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Jaxon Thomas Gabriel Iscariot
Nicknames: Jax, Jack, Train, Gabe, Chariot, et cetera.
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Biromantic Homosexual
DoB: July 20th
PoB: Manchester, United Kingdom
Nationality: British. Definitely British.
Ethnicity: From what he’s been told, he is a unique mix of English, Czech, Hispanic, and Middle Eastern.
If he had to classify himself, he would say he was descendant of white origin.
Height: 5'12"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Appearance: Jaxon has messy, lightly-shaded hair in which being unstyled is the primary style. It's not uncommon to see the boy's hair sticking up in multiple places, though oddly, even considering those, it also seems to like hanging down over his eyes, in the form of random bits of hair combing themselves down rather than one continuous wave over his forehead like others seem to sport. He debates whether the colour is light brown or dirty blonde, and usually doesn't correct anyone if they say one or the other as he can't really decide himself. His eyes are also... interesting, to say the least. His eyes are apt to be of a darker shade in artificial or dimmed light, bordering a cerulean - indigo colour, but in sunlight and certain natural-light emulators the shade lightens to a near turquoise. He just says his eyes are blue, which helps. He is relatively robust and lean, having developed a routine over the years of running at least twice every week, and can boast that he's not broken this record for as long as he can remember - keyword being remember - and while maturity has done a developmental number on him he clocks in as lightly muscled, though invariably more so due to his frequent running exercises.
Personality:
Jaxon is a fun-loving extrovert to the very core of his being; people-oriented and outgoing, his tendency to socialise and ability to connect and relate on several levels to others allows him to quickly make and retain friendships. While it may be his social magnetism in which people are drawn to him originally, a basic underlying friendliness and his willingness to listen to his fellow human beings is what keeps them within close proximity to Jaxon; his interest in serving others and his purely-emotional nature instead of engaging in superfluous mannerisms inexplicably binds him with the rest of humanity, and that is exactly where he wants to be. He has no complaints. Jaxon is an open book into which he absorbs other people's emotional psyches and draws them into its blank pages with permanent ink - he's so insanely skilled at shoving aside his own feelings to make room for that of others, that he loses track of his own. He also has a way of covertly getting what he wants through seemingly small talk, having attuned himself to the flow of words and sentence structure, and has more or less mastered the art of persuasion and diplomacy due to this - and has a pension for making people open up and feel comfortable in their skin whilst around him. He often finds it hard to differentiate between his emotions and those of external origin; being so, he is gullible and easily manipulated due to his tendency to believe the best of everyone he meets. However, no matter what faces him, he somehow always finds the time to help another person, get those entangled within his far-reaching influence included, to have fun and enjoy life in the moment. In Jaxon, there is a sweet, lovable boy interested in the well-being of others over his own, and who will devote his undying loyalty to the few he sincerely trusts.
But on the outside, his endless layers of personality may seem somewhat... diluted, almost superficial. He has a tough exterior persona, one that can take a lot of crap and still move on without lingering on the situation at hand, whereas internally he's struggling to recover from whatever was said that wounded his sensitive emotions. Even so, he considers other people a defence mechanism - he can hold multiple other people's emotions and drown himself in those instead of focusing on his own, which is why he prefers collaborative settings instead of individual ones where he has time to think and sulk - hence why group projects are right up the alley for someone like him. It's a downward spiral, one he caused. If he's completely honest with himself, one of the reasons why he bottles external emotions up inside of himself is because he wishes he wasn't himself - that he was someone else, and that mirroring the feelings of someone else would somehow change him. And it never has, and it never will, but he keeps trying with an almost childlike hope. His insecurities are so developed that they are raging under the surface at all times, ready to up and smack him in the face with a dose of reality at all times, and so he acts if he isn't affected by anything, fears nothing - but only those he opens up to will realise how damaged he really is, and how much of a codependency he's built up over years and years of being the one depended on.
Strengths:
Making friends
Listening
Long-range weaponry
Collaborative endeavours
Weaknesses:
Developed deception - he seems to want to see the best in everyone
Bottling his emotion - he doesn't want anyone else to experience the intensity that he does
Mood swings - just a little bit more frequent and pronounced than considered normal
Likes:
Music
Cats
Sushi
Talking
Soda
Coffee
DIslikes:
Arrogance
Homophobia
Inconsideracy
Entitlement
Habits / Quirks:
He runs his hands through his hair a lot.
He tends to zone out quite frequently.
He often loses his train of thought when speaking.
He often chooses to listen to music when he doesn't want to talk.
Fears:
Being left behind and / or forgotten.
His past.
His father.
Biography:
Born on July 20th, Jaxon was quiet. Uncannily so, nearly to a point where his parents were worried. But eventually, they figured out that it was mostly due to a desire for independence. As a baby, he rarely cried, instead depriving himself of everything that it was he required instead of show weakness. And so he grew up in this manner, allowing himself to be hurt, neglected, and eventually bullied because of his tendency to become a punching bag for anyone who needed or wanted it, a sponge to soak up his environment and hold it in until he squeezed it out, to absorb something else right back up again. It started with the occasional backwards remark, the light push here and there - he quickly accustomed to those, choosing to hold his silence through it. If it was something he could handle on his own, then why draw even more attention to himself for a resolvable issue? But then - ostensibly - push turned to shove, and the acts against him morphed into something else, worsening the more he allowed it to happen, from verbal exclusion to verbal abuse to physical altercations to... well, he doesn't talk about what happened after that, though his die-hard Christian father attributed his son's homosexuality to these unsaid events and shunned him as much as his mother would allow without giving him a lashing of words. He hated it - hated himself - never showed that he hated himself - instead continuing through life with a straight face, never making so much as a sound of complaint when he could help it; growing to hate his father, and becoming without a doubt attached to his mother, who tirelessly worked to protect him from his father, who had indulged in one binge night of alcohol after his son came out to him and who couldn't seem to stop in the days, weeks, months afterwards, and in which his alcohol-induced stupor brought out a tendency for violence which shone through his normally-civil exterior with a terrifying clarity, though he would never dare touch his beloved wife.
Other:
He plays violin, but doesn't want to conform to the classical value of the instrument. He sees the violin as a multi-genre musical apparatus, and doesn't like classical much. And yes, he does envy Lindsey Stirling.
He loves any and all types of energy drinks, though after a long few years of ingesting them, the effects of caffeine have lessened on him. Coffee in particular, doesn't make him crash anymore, just feel a bit confused and slightly drowsy.
When he's hurt, if he doesn't want you to realise, you will likely never know.
He loves music - preferably of the more modern types.
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