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(Will update- I'm tired) Full Name: Jackson Alex-Ren *Preferred Name: Jackson Alex Nickname(s) Received: Jack - Shortened Name Alex - Last Name Gender: Male *Pronouns: He/Him *Sexuality: Bisexual | Atrracted to male and female Age: 19 D.O.B: November 20th Appearance: Hair - Jackson has dark brown hair which he has dyed purple on the ends. His hair is cut in a sort of wolf-cut style. He usually has it down. Build - Tall, around 6'2, lean and fit, with a naturally slim build that hints at an active lifestyle without being overly muscular. His shoulder a broad enough to suggest some strength but not bulky. Eyes - Deep blue eyes with flecks of a lighter blue. Which are almond-shaped with slightly long lashes. Scars - His knees and legs are scarred up from his time outside and all the scrapes he's gotten. He also has one on his neck from a very rude raven. Birthmarks - A larger, subtle birthmark on his lower back, towards the left side, which is usually covered by his clothing. Piercings - He has his ear's pierced Jewelry - Silver earrings. A simple chain necklace with a small J on it. A leather cuff on his wrist with a message written in Latin on it. A few minimalist silver rings lining his fingers. Tattoos - He has a small arrow on his wrist. Other - He has glasses for reading, he doesnt need them all the time. (He didn't have them when younger) Personality: Nervous // Blunt // Manipulative // Funny(when tou get to know him) // Crazy loyal // Caring deep down // Reckless Likes: +Nature+ +Money+ +Silver+ +Dogs+ +Snakes+ +Riding (Catherine got him into it, he cant anymore though+ Dislikes: (WIP) Relationship Status: Single Crush: (Your character after a long time-) Exes: None Non-Familial Relations: Your character - Alive - Ex-Friend/Friend/Crush/Partner Lily Snow Peterson - Alive - Friend Familial Relations/Family tree: Trenton Alex - Alive - Father Gean Ren - Alive - Mother BACKSTORY: Jackson was born into a poor family. Dirt poor. His dad was a big spender, burning all of the cash that fed their family and allowed them to live. Due to this, Jacksons mother, Gean, ended up divorcing Trention and taking Jackson with her. Due to this, Jackson grew up with an absent mother. He was often left with a cheap babysitter who didn't care. He got used to it eventually... Except, this didn't just go away. He grew up sparse, making sure he wasn't too hungry so his mom didn't have to spend a lot, making sure he didn't get dirty so he didn't have to get new clothes... He was seriously lacking in a lot. Until he met another girl who felt pity for him, she was certainly rich, and Jackson felt quite.... out of place, around her. But she didn't care. She gave him clothes when she noticed he didn't have anything, and gave him food when he couldn't eat. They became friends and it stayed that way for quite a long time. Until middle school. The girl's parents didn't like Jackson for being in such a poor family... And Jackson knew this and usually ignored it. Until he asked the girl why her family didn't like him. She snapped at him and he snapped back. Successfully crumbling their relationship. Jackson snapped back to the scarce life, lessening his food intake and his daily activity... His mother never did get back to being middle class. She began drinking herself to unconsciousness as well as becoming addicted to drvgs. Jackson had to start working at 14 just to make sure he could continue going to school... Though, he did eat less and less. By the time he was in his last year of high school, he missed a good week due to malnourishment. Though he did get out of the hospital, his ED did not get better. Now he's in his first year of college... still struggling and still worrying... He hoped this year would go on easy on him... maybe? *Theme Song(s): (WIP) Other: |
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Name: Sage Acker Gender: Male *Pronouns: He/Him *Sexuality: Gay Age: 20 D.O.B: March 15th Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes & down past his shoulder blades (he uses it to kinda hide behind & often has it up in a bun revealing the undercut beneath the long hair), golden amber eyes, Somewhat short (5'6''), very tan skin since he spends most of his time outside, lots of scars but the most obvious one is across his right cheek, slim and light build (but powereful; he has the body type of peak athletic performace despite being smaller), Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy, he normally wears some form of black jeans and a tshirt (with a hoodie if it's cooler temperatures) Scars: He has plenty of them. One on his right cheek, one across his chest, an abundance of scars on his back and legs from his father's belt, and other smaller ones scattered across his body Piercings - He has lots of pericings. A small silver lip ring on the center of his lower lip, black and silver chain/arrow looking things on his right ear, and plenty of other small silver earrings to fill in the rest of the holes if he feels like it Jewelry: The only jewelry besides his piercings he wears is his dog tags from his time in the marines Tattoos: He has plenty of these too. Dragon wings on his shoulder blades, a skull made of smoke on his right forearm, and a viking rune behind his left ear (it stands for courage in battle). He also has two solid bands around his right bicep area (a tradition of his ancestors, one for his younger sister who's now dead and another for his best friend in the army, who died in combat in the same battle he was injured in). Other: He has a prosthetic arm/hand (his left), a result of a land mine his truck hit while he was in the army. It took his arm off halfway down his forearm. The prostetic was made to look real, and functions like a normal hand, so not many people notice the difference, especially when he wears long sleeves (which is most of the time) Personality: Hot-headed (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father and stepmother, who he doesn't get along with & the war he was a part of) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way. He often comes across as rude/cold/uncaring, but in reality he's just afraid of getting hurt again by people who were supposed to be there to support him. Once you've earned his loyalty though, there's nothing he won't do for you. He is extremely loyal, to a fault, and has continued bad relatinships in the past for too long because of it. Likes: Art (painting/drawing), music/singing, nature, anything physical (helps get his mind off of the war and of his past) Dislikes: Loud noises (Because PTSD), crowds, people who think they're better than everyone else Relationship Status: Single Crush: None at the moment Exes: Amy Harper: he dated Amy for a while in high school, and stayed with her even though she treated him terribly becasue he felt like he had to stay. He only escaped her when he went into the marines and she soon enough found some other victim once he was out of the picture. Familial Relations/Family tree: Bruce Acker: His father, alive Victoria Acker: Stepmother, Alive Emma Acker: Mother, Deceased Elizabeth (Liz) Acker: Younger sister, Deceased BACKSTORY: Sage grew up in a happy, very wealthy household. It stayed this way until he was around nine, when his mother died. His father grieved after that, becoming angrier and angrier no matter what Sage did. That made his life bad enough for years. Then his father married Victoria. She moved in, and took a liking to Sage right away (and not in a good way). This made life even worse, and no matter what sage did he couldn't escape. he tried everything, and even now has a smoke in his hand pretty often, a habit he never could get rid of. He started drinkign too, soemthing that followed him up through his life. The moment he turned of age, he joined the marines, and spent two years fighting in the Middle East. One day, during a battle, he was wounded by a land mine and lost his arm as well as his only friend at the time. He was sent home then, and the army now pays for college. He pretends to still act like he was back when life was ok....just some rich kid. No one knew him well enough to notice how much he'd changed in the past few years. Hopefully, college provided a space where he could be safe and wouldn't remind him of the war. *Theme Song(s): Train Wreck by James Arthur Labour (idk who made it lol) Other: He makes sure he is always armed, a habit of being in a war. He had his conceal to carry, as well as a knife he's had for years on him at all times. He also has picked up the bad habit of chewing on his lips and nails when nervous, to the point of bleeding. He does his best to hide that he's changed, and no one really notices anything's wrong (at least, not yet). |
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Wow- they depressed af. Also, the rp starts on the day of the field trip :> |
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Jackson Alex-Ren ~----------------------~ Jackson jolted awake at the loud smashing of a bottle. Ah... mom must be home. Which means it was timeto get ready for school and that field trip... Jackson scrambled up, grabbing his already packed bag off the ground and setting it on a table nearby. Jackson quickly shed his black sleeping pants and pulled on some jeans, a t-shirt, and his favorite black jacket, which was a bit big, but otherwise fit well. He tugged his bag close, hooking it over his shoulder an rubbing his eyes tiredly. He slipped out of his small room, walking through the living room he paused. Jackson's eyes trailed over his mom, who was on the couch, drinking and watching TV. He frowned, heart clenching. He hurried past her, going to the kitchen. He avoided even glancing at the fridge, instead reaching for a cabinet and leaning close. He used a key around his neck to unlock it. Jackson pulled out his phone, headphones, and charger from the cabinet, making sure to close and lock it once more. He put the headphones round his neck, phone in his jacket pocket, and charger in his bag. Jackson took another quick glance around before deciding to skip breakfast, making his way to the front door. ".... bye mum... love you." He mumbled quietly, grabbing a small pocket knife off of the small table by the door. Jackson quickly slipped out, closing the door behind him and locking it swiftly behind him. He straightened, turning and beginning toward school. He shoved his hand in his pocket, clenching it around the pocket knife... he didnt live in a safe neighborhood... maybe that's why he woke at the smallest of sounds. × Jackson arrived at the school and breathed out shakily, stepping inside and dropping hid eyes to the floor. He began weaving through the waves of students, murmuring many 'excuse me's' to get to the cafeteria... Jackson's eyes finally trailed up, lookingover the multiple chaperone signs, he noted the name of his and beelined to it. Noticing not many people had arrived, he pulled his headphones up, covering on ear with them and dropping his eyed back to his phone.... × Jackson jolted at the mention of his voice. "'-Alex-Ren and Sage Acker." Said the voice. He felt his heart sink into the tips of his toes. He turned up hid music, trying not to reply as his ex-childhood friend greeted him. His thoughts were a pure mantra of: Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. He obeyed it. Nope. Jackson shoved his phone back into his pocket, looking around. Anywhere but at him would be good enough for him... |
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(yea they both need some major therapy lol...) Sage lived on campus, as he didn't have an apartment or anything to live in. The army was paying for his schooling, sure, but they'd honestly just said "congrats, you've been honorably discharged. Here ya go, have a nice time trying to figure out what the fuck to do now that you have nothing but a prosthetic hand, messed up brain, and medal you don't want to show anyone". Lovely, he really appreciated it. Thanks, guys. Soon enough though, it was time to leave his dorm and wander down to the cafeteria. One of the stipulations of the army paying for his schooling was that he needed to get involved. Like that would help his PTSD. They seemed to think forcing him into some sort of club or something would make everything go back to normal. Well, it wouldn't. It wouldn't ever just go back to normal. He'd seen and done things that had simply changed him. the way he thought. The way he saw other people. He thought about all this as he wandered to the cafeteria, backpack slung over his shoulder the prostetic wasn't attatched to. Knocking the backpack against the fake hand was just asking for trouble, especially since he didn't exactly have any money to pay for a repair or a new one. This one had been complimentary. Sorry you got hurt. Here's a fake hand. Thanks army guys. Thanks a ton. He was broken out of these thoughts when he heard his name called, and he reached up to pull an earbud out of his ears, making sure he heard them correctly. "Excuse me," he snorted indulgently, causing the chaperone to start repeating the names before he shook his head and stopped them. he'd heard fine. He just didn't appreciate it. He shifted slgihtly to stand by the guy, noting unhappily that he was now much taller than him. That was rude. It was ok, he was confident enough he could still throw the guy across the room if he needed to. He popped his earbud back in, leaning against the wall grumpily as they waited, then marched onto the bus without waiting for Jackson, sliding into the window seat, turning his music up, and closing his eyes. He didn't want to face his old friend....He didn't have the energy to deal with this shit. |
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Jackson Alex-Ren ~----------------------~ Jackson breathed out in silent relief as Sage ignored him. Maybe he didn't remember him? That would be... Nice. To say the least. Jackson jolted from his cluttered thoughts when the chaperones spoke up. "Everyone in groups A and B on bus one!" She said. Jackson frowned, shuffling forward. He just walked with the rest of the group, not wanting to stand out as he neared the bus. It wasn't a ginormous bus but it was a common size... He thinks? Jackson hurried onto the bus, looking through each aisle for Sage. When he spotted him sitting in the window seat, leaning against it, eyes closed. He sighed in relief... Thank God. Jackson sat next to him, sitting the furthest away from him possible. He shifted his headphones on his head, setting them to sit comfortably. Jackson set his bag on the ground, feeling the weight of it worriedly. He was praying that his mom didn't sneak any drugs or... something into or out of his bag. He made a face, but quicky corrected it and looked down, playing with a fidget ring around his thing finger. Jackson felt a bit... good, that Sage had no idea what had happened with his mom and all. But he also felt like shit. Sage was been in the army. Suck it up. Your "worries" are nothing, Jackson. You know this. You're fine. He agreed with the thoughts. He fully agreed with them. Jackson's shoulders shrunk in on themselves as his eyebrows furrowed. He focused intently on his ring. He did feel sort of uncomfortable as he was sitting on the edge of the seat. And he hadn't had breakfast. And he hadn't slept well. And his day hadn't gone great. And- Sage. Army. His mind reminded. He bit his tongue. Right. Right. Plus, you weren't gonna eat anyway. You knew this already. Don't pretend like it's new. Don't lie to yourself. Jackson bit down harder on his tongue. To the point, he thought it may be bleeding. (My mans need therapy jeez-) |
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(bro they both need major therapy) Sage was glad when Jackson just sat down next to him without talking or...anything. He just ignored him. Well, good. At least he didn't have to deal with him asking a bunch of questions or anything. He hadn't told anyone about being in the army, but with all the news and such if jackson had been reading the papers he'd have recognized the name. And when he got the medal it was recorded and all that jazz, so it was definitely out there. Some of his professors definitely knew, as did the nurses and stuff on campus. Which had been a good thing, since he'd freaked out a couple times already. He didn't expect Jackson to have kept up with his life, of course, but it wasn't really a secret, as much as he sort of hoped it was. He really just wished Jackson had forgotten about him, but he had seen the guy's face when the chaperone had put them together. He remembered him. And it was obvious the guy wanted nothing to do with him. And that...honestly sort of hurt. A lot. They'd had a lot of good times together as kids. He hadn't meant to start that arguement....he was just hurting, and worried about his mom. And what would happen once she died. His brows furrowed as that started the cascade of things he did his best to block out of his mind. It never really worked of course, and as things pressed against his mind his eyes snapped open and he shifted slightly, resting his head on his hand as he turned the volume on his music up as high as it would go to try and drown out his brain and then stared sullenly out the window. It was pretty clear he didn't want to be there, but here he was. He let out a sort of huff of air in annoyance, doing his best to ignore the man next to him. |
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Jackson Alex-Ren ~----------------------~ Jackson closed his eyes silently, letting his mind pour in nervous, anxious, negative, and rude thoughts. He hadn't talked to Sage since middle school. Middle school...Crap... This was going to be beyond awkward. He leaned back in his seat, letting his body slow down. He was tired... Not eating does that to you~ Was the last thought he remembered as the bus pulled out of the parking lot, beginning its journey. ~Three and a half hours later~ Jackson was jolted awake by the loud chattering of- everyone. Oh great... He tugged off his headphones, sitting them around his neck and looking around. He blinked a few times, rubbing his tired eyes. Oh. They had stopped for lunch... Skip lunch. You don't need it. Skip lunch have dinner then you can pay for your tuition. Unless you want to be stupid and live with Mum- He shook his head quickly. "Okay.. okay..."
He mumbled to himself, glancing sideways at Sage. Who was looking at him with what he could only mark as disdain? Jackson quickly scurried out of his seat, letting Sage move past him, and got out of the bus to get food. He used the excuse that he had to get something to stay back. Which was a complete lie. Tell them you ate. Tell them you ate a lot. Tell them you're fine. You're. Fine. Jackson sucked his lip between his teeth, biting at the pinkish skin. He was fine. It was okay. Skip lunch means he could get dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow and pay for whatever else later. Yeah... yeah okay. Jackson leaned down, sitting back down and waiting on the now abandoned bus. Even the bus driver had gotten off.... |
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Sage had stared out the window, doing his best to focus on what they were driving past instead of what was running through his mind. He hadn't realized how long they'd been on the bus until they pulled into some sort of crappy restaurant gas station sort of thing. He wrinkled his nose slightly, not entirely thrilled with the idea of stopping. When Jackson moved he slid out of the bus though, breezing past the guy and moving inside with the rest of the group. He scanned the menus and stuff for a bit, before his stomach rolled and he decided he'd probably just throw up on the bus if he ate now, the way his mind was going. So, he crept backwards and slid out the first set of doors, practically bolting by the time he got out the second set of doors and outside again. He took a few gupls of air, trying to still the panic that had welled up in his chest at the sight of all those people down in a dark room with no windows. Reminded him too much of the bunker hed lived in. If you could call it living, anyway. He moved to sit down and lean against the wall of the building, lighting a smoke with shaky hands before putting the lighter away and taking a few deep breaths before closing his eyes and resting his head against the building behing him as the stuff started tobsirt of take effect and calm his mind a bit. |
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