Post by wolfman on Oct 15, 2010 14:00:18 GMT -5
[/size][/blockquote]Jackson Aaron Blackthorn
Character Play-by: Joe Manganiello
name: Jackson (Jax) Hawk Blackthorn
age: 20
gender: Male
orientation: Straitht
race: wolf shifter/rogue/local pack
birthplace: Quileute Reservation/La Push/Washington
current location: Quileute Reservation/La Push/Washington
occupation: Lawn Care Specialist
personality: Jax is one of those big quiet guys. He can come across and not to bright because he just doesn’t talk but he was on the honor roll in high school with straight A’s. But he would never tell anyone that. He’s a peaceful king of guy who doesn’t like trouble for obvious reasons; losing his temper is a bad thing. At least if he begins to lose his temper at work, he and just run into the woods before he becomes a big problem.
Jax is shy around women because he has seen what imprinting does. One he doesn’t ever want to hurt someone he loves, two, he doesn’t want to fall in love with someone then imprint on someone else, three, he doesn’t want to be turned into a lovesick puppy, following some poor girl around and sleeping on her doorstep. So he might come across as rude to women because he refuses to make eye contact with them. He won’t even talk to them unless he has to.
detailed history: Jax was born at home in his mother’s bed. He was always taller than the other children his age. He was blessed with a thick mess of dark wavy hair and some recessive gene from some American explorer back in the 1800’s that caused him to have blue eyes. Not light blue eyes but a deep midnight blue with silver flecks like the nighttime sky.
He grew up fairly normal for a child of his height until he stopped growing when he was 14 and all his friends caught up to him. Suddenly he was the short one. No one seemed to notice though. He was popular and well liked by the other kids in his age group. While in high school some of the boys began to get sick, one by one. When they came back they would only hang out with the boys that got sick before them. And they would be bigger, and they would cut their hair. That was when Jax thought he would rather die than cut his hair.
Just after his 17th birthday he got sick. Then he found out he wasn't really sick, he was changing. He found out that he was a wolf shifter and he grew about a foot and a half. Once again he was taller than his peers. Only now he was built too. He didn't mind that at all. Being that he was a quiet guy his whole life, he wasn't too happy about his thoughts always being shared with the rest of the pack but he got used to it.
He ended up cutting his hair off too, it was just easier and he was hot all the time so long hair was not exactly something he enjoyed having anymore. He started carrying his shoes over his shoulder, tied together at the laces and only wearing shorts unless he had to wear a shirt. Once he graduated from high school he had to have a job where he worked outside since he hated wearing clothes unless he had to and a uniform was out of the question. So he started his own business in lawn care. At least this way he avoids people and girls. To his reasoning, girls hardly ever look at the help. (Oh yeah, dummy, no girl is going to look at a half naked native American who is built like a god standing out on the lawn….).
fears: Imprinting, Spiders, losing a pack member.
strengths: Strong, fast, and smart
weaknesses: Lonely, nervous around women and always hungry.
likes: being outside, running on the beach, the thrill of the chase
dislikes: Vampires, clothes, polka music
facial appearance: He is very handsome and aesthetically pleasing to the eye.
clothing: He wears only shorts if he can help it. He usually has his shoes tied together and thrown over his shoulder and a tank top stuffed in his back pocket.
build: He is athletically built with a lean muscular frame, very well defined.
marks/scars: None
species appearance: When in wolf form he is a solid silver/grey.
powers: [need to request in powers request thread]
your name: Umm
age: 24
how long have you been roleplaying?: about 8 years if you only count writing.
how did you find us?: Ad on another site.
codeword:
roleplay sample:[ Just another day...same as every other day. Every day since he had been released from the hospital had been the same. He got up, got dressed and rolled down the ramp outside his house, pushed through the gate to the garden and wheeled down the sidewalk. Once again it was drizzling. It didn't take long for his hair and shirt to become damp.
He didn’t look at the people he passed. That was always the same too. They would look at him with sad, sympathetic eyes. Sometimes he would hear them murmur about how much potential he had, or call him 'that poor boy'. Did they know how angry that made him? It made him feel like the invalid they saw him as. But he wasn’t an invalid. He didn’t need his legs to make his mark in the world. Maybe he couldn't do it the way he used to but there were other things he could do with his life.
He actually made good money as a tattoo artist. He made more money drawing temporary tattoos than he did doing real ones. He probably made as much money as the upper middle class businessmen in his neighborhood who worked hours and hours of overtime just to stay above water. And he only had to work 4 days per week for 6 or 7 hours. He would have laughed about it but he wasn't very big on laughing these days, he didn't have much reason to.
It was 9 months ago that he lost his family. He was the only survivor in a terrible Christmas accident that took their lives. At first, while he was in the hospital, his friends and teammates came around, alone with Christy, his fiancee. One by one, as time went by and it was certain he would never walk again, his friends stopped coming by until only Christy was left. He was grateful for that. Until one day he told her how much he loved her and appreciated the fact that she had stuck by him and asked her to pick a date for the wedding.
She laughed at him. Not a funny, ha-ha, type of laugh. And uneasy, you are not going to like this, laugh. That's when she got angry and told him she couldn't marry him how he was now. He was broken. She wanted a life and a family. When he pleaded with her she pulled her ring off and threw it at him. What was left of his heart was shattered. He had no more heart. And just like he would never walk again, he swore he would never love again.
As he reached the entrance to his shop, he saw that the kids had moved his ramp again to use for skateboarding. He didn’t mind it so much if they would just put it back. He looked around until he saw it and wheeled over to it. This was going to be fun…not. He moved so he was at arms length and grabbed the rail post, locked his wheels and gave it a pull. It moved a few inches but so did he. He unlocked his wheels, backed up and repeated the process. He knew his shop would be opening late. It took him about 30 minutes to get half way there but now the ground was smoother and it moved easier. By now he was soaked with rain and sweat from the effort. He pulled his shirt off and threw it aside, knowing he had another in the shop, once he could get in. Once again he began the process of dragging the ramp back to his door. By the time he got to the door he arms felt like lead weights and he had a rather large splinter in his hand, but he was late and he knew he had an appointment soon for a big project. He pushed and he pulled until he had it in place, finally.
He was exhausted and unsure about being able to make it up the ramp but he had to try, he couldn’t sit here in the cold rain all day and he was starting to shiver as the rain dripped down his face. He arms felt like rubber as he wheeled to the end of the ramp. He took a deep breath and grabbed his wheels then gave them a shove. He was right. He wasn’t going to make it up the ramp. With wet wheels and the shard of wood in his hand, he didn't have enough of a grip and the chair began to roll backward. He turned the chair so it would back into the rail but that did him no good.
The ramp and the wheels were wet. Even with the no slip strips on the floor, the wheels were between them so he slid until he reached the next strip. The abrupt stop tipped him over and he went sprawling down the ramp. Just as his face was about to hit the pavement, he felt two cold strong hard feminine hands catch him then marble hard arms wrap around him, pulling him into a sitting position. He looked up to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. “Th..thanks…” he murmured as he shivered. Although at this point he was unsure if he was shivering from the cold or trembling from the near disaster.]
