Jun 25, 2021 18:57:10 GMT -6
 jackson hoar tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance Carved from a line of tall, semi-broad shouldered men, Jackson reaches an impressive height of 6’1”. This combined with his career in defense and law enforcement efforts has made him a man of composure. Reasonable amounts of muscle covers Jackson’s body, from limbs to a flat, chiselled stomach. Despite his impressive muscle composure, Jackson’s frame proved narrowly lean enough to hide beneath looser fitting clothes. The sculpted nature of his build is only noticeable in moments of undress or should tighter attire be chosen. Across Jackson’s body is a fair complexion frequently bundled under darker clothing. Alas, nothing is unmarked across his fair skin. Across his body are many scars from years of service. A man not unbeknownst, his scars have faded with time, but nonetheless have no intentions of fading. Relatively defined facial features build the general composure of Jackson’s countenance. Well drawn, high positioned cheekbones lead down into lean cheeks and a strong jawline. Proportionate to Jackson’s face is a nose with a subtle upturn and a lack of obscene weight to it. Below are a pair of thin, fair lips that lack any notable presence across his countenance. From his head flows dark locks of hair styled in a side sweep fashion. This results in the right side appearing longer and narrowly dipping into his right eye. Slender brows cross the tops of his eyes, each being dark and defined against his fair-skinned face. The striking feature of Jackson’s appearance are his dark eyes, seeming void of emotion and hard and guarded as stone itself. Their colour is an intense, dark brown with grey undertones. Though, when his abilities are being used, Jackson’s eyes are known to alter in colour, becoming an intense, bright yellow. A contrast between the darkness his eyes regularly contain. Attire for Jackson consists of darker colours and unremarkable styles. He tends to pick plain pieces, from simple shirts, jackets and shoes to maintain an inconspicuous front. This being said, it is noticeable that Jackson dresses in a manner considered semi-professional. While not wearing anything overly flamboyant, he prefers tidier pieces with a refined style. His clothing is fitting, nothing too loose or tight with proportionate sizes. Another noticeable trait is Jackson often wears clothing that covers his body. He is not a fan of t-shirts or shorts and frequently opts to avoid them. personality
abilities Fire Manipulation -- Advanced The ability to control and manipulate fire, allowing the user to move flames and change the temperature of the flames. The flashing ability of manipulating the will of flames is not favoured by Jack. The brilliant displays often attract attention, thus, despite being trained he keeps his usage of the ability limited. His fire manipulation regularly gets used for practical purposes, such as lighting candles or his cigarettes. This being said, Jack has kept the ability studied for combat purposes, allowing him to use his fire manipulation instinctually because of his skill. In combat, Jack used flames to make tall walls or for passive hazards to keep himself safe and his enemies at bay. He is capable of smoothly moving flames, allowing him to make fire balls and accomplish coordinated attacks. On the more notable side of capabilities, Jack has been known to cover himself in flames in order to escape areas since it can operate as a defensive play. Fire has its weaknesses, water being the primary ailment to Jack’s ability. Water can easily diminish the power of his flames making them wither and extinguished. Damp locations can also prove to be a poor place of cultivation for the ability and can lead to it weakening. While he is capable of creating his own flames, taking from an existent force takes a lot less energy for Jackson. Darkness Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to control and manipulate darkness, allowing the user to use shadows and constructs of darkness to their advantage. An ability of stealth, darkness manipulation quickly became Jack’s favoured ability alongside his sword and shield. Fluently, Jackson is capable of manipulating the flow of darkness, allowing him to create weapons and shields. Weapons can consist of darkness forged swords or knives, discs or even long points designed to do damage to his opponent. These tactics can change because of Jack’s mastery in the subject of manipulating darkness, making things such as large-form manipulation possible. On the defensive scales, Jackson is plenty capable of creating thick fogs and barriers to keep himself safe or hidden from sight. Covering himself in shadows is an easy accomplishment, allowing him to disguise himself in the darkness around him. Darkness can be weakened in the light, the brightness of day or other light sources dampening the powers of Jackson’s darkness manipulation. In these circumstances where Jack is forced to create darkness, it can take more of his energy than merely manipulating it from an existent source. Additionally, hiding himself in shadows does not mean transparency, this means should a flashlight or something similar light the area, the pattern of darkness will be noticed as sheer and different, making it not guaranteed. Large-form manipulation tends to tire Jackson out the most because of the amount of darkness he is controlling. This furthermore, requires a lot of control and breaking focus can lead to mistakes in the manipulation. Similar would happen with more complex circumstances of manipulation. Hexes -- Mastered The ability to use chalk and/or blood to access a different type of magic. The many useful accomplishments of hexes inspired Jackson to take extensive time educating himself. He worked for months in order to learn everything related to it. Regularly, Jackson uses chalk, only resorting to blood in emergency situations or when it is required for the hex. Depending on the hex, it may tire Jackson out because he spent more time on some hexes than others. Summoning -- Advanced Possession -- Advanced The ability to control and manipulate the actions of others through influencing their actions and asserting control. Despite the amoral implications of possession, Jackson has discovered a treasure trove of uses for the ability on his quest of defense and information. Oftentimes, Jack’s possession is used as a defense and will take a brief, few seconds long hold to cease an action or infiltrate one’s mind with hesitance. This has protected him from attacks before and allows him to narrowly avoid another’s blow. Additionally, using a weaker willed individual to gain access to secured areas has, under multiple occasions, saved his life and allowed him to access crucial information. When someone is under Jack’s control, it is considered a heavy influence rather than complete control. The more strong willed the individual, the higher chances the individual has of breaking free of those mental binds and going against Jack’s wishes. Additionally, the ability prays on likelihood, if someone vehemently does not wish to accomplish a particular action, fighting Jack’s control can be accomplished, whereas, if they harbour wishes to accomplish a particular action, it is more difficult to resist. Even when granted control of another individual, Jack requires extreme focus to accomplish. This results in Jack’s physical actions when controlling another being immensely limited. He is capable of walking alongside them and doing minimal movements, however, actions requiring fast reflexes or a hasty escape makes it near impossible. Due to the amount of focus Jack is required to place into possessing another individual, he is entirely unable to use his other abilities. Naturals: Enhanced Endurance, Fire Immunity, Immortality backstory Trigger Warnings: Mentioning of Heavy Drug Use, Murder, Violence Born when hoarfrost clung to hanging branches at the height of his parents’ success, the first breaths of life suggested a fanciful world for young Jackson Hoar. Brought into the world by Kristen Hoar and conceived with the assistance of Killian Hoar, the child’s life was promising. Both parents were prominent in the world of business with the holding of a successful company capable of reigning in funds beyond one’s imagination. Always, the pair craved the opportunity to raise a child, an individual to grow, learn and carry on the powerful legacy of the Hoar Family. The jaded eyes of his mother portrayed a weary happiness and the soft sparkle evident in the darkened hues of his father proved everything well. The opportunity finally arrived to raise their dearest child, to lift him up beyond the realm of stars and assist with the carving of a magnificent future. Unfortunately, the notion of a happy family unit would be as short lived as the morning frost on a sunny winter’s day. Meagre years of jubilee painted the walls of Jackson Hoar’s childhood. Times of laughter exchanged in common as connections between son and parent manifested in the two years of life lived. Everything refreshed him, from the childish games played on cozy winters eves and hot summer days to the stories told when the stars arrived to play. Those two years were the times he remembered being his happiness. Narrowly, he could recall observing his mother’s knitting habits to relax or the appreciation in his father’s eyes when he left childish drawings on his desk. It was a blissful two years of wonderment in a world riddled with tragedy from the rampage of Zeredah and her war against the world. Home was an elysium, magnificent and paradisiacal in every right. Everywhere around them was beauty, however, they would be staring at glass walls painted over to hide their fragility. While the photographs painted over the smooth materials were stunning, cracks in the foundations were inevitable. The first stones cast as revelations of a darker world took hold. Across those magnificent glass walls arrived the initial cracks as the Hoar Family began their descent into the darkest reaches. Hefted unto the shoulders of his parents was the weighty responsibility of performing in meetings and expanding their business and funds. Already, his parents were intense smokers, however, as the stress grew in unbearableness, their craving for relief altered their perception of the world. Hidden from Jackson’s world in his youth was the festering of a nasty addiction that claimed his parents’ minds and body. It began in subtle ways, a boost of extra energy or a mellowed calm. At first, nothing was alarming as a portion of the budget was allocated to the obtaining of leisurely “medicines” and alcohol. The family atmosphere was maintained and appreciated with the occasional disinterest in previous activities. The initial cracks were covered in glitter and gold to hide the ugly truth with a coat of beauty. Plastered on were the bedazzling blinders to keep people away and avoid discovery of what would become an unravelling. Irrational behaviour arrived as a symptom of their sips of poison. Both of Jackson’s parents became less interested in divulging time into the child they claimed to care about. It would result in Jack, at age 7, being forced to grow up before he possessed the chance to live as a child. On the daily, he discovered the messes his parents left behind with bottles and trash spread across the floors and his parents almost catatonic. From the beginning, Jackson was taught to clean up after himself and it transformed into cleaning up after his parents. His eyes would regularly view the peculiar pieces related to the monster claiming his parents. There were metallic sticks with traces of blood and odd liquids. There was powder residue that covered the living room table alongside various items coated in it. His parents always told him to never touch and as a child, Jackson struggled to understand what was happening. Instead, he went along with what he was capable of. He would pick up cans that stank of a bitter scent, placing them all into a bag as later instructed. The young boy wanted to help his parents for everything they provided for him, they meant the world to him. Around the age of 10, Jackson’s parents were forced to file to bankruptcy and were cast into the depths of disgrace. In the beginning, the pair attempted to balance themselves, each beginning to work whatever jobs they could find. In the end, it appeared they could maintain little in their possession. Their lack of funds summoned the distressing circumstance of being forced to move, the family forced to sell their possessions and move into a significantly smaller home. He remembered losing items with his toy collection growing a tad smaller alongside his room upon the move. There was no more business where people smiled and laughed happily nor were there the sprawling yards where he could spend many days. Hallways grew closed off and cramped, his room being a tiny space of his own and their yard brimming with high grass and weeds. Yard work was rarely accomplished and the house was frequently kept in a messy condition. Desperately, his parents tried to survive, the pair trading off jobs on the regular and oftentimes being fired for attendance. For several years, the pair was surviving off of the scraps of what they could receive. He would be 13 observing his parents withering away and struggling to survive. The pair, despite the addiction haunting their lives, proceeded to care about him. Among the first mouths fed, Jack was always provided assistance when required. His clothes were used alongside the school supplies with certain exceptions being made. A frown played across Jackson’s lips whenever he observed his suffering parents. Despite the drug usage, Jackson valued everything about his parents and rather than laying low and getting out, the young man began taking jobs where he could. Money was a necessity and Jack learned the concept in his childhood. There was no life outside the world Jack created for himself at a young age. He would go to school, working extensively hard to assure he would possess barely an ounce of homework before heading to work. Chatter outside his family was limited, with a majority of Jack’s friends discovering time for activities was nonexistent. When Jack was not working, the young man was studying or hastily going about his homework. Throughout the day he worked for his pay and in hopes of scrounging up tips from the locals. Everything adults accomplished was being accomplished by Jack at the vulnerable age of 13, including shopping for groceries and clothes. Desperately the child clung to dreams of his parents eliminating the darkness from their lives. The notion of toxic demons being cast aside into the trash without a second thought to their actions. The glorious concept of freedom from the darkness of their lives kept Jackson living on, the young man trudging through and praying he could get by. He gathered whatever funds he could scrounge up to assist his parents. Work took up a majority of Jack’s life with the small portions of freedom being used for schoolwork and studying. Narrowly, the child was barely managing to keep his grades above average, however, with a limited amount of time to invest in his education, he never had extremely well-off grades. As Jack played parent to the people supposedly responsible for raising him, he underwent many changes. On the daily, Jackson listened as his parents would invite their friends over. The loud rambunctious nature of their friends as they made messes and broke the furniture would always bother Jack. Nothing could be accomplished to cease their reckless actions and if the young man appeared concerned and bothered, they only played upon it. Survival instincts told him to stop, to stop feeling the emotions that caused him burdens whenever his parent’s friends arrived to cause him problems... The stress hefted onto Jack to critical points, and eventually, he accomplished his own amoral doings. By age 16, Jack divulged a portion of his funds purchasing cigarettes to ease off the intense stress plaguing him. The young man believed it an alternative to the intoxicated concoctions strewn across the kitchen table. Thus, the starting of an unhealthy habit continued in his youth with Jack struggling to get everything they required. Despite the expense, he could not resist the temptation of a cigarette because of the easement it summoned for the young man. He became dependent on the death sticks to provide a calmness to the edge of his parents’ lifestyle. Over time, Jackson became emotionally crippled from his circumstance. He never allowed anything to show and transformed into a phlegmatic young man seemingly incapable of emoting. The expressions rarely befell him, from subtle smiles to exhibitions of anger. The entirety of his emotional pallet was muted because of the circumstances that cultivated the young Jackson Hoar through the years of his life. There was no longer the light-hearted and benevolent child people regularly witnessed smiling was reduced to an emotionally grey slate. Options were limited and the only method of survival was to never feel anything that could potentially hurt him. There would be time for emotions when his parents eventually restored and they could all be a happy family again. The arrival of graduation was a quiet time for Jack. Everything was set with people walking across the podium, however, Jack would never join the main festivities. Quietly, the young man had requested to come pick up his diploma at a later date. The festivities of prom and graduating was nothing he wished to participate in since he lacked the watching eyes of proud parents. The event appeared worthless if he could not celebrate it with the people who raised him in his youth, Jack wanted no part of it. While part of him had been expected to grow up quickly in his childhood, the young man continued his heavy attachment to his parents. The moment he returned home with the parchment declaring his success in high school, he found the regular scene again. His parents passed out in the living room, one on the couch, the other on the floor with cans of beer strewn about and Hell’s concoctions across the table. A special day meant nothing and shortly, Jack went about the regular, cleaning up his parents’ messes as they slept in their intoxicated stupor. It was his duty to care for them no matter what the circumstances presented him with. No matter how horrible their situation grew, Jackson was determined to clean up and ride out for the thoughts of glorious days ahead. Fresh from school, Jackson continued his place in the workforce without a second thought. The future in Jack’s mind consisted of assuring the life of his parents rather than building himself up for future endeavours. Aspirations and goals were non-existent in the emotionally repressed youth. Desires and wants, they all consisted of endless hopes that his parents would survive their turmoil and rise from the ashes, brilliant and shining brighter than any phoenix. Endless amounts of time was devoted into anything they needed; a servant by blood alone. Every screaming argument and shattering bottle was blocked out as memories of better times flooded his mind. They would survive, they would persevere and reach the beautiful, golden light glittering at the end of the vantablack tunnel around them. Despite the weight hefted onto Jackson’s shoulders, he knew everything would alter itself and recover from the problematic happenings. For several years, Jackson worked endlessly to support himself and his parents in desperate hope of assisting them in surviving. Hours of overtime, multiple jobs, Jackson accomplished everything he could to persevere through the rough circumstance. Alas, the paradise dreamed never arrived and rather would be coated with red that would ruin everything he desired. Twenty-five and overworked, Jackson Hoar had returned home, narrowly enough money to pay for rent, groceries, clothes and any possible repairs their home required. He would leave the warmth of his vehicle and enter the cold of a winter’s day. Against the crisp snow his boots crunched as he wearily dragged himself up the stairs of the porch and entered their tiny trailer park home. Upon opening the door, the scent of booze smacked into his nose on that day. The suffocating silence made the young man believe his parents passed out again. Alas, a single flicking of the lightswitch revealed the Hell served to Jackson Hoar. Upon the reveal of the lights, his dark eyes witnessed the horrorshow before him. On the living room floor laying on the reddened carpet were two bodies, each riddled with bullet holes and a household robbed of everything. He remembered standing, stationary, his eyes wide as the subtle rolling of tears trickling down his cheeks. Everything in a single motion was taken away from him, his future, his hopes and his dreams all tragically devoured by the monstrous scene exhibited before his eyes. With shaky hands and words, Jackson pulled away, calling the police in a worried panic and waiting out in the cold. The police would discover the son of Kristen and Killian Hoar standing outside on the porch, a cigarette between his trembling fingers. Through his lips parted shaky breaths from shock over the entire situation. A confused young man who arrived home to discover both his parents deceased on the floor. The police would ask about everything, from the drug residue to the notion of weapons inside the house. Jackson would inevitably claim they had no firearms and the drugs belonged to his parents, and thus began the long story. He told the RCMP how his parents were addicts and he provided for the household while hoping they would eventually clean themselves up. There were potential motivations there, from beliefs of Jackson being sick of his parents’ drug use to wanting money to make up for everything his parents pawned in his absence for more drugs. However, given the scene expressed symptoms of a robbery and Jackson possessed a solid alibi via cameras at his workplace, nobody could say without any uncertainty that he accomplished the crime. Inside the household were traces of DNA that was not in any systems accessible by law enforcement. There was nothing to find the perpetrator of the horrific crime. Despite the severe lack of evidence, there were people who believed Jackson hired hitmen to kill his parents while others believed the police report about it being motivated by drugs and money. The young demon gave as much information as possible to the police, but nothing came of it. Months later, Jackson in desperation to escape everything that happened would sign up for the military. Emotions suffocated him and the young man craved the opportunity for distance from the horror show of a life he had. Quickly, Jackson built himself up, becoming stronger and more capable the longer he underwent training. He spent hours pouring himself into the notion of combat, his past traumas never hindering his capabilities. He devoted himself to everything involved in the military and travelled to many places for a handful of years. He eventually became a trusted officer given the task of undercover work. The man witnessed many things having crawled through enemy lines and the criminal underbelly of varying locations. He wrote reports, gathered information and assisted others through his capabilities as an officer. Yet, despite his achievements as an officer, a question began festering inside the accomplished man as thoughts swirled inside him. Over time, the demon began wondering what happened to his parents and who committed the atrocity. Every mission was a reminder of how everything unfolded in his unfortunate life. Through the years, the wishes for answers only boiled more, and despite decades of success and achievement, Jackson had a new mission fueled by mind and heart. When he returned to his country with tokens and friends from his missions through the decades, Jackson explained how he wished to return to Lorsette, his home city. He informed them he had unfinished business and a slew of questions that required answering. In the end, the individual supervising him provided an offer. Due to his wishes to return home and his capabilities in the field of undercover operations, Jackson was given the chance to work thwarting Lorsette’s dark criminal underbelly. The offer was everything Jackson needed, the working tools to find the killer of his parents and bring them to justice without endless antics. Thus, with a burning question blazing inside Jackson’s heart, he agreed to the task. Months later, Jackson returned to Lorsette, working through the course of a year to infiltrate the crime world in Lorsette in hopes of discovering all its secrets. misc Likes: Cigarettes, hard liquor, home-cooked meals, sunny days, dark colours, thick jackets, campfires, spearmint gum, cats, sunglasses, sour candy, reading, dark chocolate, flowers, rain, travelling Dislikes: Hard drugs, revealing clothing, jewelry, crime, dogs, snowstorms, skiing, saucey foods, unnecessary violence, sickeningly sweet treats, medical drugs, partying, crowded places, being rushed, greed Fears: Becoming emotionally damaged, loss, becoming addicted - A majority of the time, Jackson goes by the nickname Jack. - Since he was 16, Jack has been a heavy smoker. There are times where he has smoked multiple times a day. He especially gets cravings when under intense stress, after having alcohol and when he first wakes up. - He has a small black cat named Charlie that was seized from a previous mission. Jack had offered to take Charlie while he underwent monitoring to maintain the cat’s mood and health. At the end of the monitoring, it was concluded the cat had a skin condition brought on by a curse. Due to the curse, Charlie does have immortality, but suffers the symptoms of his skin condition. This has led to him having patchy skin and requiring medication, ultimately making him a special needs cat, however, Jack has always enjoyed caring for Charlie. Due to Jack’s job, Charlie has travelled to multiple locations with Jack. As of now, Jack considers Charlie his only true family. - Due to his extensive travels and the requirements with those journeys, Jack knows multiple languages including and not limited to: sign language, Spanish, French, Japanese, Russian, German, Mandarin Chinese, Hindi, Arabic and Latin. - He learned Latin for defensive purposes in order to understand the magic being used by warlocks/witches and avoid possible injury from knowing the spoken commands. - Jack has a relatively high alcohol tolerance. It is extremely difficult for him to get drunk which oftentimes leads to him being slightly buzzed. - Despite disliking jewelry, Jack wears a nondescript silver band around his finger that is specially charmed to regulate body temperature and obscure the status of his soul. - As of now, he uses a fake name and altered appearance. The name used is Jack Florence for the purpose of consistency and his appearance is changed minimally. His appearance in the operation consists of light brown hair, round glasses and sharper features brought on by a disguise hex. This does not change his voice. | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME chibi magician ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 9 years ☆ TIMEZONE central ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE twenty-two ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS My Who’s Who ☆ FACE CLAIM OMNISCIENT READER’S VIEWPOINT, Yoo Jonghyuk ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO CHIBI MAGICIAN. DO NOT STEAL. |
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