{"Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal." }
- Jean-Paul Sartre
- Jean-Paul Sartre
{Full Name}
Jackson Paul Sarto
{Nickname}
Jack, JP
{Birthday}
December 9
{Age}
21
{Ethnicity}
African-American
{Sexuality}
Heterosexual
{Philosopher}
Jean-Paul Sartre
Jackson Paul Sarto
{Nickname}
Jack, JP
{Birthday}
December 9
{Age}
21
{Ethnicity}
African-American
{Sexuality}
Heterosexual
{Philosopher}
Jean-Paul Sartre
{" If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically." }
- Jean-Paul Sartre
- Jean-Paul Sartre
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{Statistics}
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 lb
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Body Build: Average
{Reality}
To most you ask he's probably of average height and weight, eyes and hair. He doesn't dress to accentuate any of features or even hide them really. He just wears what he feels like and if someone feels the need to notice him, then that's perfectly fine. Often he'll be wearing neutral color palettes in the form of t-shirts, layered long sleeves, jeans, or jackets if the occasion is cold enough. He isn't one to care much about fashion since the purpose of clothes is just to keep your body in good condition. The rare places where he shows identity is in the logos that he chooses for his t-shirts or the amount of facial hair he's growing. Depending on how he feels he will allow his stubble to grow into a beard or shave it off completely and relish the day or two he has before it grows back again. He finds his stubble a pain to manage so unless he's particularly bothered or busy one can expect him to maintain a clean shave. In terms of expression, his emotions are written pretty plainly on his face. If he's happy, he's happy. If he's bored, he's bored. If he's mad, well he'll try to walk away before anything comes from it.
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 lb
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Body Build: Average
{Reality}
To most you ask he's probably of average height and weight, eyes and hair. He doesn't dress to accentuate any of features or even hide them really. He just wears what he feels like and if someone feels the need to notice him, then that's perfectly fine. Often he'll be wearing neutral color palettes in the form of t-shirts, layered long sleeves, jeans, or jackets if the occasion is cold enough. He isn't one to care much about fashion since the purpose of clothes is just to keep your body in good condition. The rare places where he shows identity is in the logos that he chooses for his t-shirts or the amount of facial hair he's growing. Depending on how he feels he will allow his stubble to grow into a beard or shave it off completely and relish the day or two he has before it grows back again. He finds his stubble a pain to manage so unless he's particularly bothered or busy one can expect him to maintain a clean shave. In terms of expression, his emotions are written pretty plainly on his face. If he's happy, he's happy. If he's bored, he's bored. If he's mad, well he'll try to walk away before anything comes from it.
{" My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking." }
- Jean-Paul Sartre
- Jean-Paul Sartre
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{Overview}
Likes: Alcohol, Making music, Taking risks, Comic Books
Dislikes: (Religious) extremists, Authority, Being wrong
Strengths: Lateral thinking,Public speaking, Hardworking
Flaws: Argumentative, Individualist, Very moral
Fears: Abandonment, Needles, Failure
{Deep Inside}
If there is one thing to say about Jackson it is that he does not fear death. While the looming feeling of post-grad blues, fear of finding a job, and the fact that a quarter of your life is over is enough to make most people have an existential crisis, Jackson is the reincarnation of existentialism. He thinks a lot about the purpose of life and very little about death because he's come to peace with the fact that there is nothing after. No God, no heaven, no reincarnation, no second chances. For that reason he tries to live with little regret as possible, little failures as possible, and as many friends as possible because there are no do-overs. If he wants to do something he will put his full effort into getting it done and no matter how good or how bad he is. Fuck if he's going to fail over something as stupid as not trying hard enough.
That being said, he does believe in responsibility. Though there is no moral purpose in doing things for the preparation of an afterlife there is purpose in doing good in your current life. As humans, we are basically all we have in terms of intellectual equals, emotional equals, etc. (because there's no God, seriously) so there really isn't a reason why we should be hurting each other. This isn't to say that Jack is a moral paragon. He has his moments of annoyance, anger, and vindictiveness but he rarely does things out of malice. If he's argumentative it's because (at least in his mind) he's provoked or just really, really sure of how right he is. It might be contradictory to say that what he does is out of anger while assuming that others do mean things out of spite, but in fairness, he never said that human couldn't contradict themselves.
In his quest to live a full life, he sometimes forgets that people are "only human" and that while everyone has free will they don't see the same obligations he does to being responsible. In that sense he can't fault them for that because he believes in finding one's own identity and morals, but he isn't afraid to fight for what he believes is right (even if it means losing a friend). Friends are, in his mind, the one boon in a world where people are "condemned" to freedom. There will be nothing after your death so the least you can do is leave your memory, your achievements, something that makes you immortal. For that reason he longs for a deep friendship and though he doesn't show it, he fears being forgotten.
Likes: Alcohol, Making music, Taking risks, Comic Books
Dislikes: (Religious) extremists, Authority, Being wrong
Strengths: Lateral thinking,Public speaking, Hardworking
Flaws: Argumentative, Individualist, Very moral
Fears: Abandonment, Needles, Failure
{Deep Inside}
If there is one thing to say about Jackson it is that he does not fear death. While the looming feeling of post-grad blues, fear of finding a job, and the fact that a quarter of your life is over is enough to make most people have an existential crisis, Jackson is the reincarnation of existentialism. He thinks a lot about the purpose of life and very little about death because he's come to peace with the fact that there is nothing after. No God, no heaven, no reincarnation, no second chances. For that reason he tries to live with little regret as possible, little failures as possible, and as many friends as possible because there are no do-overs. If he wants to do something he will put his full effort into getting it done and no matter how good or how bad he is. Fuck if he's going to fail over something as stupid as not trying hard enough.
That being said, he does believe in responsibility. Though there is no moral purpose in doing things for the preparation of an afterlife there is purpose in doing good in your current life. As humans, we are basically all we have in terms of intellectual equals, emotional equals, etc. (because there's no God, seriously) so there really isn't a reason why we should be hurting each other. This isn't to say that Jack is a moral paragon. He has his moments of annoyance, anger, and vindictiveness but he rarely does things out of malice. If he's argumentative it's because (at least in his mind) he's provoked or just really, really sure of how right he is. It might be contradictory to say that what he does is out of anger while assuming that others do mean things out of spite, but in fairness, he never said that human couldn't contradict themselves.
In his quest to live a full life, he sometimes forgets that people are "only human" and that while everyone has free will they don't see the same obligations he does to being responsible. In that sense he can't fault them for that because he believes in finding one's own identity and morals, but he isn't afraid to fight for what he believes is right (even if it means losing a friend). Friends are, in his mind, the one boon in a world where people are "condemned" to freedom. There will be nothing after your death so the least you can do is leave your memory, your achievements, something that makes you immortal. For that reason he longs for a deep friendship and though he doesn't show it, he fears being forgotten.
{" Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you." }
- Jean-Paul Sartre
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{History}
Isn't it strange what religion can do to a man? It can turn him into a saint. It can turn him into a false idol. It can turn him into the biggest hypocrite. Raised as a Jehovah's witness, it is a wonder that Jackson didn't turn out the same as his mother and father. He had no birthdays, no Christmases, no sort of celebration that honored anyone other than Jesus. The thing is that for the first ten years of his life, Jack didn't even know who Jehovah was! He just thought Jehovah was the name of some guy who saw God and started the religion. It was blind faith to say the least. He followed what his parents told him without thinking much about what it meant because of all the stories about life after death.
During the time he didn't think much about death because he thought that he would be one of the 144,000 Christians chosen by Jehovah to go to paradise, that he would be safe. It was a source of comfort for him, who had very few friends in school. He didn't act like other children his age, he was shy, he didn't like going to the dangerous sides of the projects and most of the time he would rather be writing than playing games. His parents tried hard to shield him from the dangers of the projects which worked out...until he was hit by a car.
The driver hadn't been malicious or maybe they were, a student who was trying to rush through the dangerous part of the city without getting shot, but missed the forest for the trees. She didn't notice that the light was red on her end or the kid crossing the street. She was too busy looking on Google Maps to make sure she was going the right way. She didn't mean any of it. But she still did it, she nearly ended Jackson's life and she drove away. She was an idiot, but she also helped Jackson see the light because during that moment of impact he realized that there was no white light greeting him there that all of his Christian friends talked about. There was no Jehovah telling him to keep going. All he could see was the short ten years he had before him.
He was lucky in that he walked away with nothing more than some broken bones and some scratches, but his parents decided that it was best they move to a safer neighborhood. It was rough because they didn't have a lot of money and the suburbs weren't the cheapest place to live in. His parents both worked menial jobs to keep him in the apartment, in the rich school with all of the nice textbooks, nice buses, and not-so-nice kids who were predominantly white. If he'd felt out of place in his old school it felt worse here. Everyone had their own idea of what their token black kid was supposed to act like and even if they weren't trying to make him feel outcasted, the expectations of him being some sort of hardened gangster was tiring, almost as much as the questions about whether or not they could touch his hair.
Those who had the tact and understanding to actually befriend him on the basis of personality helped Jack open up and learn more about the world than what he had been told by his parents. High school was his Age of Enlightenment[/i] when he embraced his talents in writing and realized that he was an atheist. Sure, it had stemmed from when he nearly died and lost his faith but only now could he articulate his feelings. He applied for his AP English program his senior year and honed his raw talent, receiving a lot of criticism for his lack of literary experience (which showed in his writing), but praise for his original ideas and style, which he supposed was something. It didn't really matter to him that much because now he was writing and thinking and in his free time, making music/song writing.
When he came out to his parents as atheist they weren't horrified but their relationship became strained. He spent less time in the house and more at his jobs and applying for scholarships. There were days when he would just crash at a friend's place because he got into a religious argument and upset his mother somehow. His mother cared a great deal more about whether he'd be saved than his father so she argued harder. He was like his mother in that he was very moral and responsible, but they differed in what it was that they were moral about. For that reason he decided to remove himself from his family as soon as he finished community college, transferring to Arcane University once he had the money and the credits. Currently he's a double major in performing arts and Philosophy.
Isn't it strange what religion can do to a man? It can turn him into a saint. It can turn him into a false idol. It can turn him into the biggest hypocrite. Raised as a Jehovah's witness, it is a wonder that Jackson didn't turn out the same as his mother and father. He had no birthdays, no Christmases, no sort of celebration that honored anyone other than Jesus. The thing is that for the first ten years of his life, Jack didn't even know who Jehovah was! He just thought Jehovah was the name of some guy who saw God and started the religion. It was blind faith to say the least. He followed what his parents told him without thinking much about what it meant because of all the stories about life after death.
During the time he didn't think much about death because he thought that he would be one of the 144,000 Christians chosen by Jehovah to go to paradise, that he would be safe. It was a source of comfort for him, who had very few friends in school. He didn't act like other children his age, he was shy, he didn't like going to the dangerous sides of the projects and most of the time he would rather be writing than playing games. His parents tried hard to shield him from the dangers of the projects which worked out...until he was hit by a car.
The driver hadn't been malicious or maybe they were, a student who was trying to rush through the dangerous part of the city without getting shot, but missed the forest for the trees. She didn't notice that the light was red on her end or the kid crossing the street. She was too busy looking on Google Maps to make sure she was going the right way. She didn't mean any of it. But she still did it, she nearly ended Jackson's life and she drove away. She was an idiot, but she also helped Jackson see the light because during that moment of impact he realized that there was no white light greeting him there that all of his Christian friends talked about. There was no Jehovah telling him to keep going. All he could see was the short ten years he had before him.
He was lucky in that he walked away with nothing more than some broken bones and some scratches, but his parents decided that it was best they move to a safer neighborhood. It was rough because they didn't have a lot of money and the suburbs weren't the cheapest place to live in. His parents both worked menial jobs to keep him in the apartment, in the rich school with all of the nice textbooks, nice buses, and not-so-nice kids who were predominantly white. If he'd felt out of place in his old school it felt worse here. Everyone had their own idea of what their token black kid was supposed to act like and even if they weren't trying to make him feel outcasted, the expectations of him being some sort of hardened gangster was tiring, almost as much as the questions about whether or not they could touch his hair.
Those who had the tact and understanding to actually befriend him on the basis of personality helped Jack open up and learn more about the world than what he had been told by his parents. High school was his Age of Enlightenment[/i] when he embraced his talents in writing and realized that he was an atheist. Sure, it had stemmed from when he nearly died and lost his faith but only now could he articulate his feelings. He applied for his AP English program his senior year and honed his raw talent, receiving a lot of criticism for his lack of literary experience (which showed in his writing), but praise for his original ideas and style, which he supposed was something. It didn't really matter to him that much because now he was writing and thinking and in his free time, making music/song writing.
When he came out to his parents as atheist they weren't horrified but their relationship became strained. He spent less time in the house and more at his jobs and applying for scholarships. There were days when he would just crash at a friend's place because he got into a religious argument and upset his mother somehow. His mother cared a great deal more about whether he'd be saved than his father so she argued harder. He was like his mother in that he was very moral and responsible, but they differed in what it was that they were moral about. For that reason he decided to remove himself from his family as soon as he finished community college, transferring to Arcane University once he had the money and the credits. Currently he's a double major in performing arts and Philosophy.
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