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jaxon wyatt lilion	Posted: Aug 28 2008, 04:47 PM { QUOTE }
FUCK OFF. Group: corbenic Posts: 16 Member No.: 53 Joined: 28-August 08	( jaxon wyatt lilion ) FUCK FUCK FUCK. ( SEE THE WORLD THROUGH EACH OTHER�S EYES ) NAME: Jordyn, but I go by Jaybird AGE: Eighteen GENDER: Female HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Ad hoppin' ROLEPLAYING LEVEL: Intermediate to Advanced, really. ( THE SUN IS FADING, THE RAIN IS COMING DOWN) CHARACTER�S NAME: "The name's Jaxon Wyatt Lilion. What a fuckin' mouthful. Why on emusich my parents blessed me with that moniker, I have no idea. Jaxon, okay. I mean, it's quite the original spelling, but that's fine. But Wyatt? What the fuck kinda name is that? My ma musta been drunk on some sort of strange alcohol. No one name's their kid Wyatt. But I've had it for nineteen years now, I might as well get used to it, right?" Jax's parents were hippies, go figure. And you know, his mother just might have been high when she gave birth to him. Would give alot of answers as to how and why Jax acts the way he does around people. So there's that answer. Any other questions about his name? NICKNAME/S: "Jax, Watt, Germ. Whatever, man. I'll answer to just about anything. It's not really a big deal. I've got other things to worry about, yeah?" Jax is his favorite name, to be honest, but he really will answer to anything. Germ is one of his least favorites, but it is the most often used. Two guesses why. DATE OF BIRTH AND AGE: "I was born on August 25, who knows what year. Lost track of that a while ago. Don't care. Not a big thing to me. I mean, I could figure it out in like two seconds, but that would a waste of time to me. I've got bigger and better things to be doing. Oh - and that means I'm nineteen. Almost twenty one. Can't wait for that." Jax is lying to you. He does know what year he was born, he's just refusing to tell you. He's like that sometimes. FUCK JAX - would you stop that? Sorry, he's messing with my asthma at the moment. Hang on. Okay. He's behaving himself now. Jax was born August 25, 1989. I don't know why he's being like this. I'll ask him later, once you've gone. PROFESSION/HOUSE: "Corbenic, cause I'm a mean bastard." SPECIAL POWER: "I've heard it called lots of things. And then I've heard it called two different things. But I guess the real scientific version is this: contagin and healing. I can make people sick, and then I can heal them... if I'm in a good mood, that is. I'm not all that great at the healing pmusic, so its something I gotta work on. The making sick pmusic is easier. All I have to do is be really angry at someone, and then they get sick... instantly. Scared the shit out of me when it first happened, but there wasn't anything I could do to control it. I had to think really hard about wanting them to get better for the person to jump back to good health." ( I SEE EVERYTHING THAT�S BEAUTIFUL ) PLAY-BY: Andrew McMahon HAIR: "Naturally its light brown, but I dye it a bunch of different colors. Lately its been really dark brown, bordering on black. It's short, but it has been as long as my chin before. I can't do that anymore. Too long. So I cut it short like a grade school boy's hair. Whatever, make fun of it...I don't give a shit. I don't think too much about my hair. I wash it every morning and be done with it." EYES: "Greeny-brown? Hazel. Yes, that. They are...eyes? I see out of them, which is good otherwise I'd have some problems playing the piano. I'm no Stevie Wonder or Ray Charles. What else do you want me to say here? I got nothin'." FACIAL FEATURES: "I have a face. YAY." BODY: I'm not all that tall, I guess I stand around five feet ten inches. I never had any hope for being tall though, both of my parents are itty bitty. Genetics fucking sucks sometimes. I mean I'd like to be around six foot three, but noooo...I get stuck looking up at everyone around here. Being short sucks. Don't you ever complain about being tall." Yeah, little Jax here is a short little guy. But don't think he won't or can't stick up for himself. He's spitfire, when you get right down to it. Just cause he's short doesn't mean he'll take shit from you. No, this boy knows how to defend himself. "I'm normal. I'm not a fatty, and I'm sure as hell not skinny as some of the guys round here. I can safely say that I do not fit into any size of girls jeans. And I do not want to, so its not that big of a deal. I'll go on buying my men's relaxed fit jeans and be perfectly happy about it. I especially like the dark wash jeans. Those are the best. But you asked about my weight. Oh well." Jax won't share. But to be honest, it's more likely that he doesn't know how much he weighs, instead of him not wanting to tell you. He doesn't keep track of it like most people. CLOTHES/MAKE-UP: "Normal shit, yeah? Like polos and dark wash jeans. Nothing too fantastic. Geez. I'm not fucking rich or anything like that." ( FAIRYTALE ROMANCES EVERY SINGLE DAY ) LIKES: lemon drops, reading a good book, nice clothing, being cold, dark places, rainy days, snuggling, getting into fights and winning, medical terms, hospitals, computers, checking his email and having a lot, playing piano, singing, looking out windows and seeing someone he knows, fireside snuggles, good music, expensive brand ice cream, being snarky, sugar, getting tattoos, riding on buses, watching old movies with shitty dialogue, making fun of people when they don't realize it, writing his own music, being rude when no one expects it, web cams DISLIKES: really hot steamy weather, cold showers, crappy drawings in comic books, movies that make fun of comic books, pistachio flavored anything, his natural hair color, people who make fun of his music style, stuck up people, long sleeved shirts, being alone, not being able to surf, girls who wear way too much makeup, having to walk outside when its steamy hot, watching movies alone MAIN STRENGTHS: making people sick, being rude and snarky when he doesn't get his way, writing music that is about love, healing himself not others, downing beer in a few seconds MAIN WEAKNESSES: healing people, being kind and understanding, a pretty girl, writing stuff about other things than love, a nice hot shower, anything remotely close to sugar FEARS: That his cancer will come back, and his power won't be able to do anything about it. He hasn't let any one know about his illness, so having it come back would mean a lot of explanations that he does not want to have to go through. Jax is actually terrified about this, cancer is scary, and doesn't ever want to have to deal with it again. AMBITIONS: to figure out why he's here, where he is and why the hell he can do what he can do OVERALL PERSONALITY: Do me a favor and envision some one who could care less about what you think, and then when you do tell them what you think, they basically slap you across the face with a dead ferret. Okay, now get rid of the dead ferret and imagine someone who absolutely hates anyone who thinks they know everything. Got it? Good. This is basically the basics of Jason Lilion. He�s not a kind person on the outside, not at all. He�s actually more of a big jerk when you get down to it. Jax, if you come up to him and tell him that you don�t like his shirt or something, he�ll get himself to your eye level, in whatever way he can. Jax will then give you a taste of what he can do to you. He�ll let you have a little cold, or maybe he�ll make your throat really sore...or if you�ve really pissed him off, he�ll give you a dash of horrible asthma. (You really don�t want that last one. It sucks. I would know. Asthma is fucking horrible.) Just don�t piss him off okay? And that�s easier said than done, because most everyone gets on his nerves. Jax has people issues. He�s never really trusted anyone, his whole life. His mother and his sister are the two people that he has always loved and trusted. They know his secrets, and damn right they aren�t going to share. There�s no way he would ever lose his trust in them. Now, all that sounds an awful lot like Jax doesn�t have any friends. This is not true. This boy has quite a few friends. He just needs to know you for a while before he trusts you enough to actually let his guard down around you. It�s probably a good idea that you have a neat power or some sort of individuality too. Original people are Jax�s favorites. If you are different than the norm, than well, Jax will do his best to get along with you. He�s one of the few people that have the ability to undo their own power. Jax can make you ill, and then if he�s feeling up to it, or feeling pmusicicularly nice that night, he�ll revive you and make you healthy again. Of course, you have to have some redeeming qualities in you, too. Don�t just expect him to feel nice. That�s a rare occurrence, trust me. Oh and by the way - Jax is as loyal as hell. You mess with his friends, you are really messing with him. If you need something at some odd hour - call Jax. He�ll be there in less than fifteen minutes with whatever you need. Ice cream? Okay. Let him go to the store and pick it up first. Most of his friends would return the favor if he needed them to. He doesn�t have shitty friends, no worries. As you�ve probably noticed, Jax is a little snarky bastard. If you ask a stupid question, you are going to get a stupid answer. Pretty fair, right? Of course right. He�s great at sarcasm; its one of his fortes in life. Don�t be stupid around him, and your problem is solved. He won�t be sarcastic or rude or mean to you if you aren�t completely idiotic around him. Makes sense in the long run. But Jaxon isn�t as rude as he may come across to everyone who�s watching along at home. Jaxon treats people well enough�that is if they treat him nicely. If someone came up to him and deliberately called him an idiot or a bastard or something to that effect, Jaxon wouldn�t see the point in being nice to them. They were rude to him, so in turn, Jaxon will be rude back. Simple logic. It�s not rudeness, its just returning the favor they did him. He�s not rude, to restate that for whatever time this is. Jaxon has a fiery temper though. Jaxon has thrown several things at several different people. He hasn�t had a meltdown yet, but I can say that ones probably going to come soon. As mentioned at the beginning of this section, Jaxon cannot stand the bulk of his classmates. They don�t get it. They don�t get that half of what you learn in high school, you�ll never see again. You�ll never use it. You�ll never have need for knowing what the chemical weight of iron is. Really. You won�t. Jaxon also doesn�t see the point of the cliques, the groups that everyone seems to think rules the world. They don�t. There are bigger and better things out there. So Jaxon hardly talks at school. He only speaks when he thinks that his interjection is needed, is welcome. Jaxon won�t even open up his mouth unless the person appears to realize that he�s there. Half of the student population ignores him. They don�t see the need to acknowledge his presence. He doesn�t talk to them, he doesn�t recognize the cliques, and so he is nobody in their book. And if you think that Jaxon gives a shit, you�re wrong. He could care less what they think about him. Of course, there is the rare friend of Jaxon that will acknowledge him and say hi to him in the hallways. Most of the time, this person is either in an music class with him, or plays with him in his band. (Yes, Jaxon has a band of sorts. It�s not anything spectacular, and they�ve never played a show and most likely never will. And he doesn�t care. This is just something he does when he�s got nothing left to do.) ( I CAN�T SEE ANYTHING PAST YOUR EYES ) RELATIVES: MOTHER Alyssia Marie Lilion, 49, nurse; FATHER Thomas Gryffin Lilion, 53, doctor; SIBLINGS Jared Colin, 22; Renee Marie, 13 WEALTH/SOCIAL STATUS: "Medium. Normal. Average. Leaning towards higher class, I guess you could say. I mean, Dad is a doctor, so its' not like I've ever gone hungry or anything like that..." HISTORY: So a very very long time ago, on August 25, 1989 a one Alyssia Lilion was rushed into an emergency room complaining that she felt like she was about to split in half. Turns out a few minutes after she told the nurse what was wrong, she felt water splash down onto her feet. Five very long hours later, and little Jaxon Wyatt Lilion was brought screaming and kicking into this world. And he hasn't stopped doing that since. Jaxon, from the very get go was a very loud and proud. He was a good baby though, he slept through the night very early on, didn't swallow anything he wasn't supposed to etc. But as soon as Jax turned five, it seemed someone flipped a switch in the kid. He wouldn't do what he was told; he would do the complete opposite. He'd kick and scream until he got his way. He'd draw on the fucking walls with his mother's lipstick. Jax's parents were completely confused as to what happened to the kid. What made him so angry? What made him so disobedient? It took one year after he started this behavior that Jax's parents discovered that if they put The Beatles on, or any other sort of rock music for that matter, that Jax would calm down and be civilized for as long as the music was playing. It was amazing! They had discovered what would calm their child down. And ever since this momentous discovery, Jax hasn't stopped listening to music. It's always on in his house, he's always listening to something. Whether it be The Beatles, or some obscure rock band that no one has ever heard of, Jax always always always had music playing. Continuing on this short little biography of Mr Jax...when the boy started school, there was a bit of a problem. Most teachers did not play music in their classroom, let alone allow their students to. Jax, of course, had a very big problem with this. He could not concentrate without his music. Jax couldn't even finish a worksheet without wanting to run around the classroom tearing posters off of the walls. But somehow, Jax made it through the first three grades okay. He passed, not with flying colors, but he passed well enough. It was in fourth grade that his teacher, Miss Smathson, took his mother aside at a parent teacher conference to tell Alyssia that her son was more than likely ADHD. After a few doctors visits, and plenty of complaining from Jax, they discovered that Jax was indeed ADHD. They put him on medication straight away, knowing that he wasn't ever going to get anywhere without help. Sure there was the side effects, but those weren't anything compared to seeing what Jax could do at his full potential. So after fourth grade, Jax's schooling went rather smoothly, especially since he discovered that music wasn't something he could just listen to. It was something he could make, it was something he could do! Jax was ecstatic to learn this, even at the age he was. After telling his mom that he wanted to take guitar lessons, Alyssia signed him up. He was alright at it, but it wasn't anything special. Jax loved playing the guitar, but he hadn't discovered his future career yet. There wasn't anything to compare playing guitar to...until he hit high school. (BTW, I'm sort of skipping over his middle school years. Middle school sucked, just like it did for everyone else. Too many hormones, too many things to worry about. Girls get boobs, and boys start to get interested...) It wasn�t until junior year that things started to go downhill again. Jax had been feeling quite ill for a while, and his mother took him to the doctor�s office. (More like his Dad�s office.) They ran a few tests and discovered that Jax might possibly have cancer. The family had had a history of it, but they never thought that their own son...they were in medical professions after all...wouldn�t they catch it before it got too bad? Wouldn�t they? Jax was admitted into the hospital right away. No questions asked. He was given the best rooms,the best treatments available. Jax was hooked up to machines his first day in the hospital. he had been withdrawn from school, there were no questions. They were going to heal their boy before someone took him away from them. Only - before they started chemo or anything too serious, another doctor did a few more test on Jax. When the tests came back, it was quite painfully obvious that the boy either never had cancer, or it had disappeared within a few weeks. His parents were beyond confused. This should not have happened - the cancer was there, they had seen it! Where had it gone? And what had made it leave? Jax didn�t need answers - he was happy knowing that he didn�t have to go through all the pain and loss that was cancer. Before he was allowed to leave the hospital though, Jax�s father ran a few more tests on the boy, just to be sure that they didn�t miss anything. There was nothing there. It was gone. Jax was taken out of the hospital, given a few days to re-cooperate from the hospital life and then put back into school. Over the whole thing, Jax had only missed a few weeks. Quite a lot of make up work, but the teachers understood what he had gone through. The students had no idea. Every time someone asked, it was a different story. They stopped asking soon enough, and after awhile, they seemed to have forgotten that he was ever gone. And then - one day two years after the whole cancer incident as Jax likes to refer to it as, he woke up in this strange place. Where was he? He had no idea, how he had gotten there was an even bigger question. The only thing he remembered was going to bed and trying to coax his cat up onto the mattress with him. And Jax was sure that he had been wearing different pajamas than the ones he woke up in. And then there were these teachers! Why were they asking him to show then what he could do? What the hell where they talking about? It wasn�t until he saw another girl fly to a building that he freaked out completely. Was he insane? Was he in some mental hospital in a remote location? Jax didn�t know, but this whole shebang was really starting to get on his nerves. Why wouldn�t anyone answer questions? What is the point of this place? And did his parents know where he was? That was an even better question, to be honest. Was his mother waiting at home, calling his cellphone over and over? Speaking of - where was his cellphone? And his cat? Was he alright? Jax has a ton of questions that no one is answering. ( THE SUN IN SHINING FAR TOO BRIGHT ) ANYTHING ELSE?: Jax was diagnosed with leukemia when he was seventeen. He was admitted into the hospital and everything, hooked up to machines, etc. The doctors and specialists did more tests, and some how - without them doing anything at all - Jax was healed. No cancer whatsoever in his body. No trace of it either. It was so strange, the doctors wanted to put him in the books, but his parents refused. Jax, after figuring out what he could do here, has figured that this was the first time his powers showed themselves. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Shane watched his friend concernedly; what was up with Hayden today? Sure the rest of the band was just as tired as anyone else, but Hayden seemed to be taking the brunt of it. Hayden seemed to be the most tired out of anyone in the band - including the techies and merch kids (and THEY had to be awake a good three hours before the rest of the band did.) Shane was confused. Perhaps Hayden was pulling too many close-to-all-nighters. Shane knew for a fact that Hayden was up to around three last night, and then they had to get up so early today for this godawful soundcheck. Who scheduled that then, anyway? Didn't they know that most rock bands don't wake up until around 11? Usually on tour, the band stayed up until they were falling asleep were they were, and woke up as late as they could possibly manage. Shane had fallen asleep at around midnight last night, much to the disappointment of many of the band members. It wasn't his fault - the concert that night had been pmusicicularly rowdy. The crowd was a good one, if you know what I mean. They were responsive, and seemed to actually care about what the band was doing or playing. Most nights the crowd just sat and watched them play. But it seemed more recently that whatever they were doing was the right thing. Maybe they were getting more popular. Shane's mind had drifted quite a bit from the fact at hand - Hayden was acting strange. "sorry, man. i'm just so fucking tired. i haven't really gotten a lot of sleep lately. a six month tour puts a lot of pressure on a guy. and the water didn't help as much as i wanted it to." Shane bit his lip, frowning at his best friend. Shane knew very well how Hayden felt. A mother fucking six month long tour took the joys out of life very quickly. Shane felt like he hadn't seen his parents or brother in forever. (Not that he really cared about the latter. Shane and his brother were the poster children for sibling rivalry. They didn't get along AT ALL.) Shane was quiet for a moment, but opened his mouth to poke fun at Hayden. "Well maybe you should go to bed early instead of watching all that porn like you do every night..." Shane muttered, a hint of laughter and sarcasm on his voice. Oh it was easy to poke fun at Hayden. Shane knew all of the ins and outs of his best friend. Wait...what? I should reword that, but I refuse to. It's more fun the way it is. Take it the way you want to, okay? For a fact though - Shane knew that Hayden wasn't too fond of porn. Neither was Shane...when the real thing was so easy to access, why would you settle for just watching? (And as much as Shane comes across as a complete man whore, he's really not at all. He's slept with maybe three girls in his entire twenty years. That's not a whole lot, especially when you consider what Shane's job is.) it was five minutes before Shane's mind snapped back to attention. Jac had jumped up on stage with them. Shane raised an eyebrow. When had she gotten there? How long had she been there? Had she seen his little mishap with the guitar? Shane froze in fear. If she did she was never going to let it down. He would get teased for it for a good three days before she dropped it. Shane prayed to the Rock Gods that Jacquelene Mason had not seen his accident. �Hello boys, coffee break? Sorry I�m not on skates, the insurance doesn�t cover it if I fall and break my neck, or my face, both of which would be bad...� Shane held back a fury of giggles. Just imagining Jac on skates was making him laugh. She had about as much coordination as a newborn horse. (AKA - none.) "Thanks, baby." Shane said, in a funny accent. He was always doing that around her. No real reason for it, either, except that it usually did a pretty good job of making her laugh. Shane took a cup of coffee from her, and kissed her on the cheek, a feet he only performed for Miss Mason. Well, he did kiss other girls, but he didn't mean it as quite as much as he did when he kissed Jac. He only hoped she knew it. (Then again, maybe Shane didn't want her to know. What would she think about that?) Shane took a sip of the blazing hot coffee, only to spit it out over the stage and onto the mosh pit floor. It would be sticky later, but that wasn't his problem. "HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!!" Shane said, fanning his tongue with his free hand. The other stlll held the coffee cup tightly. He wasn't gonna waste this glorious drink. He needed all the caffine he could get. Shane laughed out right when Hayden appeared to snap back to his normal self. All it took was Jac to come up on stage with some coffee. Shane would have to remember that for the future. Just incase Hayden ever got deathly exhausted...or ill. Shane was sure it would work for either situation. (He knew from experience, as Jac was the mother figure of their relationship. She took care of Hayden and Shane when they came home completely shit faced from drinking to much. She knew what their problems were, their secrets. And she never betrayed them. Jac had never given out their phone numbers to anyone who asked, etc. She was a good best friend. "Ooohh. I still have to get ready for the wet t-shirt contest..." Shane said, looking down at himself as if he had only just realized that he was as dry as a bone in the desert. (Hahahah bone. BONER.) Shane giggled to himself. Shane put the coffee down on an amp, and unthreaded himself from his guitar and guitar strap. He put his Fender on the guitar rack and picked his coffee back up. "Jac you wanna help me get ready for the contest? Show me some moves...Teach me, oh wise one." Shane said, holding his arms out, looking like he wanted a hug. Shane, in fact, loved hugs. Especially when they were from fans. Those were always amazing. It was like the only thing the fans wanted to do was hug them, and then they could die happy. Shane loved that. The look on a fans face when they met you for the first time? That was bliss when you got right down to it.

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