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jckelly · 4 years

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updated intro / 25/09/20

Is that JACK FIELDING? Wow, they do look a lot like VAN MCCANN. I hear HE is an NINETEEN year old FRESHMEN who are studying AEROSPACE ENGINEERING at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be PHILOPHOBIC and INSINCERE, but on the bright side they can also be WITTY and IMAGINATIVE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [YUNI, 20, GMT, SHE/HER]

hello to anyone who has yet 2 be cursed w my presence in their dms, i am yuni and this is an updated intro for my demon boi jack! this one is a lilll bit more in depth but not to worry there is a tl;dr at the end ion expect u to read this. feel free to dm me if you would like to plot!

01: BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Jackson Noel Fielding (previously Kelly; recently changed)

Nicknames: Jack - he dislikes the use of his full first name, and only really answers to Jack, unless joking around with Caitriona.

Date Of Birth: December 4, 2001 (currently aged 19)

Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, Leo ascendant, and Aries moon.

Place Of Birth: Northern General Hospital, Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England.

Nationality: Dual UK and US citizenship; he was born and raised in England so was a UK citizen from birth, and acquired US citizenship through his American adopted mother after being formally adopted in 2017.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Course: Aerospace Engineering (Freshman)

02: PHYSICAL

Faceclaim: Van McCann

Voiceclaim: Also Van McCann (but w ... not a Welsh accent LOL think Northern)

Ethnicity: White (English, Irish, Scottish)

Height: 173cm (5′8)

Weight: 52kg (115lbs) / BMI 17.4

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Distinctive Features: Freckles (many), ear piercings (one hoop in his left ear), scars on his wrists which he hides with long sleeved shirts.

Clothing Preference: Jack really only wears black, or something close to black like grey. He usually opts for simple clothes, just jeans and long sleeved shirts, and beat up black converse. His Sheffield United hoodie makes an appearance more often than not, because he has a ridiculous amount of hometown pride.

03: PERSONALITY

Overview

Positive Traits: Witty, imaginative, perseverant, passionate

Negative Traits: Philophobic, disloyal, insincere, callous

MBTI: ENTP

Religious Beliefs: Atheist

Description

The first side most people see of Jack is the side he wants you to see. A total asshole. It’s not an exaggeration - he’s pretty much infamous for flirting with everyone, dating anyone and as a serial cheater. He’ll actively try to worm his way into your life, and then just when you start to care, he does something to hurt you. He’s strangely persistent, probably helping him to push people even further, until they snap. There is nothing which satisfies him more than managing to wind people up to the extreme, get them to the point where they give up. Adopted parents, friends, nobody is immune to this side - he even tries it on the people he genuinely cares about, as if just to see if he’ll still be able to push them away.

The second side, which most people don’t see, is that at heart Jack is a kid. He’s the type of person to ask if owls have ears at 3am, or get some childlike joy out of dumb jokes. Of course, this is the side nobody but a very small number of people see. And even if you do see it, it never lasts long. He keeps his true personality under wraps even amongst those he does like, and it only slips out if he’s extremely comfortable with you. Otherwise, he’ll go straight back to being a sarcastic, flirty piece of shit.

04: PAST

Biography:

Jackson Kelly was born in a council estate in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, in the UK. His life prior to adoption is not something he routinely talks about, but that’s mostly because he’d rather not give people reasons to pity him: his mother, 15 when she gave birth to him, was a drug addict; he has no idea who his birth father is or was, and no inclination to find out. Jack’s first ten years of life pretty much fell into the same cycle: get put into foster care, his mother would get clean and take him back, and then the cycle would repeat. But when the cycle ended when he was ten, and he was removed from his mother’s care for good, he wasn’t ready for it to end yet.

Sure, she wasn’t the best parent. But she was his mother. Jack quickly developed a reputation for running away, always found back at the same place. Foster parent after foster parent always ended up returning him, unable to cope with his rebellious tendencies and the constant hunt for him after he had run. As he aged, he only became better at avoiding being found. It practically became a game to him, a way for him to entertain himself. So when a wealthy American heiress and her British CEO husband decided that of all people, they wanted to foster a now thirteen year old Jack, social workers almost wanted to ask if they’d misspoke. (Jack had assumed it was a practical joke.)

Claire and George, his new “parents,” were patient. They said he didn’t have to call them mum or dad, that even after they officially adopted him two years later he could keep his own surname, that they just wanted him to be happy. They moved him to a better school, got a private tutor to make up for lost time, tried to take an interest in his favourite things. But that wasn’t enough for Jack. Eventually, the situation resulted in drastic measures: a rainy afternoon with a social worker being told that Claire wanted to move the family to her birthplace of New York, and send Jack to the school she had attended many years prior. A fresh start would be better for him, they said. As if Jack didn’t know the real reason. He couldn’t run away if he was thousands of miles away.

And that was how a fifteen year old Jack made his way to Carnifex, with absolutely no change to his desire to wreak havoc or to his somewhat disturbing attitude towards other people. Therapists paid for by his adopted parents might say he was pushing people away to manifest emotions about neglect in early life; Jack would just say that he was keeping things interesting. Either way, the next couple years of his life escaped past him, and before he knew it he was in a school office, being told that his birth mother had died.

Obviously, Claire and George freaked, as if he would do anything. Pulled him out of school for a month, flew him back to England for the funeral, and practically wrapped Jack in bubble wrap like he was a baby or something. All he wanted to do was go back to school, ignore the guilt he felt in his stomach for letting them take him away, and go back to what he did best.

Timeline:

December 4 2001 - Jackson Noel Kelly is born in Sheffield.

2005 - Jack is removed from his mother’s care for the first time. He is frequently removed from her care and then placed back in it for the next seven years of his life.

2012 - Jack is removed from his mother’s custody permanently and placed in a temporary foster home. He bounces through foster homes for the next few years, including one where he meets Caitriona and becomes close with her.

2014 - Jack is fostered by Claire and George. He resists any attempt for them to get close to him, and continues to act out.

December 2016 - Jack is legally adopted by Claire and George, acquiring US citizenship, although he does not change his surname.

January 2017 - Jack attempts suicide. He is placed in therapy and plans are made for his relocation to the US.

March 2017 - Claire and George move back to America, taking Jack with them. He begins attending Carnifex. He continues to visit the UK regularly to visit his birth mother, who he keeps in contact with.

April 2020 - Jack’s birth mother dies. He immediately disappears from school for a month, without telling anyone where he went.

May 2020 - Jack returns to Luxor. It’s later accidentally blurted out mid fight with Zander that his mother is dead.

June 2020 - Jack graduates and Leo tells the school Jack attempted suicide.

September 2020 - Jack legally changes his surname from his birth name - Kelly - to his adopted parents surname, Fielding.

December 2020 - Zander and Ches spread posters around claiming that Jack is HIV positive and gave it to Balo. They don’t provide any proof for this allegation, and Jack continues to deny it.

(These are the events ur character would probs vaguely know about!!! Anything else is personal info so they wouldn’t know unless Jack explicitly told them. Feel free to ask me if you’re ever unsure if something is ic knowledge or not!)

05: OTHER TRIVIA

- He has a fairly strong Yorkshire accent which is obviously something other characters would likely notice when interacting with him. So if he uses words you don’t know it’s safe to assume he’s just being his dumb British self so you are free to have your character question the meaning/not know. (LMK if you’re unsure tho!)

- His favourite band is Oasis (closely followed by Arctic Monkeys), favourite film is Fight Club, go to drink is either a double vodka coke or a pint of Heineken, and his favourite place is Leadmill in Sheffield because it’s where he’s seen some bands (and fucked girls in the bathroom. Such a romantic.)

- Dyslexic, but if you mention it Jack will fight you, although it’s partially why he leans more toward math based subjects where his spelling ability is irrelevant.

- Notoriously has a thing for redheads, although that doesn’t prevent him from being crude and sexual towards anyone he happens to meet or interact with.

- Chain smokes anything he can get his ratty little hands on (cigarettes, weed, meh) so expect him to smell of ciggies 24/7.

- Diehard supporter of Sheffield United and insists there is no better football team even though they really suck

- Weetabix, Weetabix, Weetabix

06: NOTABLE CONNECTIONS

Within Luxor:

- Friendships: Caitriona, Balo, Avery, Zai, Oakley, Lennon

- Former Relationships: Oakley Prescott

- Current Relationship: Juliet McCoy

NPCS

- Claire Richardson Fielding & George Fielding: Jack’s adopted parents, who just want to love him despite him being terrible to them.

- Lauren Kelly: His birth mother, who he misses a lot.

- Violet Richardson: Claire’s mother, who for some reason adores Jack and considers him her favourite grandchild. Meaning Jack will probably inherit everything when she dies, although he doesn’t really think about that.

- Emily French: His ex girlfriend from back home, also known as the only girl who Jack truly cared about before Juliet. She broke up with Jack for being too toxic, which although fair, fucked him up for a little bit. Not that he’d admit it.

07: CONNECTION IDEAS/WCS

Exes (Lots)

Jack has a habit of dating people, dropping them as soon as feelings get involved, cheating on them, and generally being an asshole. So if you want an ex for your muse… yeah.

Enemies

Again, he tends to happily mess with as many people as he possibly can. So he’s probably gotten on the wrong side of at least a couple people.

Friends (fake or real)

Like when he dates, he tends to get close to people before ditching them or screwing with them. So people who think they’re his friends but who aren’t really as close as they think are very welcome. I’m also down to have a couple people who can be the few he genuinely cares about.

08: TL;DR

If you already knew Jack at Luxor:

Little has changed! He’s the same manipulative dick as ever except that he has legally changed his surname. Your characters are tots fine to comment on the change, it’s not a secret or anything.

If this is your unfortunate first experience with Jack:

Jack is manipulative, crude, outright insulting, and nasty. He enjoys nothing more than messing with people, and often acts friendly initially just to hurt you later. He is British, adopted, and I call him rat man.

#luxorintro #finally got around to it #RIP #also wow yuni #what a great van gif to use #i rlly show him in his best light #rat mAN #suicide tw #self harm tw #depression tw #abuse tw #neglect tw #drugs tw

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rejectedspades · 7 years

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So maybe he'll understand.

Not that you ever look at my Tumblr, but here's why.

Please understand to anyone who does see this, accept the fact this will be sloppy, I am by far not the best writer. However, without further ado, here is my dreadful life story. (Which I am going to regret putting up online about 10 minutes after I do)

I must go back before I was born to my sister's day of birth. See, my sister was overdue for and entire month. Yes a full 31 days. Why the doctors didn't force her out, I have no clue. When she did come out she was pissed. She really liked my mother's baby making insides. She had decided if she was coming out so where my mother's insides. My mother had a prolapsed uterus. I don't really know what that means but oh well 🙃. But the doctor told her she wasn't going to have any kids after that.

846 days later (2 years, 3 months, and 26 days)

I, the flower goddess was born.

August 29th, 2001

I was born two days late, not really that bad. My sister by far won that competition. However, there was nothing off about the day I was born. I mean except for the fact that my father left half way through to go be with my younger sisters mother. He did come back...two days later to sign the birth certificate and left again.

I don't remember my baby days, of course, so I'm just gonna spit out random facts about what I remember and what I was told.

~i was potty trained a little before I was 2

~i could walk at 1 year and 3 months

~i cried over everything till I was like 10

~my father was abusive and strangled my mother in a parking lot with me in her arms.

~my first word was "mawmaa" as in Mama

~ I hated yams

~i had Mongolian Spots till I was 6! Baby's lose those withing there first year maybe 2. The school thought my family beat on me, so I had to come in with a month doctor's note.

~my father stalked my mom, sister and I till we moved to Alabama.

Oh? That last one? Yeah all I remember about Alabama was we lived in a house and I had a cat (that was all mine!), Who had 16 kittens before we moved back to Tennessee.

(I don't remember a lot of my childhood because I was hit by a car so sorry if this doesn't have a lot)

We had moved into my grandparents when we got back. We ate a lot of Chinese food which is probably why it's my favorite. Growing up I was freaky skinny. To the point where my mother called me her little Ethiopian baby. If you don't get the picture I'll try and help. I was really dark because I used to stay outside in the sun. When I poked out my stomach I looked like I was fed even though you could still see my ribcage, my elbows and knees where bigger than my actual arms and legs. You could see every bone in my body. But I ate so much food! I don't get it. Oh! And I had long hair,(that I miss very much) I mean down to my ass long.

You see I started gaining weight like crazy when I was about 7ish and my outy belly button turned to an inny. And I started looking like I ate food. And my weight was healthy. My grandmother took thinking shears to my scalp in random spots so my hair grew uneven, till I had to get it cut.

When I was nine I started middle School. Which was shit! I got made fun of because of my southern accent in a really trash school. Everyone was either rude or freaky racist, and as a little mixed girl I couldn't avoid it.

In sixth grade I had this best friend named Hannah. We hung out every weekend and she was really pretty. I was the ugly friend by far. And sooner or later my attraction for Hannah got stronger. I had slowly but surely started to realize I liked females. Hannah was beautiful in everyway. She was the only person at that school that didn't judge me, but I was to scared to even come out to her. Hannah got a boyfriend named Caleb a few months later after my discovery. He hated me. Hannah started to drift away from me and our friendship split after an argument. Her boyfriend had said something about me not having my father and told me to "get over it because he's not coming back." How did he know about my father? Because Hannah told him. This caused a huge argument at the lunch table one day and I a little 10-year-old, with huge glasses and braces stood up and beat the absolute shit out of this kid who was an entire head taller than me, than Hannah called me a bitch and made me cry. I got suspended and Caleb got a black eye and a kiss from Hannah. Do I regret it? LMAO FUCK NO!

Seventh grade, I met one of my best friends named Jessica. Me and her snuck out at her house once and than we weren't allowed to hang out outside of school anymore. Which never stopped us. We met up at the park across from her house every once and a while. She was the first one I came out to, but we kept our friendship inside school to keep her from getting in trouble.

Skip forward to 8th grade. I got kicked off the track team for fighting. And I was out as bisexual to all of my friends. Jessica and I started hanging out after her evil step mother granted us permission. I had a crush on Jessica but she was dating one of my friends that I've known since 2nd grade. They were cute and I was happy for them so I wasn't angry and Raffeal or Jessica for it. I drifted from the group though and fell in with the wrong crowd. I skipped school and started smoking cigarettes. I got kicked out of my house for about 3 months and moved in with a "friend" named Alex. I started selling pills and weed, and soon became addicted to Xanax.

Let me tell you about the ground I was in. Hanna, (not the 6th grade Hannah, this is Hanna without an extra H) Hanna was beat on by her father and her mom was in jail for drugs and shit. Next Alex he was a junky enough said, this one kid named Mac who really liked cars and smoked crack with his pot. Trey who fucked almost everyone. Jacob who was an atheist and put cigarettes out on his wrist. And me, but you guys know me by now. There was this one guy that was in our little group. His name was Eric. He was always flirted with me. We got together on my 13th birthday. He was 16 btw. Me and him hung out alot without the others. He was creepy though. He was obsessive. I had to cut it off with him, even though I did he never stopped. To this day I wish he knew what it felt like to be me. To this fucking day I want to know I made that boy cry. Eric. He made me cry so many nights.

I'm going to try my hardest to tell you why he makes me so emotional without getting emotional. Eric, had began to stalk me. Sometimes he made himself know other times he didn't. He would come to my window at nights an tap on it (heads up I jumped a little ahead to when I moved back in with my mom, he was there before and after I had. So like so there's no confusion.) One night he came just to tell me how much I was going to miss him. He left me letters in my mailbox. Telling me how he was gonna beat my ass next time he saw me in public. He told me he was going to "abuse my body" after the first couple I texted Hanna I asked if she would come and stay with me a few nights. Of course she took me up on that offer because she hated being home. I had showed her the letters and she told Alex. Alex and I had but heads alot but he was like a brother. He let me live with him for fuck sake. I trusted him. Mac, Trey, and, Alex had gone up to his house one night. Hanna and I went too. We waited out side as the guys had went around back. Jacob was in his car. He told Hanna and I to get in but we didn't. We heard a loud thud and the guys came walking back around and they had some ropes in their hands and those things that hold things together that I think are called jumper cables but I don't think so. They told us to get in the car and wait and that they would be out in about 15 minutes once they found an opening. We did and we kept ourselves busy. We talked about Hanna and Alex's weird relationship. To this day I have no clue what the hell they where. A little while goes by I have no clue how long but they came back out . They where laughing and had the ropes and things with them with them. I asked why they still had them and they said, "we wanted to be like spy's...plus we need them cause we have none" I started laughing so hard.

Now now now before you assume what they did they went in the shed and stole his shit then put tape on Eric's window and broke it so it wouldn't make a lot of noise. I had thought they just opened it cause I had no clue they had duct tape. But they went in and beat the living shit out of Eric. It made me happy, yes. But I didn't get the last laugh.

June 19th, the worst year of my life

I thought it was all good and so I went on a walk. Eric was sitting on these bricks on a road called "stone hedge" and he waited for me to pass on the opposite side of the street. He started following me and so I walked up to a park up from my house.and when I got tho the play ground I dropped a book I was holding and my phone. I turned around and screamed at him to go away and leave me alone. He stopped walking for like 2 seconds before he took off running after me. In panic I picked up my phone and started running. I tried calling Alex but I couldn't see anything because I was crying hard as fuck. I turned and threw my phone at him. I didn't bother watching where it went but there was a hill at the end of the park I had slid down it before standing up again and running twards the train tracks he had caught up to me though.

I screamed as loud as I could for help but he punched me than again and again till all I could do was beg he than grabbed me by my arm and slung me over off the gravel and in the grass.

This part is very graphic so I am sorry but please scroll to the next paragraph if you are sensitive or get triggered by assault I am very sorry -AND.

As I type this crying in my garage I want to say that it's okay. If something ever happens to you than I'm sorry. Tell someone and don't make the same mistake I did. Eric had pulled me into a creek at the back of the park and fought me to get my pants off after he won that fight he pressed his knee onto my chest making it hard for me to breath he unbutton his pants and I fought as hard as I could I swear I did everything in my might to stop him but I failed. As he did what he said he would and took advantage of my body he called me a whore.

If you know what it's like to want to be anywhere else except for where you are in that moment what it's like to feel dirty no matter how many times you shower. What it's like to bruised in places no one ever should be bruised than im sorry. I can say I understand and if you ever need anyone to talk to send me a message or please call 1 800-656-4673 it's the national sexual assault hotline and they are available 24/7. Please do not hesitate to call.

When I moved back in with my mother I didn't stop taking Xanax In 9th grade she put me in a private school. I got assaulted by a teacher after she threw me in the parking lot of the school. I was drugged out one night high as a kite and had gotten in an argument I had strangled my mother that night and afterwards I swallowed 73 pills from the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. I felt the worse I have ever felt in my life. I regret what I did to my mother. I wasn't myself. I went to Vanderbilt psychiatric hospital. I stayed there for 34 days working on myself and getting cleaned up. I spent my summer there and at home. It wasn't the best.

The next year I went back to public school. I mad new friends and was doing good. I made good grades and don't let my past get to me. That was before I got into my first real relationship. His name was Sian. We where together for about 5 months before I could t take anymore. He was sweet at first soon he became abusive verbally, sexually, and physically. I got depressed again but I told myself I wasn't going to fall back into it. On New year's the next year I met this guy and he was Everything I could ask for. His name was Nate we didn't jump into a relationship asap. But he helped me get batter after Sian and made me happy. Sooner or later we go together and we Sayed together for a year. I had broken up with him two days ago and I miss him horribly it hurts like crazy. But it wasn't the same. We argued a lot and drove each other crazy and the love wasn't there as it used to be.

Now I'm here. With you. And with my life story. I hope this helps. Maybe now you understand. That yes I am clingy, but because I need someone right now because I just lost my high school sweet heart that I had plans with after graduation next year. And yes I do get sad, because I get lost in my past. And yes I do get over emotional because I can't stand being in this planet anymore. But I'm done being sorry for it. And I'm tired of feeling this way. My mental health I'd not an excuse it's a blockade from me being happy because I've been damaged in more ways but one. But im still here for something. So can you understand now? I'm this way for a reason. But I'm not broken and I can still smile. I'm not helpless so stop treating me like I am. I'm fragile as fuck but it doesn't mean that you can't play with me. And I love you but you don't have to say it back if you don't feel the same way. It's not gonna kill me if you're honest. Just don't look at me different. It's hard for me to tell you this, so I'm telling everyone this.

So thank you for listening. But as of right now I'm fine. I'm happy for the most part. I'm doing okay. And my past will never justify me. So don't see me different.

~∆.N.D.

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