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[i]“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.”[/i]
-[b][i]Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano[/i][/b]

[hr][hr][/center][center][color=b9b6b6][h1][u]The Basics[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=E3DAC9]|Name|[/color]
[indent]Jesse James Callaghan[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Nickname|[/color]
[indent][i]Jess[/i] - A simple, if rather unnecessary diminutive of his first name. He’s not a big fan of this one, mostly because he thinks Jesse is already short enough. Could people get [i]any[/i] lazier?

[i]J.J.[/i] - A combination of his first and middle name, pretty self-explanatory.[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Birth Date|[/color]
[indent]6th December, 1997[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Age|[/color]
[indent]17[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Gender|[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Sexuality|[/color]
[indent]Homosexual[/indent]
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[color=E3DAC9]|In Depth Appearance|[/color]
[indent]Standing at a mere 5’9”, and weighing in at around 140 pounds, it’s safe to say that Jesse isn’t exactly the most imposing of figures. It doesn’t help that he never stands up straight, either. His posture is terrible; shoulders rolled forward, knees bent, hands inside his pockets. No matter how many hours of sleep he gets a night, it’s always fitful, as evident by the dark circles under his watery, blue eyes. There is an unhealthy pallor to his skin, marred with fading bruises and abrasions. This, combined with his mop of dirty blonde hair, gives him an overall appearance that can best be described as “washed out”. Unless he is comfortable in his surroundings, he is unsmiling, a seemingly permanent scowl darkening his features.

Jesse has chronically chapped lips, and the bridge of his nose is no longer quite straight, having been broken one too many times. His face is dusted with a light smattering of freckles, though they’re only visible upon closer inspection. It’s not something he’s self-conscious about, but his voice is a different story altogether. Most of the time, he tries to speaks in a bored, tuneless monotone. Jesse doesn’t like raising his voice, even when he’s agitated, because he hates how he always sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, only worsening with anxiety. After all, it’s kind of hard for people to take you seriously when you sound like you’re two seconds away from crying.

Jesse couldn’t care less about fashion, and he often looks like he just threw on whatever was clean. Most of his clothes hail from the neighbourhood thrift store - a lot of t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and washed-out jeans. They don’t fit that well, but he’s comfortable in them. He likes things a little baggy. As for his shoes, Jesse’s been wearing the same pair of Chucks for three years straight. He’s pretty sure they used to be black, but they’ve since faded into an ugly, mottled grey.[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|[/color]
[indent]Jesse has more scars than he can count, though they’re mostly rather superficial; all scabbed-over cuts and purpling bruises from getting into one too many schoolyard scraps. There is, however, a particularly obvious one on his right forearm, about two or three inches long. If anyone asks, [i]fuck off[/i] or a shoddy lie about a fifth grade biking accident are the only answers he’ll give. In truth, it was a souvenir from his mother’s ex-boyfriend, when he’d gotten his arm broken for talking back.[/indent]
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[hr][center][color=b9b6b6][h1][u]Getting to Know Me[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=E3DAC9]|Likes & Dislikes|[/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]Han Solo
[color=008800]✔[/color]Sci-Fi
[color=008800]✔[/color]Comic Books
[color=008800]✔[/color]Money
[color=008800]✔[/color]Grunge
[color=008800]✔[/color]French Fries
[color=008800]✔[/color]Dogs
[color=008800]✔[/color]Raspberry 7 Up
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Coffee
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Vapers
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]The Simpsons
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Okra
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Mathematics
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Republicans
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Loud Noises
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Bigotry[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Hobbies|[/color]
[list][*]Binge-watching TV shows [s]and the original Star Wars trilogy for like, the millionth time[/s].
[*]Sleeping [i](that’s a hobby, right?)[/i]
[*]Reading, mostly comic books.[/list]

[color=E3DAC9]|Habits|[/color]
[list][*]Jesse picks at his scabs a lot. It’s a habit that drives his mom crazy, and while he’s tried putting bandaids on them, there’s not much else he can do when he inevitably peels them off.
[*]He’s a nail-biter, no two ways about it. If he’s in a situation where he can’t claw open his scars, you’ll be sure to find him gnawing away at his fingernails.
[*]Jesse is mildly anemic, and he often finds himself craving ice. Suffice to say, he always eats the ice-cubes sitting at the bottom of the cup after he finishes a drink. Who cares about teeth sensitivity, am I right?[/list]

[color=E3DAC9]|Fears|[/color]
[indent][color=000000]☠[/color] Confined spaces, especially when it’s dark.
[color=000000]☠[/color] Sudden loud noises, though the sound of thunder is an exception.
[color=000000]☠[/color] Losing his mom.[/indent]
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[hr][center][color=b9b6b6][h1][u]Delving Deeper[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=E3DAC9]|Personality|[/color]
[center][color=E3DAC9]♦[/color] Responsible [color=E3DAC9]♦[/color] Dedicated [color=E3DAC9]♦[/color] Restless [color=E3DAC9]♦[/color] Stubborn [color=E3DAC9]♦[/color][/center]
[indent]A recluse by nature, Jesse does not often associate with his peers. At social events, he is withdrawn and quiet, preferring to hover on the fringes of conversation without actually partaking. When he [i]does[/i] decide to speak up, however, “abrasive” is really the only word that can be used to describe him. Inwardly self-destructive and outwardly misanthropic, people often find themselves put off by his hostility. He doesn’t abide by the rules, he doesn’t play fairly, and he certainly doesn’t let anyone think they can get one up on him. Jesse loves to act like he’s hot shit, but when faced with truly confident or successful people, he can become flustered and defensive, lashing out with increasingly nonsensical insults.

If he likes something, chances are he’ll let you know it, and if he doesn’t - well, he’s never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter as well. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not. Jesse is hard to like, much less to love, but underneath the layers of barbed distrust and anger, lies a deeply frustrated young man. That being said, one of Jesse’s defining traits is his volatility, and suffice to say, he has a terrible habit of mouthing off and getting his ass kicked.

It’s easy to peg him for a textbook case of Small Dog Syndrome, since he’s the kind of guy who’d rather start throwing punches than hash things out; and in most cases, this trope proves to be true. Still, he isn’t purposefully malicious, he just doesn’t like feeling vulnerable. Caustic sarcasm is Jesse’s go-to way of deflecting attention from his innermost angst, the majority of it stemming from his abandonment issues. And while it might be hard to believe, he does, however, have a soft side; it’s just buried under layers and layers of sardonicism. If you [i]do[/i] manage to find a friend in Jesse, however, rest assured he’ll go to the ends of the Earth for you, and he’ll always having your back, even when you’re in the wrong.[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|History|[/color]
[indent]When prompted to describe Jesse Callaghan, it’s hard for most people to find the right response. It’s just strange how one can be such a mystery, yet such an open book. But Jesse knows that you choose the flaws you wear, whilst disguising the rest of them.

Jesse and his mother only came to Verona about five years ago, moving from a run-down trailer park in Las Vegas. Needless to say, childhood wasn’t quite as picturesque for the teen as most others’. With a drunkard for a father and a mother who somehow managed to balance two jobs, he didn’t exactly grow up surrounded by sunshine and rainbows. But still, that was something he genuinely wanted - a loving, close-knit family - just like those [i]disgustingly American[/i] Norman Rockwell paintings. His father’s idea of a bond with his son, however, was keeping women he brought home a secret from his mother, while she thought quality time with Jesse was handing him a list of household chores to do as she spent her nights bussing tables at the local diner. Jesse, for the most part, was left to his own devices.

Jesse has always been a wallflower, ever since he was a child. While his classmates ran around the playground, he’d always just sit aside and watch. That was something Jesse did a lot - [i]watch[/i]. People, animals, even the clouds inching across the sky; as long as it moved, his eyes were focused on it. They would follow every movement, every sound, until he eventually got bored. His parents never found it strange - not like they even really noticed, anyway. Both of them were far too preoccupied with their respective endeavours to pay any heed to what their son was becoming.

It wasn’t long before his father left, running off to the East Coast with a rouged-up tart on his arm. Gillian was heartbroken, despite her husband’s numerous betrayals, though it was all she could do to put up a tough exterior for Jesse. For a few years, they got by. Jesse had to grow up fast, but he never blamed his mother, not even for a second. Gillian Callaghan was a real good parent, if you could look past the fact that she wasn’t much of a parent at all.

Jesse felt like Gillian was enough, and he knew that was all that mattered. She was his mother, and she worked her ass off to keep a roof over their heads, and most days, he tried to convince himself that having no father was better than having a drunk, deadbeat loser that slummed around the house all day. There were people all over the world who had a hell of a lot less Jesse knew he had to count his blessings each night and say a quick prayer to whoever it was that listened, if anybody at all.

By the time he’d gone and turned eleven, Gillian found the courage to move on. Tom was a mechanic at the local auto shop, and even then, Jesse knew he was bad news. His mother, however, seemed smitten. He appeared to be a nice guy, but only within earshot. Behind her back, it was a different story altogether. She only realised something was amiss when one day, she returned home to find Jesse with a broken arm. It was clear who the culprit was, and while Gillian kept silent about the incident for fear of losing Jesse to Child Protective Services, she did her best to protect him, eventually moving to Verona in an attempt to cut Tom out of their lives.

Since then, their lives have been quiet. Gillian still juggles two jobs, and Jesse is still a lone wolf with anger issues, except now, he works part-time as a cashier at Walmart. It’s not the best of situations, but Jesse can’t complain.

He has, after all, been through worse.[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Family|[/color]
[indent][url=http://33.media.tumblr.com/7b5d9e0e0593705cd8d18280d144d31b/tumblr_n14cb3kcuq1qejlczo1_500.gif]Gillian Daphne Callaghan[/url] (Mother, 44) - Gillian is a single mother, having raised Jesse on her own since he was eight years old. These days, she works the graveyard shift at the Salem Diner, and is also a receptionist at the local clinic.[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Theme Song|[/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGb6KYJ3qpA]Semi-Automatic - twenty one pilots[/url]
[sub]”The horrors of the night melt away
Under the warm glow of survival of the day
Then we move on
My shadow grows taller along with my fears
And my friends shrink smaller as night grows near”[/sub][/indent]
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[hr][center][color=b9b6b6][h1][u]My Superpower[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=E3DAC9]|Power Name|[/color]
[indent]Illusion Manipulation[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Power Description|[/color]
[indent]The ability to manipulate how other people perceive reality.[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Abilities|[/color]
[indent]Jesse is able to cast illusions, causing people to see, hear, feel, smell, and/or taste things that do not actually exist. He can also cause people to sense things in ways that they would not naturally; for example, he can make himself look and sound like a different person. For this to work, the targets have to be within a certain radius - about ten to fifteen meters, in this case.[/indent]

[color=E3DAC9]|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|[/color]
[indent]Jesse has to concentrate fully to create a convincing illusion, and even then, an exceptionally observant person might be able to see through the smoke and mirrors. A few common mistakes he makes are misplacing a feature on a person, or creating shadows that face the wrong direction. Those who possess telepathy are nearly, if not completely, immune to this power.[/indent]
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