[center] [h2]• 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ‘𝐉𝐚𝐱’ 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 •[/h2]
• 𝟐𝟗 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 •
• “𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲… 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.” •

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• 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐫 •

The Turners were known in the small town of Little Ridge as troublemakers. A family with their fair share of issues, publicly-known conflicts and struggles, the Turners lived in a run-down house just outside of town. They were the epitome of working class; An ex-military Father searching for purpose at the bottom of a bottle and a stay-at-home Mother who turned a blind eye to her husband’s heavy hand. They had 3 children. 2 boys, 1 girl. Jackson was the middle child, overlooked and largely ignored by his parents for the entirety of his early childhood, who had far too much on their plate to learn how to love. 

The children found themselves getting in trouble from an early age. What started as bad behaviour in school and general running amuck suddenly escalated to far more serious behaviour. Bad attention was better than no attention, after all. It didn’t take long for neighbours and Little Ridge inhabitants to write the Turner children off as “lost causes.” Arson, robbery, fist fights in town… The Turner brothers were simply not to be messed with. Where the eldest, Frank, was a loud-mouthed brute, Jax was comparatively introverted. He was a boy of very few words but had the eyes of someone who observed meticulously. He was the strong, silent type and would let his fists do the talking. Living in Frank’s shadow, though, meant that Jax could somewhat hide behind his older brother’s reputation. No one messed with him. No one bothered him. Jax liked it that way. He wasn’t an instigator. He never started fights. He finished them. Content with what little the family had, he’d never really known any different… Until his Mother died when he was 24. 

Her sudden passing flipped the Turner’s lives upside down. Frank ended up being arrested for the final time after a bar brawl went south. His prison sentence was unforgiving. Poppy-Anne, his younger sister, left Little Ridge swearing never to return. And just six months after his mother’s death, Jax became a father. His on again / off again girlfriend had sworn blind she was on birth control and yet, that positive pregnancy test said otherwise. Jackson, much to everyone’s surprise, stepped up for his son. As soon as he laid eyes on those tiny starfish hands and kicking little legs, he vowed to leave his old life behind. Though he and Candace were never destined to stay together, they muddled their way through parenthood, coparenting whilst they lived separately. 

Fatherhood forged Jax into a man. He stayed away from bars, stopped hanging out with the “wrong” crowd and cut contact with his own alcoholic father. Jackson’s son became the centre of his universe, his purpose, his beacon in the dark. But his path to redemption truly began at the Farm. Jax proved himself to be an incredibly hard worker with a tireless work ethic. Soon enough, he became an invaluable part of the Farm and beloved by the Family who owned it. They moved him on site, provided him with his own living quarters, and essentially took him in. The love he felt on the Farm was transformative. Suddenly, Jackson knew what it was like to be a part of something. The Family invited him to Christmases, threw him intimate birthday parties and gave him his first truck. In this new life, he was actually worth something. Little Ridge no longer saw him as “[i]that[/i] Jackson Turner”… He was simply that hardworking farmhand who loved his son.

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• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 •

It’s no secret that Jax has a temper. He’s passionate, fiery, committed. But leaving his troubled past behind him, that passion is now directed in an entirely healthy way at his son and his work. Jackson loves to be outside. His skin and soul has been weathered by the sun and the elements. Come rain or shine, you’ll find him outside working or embracing the outdoors.

He remains a somewhat aloof and mysterious character. Women, craving to crack his outer shell, describe Jax as brooding and hard to read. He is softly spoken. Careful with his words. Presumed unintelligent due to his lack of interest in academics in his youth, many would be surprised to know that Jackson’s silence is by no means a reflection of a lack of thought. In fact, he thinks a lot. Privately. 

Watching him with his son, Jackson is unashamed in his love. Affectionate, doting, tactile, Jackson is everything his Father was not. He plays. He laughs. He reads bedtime stories… He is a calming presence even in the face of stress and crisis. 

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