SALES, jackson.

[JACKSON SALES]

jacksonsuesales.
what's up, winterthorne? i'm RAVEN,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm EIGHTEEN years oldyoung.
i've only been roleplaying for SIX years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the ARTICULATE one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , jackson sue sales
nicknames , json, skankwaffle, timon, part of the a-team
age and year , nineteen, senior
sexual preference , bi
birthday , august fifteenth nineteen eighty-nine
species , demon
occupation , bartender?
powers , * Technopathy (ability to manipulate technology)
* Regeneration (no description needed, kthnx)
* Psionic blast (ability to overload anothers mind, causing pain, and sometimes death if maintained for any length of time.)
* Temporal duplication (ability to bring past and future versions of oneself to present.)

butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , five feet eleven inches
weight , one hundred and fifteen
tattoos and piercings , criss-cross action on his arms. his mothers name on his left arm.
best feature , skunk hair
general , Behind those hazel eyes. Or not, whatever, that was still a good song. His hair is black, except for a blond streak in the middle, running all the way down. Okay, yes, it can resemble a skunk, but never say it to his face. Jackson will not like to bury you along with all the other people who made that mistake. He loves to spike his hair, making the blond stand out, but most days, the demon is lazy and lets his hair do whatever. He stands at five feet eleven inches, weighing in at around one hundred and fifteen pounds. Yeah, sure, he lost a bunch of weight that landed him in the hospital. Whatever. He constantly wears sunglasses, aviators being his favorite. His clothing may or may not consist of black, black, and some more black. He loves hats, mainly hats you see those silly little boys that love to run around with spray paint cans drawing things onto trees and trash cans. And yes, he wears make-up, most days it’s eyeliner and mascara, but when he performs, he adds colorful eyes shadow. He always paints his nails funky colors sometimes. Usually, all the time. No wonder someone turned him bi.
playby , lukas rossi

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , girls, boys, parties, alcohol, bartending, texting, music, writing, being a bitch
dislikes , his middle name[at times], self-righteous bastards, lower-classmen, hospitals, buses, bees, the color salmon, probably you
strengths , loyal, caring (i mean, he gave away his best glasses to get his best friend back, c'mon), bubbly personality, pretty damn awesome at making drinks
weaknesses , judges people way too fast, is emo a lot, cannot die, wants to die
fears , never falling in love, blowing something up, killing someone close to him, failure, bees
quirks , he likes to dance around when he gets bored, he sings, he plays guitar, he loves to sing and play guitar, he is constantly drumming his fingers on things, can talk his way out of anything
secrets , he’s a half-breed, terrified of his father
general , One might think, being a demon and all, poor Jackson would be a mean soul, looking to torment everyone. Well, he only like to torment the underclassmen, and he’s not all the mean, just to people he doesn’t like. It comes from his father, you know, because the asshole tried to kill him because his son is more powerful than him. Ouch. His attire that consists of mainly black may scare some, and the makeup does tend to turn head, but who cares? Although he looks intimidating, he’s really a loving and caring kind of guy. Hell, giving fate your most cherished pair of sunglasses just to have your best friend brought back to life is sure to show some character, correct? Most certainly! He is bubbly, always looking to put a smile on someone’s face by performing any random action he can. He is a goofball, which accounts to many friends around school. He is also a ladies man, and he loves to charm, even teachers, which shows in his perfect grades. Sure, he tries in class. He is smart, but a little flirting never hurt anyone, right? Not to mention, he may be emo from time to time, but that has to do with the fact that he still may have some under cover feelings for his best friend. Seeing said best friend and his boyfriend together does not help. And the fact he dated said best friends younger sister. Makes for a rough patch in ones life. Then there was that whole starvation thing, which landed him in the hospital. The, who knows. Jackson has this grand-master plan to rid the earth of his father, but to no avail. All Jackson knows is that he cannot do it alone. That is what friend are for!

idon'tcarewhatyouthink.
( aslongasit'saboutme! )

favorite cereal , brown sugar coated frosted mini-wheats
deal or no deal , NO FUCKING DEAL
if confronted by the living dead , text Ezra, take pictures, laugh

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Chicago, Illinois
family , Father - Edward Riley Sales (wizard)
Mother - Gianna Amelia Sales (demon) [dead]
Sister - Cadence Savannah Sales (demon, age seventeen)
pets , Thor. best dog evar.

best memory , falling in love with his best friend
worst memory , falling in love with his best friend
history , Jackson Sue Sales was born to a demon and a wizard, or Gianna and Edward Sales, on a late August afternnon, around four twelve. His mother, a demon, because she sold her soul to the devil in order to save her parents, and his father, a wizard, just like his parents before him. They named him Jackson, for their love of Johnny Cash, and Sue, well, for the same reason. It was their first child, and the new parents were nervous, because of their species, the didn’t know how their child would turn out. To their surprise, he was perfect. Five years later, they had a girl, Cadence. For years, life was perfect.

When Jackson turned nine, his life changed. He began to demonstrate powers, to his parents’ surprise. His first power was regeneration, which was only spotted because he accidentally stuck his hand down the garbage disposal. It hurt like hell, but not five minutes later, his mangled fingers were totally regrown. His mother hugged him, happy, yet scared. The next power came since months later, in the form on technopathy. He was cleaning the TV, and wished music would come on, and suddenly, it did. Shocked, he called for his mother, who again, was shocked, yet happy for her son.

At age fourteen, he came to Winterthorne. It was a scary year, because he discovered two more powers, one that could kill someone, and one that was just plain odd. His first three years were filled with drama, flirting, arguments, and typical teenage behavior. Now, it’s his senior year. Drama occurred while at home. Ezra had wanted to go to some kids party, jumping up and down that the BEST people were going to be there. Something didn't feel right, not about the party, but in his house. Jackson shooed his best friend away, making him promise to call him when he became too drunk to teleport (because honestly, a drunk teenager teleporting rarely results in anything good. Past experiences, folks).

Instead, Jackson sat in his room, reading, when the voices of his parents were raised to above normal averages. Without opening the door, he sat, listening to his father scream to his mother that he was a walking failure, and would never amount to anything in life. His mother, in tears, screamed that it was false, knowing that her baby boy would grow up to be the man his father could never be. Sure, his father was a cop, and well respected, but he never followed his dreams. He took the easy way out, while his mother watched from the sidelines, picking up the pieces of the shattered dreams strewn about during their marriage.

The yelling became so intense, and suddenly so quiet, Jackson ran downstairs, watching his father hold a gun to his mothers head as tears poured down her face. The evil grin on his twisted Jackson's stomach, the hand in his pocket relaying information from his brain to send a text to Ezra to get there, ASAP.

Of course, it was never soon enough. His father, menacing grin and all, shot his mom in the head before shooting his own son. He didn't realize his son could heal, and the five minutes between him leaving and Ezra popping in were spent over his mother, cradling her body close. The tears never came though. Not until Ezra came, not saying a word, and picked Jackson up, taking him far away from the bloody ordeal. Only then, when he realized he was safe did he shed tears into Ezra's shirt. He was held for hours, the only noise made was Jackson's hiccuped-crying induced breathing. Now, Jackson has vowed to kill him, but the two encounters after the fact left him in the hospital for six months. Help?

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password , no password here lol.
sample post ,

All that time in the hospital, with nothing but four white, padded walls could quite possibly make you go crazy. Or, it could give you time to think. Jackson chose the latter, spending twenty-two hours a day, (the other two spent with a psychiatrist and being watched to make sure he ate) curled up on his bed, eyes either open or closed, and simply thought. He thought of everything, from the father who deserved a long and painful death, to the mother who had her life cut short, and to his sister, whom he did not know where she was, but hoped to whatever that she was safe. He thought of all his friends, especially the ones he made in the hospital, who were only nurses, thank you. Jackson typically did not make friends with crazy people.

Except Ezra. He was not certified crazy, so that did not count. For a good nineteen hours a day, it was all Jackson could think about. He couldn't do the math in his head, but he was sure that was a lot of time. He thought about everything, which was everything to Jackson. The ups, the downs, the killing, the saving, the hurting, the healing, the shopping, the stealing, the vacations where it was just the two of them, a beach, food, and sun, and that was all they needed. Back when there was no one else to stop them, back when feelings Jackson felt were just that of nothing, where simply being with Ezra meant having his best friend along with him to experience life.

Except now, things were different. Sure, Jackson still looked at his best friend and saw exactly that, but having all that time away made him see more. It made him see what he could not have, not in this lifetime anyway. The only reason he got locked up was because of his best friend. That time made him think, and he realized that he couldn't live without Ezra. Ever. Ezra was like his brother, and you cannot just wake up one day and proclaim you are in love with your brother. People will look at you weird, and it's not cool. Trust Jackson, he has experience in that field.

So where does that leave them? Broken? Mending? He could feel Ezra's heart beat faster, his breathing change slightly as he spoke forbidden words kept inside for a year. This point in time would be good if he could both read minds. And in fact, there was a time where they could, but that was a fucked up time, and Jackson doubt they could ever get that connection back again. His heart broke a little at the thought. "How is that not true?" he questioned. "You never came!" he cried, piercing the silence through heartbreak. "Not once, Ezra, not one! I fucking went crazy, FUCKING LOONY, and not once did you even THINK to check on me!" His hands clenched into fits against Ezra's back, wanting to find some way to do damage, but not willing to put up an effort. "You left me all alone for an entire year," he said, much quieter than before. This time, a tear did escape, rushing down his cheek. "Do you know how much I want to hate you for that? Do you know how much I can't, though?" A sob wracked through his body, the frail thing starting to collapse to the ground.

This, folks, is how a heart breaks.

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