Post by Kat on Sept 12, 2010 23:47:55 GMT -8
Name: Ja'son (Jackson)
Age: Twenty-One (Autumn)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate, Fisherman, General Handyman
Location: Itnala
Personality:
Contrary to his lack of skill and coordination in many areas, the skill and coordination he would need to fish, for example, Jackson possesses a driven and determined temperament which propels him to try to do his best, even if he fails. He will try to complete a task as many times as he needs to in order to finish the task, because he feels that he has to try his hardest in all parts of life, even if his hardest is not good enough to do what he needs to do. Jackson is a man who believes in the journey before the destination; he believes that the process of trying to complete a task is probably, in the end, more important than the task itself, and he views every attempt as an opportunity for self better. While this viewpoint sounds quite well rounded, the truth of the matter is that Jackson developed it in order to explain and justify his less than ideal skill set and his almost inhuman clumsiness. Because, especially when he was younger, Jackson failed as so many tasks, he has had to find a way to live in a world which is not suited to his needs. He has learned to adapt his mindset to create a drive that will empower him to work, and if he had not learned that mindset, he never would have been able to reach any sort of personal success.
Before the death of his wife, Jackson was in a perpetually good mood. He was active most of the time, almost hyper, and he could always manage to entertain himself, no matter what the situation. He felt that unhappiness was worthless, a state which he inflicted upon himself, and so he refused to remain unhappy for long periods of time. Without his cheerfulness, Jackson would have been discouraged by his clumsy nature and the disappointment of his family. The other defense mechanism Jackson has put into place to handle his inability to perform simple tasks is that he easily slips into bought of self-mockery. The man cheerful, animated, and amusing, and he can deflect his jovial nature inwards, towards himself. He seems unaffected by his many failures, able to easily toss jokes off about his own incapacity to reach success, and he also does not mind if others mock him. Of course, to some extent, many repetitive jokes can wear away at Jackson’s temperament, but he never allows people to see that they hurt him, and his skin is thick enough that in a majority of a time he is truly unaffected by words or insults, but as soon as he starts to become harmed and bothered, each comment eats away at his mindset. In most situations, though, Jackson proves that he can mock himself almost endlessly, and that he easily opens himself up to such humor.
But now, Jackson has been changed irreparably. His entirely demeanor has gone from frantic animation to one of a flat and sad affect. An anger burns inside of Jackson. He is angry at the xymokoxi for killing his wife. He is angry at the world for allowing his wife to die, and he even is angry at his family and friends for not supporting him as a child. But Jackson cannot allow the anger to present itself in him. Instead of expressing his anger, Jackson is letting it consume him, eat him from the inside out, and to other people, Jackson is lachrymose, filled and consumed with a deep sadness which reflects in his slow mannerisms and his dead, liquid eyes. The anger inside of Jackson exists, but it has been repressed, because Jackson is afraid of it. He had thought he was a good person, a nonviolent, productive family man, and men with his temperament were not the men who felt like they wanted to rip the world apart, to deconstruct everything around him with a furious rampage of carnage. He does not trust himself to remain under control, because the anger is only now blooming inside of his heart. To keep his temper controlled, then, Jackson has shut himself off from his emotions, and instead of feeling the anger, he feels very little at all. His affect is flat, tragically phlegmatic, and only tiny glimpses of either his inner fury or his dissolving good cheer remain.
At Jackson’s core is the man who valued his family, his wife, and his place in life above all else. While he may not have been the most productive member of society, he was a good member of society. As a husband, Jackson was the happiest, the most dedicated to any task he had ever been, and Jackson longs to be a provider again. He liked the stability of the thought of family, of the label, so when he lost his Isabel, he not only lost the person he loved more than anyone, any thing, else in the world, but he also lost the Jackson who was Jackson, husband and future father. To the people who do manage to befriend Jackson, to see past his tepid apathy, the man is fiercely loyal, as he believes strongly in the necessity for relationships in a person’s life. He would never betray his friends or family, because he needs his friends and family, and he expects them to treat him with the same regard that he treats them. While the man is not sure that he can ever love anyone as much as his Isabel, a part of him still longs to be in a family unit again, to have a wife and children, but that dream seems so far away, as if with Isabel, his ability to be with another woman like that died as well.
Appearance:
Although Jackson is only a little taller than average, standing a flat six feet, not a millimeter more, he looks a bit taller than he actually is. The reason for this illusion is because the man is quite thin and narrow. He is almost willowy in build, with long limbs and a long torso, and all the muscle on his body is lean and tight. Before Isabel died, Jackson had a much more impressive build, with a lot of definition and bulk across his wide shoulders, but since his wife’s death, the man has lost a significant amount of weight. He eats far less than he used to, and the result is that his body has lost a lot of mass. And he looks like he is too thin, because he looks too small, like a reduced man without a proper amount of musculature. Even when he was at the peak of his physical form, Jackson was never thick, as his body’s muscle is thin and tight, but he was much more filled out than he is now.
Jackson’s face is also rather thin; as his cheekbones are high, and his forehead tall and rather large. His forehead is also extremely emotive, as the lines in his forehead often convey his thoughts and emotions, in the form of concerned ridges. He keeps his head shaved, to some degree, at all times, because he does not want to deal with his hair. He likes to keep his hair very short, which exposes the round shape of his head. His jaw is narrow, as is his chin, which increases the illusion of length in the man’s face. When Jackson smiles, his smile seems to take up his whole face, because his eyebrows engage, and his wide mouth seems almost too large for his narrow jaw. The result is that his smile is instantly infectious, a bright, excited grin.
Because Jackson has been a worker his whole life, even a bad one, his hands are callused and rough, but more notably, on his right hand, a long, thick white scar scratches over his brown skin. The scar is straight, crossing his palm on a slant, and even though it is almost eleven years old, it is unfortunately obvious. The wound never healed correctly, from when Jackson sliced his hand open when he was eleven, because of the fifteen stitches, an infection, and ten more stitches, used to heal the gash. The mobility in his hand is affected, and his movements with his right hand are stiff.
The man’s skin is dark, a golden brown color, and the tone of his skin is quite even. Sometimes, if he spends a lot of time in the sun, he will darken, but the change in tone is not very noticeable. The man often dresses in light clothing, however, as it is cooler, and the colors tend to contrast with the shade of his skin.
On his left ring finger, Jackson still wears his wedding ring, which is a simple, thin golden band. On the inside of the ring is his wife’s name, but the inscription cannot be seen from the outside. When he is nervous or upset, usually when Jackson’s memory is triggered, he twists the ring around his finger with his right hand.
Simourv Name: Foph
Simourv Color: Blue (A9B8C6)
Simourv Age: 0 years
Personality:
protective, possessive, focuses only on those close to him
[pending]
Appearance:
[pending]
Parentage:
Gray Eceph x Black Alianph
Family:
Isabel, wife, dead
Biltmore, father, 55
Kasia, mother, 43
Delilah, sister, 27
Thales, brother, 25
Pets:
Midas, Male Cat
Rue, Female Llama
History:
Born the third child of a fishing family, Jackson’s childhood lacked any sort of discord or drama. His family was happy, and they made enough money to live very comfortably in the town of Itnala. Of course, the treat of koxi always lingered in the air, but Jackson never felt that the threat was real, even when he saw the maulings and injuries from such creatures first hand. He was a dreamy child, who was always very much lost in his head, which usually attempted to formulate new ways of pulling practical jokes on his family. Biltmore, Jackson’s father, was a great fisherman, one of the best in Itnala, and he was determined to raise both his sons and his daughter in the trade which had established his home. Thales and Jackson were taken out on fishing boats, while Kasia remained in the kitchen, teaching his lovely daughter to cook and gut fish to perfection. The family dynamic was absolutely perfect, a well oiled system, without a single cog out of place.
But the perfection only lasted as long as it took the reality of Jackson’s natural talents to expose themselves. While Thales was a wonder in the water, able to swim and hold his breath for long stretches of time, as soon as Jackson attempted to swim, he sank. And his failure continued. He had trouble baiting lines or pulling in traps, and eventually, his very presence on the boat caused a loss in profit for his disappointed father. When Biltmore finally ordered Jackson to leave the family’s boat, he was eleven, and Kasia, his mother, promised that he could help her gut the fish that Thales and Biltmore caught. And yet, as soon as Jackson gripped a knife, it slipped, and he split open his hand, which needed fifteen stitches across the palm in order to heal. While Kasia was more tactful about the issue that her husband had been, she made sure that Jackson never again clutched a knife. He was impossibly clumsy, tripping over objects and knocking into posts that other people easily avoided. It was almost as if Jackson attracted objects on which to injure himself. In the time span between his eleventh birthday and his fourteenth birthday, Jackson sliced open his hand, broke his arm twice, and broke an ankle, a rib, and his left big toe. His track record was impressive, and it only continued to grow. So Jackson was banished away from the ocean, and he was forced to clean house, file paper work, and generally perform menial task during which he could not injure himself. His love of pranks left him, as he became more and more despaired.
On his fourteenth birthday, Jackson vowed to change his life. He refused to fail, and he became determined to prove to his family that he had a purpose and that he was worth while. Jackson began to offer his services as a house cleaner to the families around him, and he preformed any odd jobs that were offered to him. He would scrub boats, bait hooks and traps, sharpen knives, file paper work, or clean the house, and he charged a small fee for all the tasks he preformed. At first, Jackson’s family remained unaware of his actions, but eventually, his capital and reputation began to increase. He became well known in Itnala not only for his constant string of health problems, but also for his skills at cleaning and doing what he was told. Everyone in the town, it seemed, had hired Jackson to help them with harvest, or a wedding, or a festival. Since Kasia had ensured that her son could read and write, he had used that talent to offer his services as a scrivaner, and despite his apparent lack of coordination, his handwriting was clean and crisp enough to look professional and attractive.
And it was while he was cleaning a boat for a wealthy Itnalan family, that Jackson first set sight on Isabel. He was sixteen at the time, and he immediately fell in love with the graceful wisp of a blond woman who crossed his path and watched him work. At first, Jackson had no idea how to approach the woman, so he did not do so, and instead, Jackson continually offered his help to her parents. Through talking to her parents, as Jackson was quire charming, he learned that she was only six months younger than he, and named Isabel. Armed with that information, Jackson purchased a bundle of flowers, mixed with delicate and thin sprigs of seaweed, and he asked her on a small date, a picnic the next day, at the base of the tower, where he served roasted fish sandwiches and wine. Their romance evolved from there. Isabel found Jackson’s clumsy nature charming, and she fell for him because he was everything her father was not. While Isabel’s father was stern, Jackson was animated; while Isabel’s father was driven by greed, Jackson was driven by an innate desire to avoid disappointing others. She thought that Jackson was compassionate and witty, and she grew to love him. Jackson loved Isabel, because, in his eyes, she was perfect, a lithe golden goddess of virtue and grace.
Even though Isabel’s family disapproved of the match, the pair eloped when they were eighteen and seventeen respectively. Both families were forced to accept the act once it was complete. Three months later, Jackson had acquired enough diasks to buy his own ship, which he manned with Isabel’s help. Of course, Jackson was not very good at fishing, but he had matured into an adequate sort of man, and Isabel excelled at the craft. Between the two of them, the family got by, even if they never had a lot of capital.
But a year of marital bliss later, Jackson’s world was shattered and destroyed. While koxi had always been a problem for Itnala, Jackson had never considered the issue a real threat. He had always managed to escape harm. No one he loved, personally, had ever been killed by a koxi. But one day, the Xymokoxi came to Itnala, and they slaughtered. Isabel was lost in the carnage. While the riders were only beginning to gain the power and strength that they would eventually possess, Jackson found himself powerless and destroyed. He could not live in his house any longer, not his empty house, so he moved back in with his parents, and he gave his boat to his brother, who, by that point in time, was starting a family of his own.
Two years have passed since Isabel was killed, and Jackson is only now beginning to recover from his loss. While he is still broken and lachrymose, he is beginning to gain back some of his animation. While his parents and siblings have been supportive, since, despite Jackson’s fishing disabilities, they love him, he is beginning to feel like he needs to stop living off of their kindness. The only step Jackson has made so far to independence to the purchase of a very spoiled, very large, exotic male cat, named Midas, who Jackson finds positively annoying, but without whom Jackson could not survive. The problem, though, is not his desire to release himself from his parent’s care, but rather his ability to live on his own again.
Age: Twenty-One (Autumn)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate, Fisherman, General Handyman
Location: Itnala
Personality:
Contrary to his lack of skill and coordination in many areas, the skill and coordination he would need to fish, for example, Jackson possesses a driven and determined temperament which propels him to try to do his best, even if he fails. He will try to complete a task as many times as he needs to in order to finish the task, because he feels that he has to try his hardest in all parts of life, even if his hardest is not good enough to do what he needs to do. Jackson is a man who believes in the journey before the destination; he believes that the process of trying to complete a task is probably, in the end, more important than the task itself, and he views every attempt as an opportunity for self better. While this viewpoint sounds quite well rounded, the truth of the matter is that Jackson developed it in order to explain and justify his less than ideal skill set and his almost inhuman clumsiness. Because, especially when he was younger, Jackson failed as so many tasks, he has had to find a way to live in a world which is not suited to his needs. He has learned to adapt his mindset to create a drive that will empower him to work, and if he had not learned that mindset, he never would have been able to reach any sort of personal success.
Before the death of his wife, Jackson was in a perpetually good mood. He was active most of the time, almost hyper, and he could always manage to entertain himself, no matter what the situation. He felt that unhappiness was worthless, a state which he inflicted upon himself, and so he refused to remain unhappy for long periods of time. Without his cheerfulness, Jackson would have been discouraged by his clumsy nature and the disappointment of his family. The other defense mechanism Jackson has put into place to handle his inability to perform simple tasks is that he easily slips into bought of self-mockery. The man cheerful, animated, and amusing, and he can deflect his jovial nature inwards, towards himself. He seems unaffected by his many failures, able to easily toss jokes off about his own incapacity to reach success, and he also does not mind if others mock him. Of course, to some extent, many repetitive jokes can wear away at Jackson’s temperament, but he never allows people to see that they hurt him, and his skin is thick enough that in a majority of a time he is truly unaffected by words or insults, but as soon as he starts to become harmed and bothered, each comment eats away at his mindset. In most situations, though, Jackson proves that he can mock himself almost endlessly, and that he easily opens himself up to such humor.
But now, Jackson has been changed irreparably. His entirely demeanor has gone from frantic animation to one of a flat and sad affect. An anger burns inside of Jackson. He is angry at the xymokoxi for killing his wife. He is angry at the world for allowing his wife to die, and he even is angry at his family and friends for not supporting him as a child. But Jackson cannot allow the anger to present itself in him. Instead of expressing his anger, Jackson is letting it consume him, eat him from the inside out, and to other people, Jackson is lachrymose, filled and consumed with a deep sadness which reflects in his slow mannerisms and his dead, liquid eyes. The anger inside of Jackson exists, but it has been repressed, because Jackson is afraid of it. He had thought he was a good person, a nonviolent, productive family man, and men with his temperament were not the men who felt like they wanted to rip the world apart, to deconstruct everything around him with a furious rampage of carnage. He does not trust himself to remain under control, because the anger is only now blooming inside of his heart. To keep his temper controlled, then, Jackson has shut himself off from his emotions, and instead of feeling the anger, he feels very little at all. His affect is flat, tragically phlegmatic, and only tiny glimpses of either his inner fury or his dissolving good cheer remain.
At Jackson’s core is the man who valued his family, his wife, and his place in life above all else. While he may not have been the most productive member of society, he was a good member of society. As a husband, Jackson was the happiest, the most dedicated to any task he had ever been, and Jackson longs to be a provider again. He liked the stability of the thought of family, of the label, so when he lost his Isabel, he not only lost the person he loved more than anyone, any thing, else in the world, but he also lost the Jackson who was Jackson, husband and future father. To the people who do manage to befriend Jackson, to see past his tepid apathy, the man is fiercely loyal, as he believes strongly in the necessity for relationships in a person’s life. He would never betray his friends or family, because he needs his friends and family, and he expects them to treat him with the same regard that he treats them. While the man is not sure that he can ever love anyone as much as his Isabel, a part of him still longs to be in a family unit again, to have a wife and children, but that dream seems so far away, as if with Isabel, his ability to be with another woman like that died as well.
Appearance:
Although Jackson is only a little taller than average, standing a flat six feet, not a millimeter more, he looks a bit taller than he actually is. The reason for this illusion is because the man is quite thin and narrow. He is almost willowy in build, with long limbs and a long torso, and all the muscle on his body is lean and tight. Before Isabel died, Jackson had a much more impressive build, with a lot of definition and bulk across his wide shoulders, but since his wife’s death, the man has lost a significant amount of weight. He eats far less than he used to, and the result is that his body has lost a lot of mass. And he looks like he is too thin, because he looks too small, like a reduced man without a proper amount of musculature. Even when he was at the peak of his physical form, Jackson was never thick, as his body’s muscle is thin and tight, but he was much more filled out than he is now.
Jackson’s face is also rather thin; as his cheekbones are high, and his forehead tall and rather large. His forehead is also extremely emotive, as the lines in his forehead often convey his thoughts and emotions, in the form of concerned ridges. He keeps his head shaved, to some degree, at all times, because he does not want to deal with his hair. He likes to keep his hair very short, which exposes the round shape of his head. His jaw is narrow, as is his chin, which increases the illusion of length in the man’s face. When Jackson smiles, his smile seems to take up his whole face, because his eyebrows engage, and his wide mouth seems almost too large for his narrow jaw. The result is that his smile is instantly infectious, a bright, excited grin.
Because Jackson has been a worker his whole life, even a bad one, his hands are callused and rough, but more notably, on his right hand, a long, thick white scar scratches over his brown skin. The scar is straight, crossing his palm on a slant, and even though it is almost eleven years old, it is unfortunately obvious. The wound never healed correctly, from when Jackson sliced his hand open when he was eleven, because of the fifteen stitches, an infection, and ten more stitches, used to heal the gash. The mobility in his hand is affected, and his movements with his right hand are stiff.
The man’s skin is dark, a golden brown color, and the tone of his skin is quite even. Sometimes, if he spends a lot of time in the sun, he will darken, but the change in tone is not very noticeable. The man often dresses in light clothing, however, as it is cooler, and the colors tend to contrast with the shade of his skin.
On his left ring finger, Jackson still wears his wedding ring, which is a simple, thin golden band. On the inside of the ring is his wife’s name, but the inscription cannot be seen from the outside. When he is nervous or upset, usually when Jackson’s memory is triggered, he twists the ring around his finger with his right hand.
Simourv Name: Foph
Simourv Color: Blue (A9B8C6)
Simourv Age: 0 years
Personality:
protective, possessive, focuses only on those close to him
[pending]
Appearance:
[pending]
Parentage:
Gray Eceph x Black Alianph
Family:
Isabel, wife, dead
Biltmore, father, 55
Kasia, mother, 43
Delilah, sister, 27
Thales, brother, 25
Pets:
Midas, Male Cat
Rue, Female Llama
History:
Born the third child of a fishing family, Jackson’s childhood lacked any sort of discord or drama. His family was happy, and they made enough money to live very comfortably in the town of Itnala. Of course, the treat of koxi always lingered in the air, but Jackson never felt that the threat was real, even when he saw the maulings and injuries from such creatures first hand. He was a dreamy child, who was always very much lost in his head, which usually attempted to formulate new ways of pulling practical jokes on his family. Biltmore, Jackson’s father, was a great fisherman, one of the best in Itnala, and he was determined to raise both his sons and his daughter in the trade which had established his home. Thales and Jackson were taken out on fishing boats, while Kasia remained in the kitchen, teaching his lovely daughter to cook and gut fish to perfection. The family dynamic was absolutely perfect, a well oiled system, without a single cog out of place.
But the perfection only lasted as long as it took the reality of Jackson’s natural talents to expose themselves. While Thales was a wonder in the water, able to swim and hold his breath for long stretches of time, as soon as Jackson attempted to swim, he sank. And his failure continued. He had trouble baiting lines or pulling in traps, and eventually, his very presence on the boat caused a loss in profit for his disappointed father. When Biltmore finally ordered Jackson to leave the family’s boat, he was eleven, and Kasia, his mother, promised that he could help her gut the fish that Thales and Biltmore caught. And yet, as soon as Jackson gripped a knife, it slipped, and he split open his hand, which needed fifteen stitches across the palm in order to heal. While Kasia was more tactful about the issue that her husband had been, she made sure that Jackson never again clutched a knife. He was impossibly clumsy, tripping over objects and knocking into posts that other people easily avoided. It was almost as if Jackson attracted objects on which to injure himself. In the time span between his eleventh birthday and his fourteenth birthday, Jackson sliced open his hand, broke his arm twice, and broke an ankle, a rib, and his left big toe. His track record was impressive, and it only continued to grow. So Jackson was banished away from the ocean, and he was forced to clean house, file paper work, and generally perform menial task during which he could not injure himself. His love of pranks left him, as he became more and more despaired.
On his fourteenth birthday, Jackson vowed to change his life. He refused to fail, and he became determined to prove to his family that he had a purpose and that he was worth while. Jackson began to offer his services as a house cleaner to the families around him, and he preformed any odd jobs that were offered to him. He would scrub boats, bait hooks and traps, sharpen knives, file paper work, or clean the house, and he charged a small fee for all the tasks he preformed. At first, Jackson’s family remained unaware of his actions, but eventually, his capital and reputation began to increase. He became well known in Itnala not only for his constant string of health problems, but also for his skills at cleaning and doing what he was told. Everyone in the town, it seemed, had hired Jackson to help them with harvest, or a wedding, or a festival. Since Kasia had ensured that her son could read and write, he had used that talent to offer his services as a scrivaner, and despite his apparent lack of coordination, his handwriting was clean and crisp enough to look professional and attractive.
And it was while he was cleaning a boat for a wealthy Itnalan family, that Jackson first set sight on Isabel. He was sixteen at the time, and he immediately fell in love with the graceful wisp of a blond woman who crossed his path and watched him work. At first, Jackson had no idea how to approach the woman, so he did not do so, and instead, Jackson continually offered his help to her parents. Through talking to her parents, as Jackson was quire charming, he learned that she was only six months younger than he, and named Isabel. Armed with that information, Jackson purchased a bundle of flowers, mixed with delicate and thin sprigs of seaweed, and he asked her on a small date, a picnic the next day, at the base of the tower, where he served roasted fish sandwiches and wine. Their romance evolved from there. Isabel found Jackson’s clumsy nature charming, and she fell for him because he was everything her father was not. While Isabel’s father was stern, Jackson was animated; while Isabel’s father was driven by greed, Jackson was driven by an innate desire to avoid disappointing others. She thought that Jackson was compassionate and witty, and she grew to love him. Jackson loved Isabel, because, in his eyes, she was perfect, a lithe golden goddess of virtue and grace.
Even though Isabel’s family disapproved of the match, the pair eloped when they were eighteen and seventeen respectively. Both families were forced to accept the act once it was complete. Three months later, Jackson had acquired enough diasks to buy his own ship, which he manned with Isabel’s help. Of course, Jackson was not very good at fishing, but he had matured into an adequate sort of man, and Isabel excelled at the craft. Between the two of them, the family got by, even if they never had a lot of capital.
But a year of marital bliss later, Jackson’s world was shattered and destroyed. While koxi had always been a problem for Itnala, Jackson had never considered the issue a real threat. He had always managed to escape harm. No one he loved, personally, had ever been killed by a koxi. But one day, the Xymokoxi came to Itnala, and they slaughtered. Isabel was lost in the carnage. While the riders were only beginning to gain the power and strength that they would eventually possess, Jackson found himself powerless and destroyed. He could not live in his house any longer, not his empty house, so he moved back in with his parents, and he gave his boat to his brother, who, by that point in time, was starting a family of his own.
Two years have passed since Isabel was killed, and Jackson is only now beginning to recover from his loss. While he is still broken and lachrymose, he is beginning to gain back some of his animation. While his parents and siblings have been supportive, since, despite Jackson’s fishing disabilities, they love him, he is beginning to feel like he needs to stop living off of their kindness. The only step Jackson has made so far to independence to the purchase of a very spoiled, very large, exotic male cat, named Midas, who Jackson finds positively annoying, but without whom Jackson could not survive. The problem, though, is not his desire to release himself from his parent’s care, but rather his ability to live on his own again.
