Jackson Jasper
Jackson looked at the young-woman in front of him. He had never seen her in his life. He read the team description and recognized who this was, but just how chipper she was, and how she said his name in such familiarity, confused Jack. They had just met, and she's trying to make friends. "Shannon, hello," Jackson said after a few thoughts, "Please call me Jackson. Even though Jack is a good nickname, I'd rather not be called that by you yet. It shows an affection of having been known for some time, and we have just met. If we survive Bullet Hell, then you might be able to call me Jack. Not unless I die first. And no, I haven't seen the remainder of our team."
And when Shannon introduced herself to Kelly, Kelly only nodded. Obviously not going to state her name a second time. Wow. Stone-cold woman. Bullet Hell seriously messes people up. Jackson sighed, "That's Kelly Michaels. She's our mentor. Also a professional Bullet Hell player."
Jackson nodded to himself, satisfied about the meeting, and put his head back to sleep. Ahh, beautiful, beautiful sleep.