Description

GENERAL INFO
Name: Jackson Michealson
Nicknames: Jackie
Gender: Male
Race/Nationality: White, Welsh
Birth Date: October 30th
Age: 15
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Newbie
Ability: Shadow-step: The ability to teleport objects, and or himself, from one place to another. The distance he can teleport things is determined by size and quantity. It gets it's name from a blackness left over any time an object steps through space, like a drop of ink contorting in water, but in this case mid air.

APPEARANCE
Height: 5'5"
Eye Color: Green/Grey
Hair color: Brown
Tattoos: A large Celtic Tree on his upper back
Body type: Slim

PERSONALITY

Jackson is witty, observant, and bit of an abnormal thinker. There isn't much that gets past him. However as a natural artist, he struggles structure and conformity . He hates to be told what or how to do things causing him to clash with any authoritarian figure, especially if he thinks he can outsmart them, and he usually could. Jackson is a notorious trickster. Being so small for a guy, violence isn't really an option for him so he prefers a more passive aggressive route, setting traps and playing cruelly embarrassing pranks, but only on those that cross him. He's not the type to care what others think, or say about him, and he can go from deathly quiet to talking a mile a minute. If something catches his interest there's no end to his sea of question, and it often takes a clamped hand over his mouth to shut him up. His most admiral quality, is his passion for the things that he loves, and his ability to articulate those passions with a certain reverence.

More About

Other Interest: Climbing, Longboarding, bug catching, bird watching, reading

Known Languages: Welsh, English, French

So begins...

Jackson Michealson's Story

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#2013-11-20 20:55:00, as written by AmyGotScared

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"Good Morning, and welcome to the New Blood students that have come and joined us this year! Please take this time to explore this facility and to enjoy the beauty and history that runs through the halls! If you have any questions, please find a faculty member or one of the Superlative students. Enjoy, and be merry!"

The scratchy and overplayed announcement over the speakers rang through Cambria’s head, and she groaned a bit as she stood up from the chair in her dorm room. They played that every year, the same recording of the shrilled woman speaking of greetings that had been there longer then she had. It was the beginning of a new year. Unlike every regular school, they didn’t have breaks and vacations, due to the fact that they were not exactly trusted to go outside the Institutions doors with their untrained powers. Well, they were allowed outside, but only into the city and when accompanied by a teacher or a superlative student. Lucky for her, she was a superlative and could leave by herself, but it took her awhile to reach that point of rank. In the years back students were free to leave at their own will, but ever since one of last year’s younger students was taken and murdered by the rebel group that found out about the secret of the Institution, they bumped up the protection just a bit.

Grabbing a sweater off one of the hangers in her closet, she threw it on over her tank top. Looking at her outfit, it was mostly black, just like it was most days. Slinging her book bag across her shoulder, she rummaged through it making everything she needed was inside, her sheet music, her sketching book, pencils and whatever. Making the mental checklist, she mumbled under her breath. “I’m missing my psychology book. Must have left it in the music room.” She was originally planning to head over to meet Ben to talk about the New Bloods and discuss what they were going to inform them of about the institute and the hierarchy and everything, but she would have to make a stop now first.

Walking out of her sketch filled, and a bit messy dorm room, she made her way down the long hallway. The walls were plastered with stain glass windows and ornate walls that you could easily tell have been there for a long while. French writing and inscriptions laced the walls as well. Going down the large, chestnut wood stair case, she wandered into the main hall. She noticed a few old faces she knew, and a couple of new ones. There were around forty-five students this year, and many of them New bloods. Giving a nod of her head in greeting to some of the people she passed by, she went down a corridor not many went down. The old church was almost practically a maze, filled with rooms many have yet to discover. Reaching the end of the cool stone hall, she opened up the last door on the right, and walked in, shutting it behind her.

The room was dark, the only light being let through was the sky light on the very high ceiling, made of stain glass. It reflected colors all around the room, and it was pretty calming. Walking up to the old piano right in the middle of the room, she grabbed the book she had left on the bench the night before. The only reason she had the psychology book, was to understand the mind and how everything affects it. It was useful when it came to understanding her own power. Slipping it into her bag, she turned to leave, but stopped mid way. She had new sheet music with her, and decided while she was here she could at least try and play one. ”What the hell.” She shrugged with a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips. Grabbing the music, she set it down as she sat at the piano, and began playing.

The soft music filled the small room, and it echoed and bounced off the walls. It wasn’t a very long piece, and she sat there for a minute after it was done, contemplating whether or not to leave and go deal with the ruckus of a new year, or stay alone in the quiet, where she liked it.

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#2013-11-25 22:42:09, as written by fonkyomom

"Good Morning, and welcome to the New Blood students that have come and joined us this year! Please take this time to explore this facility and to enjoy the beauty and history that runs through the halls! If you have any questions, please find a faculty member or one of the Superlative students. Enjoy, and be merry!"

Jackson was already wide awake before the morning announcement. He was dressed in one of the first of his outfits that had been unpacked; A bluish grey, long sleeved shirt made of a soft comfy material , with three buttons running down the center and sleeves rolled up just above his elbows. A pair of slim fitting jeans, suspenders, brown boots that had been darkened in some areas by constant exposer to moister. The most peculiar feature of his person was the patches of blue, violet color that circumference his eye sockets.

He had been basking in the plainness of his dorm. His old room with his parents had been decorate head to toe drawings of many different species of birds, and oddly enough perfectly preserved specimens of the many different bug species he had managed to collect over the years while travelling with his parents, who were researchers of some small renown. It was their dream to make the next groundbreaking discovery, but he was never interested enough in their work to inquire about it on his own initiative. When he found out he would be leaving his old life behind, he decided to leave all of it, bug collection at all. He decided to begin a whole new collection from scratch for his new home and life.

When the scratchy announcement played over the intercom he took a deep breath while running a hand through his wavy brown, and a feeling of rebirth washed over him. It was a good feeling. Jackson was ready and excited to learn about and gain control of his strange new power, and even more eager to start his first official day at The Silhouette Institution. However, just as he was about to head out to explore his new home as instructed, he began to feel a familiar and almost impossible feeling to describe. It was happening already. The world around him became a disorienting blur as time seemed to slow down, and speed up to hundred times than normal all in the same moment accompanied by a feeling of extreme seasickness. The only way to put an end to it was to shut his eyes tight, prepare, and let the jump happen. It was like a brief moment of weightlessness and he would suddenly be across the room. This time something odd happened. When he closed his eyes, that moment of weightlessness lasted longer than usual, and when he opened his eyes he was facing the ceiling. The very second he realized what was happening his body collided with ground, hard. He had appeared in mid air this time, but he had no idea how far he had fallen or how bad he was hurt. When he tried to lift his head, he groaned and gave up on the simple task that took more out of him than it should. It made him dizzy and he saw stars.

He couldn't yet make out his surroundings as the disorienting after affects of shadow-stepping made it nearly impossible. However he could make out the shape of small blond girl, another student. <font color=533CBE>"Well...this is a bit awkward "</font> He spoke to the girl in an accent that was, even while slurred by his current condition, recognizably British.

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#2013-11-29 04:58:26, as written by XDcakeXD

"Well. No one would miss me if I went outside I'm sure." Luana said turning away from the window she began to skip a little down the hall. Sooner or later she would find the exit and then she would be outside in the nice gardens.

The only sound she heard were the sounds of her own footsteps however something felt amiss. Spinning around she felt some sort of tension. Her eyes scanned around the hall but she saw nothing. Then she looked upwards. Her grey eyes dilated and she felt her hands instinctively cover her mouth.

Above her was a floating a person. Or what she thought was floating person,who was actually falling. Unconsciously her feet stepped backwards as the person crashed down against the floor. Her body froze a bit. Was he okay? "Oh my gosh!What do I do? Is he dead?" she panicked quietly to herself completely forgetting about her trip outside to the gardens.

Hearing the noise of a living person coming from the body, she felt herself relax a little. Her hands came down to her side as the male raised his head. Luana stared at the man curiously, he looked around her age and had a dark shading around his eyes. Looking from him to the ceiling, she questioned how in the world had he fallen on to the ground in front of her,she then focused back to the man who spoke.

"Well.... this is a bit awkward"

Her eyes shifted left and right. There was no one else here so the only person he could commune with was her.

"Not really...It's only awkward if you make it awkward. I think..." she tugged at her silvery gold strands hesitantly.

"A-Are there a lot of hidden trap doors in this place or something? You just appeared out of nowhere.It was..." placing a finger on her chin she contemplated a bit trying to find the best word.

"Uhh...Strange? No, no Luana that's bad. You shouldn't call people strange." she rambled hitting the palm of her hand on her forehead.

"I'm sorry."

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