Jaiden Bolton

[Jaiden Bolton]

NAME: Jaiden, Tyler, Bolton

NICKNAME: Jai

AGE: 17

GENDER: Male

ORIENTATION: He’d probably consider himself heterosexual if asked but since he’s roughly a two on the Kinsey scale he’s honestly more bisexual than anything else.

POSITION: Bellefonte Student, Recent Transfer from St. Bethany. 

FACE CLAIM: Kim Jongin

POWER:

Super Speed

To put it simply - Jai could win the Kentucky Derby in his sneakers and he’s destroyed enough pairs of footwear to prove it. His highest verified speed and own personal record is 140mph on flat open terrain but as soon as he starts to go over 85 mph his ability to react and manoeuvre becomes dangerously limited by his training and any head on collision or misstep at these speeds could prove fatal. Comfortably, he can run at around 60mph and depending on his energy levels he can hold that pace for around half an hour before he starts running on empty and is in danger of doing irreversible damage to his body. In order to survive running at these speeds his bones, ligaments and tendons have a higher resistance to strain, he has a larger than average lung capacity and above average reaction times.

Limitations

Life as a speeder is not unlike living with a giant tape worm, Jae has a scarily fast metabolism and needs to eat every two hours (every three hours at a push) or his body starts to go into shock and shut down. He does, however, metabolise calories at a higher rate than an average person and so can get more energy out of each snack or meal.
- So long as he isn't being a completely reckless idiot it’s rare for him to break a bone or tear a ligament but once he does it makes him far more susceptible to it happening again.
- Similar to a cheetah, Jai can only keep up his max speed over very short distances and needs to replenish his energy stores afterwards or risk becoming catatonic. When pushing himself to his maximum speed he can only keep it up for short 100-200 yard bursts before the strain becomes too much. The slower he runs and the more he paces himself the longer he can go.
- He doesn't have any form of super strength so he is unable to carry people or heavy objects while moving at high speed.
- His mind is able to process and react far faster than a normal human but his dexterity is still limited by his own training and as-of-yet his not fully grown body. He is still mastering the ability to turn a sharp corner and he needs open space to both accelerate and de-accelerate, kind of like a landing place



Side-Effects

- Jai is constantly fighting a war against his own body and his addiction to the adrenaline of his special ability. He likes to think of his condition as being physically bipolar, depending on whether he’s eaten or just expended his energy stores he will either be as hyperactive as a toddler after binge eating cocaine frosted cornflakes or completely lethargic, barely wanting to move or think. His body stores and creates energy at an alarming rate and if he doesn't burn it off it drives him crazy, like a stabled race horse he is chomping at the bit and fighting the urge to run.
- He is still trying to master how to strike a balance between using up too much energy and too little. He suffers from severe insomnia when he doesn't exercise enough during the day but if he depletes too much of his resources then he will end up being catatonic and unable to get out of bed for up to twelve hours. He has been known to get up in the middle of the night to either go for a run or sneak into the kitchens.
- Jai has severe ADHD, he’s easily bored and distracted. Few things can hold his attention for long and if he doesn't find a way to channel his hyperactivity into something constructive then destruction is sure to follow.
- Tension headaches, dehydration, and severe exhaustion following overexertion are just part of the fun. Except they aren't fun, like at all.
- Ever been stuck behind extremely slow walkers on a narrow side walk? Jai has to live with that frustrated feeling every minute of every day. Moving at a normal speed is agonising when you've experienced moving at incredible speeds.
- Jai was born completely colour-blind and I'm not talking red-green colour blind, I mean full on view the-world-as-if-it’s-a-film-from-the-nineteen-forties colour blind. He secretly believes it's a side effect of his mutation, something to do with his eyes being able to see and process at crazy speeds making them unable to distinguish between shades of colours.






APPEARANCE SECTION:

At 5’10 and with the lean build of someone who burns calories as fast as he can ingest them, Jai cuts a far from intimidating figure. He has a very bad habit of fidgeting, drumming his fingers to an inane beat and pacing, which has a tendency to drive people crazy. Most of the time he moves with the impatient suppressed energy of a rabid terrier or if you’re lucky enough to catch him on an energy downer, like a sloth with a bad hang over. Something about his lazy grin that almost always reaches his laughing dark eyes tends to put people at ease, he likes to think that he gives off a good vibe but really its more down to the fact that there isn't a threatening bone in his body.

Jai is almost always a picture of last minute half-hearted grooming and wears his passions in life on his sleeve, literally…his hands, hair and clothes are usually flecked with spray paint. His scruffiness is further exaggerated by his habit of never styling his hair – there isn't any point in his opinion, it’ll only end up windswept and unkempt anyway. His hair is naturally very dark, the kind of black that people try to bottle and sell.

It is highly unlikely that you will ever catch Jai without a pair of giant head phones on or at least hanging cocked and ready around his neck. And if not then the odds are there’s a pair of ear phones secreted in his shirt collar or somewhere on his person. He would sooner forget to leave the house without his head than without any music. Jai is largely oblivious when it comes to what styles are “hip and happening” he simply goes with what feels comfortable and judging by the way fashions come and go he figures the odds are that eventually his style will be in, not that he particularly cares. He favours jeans that have been comfortably beaten into submission over time and whichever shirt or hoodie is close at hand when he needs it. He makes a point of not getting too attached to his clothes, they never last very long, and he’s learnt the hard way to stay far away from synthetics- they have a nasty habit of melting. He is now a wool kind of guy.



MUST HAVE APPAREL:

Jai never leaves the house without his trusty pair of goggles hanging around his neck or perched on his head, he smashes into walls enough without running blind or getting a bug in his eye. He’s also known to carry a skateboard everywhere he goes since moving at walking pace frustrates him to no end. And more often than not a battered backpack is slung over his shoulder or as he likes to call it: his snackpack because it’s filled with…snacks.

PERSONALITY SECTION:

Jai is the epitome of a hedonist; his high energy lifestyle is ruled by his addiction to adrenaline and the pursuit of instantaneous gratification. He sets himself no limits or boundaries and is pretty much oblivious to the rules and limits others set for him and therefore tends to break them without intending to.

Jai is, however, incredibly naïve in the sense that he rarely sees through people’s façades and hardly ever notices even the most blatant of hidden agendas. He takes people at face value and tends to trust people he really shouldn't, leaving him open to manipulation and more often than not landing him in the wrong crowd. The impulsive, or rather, idiotic side of his character allows him to be easily led into dangerous situations and he will go happily so long as there is the promise of some kind of thrill involved. In a sense Jai is a very open minded individual, he will try most things at least once out of sheer curiosity and because he is simply an experience whore. He doesn't believe in sticking to what you know you like just because it’s the safe option. Although to be honest, he has a tendency to never learn from his own mistakes so he has no true idea what it is that he actually likes.

Jai never ceases to fall prey to that brutal beast; infatuation. He can become infatuated at the drop of a hat (which actually literally happened once…it was a very nice hat) and the only time you will see any kind of determination shining in his eyes is when he is enthralled by this powerful emotion. However, no matter how strong it is almost always short lived as his attention shifts elsewhere. The thrill is all in the chase for Jai. Afterwards he never seems to remember what it was exactly that had him so interested in the first place and before he knows what hit him he’ll fall head over heels in lust with a new conquest.

You might as well add tension to the long list of things that don’t register on Jai’s radar, this kid is all but blind when it comes to sensing when a simple conversation is about to turn nasty. A lover and in no way a fighter he will walk away from physical conflict 99.9% of the time and if backed into a corner he will fall back on humour and his ability to talk his way out of a starving lions jaws before resorting to fighting back. Having said that, conflict seems to follow on his heels like a devoted puppy; Jai has a painful knack of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong kind of people which, needless to say, earns him a few enemies.


EXTRA QUIRK:

Since his mind is usually racing in five different directions at once, Jai has a very bad habit of laughing either at inappropriate moments, in the middle of a sentence, completely out of the blue, or a few beats later than everyone else. This kid can find something amusing in even the worst situations. On the other hand if a conversation is boring him you will definitely know about.



FATHER: Jonathon Bolton (adoptive)
MOTHER: Elspeth Walters-Bolton (adoptive)
SIBLINGS: None
PET: Mia – Tame Veiled Chameleon. 
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None



CHILDHOOD:

As far as Jai can tell he must have started out life as one of those “Oh shit you’re pregnant?” babies. Only his parents didn’t deal with it like most normal people with beating hearts in their chests. He was found, box fresh from the hospital, abandoned at the Manchester train station. But that’s pretty much where the little orphan sob story ends. This isn’t the seventeen hundreds and Jai was fortunate enough to be adopted almost right off the bat by a young upper middle class professional couple living in the countryside on the outskirts of London. And what followed was the kind of picturesque early childhood that fills albums with photos that make guests faintly nauseous when unexpectedly forced to flick through them.

Fashionably liberal and strong believers in new age discipline the Boltons brought up their son the only way they knew how which was; shove the bare minimum of morals down his throats and then release him unto the world to find his own path and pray he turns out all right. For the most part Jai was given free rein to do whatever the hell he wanted, or as his parents put it; to feed his creative side. And to this day, Jai still thanks them for it. Although the local neighbourhood didn't. By the time Jai reached his pre-teens it was impossible to catch him without spray paint drying on his hands and his personal theme song comprised of a chorus of angry older citizens shouting; Kid don’t skate there!

It took his parents a good few years to realise their son was completely colour blind, in all honesty they had simply thought he wasn't very bright as they watched him draw bright pink doggies and green elephants all the way up to his fifth year at school. And simply gave him a tentative smile when he asked in all sincerity why there were so many crayons in a box. When everyone, including Jai, realised that he actually had a mild disability they were rather relieved. It was more out of stubbornness than anything else that he put all his efforts into painting rather than more fitting art forms such as sculpture or sketching. They said it was useless trying to be a painter, and he set about proving them wrong. What started out as a determined act of rebelliousness evolved into a lifelong passion. A passion that would help anchor him later in life when his ability would manifest and wreak havoc on his emotions.

When he wasn't lending a helping hand in giving the neighbourhood a bad name, he disappeared for hours on end, roaming the woods near his home, trying to burn off some of the energy that plagued him as a child. As he got older these disappearances lost their innocence and he gained a small posse of trouble making friends that always seemed to disappear with him. He became rather notorious at his school for organising small raves in the surrounding fields and countryside which seemed to always narrowly escape being raided. With his reckless personality, bad reputation and serious ADHD affecting both his behaviour and his studies it is needless to say that Jai went through his fair share of schools, by his ninth year of school the local private schools flat out refused to accept his attendance and his parents were grudgingly forced to enroll him in a government school. Jai, quite frankly, thrived in this less stuffy and new environment.


ADOLESCENCE:

Jai’s wild antics were steadily growing more severe as he discovered a love of twocing cars and joy riding. At thirteen his luck of avoiding prosecution and consequences finally ran out when he was caught behind the wheel of a classic Jaguar. Panicking, Jai tried to flee the scene of the crime, tearing down the quaint rural country roads with a cop car on his heels. It was only when said coppers were suddenly a hazy in the distance that Jai realised how fast he was going. Sadly, this new revelation was the only thing that Jai noticed and he ran head first into a roadside hedge and went tumbling down into a small valley. Which was where the surprised police constables found him, bruised, confused and completely high on adrenaline.

Things weren't looking too good for Jai, he was too young to be tried as an adult for grand theft auto (which secretly he thought was pretty badass) but he was convinced there was a dark corner of a Borstal with his name on it. Instead, after a week of Jai sweating about his new future as one of Britain's juvenile delinquents and with his young offender court trial fast approaching, the Bolton’s were approached by a recruiter for the St. Bethany Academy. Jai felt like he’d dodged a bullet when his not-so-little incident of delinquency was quietly swept under the rug by the academy but after a life time of freedom he hated the idea of being forced to attend this strange new school. But even more than that, he hated the way his parent’s looked at him with a strange mix of disappointment, surprise, awe and fear. The brochure for St. Bethany’s and the revelation that he was some kind of mutant freak was enough to make him consider running away. But despite everything he knew he couldn't do that to his parents, he wasn't a bad kid simply a wild one, and he knew deep down that it would kill them if he up and disappeared.

For all his misgivings, Jai thrived at St. Bethany’s. He was no longer just that wild hyperactive kid with severe ADHD. The staff and students understood him and helped him come to terms with his ability, how to control it, how to live with it and more importantly, how to embrace it. He was encouraged to take part in team sports in order to learn how to keep pace with the other players, keep his speed at a ‘human’ level and play as part of a team. He was introduced to horses and riding, learning in the process how to try and keep his energy levels under control so as not to spook the sensitive animals as well as the responsibility that goes hand in hand with caring for another living creature. His art teacher took note of his love for graffiti and street art and how it was one of the few things that could keep him busy or than an hour without him losing interest, she personally encouraged Jai to keep up his love of art and to harness his energy into creating something beautiful. Those four years at St. Bethany changed Jai and taught him many things about himself. Sure, at heart he was still that wild hyperactive delinquent but he’d learnt to embrace that side of himself rather than letting it define him.

When his parents decided to immigrate to the states following a dream job offer his mother simply couldn’t refuse, they implored Jai to transfer to Bellefonte Academy. Jai was torn between his love of his new home and not wanting to put an entire ocean between himself and his parents when it felt like they were only just starting to rebuild their relationship. In the end it was his curiosity and impulsiveness that won him over and he decided to take the leap into the great unknown and transfer schools.



ADULTHOOD: 

Adulthood is looming on the horizon. Jai dreams of one day becoming a world famous stunt precision driver or drag racer he’ll be happy if he can simply survive until his eighteenth birthday without smashing into too many solid objects.


SAMPLE: 

I wrote this ages and ages ago on an old site I was a member of so it probably makes very little sense out of context. Dug it up because the sample I wrote for Jai I’d rather use as a first thread if that’s okay? Definitely not because I’m lazy. Definitely.

There were few things more soul destroying, than a single grown man spending his first day in a new city buying Lingerie for his male friend. But the worst was yet to come. Shane knew that once he returned to the Hotel, Grim would force him sit down and watch him flounce around in each and every outfit until Shane managed to force out a compliment. He would never be able to see another naked Victoria Secret model without his memory sending his gag reflex into overdrive. He was still unsure of how exactly his business partner managed to rope him into doing his shopping for him, transvestites must have some kind of unfathomable mind control technique. By the time he had finished Shane, found himself walking through the city, in the dark and rain carting around what amounted to 18 bags of beautiful untouched female underwear, earning himself some very odd looks. May Mr. Grim Caldwell live a long prosperous life, and die a slow painful and humiliating death.



Occupied with thoughts of how best to aid in this aforementioned death, he didn't notice the intriguing scent of fox until he was barely a block away. Following this revelation was a brief moment utilised by his confusion, panic and curiosity all clawing at one another to grab his attention. Shane stopped abruptly and glanced down the street. It would be polite to introduce himself, Grim had already done some research through his connections to find out as much as he could about the local lycan community before coming to S.t Louis, since it would seem they would be here for quite some time. Slipping up in London had earned the two some very dangerous enemies and Grim was in no hurry to return. But all they had learned about was the local streak, through that Irish git Grim seemed so fond of, and the wolves who already had enough of a reputation that they possibly could have just looked them up on Google. Shanes Indecision was down to two factors. Firstly lycans could get rather finicky about having an unannounced and uninvited alpha in their territory... even one carting around a load of women’s underwear. And secondly Shane had not seen another fox in nearly twenty years and by the look of the three foxes down the street that was before any of them had even been born. He was unsure if he even remembered to how to interact with people anymore unless they were on the other end of his gun and needless to say that left little room for practicing pleasantries and small talk.



Sighing, Shane scrubbed a hand along his chin, the light shadow of stubble scraping his palm. It wouldn't hurt to introduce himself and prove that he wasn't in the city to play happy families with the locals or to try and take control of them, maybe even gain some valuable information about the city in the process. It was decided then. He pressed ten of the bags into the arms of a passing elderly woman, nearly giving the poor woman a heart attack. "Try those on for size Love." Great, now he looked more like a rather whipped boyfriend than a lingerie hording pervert. Before she could finish beating him with her handbag he was striding confidently towards the foxes. The closer he got, the younger they appeared. What was with this city? Did it have the fountain of youth hidden in one of those alleyways? The elderly woman was the closest living creature he had seen to his own age in nearly five hours. It was ridiculous, just begging him to go into a mid-life crisis and he wasn't even forty for crying out loud.

There were three of them from what he could see although a brush of silver fur against his subconscious said otherwise and sure enough after sifting thought the powerful aroma of the alleyway he sensed two more. Tasting the power on his lips as he neared, Shane decided that there was an alpha or two in the mix. The corner of his mouth eased into a lopsided smile as he appraised the three werefoxes thoughtfully, noting the touch of awkwardness in the air between them. Two males and a female, the sex of the other two would remain a mystery it seemed. The male fox in the fedora had his eyes lowered but it was clear he was an alpha, even if he was rather on the small and young side, Shane took an immediate liking to him at the sight of the guitar slung across his back. The other male, seemed the more cocky of the two and an alpha all the same, judging by their stances he decided that this one must be the one in charge until their reyn returned. The female was a walking artwork, one he would have liked to admire in more detail under different circumstances.



Shane was already rather bored but he forced himself to turn on the charm. "I'm awfully embarrassed about bumping into you like this, I would have liked to have made more of an entrance to be honest. Sent flowers. Maybe a phone call to break the ice." This was awful. This was terrible. Why hadn't he just listened to the small voice in the back of his head and walked in the other direction. "Shane Skirving. Charmed to meet you all, send my...respect and regards to your Reyn when you see him." He glanced at the remaining bags in his hands. Grim wouldn't mind...well he would but Mr. Slave-driving-hyena would have to get over it. "I come bearing gifts." Before they could protest he placed a bag at each of their feet. HAH! No lingerie show for him. Brilliant. That hadn't been too hard. He smiled once more, and glanced at the alleyway uncertainly. Was that enough? Surely he wouldn't have to meet all of them. Now he could get on with his life...his life of buying women’s underwear for a cross dressing were-hyena. He rocked back on his heels, trying to look as if he had somewhere he needed to be in order to keep the introductions to a minimum.



USERNAME: Jin (Jinolt in the cbox), I don't even have a good reason it was literally the first thing that popped into my head ><

AGE GROUP: 22

EXPERIENCE: A handful of years but I haven't done this since I was about 16/17 so I'm really rusty - go easy on me!

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I think it was RPG-D, might have been caution 2.0, I was digging around a few of those sites looking for a good rpg to join before I found Bellefonte Academy.

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