James "Jay" Jackson
18
[♛GENDER||]
Male
[♛SEXUALITY||]
Straight but somewhat questioning
[♛YEAR||]
High school Senior (was about to graduate)
[♛WHY ARE YOU HERE?||]
One day he was minding his own business when all of a sudden, a kid shoved him into a locker. Of course he wasn't going to do nothing so he went up to the sucker and beat him to death. Then some buddies of the guy decided to surround him and stab him in the arm, so he stopped and turned around. Right before he could do anything, teachers broke them up and sent James to the office. Couple of weeks of suspension later.. he came back with a bat and let's just say.. things got gruesome. Now he's here.
[♛MAJOR/MINOR||]
Major in Design
[♛ROOM||]
TBA
★ Art
★ Music
★ His Headphones
★ Sweets; mostly lollipops
[♛DISLIKES||]
☆ Work
☆ Studying
☆ Wasting his time on annoying people
[♛DESCRIPTION||]
Has spiky, bright blonde hair that is soft to the touch. His eye color
changes daily to different shades of blue; though it doesn't depend on
his mood. He usually wears a dark jacket with a colored shirt, and always
has matching headphones to go with the color; You will rarely see him
without them. He doesn't know what his weight is because he never bothers
to check because he knows it's good enough considering his slender image.
He has fairly light skin that has a few faded scars from previous fights.
[♛PERSONALITY||]
He always notices the small, important things which is a good trait considering
on what he is planning on majoring in. He doesn't seem care about most things
but deep down he MIGHT. James doesn't particularly lose his cool right away,
but if he does, he doesn't like holding back. James isn't the kind of guy to
disrespect someone but will if he has to. He's a loyal friend who will fight for
you if he has to, and knows how to keep secrets.
[♛HISTORY||]
His father left very early so he doesn't have much memory of him; not that he
cares much anyway. His mother soon became an alcoholic to 'release' the pain.
Most of the time when James came home, he would find his mother passed
out drunk, leaving him to tend the house. When she wasn't passed out, she
wouldn't bother taking care of him. Whenever he cried when he was a
child, she would give him a lollipop and tell him to 'be a good boy'. Most of
the time this trick worked -since he loved sweets- and wouldn't bother
her. Over the years he began to not care for his mother, just as she did
with him. When the whole fighting thing happened, his auntie took over
and took guardianship for him. He hasn't seen his mother since that day