Jackson Torvald Drake

>list>✔ Jack or Jax - call him this if you're a friend or acquaintence.
✔ Jackie-boy - only call him this if Jackson is your best bro or you'll regret it
☠ Torvald - under no circumstance are you to address him by this name. Only his mother can use this name and even then he despises her for giving him such a lame middle name.

4/1/2000

16

Male

something, something, something dicks and vaginas

Single

Uhhhhhhh, no..?

RED BITCHES!

3(apparently his guardian thought it would be a good idea for him to have a headstart on going to camp.)

This fucker definitely needs to start working out more because he's looking like those emo fuckheads that have less muscle mass than what it healthy. For his height being just one inch shy of an even six feet, you would this guy would have more muscle than what he's letting everyone to believe, right? Well, wrong. This guy barely has enough to pass as lean. Okay sure, he has a lean body type if only passing for the bare minimum, but that's nothing impressive. When he takes off his shirt, at some parts of his body, you can see his bone. Oh well, at least he's not dead, right? Perhaps, with that skater-like bod, and his neck-length hair of strawberry blonde locks and eyes that seem to be a bluish-green color or something like that.

There's nothing flashy or fancy about what Jackson chooses to dress himself in. He wears a lot of baggy, loose, comfortable clothes. Such items like beanies for his head, hoodies and jackets, various band apparel, cargo pants and shorts, sneakers that are so comfortable you'll shit yourself at how comfortable they are, and always fingerless gloves. Oh, and he likes to wear jewelry because he has quite the amount of piercings. He's got his ears pierced, his nose, and eyebrow. But no tatts. Sorry ladies, but this guy would get in even more trouble if he got himself some gang tattoo or some shit like that. He wants to, though.

Jackson
♞Unfiltered Mouth - Quite self-explanatory, Jackson really doesn't know when to shut up. Not only does he not know when to shut up, but the same applies to what he says. Apparently his brain doesn't counsel with his conscious, which often leads to things that should have been thought about. Then again, he's a "speak first, regret later" kind of guy.
♞Pranks - This little habit comes from the fact that he's an April's Fools child. He lives for pranks. To him, pranking unsuspecting victims is the best part of any hour of his day. Sometimes they are childish like woopy cushions; and sometimes they are quite elaborate like the classic glue-and-feathers/making someone look like a chicken. Oh, what fun he has.
♞Reckless Antics - Mkay, now this is where his idiocy comes into play. He has no problem with risking his life, which means that there is no caution when it comes to what this dumbass is willing to do. Jump off a building with no padding waiting for him? Sure, why not. Sneak into the girl's changing room to sneak a peak? Hell yes. Go streaking in daylight with everyone to see? Of course he will. Seriously, this guy will do anything to further promote the fact that he's an utter and complete
♞Finding new ways to have adventures - Yeeeeeah boy!!! If there's one thing that he lives for, it's the aspect of having adventures during times of fun. This ties in with his habit of doing reckless shit. Nothing excites him more than finding that kind of adventure that he'll have scars, cuts, bruises, or anything of the like from.
♞Eye twitches when angered and/or annoyed - To be quite honest, this could happen in a lot of scenarios since there are a lot of things that anger this fucker. It could be how someone looks down on him, or someone using his middle name to call him. Seriously, he hates that shit, and might just do something unwise if they were to that, such as...
♞Punch first; think later - Yeah, he definitely will punch someone first before even thinking who that someone might be. NOTE! He is not — I repeat NOT — afraid to punch a woman. Again, this is following the whole "act first, think later" thought process. Granted, not a lot of thought goes into given Jackson is suspect to punch a woman, but, ah hell! If he punches them, then they obviously deserved it. If they didn't, then he wouldn't have punched them in the first place, right? Okay, maybe he would have regardless, but it's not good if he thinks of the "what ifs".
♞Unnecessarily high-pitched voice when surprised or shocked - Yup, that's what he does. Let's be more specific here. His voice is high like a little girl's scream. Yeah, it's that kind of high-pitched voice. This occurs when he is just hearing of something that is hard to believe. Usually an exaggerated "whaaaaaaaaaatt!" is what comes out of his mouth in this tone of voice. Of course, other such phrases like "No way!", "You gotta be kiddin' me.", and of course the cliche "you're full of horse shit!". Whatever he says, there's always one thing that remains to be true: he loses all forms of masculinity when his voice gets this high.
♞Farting/belching whenever the need arises - and you can bet your bitch-ass that he enjoys doing it. He doesn't give two shits who is in his range of effect, line of fire, or whatever. He will unleash the bowels of hell from his mouth and ass as if his life depended on it. If he farts, beware! He is not liable for what gaseous smells emit from his anus. And when it comes to belches, there's great pride that comes when he unleashes a loud one.
♞ Shamelessly Quotes Songs at the most random times - Yup you've heard it here ladies and gents! What you're gonna hear from Jackson plenty of times is that he quotes songs. It can be certain lyrics or the song title. Whatever it is, you can bet your bitch-ass that he'll Set Fire to the Rain while you're just Rolling in the Deep.

✔ The Fam - Not only does this include his actual family, but there are a few people at the Camp of Liberty that Jackson considers his second family. They are the people who are either dumbasses like him or share similar ideals that he does. They could be a big nerd like him, or simply enjoy the same kind of music that he does. Whatever the reason, these are the people that he holds above everyone else. Fuck with them, and you'll be sorry. Period.
✔ MMA(Mixed Martial Arts - As someone who has spent most of his childhood getting into fights either willingly or forced into it because of reasons, there was a time where Jackson took on some form of martial arts.It was probably something basic like boxing or karate. Whatever it started at, he has thus gone to try out a few different types of martial arts.Though, he never got past the entry level because apparently he sucks balls at it. Still, he has a fair understanding of it, and loves to watch it.
✔ Extreme Sports(Skateboarding, BMX, pretty much anything that involes risking your life) - Uh-duh, this is pretty much a given. With his interest in risking his life whenever he gets the chance, there's obviously going to be a major interest for Jackson with these kinds of sports. He grew up around these sports. His uncle was quite the skateboarder back in his day, and he has dabbed a bit into skateboarding himself(reasons explained later).
✔ Professional Wrestling - Ah yes, the sport of grown men grabbing each other, and pinning each other down for three seconds. Oh how Jackson loves it. Everything about wrestling gives him this warm, fuzzy feeling inside. It gives him hope that, if someone is bothering you, it's perfectly fine to powerbomb them through a flaming table. Or if that's not your cup of tea, you can always slam them on a bed of thumbtacks. Or even shred their skin with a baseball bat that has the upper-half of it wrapped in barbed wire. Oh yes, what fun there is to have there.
✔ Anime/Manga - Come now, you expected him to be this wild and crazy and NOT to be a nerd? You must be soft in the head, then. This is the shit he lives for, especially the violent ones that have corrupted his brain(or whatever is up there controlling his every one thought). Regardless, if it's violent, he'll be watching it. Oh and tits. Gotta love you some ecchi, right?
✔ Video Games - Similarly to the anime and manga, Jackson loves him some violent video games. If he can shoot someone's head off, carve their face like a fucking turkey, or do anything that involves physical harm, you can bet your ass that he'll be front and center. Oh and he loves skateboarding and wrestling games. The reasons should be plenty obvious.
✔ Punk Music(or anything high-energy and anti-establishment - Oh what fresh hell is this? Someone who likes extreme sports and violences digs the violent, angry brand of music? IMPOSSIBRUU! Or is it? It's not. Trust me when I say this, Jackson is a lover of the fast, loud, heavy, angry genre of music. It's not just limited to the punk genre(or its many sub-genres). To be totally honest, anything that gets his blood pumping will most likely be found on his Ipod. What can Jackson say? He likes it loud and barely understandable! Yay screams and growls and all that good shit!
✔ Parkour - Something else he picked up in his early years of getting into trouble. Like, he had to learn to get away from the troubled neighborhood kids, right? Well, this was his way of doing it. Getting to higher ground quick was always an instinctual thing. Only a few years ago did this knucklehead find out that there was an actual name for running away when shit got tough with the dicks of Opion Way. And not only was there a name, but there was a sport and leagues for it and all that good shit. So yeah, it's something that Jackson is kind of serious about. Yay for being a ninja!
✔ Fighting - Oh wait, this is actually something people dislike, right? Well, that's not the case of Jackson Drake. This guy enjoys it. He loves pushing his limits when it comes to fist-to-fist brawls. Oh and he enjoys hitting things. Yeah, that's the main thing. He loves to hit things. HITHITHIT!
✔ Food and drink that's bad for you - Okay, unrelated to everything above, but when it comes to nourishment, there isn't anything better - at least to Jackson - than food that could someday kill someone. Food and drink that are high in calories, sodium, sugar, and all that good stuff is what he would prefer to put into his body. Pizza? You bet. Soda and energy drinks? Bring them on. Chicken wings, nuggets/strips, and anything involving grease? Oh yeaaaaaaah. He loves all of that shit and would gladly eat it over a fucking salad.
✔ Drugs, Alcohol, and Sex - Okay, so maybe that last one is up in the air, but Jackson isn't one to shy away from having a good time with some booze and a little "good time enhancers". There's always going to be a need for him to booze it up, and put something in his body to elevate how a good of a time he's going to have. The strongest drug he's taken would probably be coke, but that was a one-time-thing. He didn't like how he felt afterwards, so he would only stick to what he knew: weed and caffeine. As for booze - well, he'll have anything that'll give him a good buzz. Sex, on the other hand, is something he enjoys, but not something he does actively like certain people at the camp.

✘ Anyone who dares fuck with "The Fam - There is only one thing to remember about Jackson: he is loyal to a fucking T(among other things). He's also protective, so if you dare fuck with anyone he considers "The Fam", consider yourself the unluckiest person alive. With how angry he can get, Jackson won't hesitate to punch your lights out. It doesn't matter if your a man, woman, or the fucking President of the fucking free world. Your shit gonna get rekt, son.
✘ His middle name - Oh god, why did his mother have to give him such a retarded middle name? It has to be one of the stupidest names to ever give someone ever. It's not cool and it's not something that the ladies like. If anything, it repels them - and that's the last thing that Jackson wants. So, if you happen to call him Torvald, whether unintentional or not, you better hide yo' kids and wife. He's gonna come for yo bitch-ass.
✘ Rules and "The Man" - Fuck "The Man" and his rules. You can hold Jackson down. You won't hold him back. He will rise, and when he does, hell shall reign upon the land!
✘ Complex concepts - Please oh please don't try to impress him with fancy words. It will only infuriate him, and as it is with the Hulk, he only gets angrier. So, please, for the sake of your health and his own well-being, use small, simply words and concepts when talking to Jackson. Or, at the very least, be direct with him. Don't beat around the fucking circle like those in a "jerk circle".
✘ Safe concerns and wearing protective equipment - Jackson never understood why these were "required". Sure, they provide safety in case one falls, but it's going to hurt either way, so might as well get hurt comfortably..right? Jackson thinks so. Maybe that's why he has a hard time with complex ideas and he's more prone to injury than most. Oh well, not like it matter now. #fuckhelmets
✘ Cats - Simple here. He hates cats. #Dogsalltheway
✘ Golf - Wait, this is an actual sport? Who knew? It's nothing exciting. Oooooo, you putted a little ball into a whole, you must be sooooo proud? Whatever man. This is a sport for wimps.
✘ Healthy Food - Ewww, healthy food. Why would people even want to put this in their bodies? It's gross. Like, Jackson doesn't mind fruits and some veggies, but shit man! Who would prefer a salad over a pizza? Technically pizza is a salad because it has fruit, veggies, meat, and dairy in it. Anyone who says otherwise is a dumbass. Anyways, boo healthy food, yay food that could possibly kill you.
✘ Any "wimpy" music - To Jackson, any kind of wimpy music is the kind of music that doesn't have lyrics you can barely understand because of the aggression in the voice of the screamer, or doesn't have blast-drumming or anything that you can mosh to. So, pretty much anything that isn't heavy-as-fuck rock, metal, and the like.

☠ Seriously injuring himself - This should be completely obvious, right? WEll, in case it's not, there's that fear in the back of his mind that has Jackson, right before he's about to do something incredibly idioic when doing his reckless stunts, that tells him that it could possibly go wrong; and that part of him is called his Voice of Reason. Of course, he never listens to it, and does stupid shit regardless. Still, one of these days he knows that he's going to seriously injure himself to the point of potentially never being able to walk again - and it scares the shit out of him, more so than a lot of fiber, and frequent bathroom trips.
☠ Getting himself into some deep shit that he can't get out of - This is tied to both his Unfiltered Mouth as well as his tendency to punch first, and ask questions later. He knows that, one of these days, it'll get him into some situation where he can't punch his way out of, or run like a ninja away from. He knows that, one of these days, someone will come around, and show him exatly what happens to people who run their mouth a little too much. In the words of Ice-T: Talk shit, GET HIT _SHOT!
☠ Solitary Confinement - Here's your cliche "I don't want to be alone" fear - only, it's not exactly that. Sure, no one wants to end up alone. That's probably the most common similarity that every human being on earth — no matter their skin color, size, gender, or whatever — have in common. However, with Jackson, there's so much more involved there. Like, yeah sure he doesn't want to end up alone, but with his track record, there's a possibility of, whenever he ends up in deep shit(AKA Jail or prison), he fears that he won't change, and he'll actually somehow fuck up his situation even more, and get himself into Solitary Confinement. Okay, so what he's really afraid of here is actually the possibility of not having human contact. Yup, that's it. He hates the idea, so he won't think about it. Out of sight, out of mind, or something like that, anyway.
☠ Lions, Tigers, and Bears _ohmy - Is this even needing an explanation? Jackson is deathly afraid of any animal that could kill him in one bite. Bears? Fuck bears. Tigers? Fuck tigers. Lions? Fuck lions too. Seriously, anything that has the potential to kill him with any fucking part of their body, Jackson isn't having any of it, and he won't let them!

Jackson is obviously not the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, this guy is quite stupid, unintelligent, and has many qualities that make people doubt if anything goes on in that head of his. All his life he has never had more than one thought at a time — a thought in which wasn't a good one. Despite that, there's a lot of things within Jack that is redeeming. First off, this guy is just a ball of fun. He lives in the moment, never thinking ahead. He's a jokester at heart, so that's something that always seems to bring a smile to his face as well as those around him. Granted, he sometimes takes it a little too far, but you can't fault him for that. Jack was born on April's Fools, so there's bound to be a lot of fun-loving characteristics about him. He also lives for the next great adventure. There's nothing this guy wouldn't do to find the next thrill. He may even risk his life for it because he takes no caution or regard for his own personal safety. Yeah, he's a dumbass like that. Oh well, can't help but love him, right?

Outside his daredevil-like antics, there's also a very short fuse. Due to his middle name being the object of teasing, Jackson has always been very touchy about it, which often results in him losing his cool quite often. Some could blame it on his zodiac sign being Aries or just that he can't take a joke, but it should be safely assumed that this guy definitely has no chill when it comes to little fuckers who want to make fun of his middle name.

No one is really sure if this is a good thing or not, but while there is a lot of empty air in his head, Jackson can be quite pig-headed sometimes. His refusal to admit defeat on any kind of argument, no matter if he's right, wrong, or if it's a draw, is probably the one thing he's adamant about. To him, he has to be right, and he won't back down. This is another reason why he gets into a lot of fights. Perhaps that's why he's so idiotic. Getting into those fights must've unscrewed the part of his brain that gives him intelligent thoughts. Whatever the reason, don't expect to win a simply debate with him. He won't back down easily.

Oh yeah, forgot to say something: he's actually got some kind of kindness underneath all of that dim-witted, foolhardy brashness.He's got a strong sense of loyalty for those around him. He may not be the smartest or even the calmest at times, but at least he'll never let you down. There's nothing this little fucker won't do for those that won his trust. Think of him like a lapdog or something like that. He may be stupid as fuck, but at least his loyalty and love is unlimited. That's something, right? If not, then fuck your cunt ass(his own words).

Rain City, Washington(AKA Seattle)

A lot of things have happened in Jackson's short sixteen years of being alive. His parents were real model citizens not. Both drug-addicted little shits. His father, Vincent Owen Drake loved meth and mother, Aria Delilah Sampson enjoyed heroine. Safe to say neither of them could take care of the little fucker known as Jackson Torvald Drake, so he went into some kind of foster care bullshit nonsense. Okay, he actually went to go live with his uncle and auntie and his three cousins. That's close enough, right? Well, at least they didn't beat him or rape him or make him work in prostitution. Yeah, definitely an upside, for sure.

Let's see, his uncle and auntie are named Leonidas Drake(yeah, real badass name there) and Riley Ward-Drake. Both within their late thirties. Their twins- Deiter is 15, and Debbie 14. They seem to be pretty damn chill. Neither of them mind the fact that Jackson came into their home pretty late in the game at the age of ten, and they all warmed up to him, so no harm no foul, right? Well, that's what he likes to believe.

Okay, now about where he's from and that shit. Seattle is the name of the city he was born and raised. Most of his family - extended and all - live either in Seattle or Spokane. Regardless, it's safe to say that the Drake clan lives in Washington. Long live Washington, bitches!

Alright, now to the reason why he would have to go to camp. Ya see, Jackson kept on getting into fight after fight after fight. It got to the point where, for his own good, his uncle and auntie decided it would be good for him to see the country. He was excited for it, but little did Jackson know that he was only going to some camp in California. That was a ripoff if there ever was one. Whatever, at least he got to see other people like him in a contained environment. Whoa, that sounds like a concentration camp. Yikes, why didn't Jackson think of it like that? Oh well. At least he made friends in his first year. And he had one hell of an adventure there. He liked it so much that he went back another year, and the year of 2016 would be his third one.

So, at least his family would get a breather from his antics. That's something, right?

Family:
☠ Vincent Owen Drake | Father | 39 | Former Lawyer, current druggie
"Listen here, Vincent, you may have donated your seed to help give birth to me, but there is no way in fucking hell that I will ever consider you my father. Like dude, seriously? You would much rather use your paycheck for your next fix rather than feed your five-year-old son? If that's what you call priorities, then it's no wonder you got disbarred. Get the fuck out of here with that bull shit."
☠ Aria Delilah Sampson-Drake | Mother | 37 | Former stripper, current druggie
"Oh mom, I love you to death, but you need some serious help. Not only are you still with that fucktard of a father I have, but you're probably still shooting up, aren't you? Please, for the all that is holy, GET SOME HELP!"
✔ Leonidas Tobias Drake | Uncle | 38 | Cars Salesman
"Oh Uncle Leo, I love you to death man. You might be a little strict and tough, but I love you man. You took me in where all the other relatives wouldn't. You're pretty ace in my book. Oh and you play a mean game of Call of Duty, too. Not many guys your age can say that, now can they?"
✔ Riley Ward-Drake | Aunt | 34 | Housewife
"Auntie Riley, you know I love you, right? Everything about you is the greatest. You're sweet, firm, and allow me to do my thing without it letting get out of control. Oh, did I forget to menton that I love you? I looooooooove you Auntie Riley."
✔ Deiter Drake | Cousin | 15 | High School Student
"Dude, I can't believe you're fifteen! You look like a ten yearold. Oh no, even worse. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE TWELVE! Still, you're pretty cool. I enjoy hanging out with you. And at least you're not a tattle tale like your twin."
✔ Debbie Ward | Cousin | 15| High School Student
"Geez, okay, I'm only kidding. I love you, Debb! I know you only want what's best for me. Sometimes that involves you having to tell on me. It's cool. I don't hold no grudges. You be good now, ya hear?"
Jackson has a skateboard he always has with him. He's never without it, even when he goes to camp.

See Eli and ADielle for answer

Samson Ray Morris

Sunny

July 3rd, 1998

18

Male

Homosexual

"Nah, I like to think I'm savin' myself; that, in itself, can have many connotations."

Single

Team Purple Member

4

Purple! (It's not yellow, but close enough? not at all)

A taller fellow, with his 6'1" height to spread all the muscle mass and definition easily, Sunny does boast a brighter, glowing complexion - much to the complaint of his mother, who can't seem to find the right foundation that doesn't make her skin break out into hives. The staple of Sunny's look depends solely on Sunny's smile: a slow, small thing that ever so gradually breaks into a beaming glow of white teeth. It reaches his eyes, adding a layer of depth to the star burst of green that envelopes the pool of white it settles in. His voice comes quiet, full of enthusiasm but never an octave or decibel higher than it needs to be. Not that he tries hard to keep his voice low, or anything (haha, he does; he tries so hard). Sunny's a strapping guy, peaked at teenage, physical prowess that belies a healthy and active lifestyle - comes to no surprise, with how much energy he seems to expend each day.

By no means could Sunny achieve perfection, though. Cheekbones may be cut with undoubted precision, but they tend to offset the prominent laugh lines and deep dimples that stretch his cheeks. His lips are plush and pert, making it look smaller than it is while it sits above his jutting chin and hard jawline. He walks with a slight slouch, appearing smaller than he actually is and has a notorious case of pigeon toes (they're slanted inward, toward each other, even when he walks). A minor bow-leg tops everything off in a very off balance set, with his lower have being rather heavy in the imperfections.

He doesn't mind, though; people find beauty in everything.

Aside from that, Sunny dresses mostly for the summer, preferring khaki shorts and tank tops that range from ill-fitting to a size too small. His shoes are usually slip-ons, Vans and the like, though he does own a pair of galaxy print converse that he totes around in on special occasions. He's not the most well dressed, but he does have some fashion sense. It shows in the usual things he wears and the fact that he's more than willing to switch it up without coming off as trying too hard or having no clue what he's doing. He supposes he's at least got some mind for how to not look dumb.

✔ Yellow
✔ Good Times; Good People
✔ Bad B-Films
✔ Cinematography
✔ Taking Photos
✔ Scenic Views
✔ Fluffy Aminals
✔ Existentialism

✘ The General Concept of Pessimism
✘ Excuses
✘ Fallacies and Liars
✘ Going Overboard on the Competitive Thing
✘ That Falling Feeling Just Before You Wake Up
✘ Tragedies
✘ Ginger (the food)
✘ Orange Juice

It seems trite to describe someone as a 'veritable ball of sunshine' however, how else can anyone describe Sunny? It's in his name.

That seems like an injustice, though. Who is Sunny besides that? That's honestly what a lot of people ask and it's the number one reason to dislike him. Too optimistic. Too happy. Too carefree. But it's like getting a card that sings 'Pocketful of Sunshine' on repeat. At first, it's like, 'Really? This song? Are you kidding me?' and then you open it again. And again. And again. And suddenly you're standing atop your bay windows in the middle of the afternoon shaking your hips for all the world to see, singing along like no one's business.

_{did you just describe that one scene from Easy A? The short answer: yes. The long answer: yes, definitely.}

Weird analogies aside, Sunny's depth lie between the lines of his upbeat personality. He's not overly enthusiastic, preferring the dopey smile to an all out beaming grin. There's always something to smile about, even in moments of duress - Sunny never has a bad word to say. And, well, yeah, he's the kind of person who likes to see the good inherent in everyone. The catch is that he knows when something like that matters and he knows when it doesn't mean a lick of anything. Potential means just that, untapped and there for the taking; potential is opportunity. While people have the potential to do dig the good from under the surface, it doesn't mean they'll take the opportunity when handed it. And to Sunny, it's more about doing the right thing than doing what he thinks is good and nice.

That doesn't mean he can't try, though. And maybe that's where he just kind of stumbles along.

Now, Sunny has a lot of friends - he doesn't care to count his enemies - and that's saying something. He's good at making nice, good at small talk, good at doing something kind and thoughtful, if small or trivial. But having a lot of 'friends' doesn't mean much when most of them wouldn't crawl to your corner in times of struggle. Sunny may have a lot of people he calls friends (read: acquaintances), but he doesn't have many people he could truly consider friends. People willing to be there for more than just what he gives them on the surface. People that he doesn't just say hi, wave, and move on. That's possibly Sunny's biggest flaw - getting lost in a sea of people. He likes to call it 'isolated in present company' as a joke to mostly himself and his mother.

In other circumstances, Sunny has a tendency to but into situations where he shouldn't. He likes to make things his business, especially if that thing comes at the expense of another person. Sometimes it just takes a moment to think about what he should do to stop himself and most of the time it never ends successfully. That's also possibly why he finds himself always arriving at the worst possible time. A lot of his efforts seem to be ill-timed and that's possibly his fault for having a knack for wandering. Sunny's mom always had a knack for finding him in the principal's office, clutching some random stray and going on about how a group of boys found it funny to throw rocks at it. Earning a few scraps for the sake of others, well, that's just a day in the life of Sunny Morris.

Seattle, Washington

A lot of Sunny's personality can be derived from an amalgamation of his mother and father's extremely awkward meet-cute.

Ya see, Daisy Cavendish had a knack for coming off as strong willed. Her coworkers coined the nickname Pushing Daisies - really creative bunch. Cross that lady and it ends up a sure fire way of landing in an early grave. Unfortunately, that attitude didn't come off as endearing enough to her newly minted boss, a misogynist through-and-through. Young upstart at a moderately well-known magazine turned into busting tables and giving handsy men the stink eye.

It so happened one of those handsy men ended up being Sunny's father - the definition of handsy being Daisy's own edit. The wild gestures of Jacob Morris landed him in stern talking to, having accidentally slapped every waiter in the restaurant square on the ass - his hands, like himself, did not discriminate. It went more like him sitting in the corner of his booth seat once he'd been seen alone, trying not to cry at Daisy's accusatory tone and thinly veiled threats of castration. Sadly, that earned her a dismissal immediately with her measly twenty bucks in tips.

However, the young man had a slight death wish and went after her in hopes of apologizing for being a little too out of sorts and for getting her fired. In fact, he offered her a job where he worked, which, in return, earned him a heavy slap to the face. Persistent as ever, he spat out another apology and offered to pay for her cab fair - what he thought would be another slap was a reluctant consideration on both the job offer and the cab fair. She never did allow him to pay the cab fair, but she took up the job in a heartbeat. Luckily for them, Daisy rode the chain of command higher than she expected, so it wasn't out of the question that once she was no longer his subordinate and she no longer thought he was a creep that they started dating.

A cute summary of how life ended up to where it eventually landed now, with his mother busy roaming the world and his father chasing the oddest dream in Sunny could conceivable think of - owning an herb and spices bookstore didn't seem like the most... exciting opportunity. When Sunny came along, things got rough before they could ever get better. Daisy seemed more preoccupied with ambition than she did settling down and Jacob looked more lost when it came to raising a kid than he did that one time he'd stumbled into a corn maze drunk visiting Daisy's family. Life, for the most part, didn't want to cooperate until thing looked far worse than they ever did. Tried and true, Sunny came out all smiles and their kid couldn't have been more of a godsend. Struggles or no, Sunny brightened any room he waddled into and made the dark, bleak world look a lot better off than it used to.

Usually, having an unexpected, unplanned kid left things hanging; it made things difficult and put pressure on an already festering wound. Sunny proved an exception and the definition of a happy accident. Without the boy to act as a cohesive to a pressured marriage, Daisy and Jacob might not have had it in them to continue, no matter their love for each other. Sunny, being the ball of sunshine that he is, made things easier while making other things harder. For the most part, he made the worst things seem minuscule in comparison to his shining smile.

And the world, to his parents, doesn't deserve a kid like him. (He doesn't think he deserves much, though, something that can't be changed so easily with a smile)

Sunny's mostly deaf and uses hearing aids. He's been such since the age of 12, due to a nasty flu virus causing sudden sensorineural hearing loss. The immediate treatment helped and over the course of a few days, Sunny got his hearing back. However, they'd waited just a moment too long and as the years go by, Sunny loses another volume of his hearing. He's got some shiny hearing aids, however, that help tremendously, even if it's not a permanent fix. So far, he's quite excellent at ASL and is currently working on learning how to read lips.

I love writing poetry when the inspiration hits me. I'm sure I have tons of crap saved up somewhere in a notebook or something. Haha. ;3;