of his episode, spectrophobia also. Jacobs parents, the doctor and Jacob himself... all four sat in solemn silence for a few moments. Jacob felt only one thing... hopeless. His parents began to discuss with the doctor the delicate issue of paying for Jacobs therapy... he knew they couldn't afford it. Jacob hung his head low, there seemed to be no options left for him or his parents. The perception he thought of as a gift was more a curse to him than anything. In that single moment Jacob was about to let go. To give up and accept a cruel and fearful life. When suddenly he heard his mother speak with a burst of curiosity. "What's this?" His Father chimed in aswell. "How do you pronounce that? Po...bo...fo?" Jacob looked up from his depressed position and picked up a brochure the doctor had placed on the table. "Phobos... academy...?" He murmured. "Phobos Academy is right m'boy!" The doctor said with a tone of happiness. "It's a private school situated on a peaceful island. It's designed for people with similar conditions to you... to help them conquer their fears and live happily." He explained. It was within his parents price range... the long term worries of continuous therapy out the window. "Live... happily..." He thought. But wasn't happiness to him just a phase in time?... If that was what he let himself believe he realised, then that is exactly what it would be. This "Phobos Academy" was Jacobs only chance. He had to take it or else he would suffer with his fear... forever. "Doctor..." Jacob murmured a slight smile forming on his face. "Where do I sign up?"