● N A M E ●
Jackson Torvald Drake
✔ Jack or Jax - call him this if you're a friend or acquaintance.
✔ 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.
● A G E ●
18
● G E N D E R ●
Male
● O C C U P A T I O N ●
Student at Verona Community College and part-time at Drake Autoshop
● L O O K S ●
It’s hard to place if Jackson is a slob intentionally or does it unknowingly. The fact remains that, despite awareness or not, Jackson looks, acts, and more importantly, presents himself as a slob. His strawberry blonde hair is often unkempt. He sees washing it daily and tidying it up as a chore. He has much more important things to do, like sleeping or eating food. Because of that, you will often see him with messy hair. Odds are that, when you see him strolling through the streets of Verona, backpacking through The Wilderness, or just doing whatever the frick that Jackson Drake wants to do, you’ll see his hair be an utter and complete mess. Only on a rare occasion will you see this juvenile with combed hair. And that’s only in those instances when he’s trying to impress someone who has caught his eye. Speaking of eyes, Jackson’s are some weird brown, blue mix.
Despite how active he could be and how much he likes to walk, Jackson doesn’t maintain a healthy diet long enough for it to make any difference. If you were to ask him, he’d probably something like, “I might work out, but I enjoy food too much.” So, based off of that by itself, it wouldn’t be hard to give an estimation of why Jackson never achieved anything passed a low lean build. His body isn’t to the point of emo skinny; that’s reserved for his other family members. But don’t count on seeing Jackson flex for you. He won’t do it. And what’s more on that, he doesn’t have anything to show. He’s a person of above-average height and average weight too. They are respectively 5’11 and 150lbs. Pretty much the opposite of a bodybuilder.
Inside Jackson’s closet are the clothes of someone who doesn’t know how to diversify his fashion sense. Too many shirts that are a mix of band merch, video game merch, anime merch, and generic skater logos. And his pants seem to not know the meaning of bright colors, or anything other than blue and black. Seriously, just look at it! A decent amount of jeans and shorts, but they all look like someone pulled a bruised face, and plastered them over some jeans. You would think with how his mother made her living in her youth that he would have at least some grasp on color variety. But nope, there is nothing to be had with Jackson. At least his style is his own. When someone hears about a little pest named dressed in blue jeans and wearing some fandom-related merch, it’s ninety-nine percent likely that it’s Jackson Drake.
“I will not bow for any reason. If you got a problem, we can settle this with our fists.”
● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●
Jackson doesn’t pretend to know shit that he doesn’t. If he does know about something, he’ll show rather than tell you. That’s who Jackson Drake is: a man of action. Because of the fact that he’s not so great with his words, Jackson opts for showing than telling. Call him simple-minded, a retard, or whatever - the fact remains that Jackson has never changed, and if you were to ask him if he would ever, he won’t ever change that side of him.
Interactions with Jackson are always a wild card. You might get something decent. Maybe he’ll greet you with a cheek-to-cheek grin that will show you his sometimes-happy-go-lucky personality, but you might also get the easily-angered side where any and all obscenities exit from his two lips. It doesn't have to be much for Jackson to show the latter side of his personality. He has a short fuse to his temper, and sometimes this involves him saying things before he has a chance to think. Again, Jackson is a man of action. Not one for thinking, but definitely a guy that will act on his impulses. This extends anywhere from reckless abandonment to anyone mentioning his middle name. He hates his middle name. He will clobber anyone who mentions his middle name.
Don’t try and tell him that he can’t do something. It’ll either increase his rage or make him more determined to do that something that he’s told not to do. He’s determined in that way. Or stubborn. It just depends on how you choose to look at it. Regardless which it is, however, it cannot be ignored that Jackson will do all that the can to whatever he has set his mind to. Once he has set his mind on a goal, no matter how impossible it might be, he will always put his entire being into it. Just call him a high goals kind of guy.
Continuing the theme of Jackson being a man of action, a man of passion, it’s probably too obvious to anyone with half of a brain that everything about Jackson is centralized around his love for those he cares deeply about. Call it cliche, but the fact remains that he would do anything for his friends and family, friends and family of his friends and family. If they are connected to those he holds a deep admiration and love for, Jackson will do what he can to protect them. Before the incident, that would have been simply using his fists and feet to do the talking. But with recent happenings within his surroundings, Jackson has considered other means. But, he’ll wait until he has a better grasp of said means. Until then, if you even dare try to go after those he cherishes above all else, you will meet your doom at the delivery of The Jackson.
● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●
Jackson Drake doesn’t believe in labels. It doesn’t suit him. That being said, he does have eyes for the female gender. He’s not shy about that. But again, he won’t label himself heterosexual or pansexual or anything with -sexual at the end of it. That just isn’t how he rolls. Again, with that being said, for what he looks in someone is to be absolutely chill. He can’t have someone overreacting over something he might say or do. God-forbid they cry because he got his ass kicked by the resident bad boy, or they get angry because he might’ve said something about how he never makes wise life decisions.
That’s the dream, at least. Jackson would indeed like someone as perfect as that, but he knows that life isn’t a fairy tale. This isn’t some Disney movie or RomCom. He knows that someone like that doesn’t notice someone like him. So Jackson doesn’t spend time hopelessly fantasizing about it. Still, a person who could see beyond the rough exterior wouldn’t be so bad. If they could just look at the man behind the front he may or may not do for show, then that wouldn’t be so bad.
If only, right?
● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●
What do you get when you cross a second-generation mechanic with a long-term waitress at the local diner? The two modest wage-earning parents of one reckless-abandon, hard-headed, skating-enthusiast, Jackson Torvald Drake.
His life began at the DRake Residence when little Jackson was met his parents,
Leonidas Ethan Drake and
Riley Johanna Drake, for the first time. His father is a second-generation mechanic who runs his business own business that he calls
The Drake Autoshop. Riley waits tables at The Salem Diner. She has done it for over ten years. Though she could have gotten promoted, she likes the position she’s at. It gives her time to spend with her two children, her oldest Jackson Drake, and his sister just one year younger than him,
Jade Riley Drake.
Growing up in Verona, Jackson really had to make do with what he was given. Thankfully, his nerd pride and skating ventures kept him busy. With the local skakepark being the only one in New Town and Verona as a whole, that’s where he spent most of his time. With his handy board, The Mighty Atlas, Jackson would make sure he was there all that he could. If he wasn’t at school or at his part-time job serving coffee at Simone’s, then Jackson was at the skatepark. It was his home away from home. And being the kind of guy that has built a reputation of being, not a lot of people were willing to hang out with him. In fact, Jackson’s reputation around Verona is being the kind of guy that’s impulsive, doesn’t think before acting, and among other things, a bit of a hothead. Nothing pretty and attractive about him aside from his eyes(that’s what he’s told, anyways).
Jackson just recently turned eighteen. And by “recently”, that means in the year of 2016. A lot of good has happened this year. And a lot of bad has happened, too. The good? JAckson
may have actually wormed his way into his crush’s line of sight. The bad? She doesn’t know his name, or the fact that he’s crushing on her. Oh and there was that thing that happened at the skate park just a couple of days ago.Yeah, it was really weird. There was Jackson, kicking it with his homedogs, right? And out of nowhere, he got this massive headache that came at the wrong time: he was in the process of doing a backflip on his board. Safe to say he lost his control, and wiped out big time on the concrete, face-first. But that wasn’t the end of it. When Jackson would get up, dripping crimson blood from a small gash on the side of his face, he saw something rather bizarre…
Fire? No, that wasn’t right. It felt like fire, but it didn’t look like it.
Yeah, that was impossible. First, it was raining, but Jackson swore he saw it. A searing version of himself approaching his circumference, charging forth as it hovered over the ground. Their entire form was so scorching that Jackson collapsed from the intensity of the heat.
And that was three days ago. Jackson was down for three days. A full seventy-two hours passed, and he had finally regained consciousness as he lay in his own bed. When he looked around his usually untidy room, it felt like a dream to him. Like maybe what he experienced was just a wild, surreal dream; except it wasn’t a dream. As Jackson would soon find out, it was reality. And the next moment when he would reach out to his phone would be evidence of that.
In an instant, his phone caught fire, brilliant crimson fire. It burned bright and hot, charring his Samsung Galaxy S6 to almost charcoal levels. He was taken aback by this, so much so that Jackson shook his head, wanting to wake up as he repeatedly said to himself.
“This is a dream. It’s not real. This is a dream. It’s not real.”
Over and over again he kept on saying that, trying to convince himself that this wasn’t reality. But it was reality — it was
his reality. Little did Jackson know that there was only more to come.
So much for living the boring, mundane life of a small-town teenager, huh?
“Okay, ass flowers, this is the end of The Jackson Road Trip! Please don’t let the door hit you where the good lord decided to split you.”
● S U P E R P O W E R ●
Fire Mimicry
● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●
Ascendant
● A B I L I T I E S ●
Jackson’s powers first manifested as a hallucination. He saw himself surrounded by fire, as if it was kissing his entire form, as if it was a part of him. However, this was not what JAckson first experience with them was. His first experience was when he woke up three days later, and he went to go reach for his phone. As his hand gripped it, the phone overheated to a degree where the battery had exploded, and caused the entire phone to be charred worse than charcoal. Even Jackson doesn’t quite understand what had happened to him. One minute he was experiencing a hallucination and the next - and several hours in-between - he somehow was able to get to the point where he can overheat his phone with a single touch? What else could he be capable of?
Well, if what Jackson saw in that brief moment before he passed out three days prior to getting these powers was correct, there might come a day that it could be much more than a simply burst of overheating an electronic. He might actually be able to control that to the point where he can channel the heat around him,and manifest it into physical form. Maybe even do more than generate heat. Who knows? Maybe, within time, Jackson will be able to become a flying, fiery badass with a plethora of capabilities. But as it stands now, overheating things seem to be the maximum he’s able to do.
● W E A K N E S S E S ●
Jackson has no earthly idea what his weaknesses are. Understandably, there’s something logical about physical exhaustion about using an ability you just came to know about. Adding to that, it has to deal with heat of sorts, so it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that if, oh let’s say comes into contact with water, it might be rendered useless. Cause you know, water and heat/fire doesn’t mix well. And it’s probably not going ot be as strong as it was to Jackson’s phone. The fact that he was able to blow his phone up was probably one of those “Okay what was that?!”-type of scenarios. Odds are that Jackson won’t be able to do that again and on command no less. It might take some time to get it down, let alone master it. It’s all about baby steps, bro..
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