Post by Jackson Nickleby on Apr 21, 2012 3:11:25 GMT 1
Playby: Ryan Kwanten
Name:Jackson Nickleby
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: City Human
Physical Description:
Jackson is 6'2" and athletically built with the well tanned body of someone used to spending a lot of time outdoors, and yes that is an all over tan. His hard, well shaped abs and muscular physique has not an ounce of spare fat and the sculpted tone of his muscles is a product of honest labour. His dark blonde hair always seems tousled as if he had just woken up, but there is nothing sleepy about his sparkling blue eyes.
Attitude:
Jackson has a warm and sunny disposition. Always willing to look on the bright side and see the good in any situation. He is friendly and outgoing, embodying a good natured and boyish charm. He enjoys the simple pleasures that life has to offer, good food, amenable company and cold beer. Life is too short for worries and all in all he's just happy to be alive.
Abilities:
Jackson has no special abilities beyond an ordinary human.
He is good at working with his hands and has a ready wit and a talent for fitting in with a crowd.
Sometimes however he fits in too well and easily gets carried away. He can be fearless to the point of stupidity and his smart mouth can get him into endless trouble though his comments are rarely ill intentioned.
History:
Jackson's history is a complete mystery to him. He simply awoke one day in a lab with a blinding headache and no memory whatsoever of how he came to be there. In fact he had no memory of anything before that point at all. The doctors, or so he presumed they were, told him he had been in an accident and it seemed to him they must have done a damned fine job of patching him up because other than his throbbing head he didn't feel too bad at all.
They ran seemingly endless tests on him, though he had no idea what for, and they helped him to reorientate himself to life in the City. Things didn't go too badly for him and he adjusted pretty quickly though no hint of his memories emerged despite all the probing and testing. Jackson just shrugged and let the past go. Life was too short to live in the past and if no-one had come looking for him, well it obviously wasn't that significant.
The City Council found him work as Foreman on the construction program, and he took to it with relish. He was glad to be finally out of the lab where he had been cooped up for so long, and he had energy to burn. He loved to be outdoors and active and the construction work seemed to come easily and naturally to him. He quickly got to know the crew and no-one would guess to see him that just a short time ago he had nothing, not even a name.
Life would be perfect he reflected, if in the quiet moments just before he fell into slumber, he didn't get the niggling feeling that he had forgotten something or someone important...
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of Awesome
Species Code Word: Pudding
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Rp Sample:
It was still early in the evening but the days work was over and the hard working lads on the construction crew for Little Britain were starting to unwind with a little ribald fun in the spit'n'sawdust type bar on the edge of the new construction. "No way!" the construction worker exclaimed in disbelief at the foreman's latest wild yarn. "Way yeah!" Jackson, or Jay as his crew called him in their off hours, replied with a gleeful laugh. "And that wasn't the only one either..." The boys whooped and laughed and Jackson drained the last of the beer from his glass.
He waved to the waitress in the little bar, "Another pitcher over here darlin'..." he called to her, giving her a playful wink. He was feeling pretty good tonight, the crew had gotten a good start made on some of the foundations and if that wasn't worth celebrating with a round of beers well then he had no idea what was. He patted the plump behind of their waitress, Daisy he had overheard her name was, something that had gotten another patron slapped not a quarter hour ago but for Jackson she giggled and blushed as she delivered the pitcher of weak house beer to the table.
He sloshed the beer into the glasses and raised his own, "Here's to building something better..."
