Jaxon Crain

[Jaxon Crain]

Jaxon Michael Crain
FACE CLAIM: Max Irons.
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AGE: 21 [December 10, 1997]
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student

POWER: Telekinesis
Jaxon can move objects with his mind. Due to the recent S.P.R.I.T.E. epidemic, he can now create large bursts of telekinetic energy. 

LIMITATIONS:
- Can only move objects he himself could physically move.
- Cannot move liquids or gasses, solids only.
- Can only move objects that he can see.
- Propelling or pulling objects with great force is triggered emotionally or with intense concentration.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Extreme headaches
- Nose bleeds



HEIGHT: 6'1''
HAIR COLOR: Light Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue

MISC: Chest Tattoo , Forearm Tatoo


PERSONALITY: Jaxon has quite the reputation around B.A. Since he got out of prison, he’s name had gotten around. He doesn’t show his face much around campus and other students but everyone knows who he is. He keeps to himself constantly trying to escape the academy. To his peers, Jax is a mysterious, brooding, and most likely sarcastic asshole. To him, Kalispell is just a giant bubble protected from what he thinks is “the real world”. The innocence and whole ‘superhero academy’ is just a ridiculous charade to him. Since day one he’s blow off the entire program and therefore sees it and everyone in it not worth his time.

He never gave his studies the proper attention. Jaxon's counselors said he could've done better if he s passionate about his studies because, "Everything that he is passionate about, he's good at."

He’s formed some serous trust issues throughout his life in poverty and it’s hard for anyone to prove their worth to him. Growing up on the streets, he built up this idea in his head that other people don’t really know the world like he does. To Jaxon, they’ve just had it easy.

His temper doesn’t help with his people skills either. Jaxon’s all fight no flight. IT was how all he knew to survive. He doesn’t try to play to mental game before it gets physical. He’s not the guy to sit there and wait to get punched first.

He can be a bit cruel and callused to other people’s feelings at times. But under all the nastily clever remarks and brooding anger, Jaxon has some deep scars that he still hasn’t revered from.


SECRET(S): None.


FATHER: Doug, Lieberman. (One Night Stand)
MOTHER: Leela , Crain.
SIBLINGS: None.
WORTHY MENTIONS: None.

CHILDHOOD: Jaxon was an accident. His mother was a stripper in downtown Los Angeles, California. Life many of her other love affairs she had 'fallen in love' and this guy was the one that wold love her for who she was and so on. A few shots and a line of cocaine later, came Jaxon Crain. Doug took of the next morning and Leela was left with a being inside of her. Her career path already said what had to be said about Leela Crain. As an exotic dancer, she was unstable. She was into drug after drug and a raging alcoholic. Typical seen, really. Leela had no place in her life for a child. She was not ready for this baby.

As he developed Leela just couldn't push herself to go through with an abortion and decided to have him. So he was born and raised right in the dirty, crime filled population of Downtown Los Angeles. He grew up in ghetto daycares and spent his nights in the dressing room of the club. Jaxon had little to no supervision growing up. He was exposed to some many thing so young that he learned to grow up quick. 

ADOLESCENCE: By the time Jaxon was only fifteen he had already had a lot of people stab him in the back. His mom still being a stripper, it caused him a lot of emotional damage seeing her having a new lover every night and constantly hungover. Because of that, he never really got into any serious trouble because he was always cleaning up after and taking care of mom. He'd been involved wit some local pot being sold just to make some extra side cash but the heavy crimes and gangs were never his thing.

Jason was always just worried about his mom and the life around him which still follows him in some serious anxiety now that he's at B.A. Anyways, Jaxon eventually turned angry toward the world and the situation he was in. He was a ball of scared teenage angst and one night he came home to his mother passed out on the couch with a blunt in the ashtray and three other dudes laid out on their floor. The previous night he had to work the night shift at Denny's to pay for their rent that month. 

The apartment was destroyed and Jax bubbled with anger. As he neared his mother the beer and the coffee table with the ashtray on it started to shake. He fought the tears as they welt up in his eyes.  He didn't want to think about what could've been done to her but his mind couldn't help but go there. Once it did, the beer and the table rose up and thrusted against the wall in one fluid motion. The bottle shatter and the cheap table broke into pieces against the surface.

He froze and stared across the room at what he'd just done. Leela was still passed out and Jaxon paced around the destroyed living room trying to explain to himself what had just occurred. A couple days passed and a few recruiters came knocking at his doors and ripped him from his home and shipped off to Bellefonte which he fought and fought refusing to leave his mother.

Jason refused to leave his mother and home for some preppy mutant school. Jason never gave much effort into school. He found it pointless and unnecessary for what he had to deal with in his current situation. There he imagined it to be strictly studies and hard core training; not Jaxon's style. Never the less, they ripped him from his home and told his about a better life where he could be around his own kind and learn to control his powers. He ignored all of it and pressed in his mind an escape back.

There Jaxon reluctantly stayed for a year or so until he saved enough money to make his great run away/escape back to his hometown and mother. In doing so, Jaxon laid low and didn't make an friends or cause any trouble. He had to fly below the radar that way when he was gone, nobody would notice. Even as a freshmen he got involved wit the drug business around Kalispell. He ran packages, cut and packaged whatever they told him to as long as he got paid.

When he had saved up enough, about a year later, he was ready to go. Just recently turning sixteen and getting his license, of course he was going to steal a car and drive himself back down to L.A. Following through, Jax stole a car from a man at the local gas station. In order to do so, he smacked him behind the head telekinetically with the gas dispenser. It was the middle of the night and he just barely made it out of Montana before the authorities caught up with him and Jaxon was thrown in a holding cell until the academy came to pick him up. 

After that Jaxon realized that he was never getting out. He lashed out his pent up anger and anxiety into fighting. If someone crossed him even a little bit Jaxon would beat the shit out of them until he was wrenched off by another student or staff. Even on the strictest of probations Jax found ways to act out. 


ADULTHOOD: Jaxon barely graduated in 2016. He stay segregated from the rest of Bellefonte as they feed him therapy and tried to convince him to make progress and integrate with the rest of society. He was too scared. There was some built up fantasy in his head that somehow all of this was awful and a trap. It was mostly the insecurity of a new place and new faces. After graduating he immediately went back to L.A. to find his mother. There, she was not at their old apartment and some new renters had arrived. Jason's mother never called or wrote so he had no idea what was going on. He went back to the strip club and the girls said that she quit a couple years ago. They told him she found herself a rich guy and had just recently gotten married. She was the gold-digger they all wanted to be. "Boy did she get lucky." 

They gave him the address to where they thought she had been living. Jason was beyond lost. Surely his mother hadn't settled down. 

Eventually he made his way to the address and contemplated knocking. He was sure there was a mistake but he needed to find his mom. The place was a giant beverly hills mansion. The site just further convinced him that this was some false information given by a bunch of sleepy strippers. When he knocked it took a few moments before a brunette woman answered the door in an elegant robe and gown. Her face was worn and tired but it instantly perked up with surprise when she saw the boy standing in the door. In the same instant a dark and worried gloom washed over her. "Jaxon, you need to go." She whispered and gestured up to the second floor. Awestruck at his mother who was finally standing before him, Jaxon felt tears welling up and he took a step into the house and leaned to embrace her. Before he could, she forced her hand and onto his chest. "Seriously Jaxon you need to go. I have different and better life now. You can't ruin this for me." She paused with a look of complete sorrow. "A secret run with send Rollence running of and leaving me." 

Jaxon could believe what he was hearing. After all the years where he had cared for her and all the long nights he worked to pay for their expenses. He stood their in silence as the door slowly creaked shut. "I'm sorry baby." She whispered finally and the heavy metal door closed in his face. 

At a loss for words, Jaxon slowly step back and made his way out of the front yard. As he walked, tears streaming and curses muttered, a red something caught his eye. There, sitting in the drive way was a shiny new 2016 Maserati Granturismo MSRP. It was worth around $130,000 at the time and was emotionally torn to pieces. Without a second thought, Jaxon walked up to it an sent a small burst of telekinetic energy towards the drivers seat window. It instantly shattered and the top of the door caved in. He continued for each window as he walked around the car in silence. This was the most compulsive way Jaxon could think to lash out his frustrations.

By the time he was done, Jaxon had destroyed ever piece of glass, dented every door, and completely demolished the front and rear all with bursts of energy. He did it so quickly and powerfully that his sat rang, his nose poured, and world started to spin. The owner came sprinting out with a baseball bat along with Jaxon's mother and he collapsed to the floor leaning up against the car. Still barely conscious, Jaxon saw the weapon and wrenched it out of the mans lotiony hands with ease. It flew through the air and stabbed three inched away from Jaxon straight into the game valve. 

From then on everything was a blur. Jaxon somehow got up and stubbled off into one of the neighbors bushes and passed out from over exhaustion. He was never found by the cops but somehow Bellefonte found him and hospitalized him back in Montana. It took him a few weeks to recover and as soon a he did they threw him in with an anger management consoler, extra training, and an extra heavy eye on watch. 

Since out of the hospital, somehow, Jaxon's slightly shows progress. He has started responding to therapy and making progress with what Bellefonte was doing. The Bellefonte staff has convinced him to start and take his general education courses at the local college. Since recently come to terms with his mother's situation, Jax has finally decided to make Kalispell his new home. He just figured, it might as well be, he has no where else to go anyways. But now, he has to join society and start over. This will be fun.


SAMPLE:
Isaac rose from his bed.
Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up and stretched his scrawny arms. Most of his body was like this. He had little
to no upper body strength, or any kind of muscularity. It wasn’t that he couldn’t build his muscle it was just he had
never seen the point. To him if you weren’t fat you were healthy.

As the boy rose out of bed his boney feet pressed against the cold wooden floors in his room. A slight chill ran over his body as he stood, for he was only in his under garments. Still half asleep he stumbled to the bathroom. Flicking on the lights he squinted his eyes hoping they would adjust to the brightness. He didn’t deal with pain well even the slightest of it. There wasn’t much pain in the Capitol and that made most citizens weak and frail.

Once his eyes adjusted he turned the shower nob and flinched as the water shot out. Little thing like that always took him by surprise. He liked to be in control of all his surrounding and any sudden actions or movements startled and quite frankly annoyed him.

Too tired to make too big of a fuss, he slipped of his garments and stepped in. Showers were his favorite. He’d often taken for than two each day. Isaac has a busy life he always has somewhere to be or thing to do. A shower calmed him. It called his busy mind and the warm water let him relax.

After an hour of rinsing in the warm water Isaac’s skin began to prune. He turned the shower off and took a towel off the nearby hanger. Wrapping it around his waist he carefully stepped out trying not to slip. Once the boy was dried he dressed himself into a fancy suit like always and took a look in the mirror. He examined himself slowly. He pointlessly tried to tame his dirty blonde hair. It would never stay styled so he let it do whatever it wanted. Some days it would be spiked, or messily sticking up and down at random, others it would just lay straight down across his forehead.

After he got tired of fooling with it he wiped the goop from underneath his light sea green eyes. Isaac never wore any makeup or wore and special collared contacts, it felt unnatural and irritation to his body.

Isaac then took a look at his upper lip. He smirked at the sight that the mustache he had been growing for about six months was barely some overgrown peach fuzz. Satisfied with his appearance. He stepped out side his apartment and asked the Avox to call his private worker that escorted him wherever he needed to go.
When the man arrived he asked Isaac, “Where to today Mr. Voltair?”
Isaac gave him a smirk. “I’m feeling lucky today Fred. Take me to the casino.” There were many casinos and thing in the Capitol but Isaac’s employee knew exactly which one to go to.

USERNAME: Rook.

AGE GROUP:  Adult.

EXPERIENCE: Since High-School.

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? A Relative Suggested That I Join. 

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