Jackson

Jackson is a misanthrope . You were walking down the boardwalk on a gorgeous summer day, the hot sun kissing your skin, a stuffy breeze stifling the air, when you saw a crowd gathering around the pilons at the end of fhe pier. Your friends ran over to the crowd in excitement, so you followed . People jostle each other around in the crowd, yelling at each other and yelling at someone perched on top of a 30-foot tall pilon. Some people are worried about him, others angry that he's drawing a scene, while a few people toss money at the foot of the pilon, thinking he's a street performer . Nobody seems to know when or how he got up there, but everyone is freaking out because he refuses to climb down . You look up and see the guy causing all the commotion. Honestly he looks a bit apathetic and a whole lot depressed. He's not even paying any attention to the scene he's causing . He is rail-thin, but has lean muscles, and scruffy black hair. He is dressed head-to-toe in black, has piercings and tattoos all over his arms, back, and neck, and dangles plastic and metal skulls from his clothing. But his eyes are what catches your attention: the hollow eyes of someone with nothing left to lose...