nicknames: Jax or Jackie
age: twenty-three
sexuality: bisexual (not quite closeted, but his father still knows nothing about it)
occupation: full-time student, part-time bookkeeper
hex: 1A1AFF
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"I need you to hold all of the sadness I cannot live with inside of me."
I'm In Here - Sia
Several years may have passed, but not a lot has changed about Jackson's appearance. The most notable difference would be his once short, neatly kept locks have now grown into a silky, wavy mess. He may have also grown a few inches since graduation, now standing at a solid five feet, eleven inches instead of his five foot, nine high school self. Aside from these two aspects, Jax still remains the same lanky kid he used to be. He still preserves the smooth baby face he was so known for, and his smile has the same if not slightly more shine.
His fashion sense, however, has changed a bit if only for the better. Being in London for several years has influenced his clothing choices in a positive light. Instead of his neatly kept trousers and collar shirts, his closet is now made up of ripped jeans, long and short sleeve t-shirts and boots with a winter section filled with trench coats, scarves and the occasional beanie. More than to be fashionable, his dress code evolutioned in order to adjust to the cold climate and frequent thunderstorms.
After the series of incidents that happened during his last years of high school, Jackson realized that if he didn't stand up for himself no one else would either. And so he began to do just that. He came to learn that the more he looked after himself instead of others, the more doors that opened for him. His confidence has risen greatly, though he's still feeling some of his old insecurities. The major difference now is, he refuses to let his weaknesses show. She refuses to be another person's emotional punching bag, and he refuses to let others decide what he should and shouldn't do. He's much more bright and cheerful, with a pleasant amount of charm. In place of his quiet, studious self is now a curious chatterbox. He's made it a point to speak what's on his mind, even if it's sometimes something that people don't want to hear. However, with all that has changed, one thing still remains. His heart of gold. Whether in the United States, England or anywhere else in the world, Jackson's kind heart and compassionate soul will forever be his trademark.
✓reading (especially mystery novels) ✓warm coffee ✓Autumn (his favorite season) ✓London life ✓Chocolate anything ✓The Beatles ✓Sleep ✓Little kids
✘his old self ✘his family (not always but most of the time) ✘bullies/liars ✘pumpkin spice ✘parties ✘romance movies (because things like that would never happen in real life)
Having been born into a fairly wealthy, successful family had most think Jackson had it easy, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He was born as the last of four siblings, a fact that no one in the household ever let him forget. As the youngest, rather than being babied, he was often the rest of the family's emotional punching bag. When they had no one to blame, they blamed him. When there was no one to lash out of, he was the one dealing with the insults. It started out as an occasional thing, but soon became a habit everyone seemed to have picked up on. Quiet little Jackson never back talked, never protested even if the treatments were unfair, he simply took the hits. Though he was never attacked physically, the emotional abuse was more than enough.
As he transitioned into high school, Jackson began to withdraw more and more into himself. The bright and cheerful child that he used to be was rapidly disappearing. His warm smile began to show less and less. He began to focus less on himself and more on his studies, hoping that making the honor roll would somehow impress his parents. Hoping that being in the top 1% of his class would get them to ease up on him, and give him the love and approval he so desperately needed. At first it appeared to be working. His parents and siblings alike stopped verbally abusing him less and less, however as time went on he was now becoming invisible in his own home. Nothing he ever did was good enough for them. Now, instead of their punching bag, it was as if he didn't even exist. From the outside, to everyone that saw them. the Park family was perfect in all the ways a family could be. But had they asked Jackson, it would have been an entirely different story.
As this went on, Jax began to tutor, hoping that doing extra school activities would keep his mind of off everything else. One of the students assigned to him was a member of the football team. Tall, handsome, popular, your typical jock. But what started out as tutoring turned into casual flirting, This then turned into confessions, and finally, Jax let himself be persuaded into sleeping with this guy, something that he would soon regret. It was his first time sleeping with anyone, and though he didn't regret the act too terribly, he did regret who he'd done it with. Immediately after, this boy whom Jax thought he'd come to know, became something entirely different. He threatened Jackson in various ways, making it clear that he would make his life a living hell if he so much as thought about mentioning what had happened between them to anyone. Confused and heartbroken, Jax cried for weeks, but he kept his word and never spoke about it. This took a toll on him. His grades were beginning to drop, he was sleeping less and less and crying more and more. On one particularly hard day at school, one of the days when he just could not keep his eyes open due to exhaustion, he went home on the excuse of being sick.
He arrived at his place thinking it would be empty, however what he found was far from it. The moment he stepped inside, he could hear faint chattering coming from a room. He followed the voices, recognizing one of them as his mother's, all the while making sure not to get caught. When he finally reached the room, he found his mother and a very familiar looking man whom Jax recognized as his father's business partner, locking tongues. He didn't hear much of the conversation, but from what he could catch, he gathered that this wasn't a one time thing. This had been happening for a long time now, and would continue to happen if no one caught onto them. In the midst of his emotions, Jackson hadn't realized he'd gasped outloud. This led to the duo quickly figuring out his presence, which then led to more threats from them both. Jackson's mind was too tired to keep up with all that was being said, but among everything, the main threat was to out his secret the infamous jock had made him swear he'd keep. Living under threats had now become 90% of Jackson's life. So he did the only thing he could do. He fixed his grades, applied to different universities as far away from that town as he could manage, and once the opportunity to leave was offered he took it without a second thought and so much as a single glance back.