Post by Jaxon Porter on Mar 4, 2013 22:53:29 GMT -5
Full Name: Jaxon McKay Porter. He usually just goes by Jax. I mean, that's what everyone calls him anyway.
Age: 17, nearing eighteen. He's been told he looks older, though. He was born on October 31st. Yes, yet another Halloween baby (this is from his original character, children, don't hurt me okay he was one of the first).
Sports/Clubs: Newspaper and Lacrosse.
Appearance: Jaxon doesn't think he's attractive. So, he does everything he can to live up to the standards of today. He works out like a mad man, he keeps his hair in a fauxhawk (usually.. its super curly so sometimes it just does what it wants) and tries to stick with the latest clothing trends. Because of that, his appearance is ever changing (spare for his hair). One day he'll be dressed in sweats and tee, the next in skinnies and a cardigan. You really never know what he'll be wearing.
He's about five foot nine, weighing near a hundred and sixty or so pounds. He's got a pretty good body, and he wouldn't hesitate to show you his abs. Or if you're into arms, he's all about the biceps. I mean look at him. He's got guns. His legs aren't the greatest.. but for real, do you know anyone that's like "oh gosh look at his thighs".
Jax has light blue eyes that are often shaded by a slanted brow. He does this sort of mysterious look whenever he's trying to look 'hot'. He doesn't mean it seriously, he just thinks it'll make you smile. Speaking of smiles, he's got a great one. And he laughs a lot, so you'll see if often.
JAX IS BEAUTIFUL GO TELL HIM. HE'S SELF CONSCIOUS.
Personality: Jaxon is a mess of emotions. He's a very deep, complex individual and is often very confusing. So.. strap in.
Background:
"We'll be home around two, Jaxxy. Keep an eye on Grey, okay?" she said. I nodded. I was only twelve, but I guess they trusted me enough. Which they should've, its not like I was a bad kid. I was the kid that sat in his room all day and read. I wasn't going to cause any problems. And neither was Grey. He'd just sit and watch old episodes of Scooby Doo. And even though we were both content with that.. I was still a little upset that the rest of my family wasn't spending New Year's Eve with us. I mean, is it normal to leave your twelve year old and nine year old home alone on New Year's Eve? And take the sixteen year olds and the eighteen year old with you? I guess it doesn't really matter. What matters is that Grey and I were alone.
They left at about nine. At night, I mean. Teagan was dressed up all pretty like in this real short black dress. I'm still surprised mom didn't tell her to change. Kellan and Valiant were both looking pretty fresh in blazers and nice jeans that I'd never seen before. I didn't see what my mom was wearing.. she had this real pretty, long fur coat on. And my dad was in a full out suit. I'd never seen him a suit. Coming from Alabama, it was weird to see anyone dressed up like this. Well, 'cept for Teagan. Sluts were common where we came from. Not that she was a slut.. I'm just saying. But it was weird to see Val, Kel and dad in nice clothing. Really weird, considering my dad was usually in a stained used-to-be-white tank top and ripped jeans. Val almost always tried to dress to impress.. but even so, that was just a plaid shirt with a nice white tee beneath it. Yep. We were a family of rednecks.
When they left, Grey and I were in our pj's. His were footies, the Spiderman kind. I was just in a pair of shorts and a gray shirt. I wasn't gonna be reading tonight.. I had a movie picked out for the two of us. But as soon as they left, Grey ran straight to his room.
"Jaxxy! Let's play with Tea's fiji board!"
"Its ouija, stupid," I teased, following him after setting the movie down. I really wanted to watch Batman.. but he was clearly against it. And I didn't want him throwing a fit (which he would've if I didn't give in). So I grabbed a couple candles and we set up on the floor. It was ridiculous.
"How's it work?"
"How should I know. You got it out. Read the directions."
"I can't read."
"Shuddup yes you can, you liar."
He picked up the directions. He never read it aloud, but after a minute he'd started nodding and mumbling to himself. I dunno if he ever figured it out, but he figured something out because after a couple seconds, he threw the directions aside and announced that he "got it!" and placed his fingers on the little plastic triangle. "You place your hands on that side," he said, pulling my hands forward by the wrists. I never believed in any of this crap. It was dumb. And after watching Teagan push it around with her friends, it only seemed sillier to me. But I was just playing along. It was funny to watch him all hyped up. "Light the candles!" he said.
"I just put my hands here tho.."
"Light them!"
So I drew back my hands and lit the candles. I was laughing by now and he got real serious. He gave me this cute little look like 'come on take it seriously'. But I couldn't. "I'm gonna make some popcorn," I said, just as there was a crash of thunder. Grey jumped. He was already so into this whole Ouija board thing. I laughed at him. "There's a storm predicted. Don't get so excited. Light some more candles.. the power might go." And with that, I stood and went back up the stairs towards the kitchen. I closed his door too. We always closed the doors behind us. I don't know why.. the doors were just always closed.
It took a while to find the popcorn. Our cupboard was always overflowing with random food. Pringles, Nutty Bars, Hostess Cupcakes, every imaginable kind of junk food ever. I knew popcorn was in there somewhere, it just took a minute to find. Once I found it, though, the storm was raging on outside. The trees were whipping the side of the house and you could hear the wind. The thunder was so loud and it crashed almost every five seconds. That's probably why I didn't hear the screaming.
About a half hour later (i got a little distracted checking the weather channel and whatnot), I had finished with the popcorn. It was salted and buttered to perfection and as much as I was dreading it, I was ready to go back to Grey and play his stupid games. But when I rounded the corner to head down to his room, I died a little. I dropped the bowl of popcorn and it fell down the stairs as I stood in pure shock. I didn't know what to do. I mean, what do you do when there's black smoke billowing from under a door?
I didn't think to call 911. My head wasn't on right. Instead, I ran for the door and tried everything to open it. I threw myself against it, I tried to kick it in. Somehow it had gotten locked and I just wasn't big enough to break it down. I could hear Grey screaming. And I didn't know what was going on. Eventually my eyes flushed with tears and I felt my fists clenching. My heart felt like it was gonna pop out of my chest and I swear my lungs were about to burst. His screaming.. his horribly bloody screaming. I couldn't take it. So I collapsed. Right there. On the floor. I brought my hands to my ears to block his screams as I muttered that I was sorry, I was so sorry. My knees were at my chest and I rocked back and forth on the ground like a helpless child.
By now it was only ten o'clock.
Two in the morning came and I'd fallen asleep. I don't know how I did and I regret doing so. But I must've been drained. I remember crying so long. But anyway, two finally came and my family came home at some point. I don't know when, all I remember is being shaken awake my father screaming at me "what have you done?!". I was up in the air, he was holding me out and shaking me. This was the dad I knew. This was the dad I'd seen before. It was weird trying to picture him in a tank top. That's what he usually wore.
"What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" he was screaming. I now noticed that I wasn't where I'd fallen asleep. I was upstairs. Back in the kitchen. Against a wall. Val and Kel were there. Both crying. Val looked angry, Kel had lost it. His head was in his hands. I didn't know where mom and Tea were.
"Where's mom? And Teagan?" But he only shook me more. That time he hit my head against the wall.
"Like you don't know!" His breath smelled like beer. "Where the hell do you think they are? They're downstairs, with Grey! Or what's LEFT of him!" I didn't know what he was talking about. I'd forgotten everything.
"What..?" I said that pretty sleepily. Which made him mad. He hit my head against the wall again and then I was being carried. Sideways. Like a bag of luggage. He took me across the kitchen and down the stairs towards Grey's room. I couldn't really see anything, being sideways and all. But when he straightened be out, holding me around the waist out in front of him, I saw everything.
Grey's door was open now. Mom and Teagan were sitting on the carpet where Grey and I had been playing with the Ouija board. They were both crying and.. Christ. There was Grey. Or like my dad said, what was left of Grey.
A very crumpled, paper-like black blob was in the middle of the floor. It had very faint signs of hair, and there was a slight blue tint across its back: the Spiderman pajamas. It was Grey. Burned and destroyed. It was about then that I looked around the rest of the room. It, like Grey, was black and smoldering. And it smelled.. God did it smell.
But that's all I saw. Within seconds, I was being carried back up the stairs. Val (or maybe Kel) was holding my feet now.
"Do you know what you did?" Dad was yelling again. "Do you know what the FUCK you did? You killed my son! My beautiful baby boy! You KILLED him, Jaxon! You fucking killed my son!" I was confused. I certainly hadn't killed Grey. "You locked him in his goddamn room and set it on fire, didn't yeh?" They dropped me. I scrambled back against the wall and he picked me up by my shoulders, pushing me back. I hit my head again. "What the fuck is your problem? Huh?" I was crying. He slapped me. And just like that, he'd picked me up again. But I wasn't in the air for long.. not long at all. In fact, within maybe a minute, he'd tossed me into a closet. "See how YOU like it!" he yelled and then closed the door.
It was a dark closet. A closet we didn't ever use. There was no light, not even under the door. And this was the kind of closet where the spiders lived. There were webs, I could feel them on my bare legs. And within seconds, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see, I couldn't feel, I couldn't breathe. I started to sense the spiders, the demons, the ghouls. None of which were really there. But I felt them. In my soul. Climbing my legs. They were there. But they weren't. I was dying. I could feel that. I was dying.. and they were.. they were laughing.
I could hear them.
When they let me out, I was greeted with another smack to the face. They'd kept me in there for two hours. Two complete hours, alone, in the dark, practically dead. And still, I was slapped. This time, my dad was crying. Real ugly crying, too. He pushed me against the wall. "You killed my son," he sobbed. "Why couldn't it have been you?" That hurt. That cut deep.
"Why couldn't it have been you?"
Other: Jaxon strives to be accepted. He had a horrible past and almost all of his family let go of him. So now, he wants that approval that he never got. He'll do anything to get it, too.
Jax really likes dogs.
He's always wanted a hamster though.
Jaxon's favorite color is lime green.
He's a nerd. A for rizzle nerd. Lord of the Rings all the way.
He is terrified of the dark. He starts to see things that aren't really there and eventually can't breathe.
He has asthma.
Jaxon loves to read. His dorm is cluttered with shelves overflowing with books of every kind.
Jax is an insomniac and suffers from night terrors.
Jax would like to be your friend. Yes.
Jelly Beans make Jaxon a happy child.
He will not deny you feeling his arms. For real, if you wanna touch them. Go ahead.
Age: 17, nearing eighteen. He's been told he looks older, though. He was born on October 31st. Yes, yet another Halloween baby (this is from his original character, children, don't hurt me okay he was one of the first).
Sports/Clubs: Newspaper and Lacrosse.
Appearance: Jaxon doesn't think he's attractive. So, he does everything he can to live up to the standards of today. He works out like a mad man, he keeps his hair in a fauxhawk (usually.. its super curly so sometimes it just does what it wants) and tries to stick with the latest clothing trends. Because of that, his appearance is ever changing (spare for his hair). One day he'll be dressed in sweats and tee, the next in skinnies and a cardigan. You really never know what he'll be wearing.
He's about five foot nine, weighing near a hundred and sixty or so pounds. He's got a pretty good body, and he wouldn't hesitate to show you his abs. Or if you're into arms, he's all about the biceps. I mean look at him. He's got guns. His legs aren't the greatest.. but for real, do you know anyone that's like "oh gosh look at his thighs".
Jax has light blue eyes that are often shaded by a slanted brow. He does this sort of mysterious look whenever he's trying to look 'hot'. He doesn't mean it seriously, he just thinks it'll make you smile. Speaking of smiles, he's got a great one. And he laughs a lot, so you'll see if often.
JAX IS BEAUTIFUL GO TELL HIM. HE'S SELF CONSCIOUS.
Personality: Jaxon is a mess of emotions. He's a very deep, complex individual and is often very confusing. So.. strap in.
- Sweet: Jaxon is a teddy bear. He's sweet, he's caring, and he's gentle. He's the kid that'll give you a hug in the hall if he thinks you're down. He'll gladly walk you to class and he smiles at strangers. If its Valentine's day and he knows you don't have a Valentine, he'll send you a carnation gram. Jaxon doesn't like to see people upset.. so its sort of his goal to be the reason they smile.
- Thoughtful: Often you can find Jax just sitting and thinking. He kinda looks like he's zoned out staring off into space.. which he very well might be. But really, he's just lost in his mind. Jaxon's mind is a dark and twisted place and its rather easy to get trapped up there. So don't be alarmed if you say something to him and he doesn't respond. Just poke him. He'll come back.
- Awkward: Jaxon tends to make a lot of awkward jokes or puns. They're not like sexually awkward.. they're just kinda cute and silly. Like, they're usually not so funny but they'll make you smile anyway cuz they're just so dumb. He's not dumb, his sense of humor just usually is. And if he's uncomfortable, he'll be the one to make it awkward.
- Hopeful: Jaxon hopes that one day, his life evens out. He's a pretty messed up little dude and isn't quite sure he'll get anywhere in life. He's not suicidal or even depressed.. but he knows he's got problems. And he's not sure they'll ever go away. He has hope though.
- Deep: This is the part that scares most people. Usually, Jax is a pretty upbeat dude that's just living life. He doesn't give a shit. But sometimes, you'll catch him on an off day where he's the most observant human on the face of the earth. He'll analyze everything, critique anything, and try to find the meaning of life. He gets really dark on these days and often questions his existence. Don't be freaked out if he starts asking questions about like.. death. He's fascinated by death. Weird, I know.
- Imaginative: Jaxon believes in magic. Part of this comes from being a total nerd and loving Lord of the Rings, Star Wars and Batman more than is probably healthy.. but he legit believes in magic. Don't enter his room if you can't handle the fact that he's got about fifty spell books piled into his bookshelves. But other than that, he's also very creative. He's a whiz when it comes to in class projects and usually comes out on top when it comes to having the most aesthetically pleasing presentation. Partner up with him.
- Bipolar: In a way. One moment he'll be himself, and the next he's locked in his brain. This goes back to being thoughtful, but is a bit different in the sense that sometimes, he doesn't get trapped completely. He'll have weird moments where he's just really fucking mad at the world. He'll start to remember his past and lash out. Its best to stay away from him when he's like this.. he can't really control himself.
- Damaged: Jax had a messed up childhood. His home life was undesirable and damn near impossible to handle. But he survived it. Barely. He's grown and moved on, but that doesn't make him any less broken. Because of his past, he has trust issues, is afraid of the dark, is afraid of water, is afraid of bugs, hates his father, fears grown men, and so much more. He's really messed up. Poor guy.
- Childish: Or cute, silly, naive. Jaxon doesn't want to grow up. He wishes he had his childhood back and doesn't want to leave it behind. So he's almost kept himself from maturing. No he's not gonna act like a toddler.. but some of the things he does are just.. I dunno. Cute. This isn't a bad trait. Its actually one of the better ones. It just adds to his teddy bear persona.
Background:
"We'll be home around two, Jaxxy. Keep an eye on Grey, okay?" she said. I nodded. I was only twelve, but I guess they trusted me enough. Which they should've, its not like I was a bad kid. I was the kid that sat in his room all day and read. I wasn't going to cause any problems. And neither was Grey. He'd just sit and watch old episodes of Scooby Doo. And even though we were both content with that.. I was still a little upset that the rest of my family wasn't spending New Year's Eve with us. I mean, is it normal to leave your twelve year old and nine year old home alone on New Year's Eve? And take the sixteen year olds and the eighteen year old with you? I guess it doesn't really matter. What matters is that Grey and I were alone.
They left at about nine. At night, I mean. Teagan was dressed up all pretty like in this real short black dress. I'm still surprised mom didn't tell her to change. Kellan and Valiant were both looking pretty fresh in blazers and nice jeans that I'd never seen before. I didn't see what my mom was wearing.. she had this real pretty, long fur coat on. And my dad was in a full out suit. I'd never seen him a suit. Coming from Alabama, it was weird to see anyone dressed up like this. Well, 'cept for Teagan. Sluts were common where we came from. Not that she was a slut.. I'm just saying. But it was weird to see Val, Kel and dad in nice clothing. Really weird, considering my dad was usually in a stained used-to-be-white tank top and ripped jeans. Val almost always tried to dress to impress.. but even so, that was just a plaid shirt with a nice white tee beneath it. Yep. We were a family of rednecks.
When they left, Grey and I were in our pj's. His were footies, the Spiderman kind. I was just in a pair of shorts and a gray shirt. I wasn't gonna be reading tonight.. I had a movie picked out for the two of us. But as soon as they left, Grey ran straight to his room.
"Jaxxy! Let's play with Tea's fiji board!"
"Its ouija, stupid," I teased, following him after setting the movie down. I really wanted to watch Batman.. but he was clearly against it. And I didn't want him throwing a fit (which he would've if I didn't give in). So I grabbed a couple candles and we set up on the floor. It was ridiculous.
"How's it work?"
"How should I know. You got it out. Read the directions."
"I can't read."
"Shuddup yes you can, you liar."
He picked up the directions. He never read it aloud, but after a minute he'd started nodding and mumbling to himself. I dunno if he ever figured it out, but he figured something out because after a couple seconds, he threw the directions aside and announced that he "got it!" and placed his fingers on the little plastic triangle. "You place your hands on that side," he said, pulling my hands forward by the wrists. I never believed in any of this crap. It was dumb. And after watching Teagan push it around with her friends, it only seemed sillier to me. But I was just playing along. It was funny to watch him all hyped up. "Light the candles!" he said.
"I just put my hands here tho.."
"Light them!"
So I drew back my hands and lit the candles. I was laughing by now and he got real serious. He gave me this cute little look like 'come on take it seriously'. But I couldn't. "I'm gonna make some popcorn," I said, just as there was a crash of thunder. Grey jumped. He was already so into this whole Ouija board thing. I laughed at him. "There's a storm predicted. Don't get so excited. Light some more candles.. the power might go." And with that, I stood and went back up the stairs towards the kitchen. I closed his door too. We always closed the doors behind us. I don't know why.. the doors were just always closed.
It took a while to find the popcorn. Our cupboard was always overflowing with random food. Pringles, Nutty Bars, Hostess Cupcakes, every imaginable kind of junk food ever. I knew popcorn was in there somewhere, it just took a minute to find. Once I found it, though, the storm was raging on outside. The trees were whipping the side of the house and you could hear the wind. The thunder was so loud and it crashed almost every five seconds. That's probably why I didn't hear the screaming.
About a half hour later (i got a little distracted checking the weather channel and whatnot), I had finished with the popcorn. It was salted and buttered to perfection and as much as I was dreading it, I was ready to go back to Grey and play his stupid games. But when I rounded the corner to head down to his room, I died a little. I dropped the bowl of popcorn and it fell down the stairs as I stood in pure shock. I didn't know what to do. I mean, what do you do when there's black smoke billowing from under a door?
I didn't think to call 911. My head wasn't on right. Instead, I ran for the door and tried everything to open it. I threw myself against it, I tried to kick it in. Somehow it had gotten locked and I just wasn't big enough to break it down. I could hear Grey screaming. And I didn't know what was going on. Eventually my eyes flushed with tears and I felt my fists clenching. My heart felt like it was gonna pop out of my chest and I swear my lungs were about to burst. His screaming.. his horribly bloody screaming. I couldn't take it. So I collapsed. Right there. On the floor. I brought my hands to my ears to block his screams as I muttered that I was sorry, I was so sorry. My knees were at my chest and I rocked back and forth on the ground like a helpless child.
By now it was only ten o'clock.
Two in the morning came and I'd fallen asleep. I don't know how I did and I regret doing so. But I must've been drained. I remember crying so long. But anyway, two finally came and my family came home at some point. I don't know when, all I remember is being shaken awake my father screaming at me "what have you done?!". I was up in the air, he was holding me out and shaking me. This was the dad I knew. This was the dad I'd seen before. It was weird trying to picture him in a tank top. That's what he usually wore.
"What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" he was screaming. I now noticed that I wasn't where I'd fallen asleep. I was upstairs. Back in the kitchen. Against a wall. Val and Kel were there. Both crying. Val looked angry, Kel had lost it. His head was in his hands. I didn't know where mom and Tea were.
"Where's mom? And Teagan?" But he only shook me more. That time he hit my head against the wall.
"Like you don't know!" His breath smelled like beer. "Where the hell do you think they are? They're downstairs, with Grey! Or what's LEFT of him!" I didn't know what he was talking about. I'd forgotten everything.
"What..?" I said that pretty sleepily. Which made him mad. He hit my head against the wall again and then I was being carried. Sideways. Like a bag of luggage. He took me across the kitchen and down the stairs towards Grey's room. I couldn't really see anything, being sideways and all. But when he straightened be out, holding me around the waist out in front of him, I saw everything.
Grey's door was open now. Mom and Teagan were sitting on the carpet where Grey and I had been playing with the Ouija board. They were both crying and.. Christ. There was Grey. Or like my dad said, what was left of Grey.
A very crumpled, paper-like black blob was in the middle of the floor. It had very faint signs of hair, and there was a slight blue tint across its back: the Spiderman pajamas. It was Grey. Burned and destroyed. It was about then that I looked around the rest of the room. It, like Grey, was black and smoldering. And it smelled.. God did it smell.
But that's all I saw. Within seconds, I was being carried back up the stairs. Val (or maybe Kel) was holding my feet now.
"Do you know what you did?" Dad was yelling again. "Do you know what the FUCK you did? You killed my son! My beautiful baby boy! You KILLED him, Jaxon! You fucking killed my son!" I was confused. I certainly hadn't killed Grey. "You locked him in his goddamn room and set it on fire, didn't yeh?" They dropped me. I scrambled back against the wall and he picked me up by my shoulders, pushing me back. I hit my head again. "What the fuck is your problem? Huh?" I was crying. He slapped me. And just like that, he'd picked me up again. But I wasn't in the air for long.. not long at all. In fact, within maybe a minute, he'd tossed me into a closet. "See how YOU like it!" he yelled and then closed the door.
It was a dark closet. A closet we didn't ever use. There was no light, not even under the door. And this was the kind of closet where the spiders lived. There were webs, I could feel them on my bare legs. And within seconds, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see, I couldn't feel, I couldn't breathe. I started to sense the spiders, the demons, the ghouls. None of which were really there. But I felt them. In my soul. Climbing my legs. They were there. But they weren't. I was dying. I could feel that. I was dying.. and they were.. they were laughing.
I could hear them.
When they let me out, I was greeted with another smack to the face. They'd kept me in there for two hours. Two complete hours, alone, in the dark, practically dead. And still, I was slapped. This time, my dad was crying. Real ugly crying, too. He pushed me against the wall. "You killed my son," he sobbed. "Why couldn't it have been you?" That hurt. That cut deep.
"Why couldn't it have been you?"
Other: Jaxon strives to be accepted. He had a horrible past and almost all of his family let go of him. So now, he wants that approval that he never got. He'll do anything to get it, too.
Jax really likes dogs.
He's always wanted a hamster though.
Jaxon's favorite color is lime green.
He's a nerd. A for rizzle nerd. Lord of the Rings all the way.
He is terrified of the dark. He starts to see things that aren't really there and eventually can't breathe.
He has asthma.
Jaxon loves to read. His dorm is cluttered with shelves overflowing with books of every kind.
Jax is an insomniac and suffers from night terrors.
Jax would like to be your friend. Yes.
Jelly Beans make Jaxon a happy child.
He will not deny you feeling his arms. For real, if you wanna touch them. Go ahead.
