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[u][b]Name[/b][/u]

Jason 'Jay' Makarov

[u][b]Gender[/b][/u]

Male

[u][b]Age[/b][/u]

18

[u][b]Nationality[/b][/u]

Born in Brooklyn NY, he's Russian American

[u][b]Element[/b][/u]

Earth

[u][b]Role[/b][/u]

Big Guy

[u][b]Appearance[/b][/u]

Jay is just over six feet tall with bright green eyes, dark brown hair, and a masculine jaw line. He usually has stubble as he never shaves completely it seems, and his wardobe is that of a slacker. Generally wears jeans with and without holes, a worn pair of white and blue Adidas, and shades of blue and green shirts. In general, appearance wise he's probably closest to Wheeler of the original team. If we get the Planeteer t-shirts, his will most likely be navy blue or a deep shade of green.  

[u][b]Personality[/b][/u]

The Russian-American likes to push buttons just because he can. Jay's smile and good looks usually gets him out of intense situations, but his mouth tends to get him into confrontations with authority figures more often than not. The teen is a bit of a hothead and pretty impulsive, and often enjoys just being alone somewhere like Central Park when he needs to think on something. 

When his mouth opens, that's when he comes off like an asshole a lot of times. Pushing buttons, even with that smile, tends to piss more people off than it does open up a friendly conversation with others. This puts him at odds with his teammates and friends and he's constantly separating himself from groups to think more clearly on matters. He's competitive when it comes to people he's closer to, and generally believes 'anything you can do I can do better.' He recently moved back to Brooklyn to live with his father, leaving his American mother back in Ohio. Jay is trying to man up and be more responsible, but his world was recently rocked when he found out his father had ties to the Russian Mob. 

[u][b]Backstory[/b][/u]

Jay was born in NY to a Russian father and an American mother in '98. He lived in Brooklyn until his parents divorced when he was three years old and his mother took him with her to live with family on a farm in Ohio. The next fifteen years Jay would live an average life, make average grades in school because he never pushed himself, as well as rack up a juvenile record of decent length before turning eighteen. Questioning authority never did him any favors, least of all after getting caught spray painting 'JAY' on train cars, bridges, and rundown building walls back in the small Ohio town. Thankfully, he knew how to talk his way out of most situations.

When his eighteenth birthday came his father visited him as he always did, this was roughly halfway into his last year of high school. His father was surprised Jay wanted to finally move back to NY with him after so long, in reality Jay had recently went through a bad string of relationships. Now he's back in Brooklyn, living in Sheepshead Bay by the ocean, and trying to live the life of a big city kid. Jay didn't have the New Yorker accent, and is often seen as an outcast. He's already been in several fights his first month and a half of school because of it. Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

[u][b]Likes[/b][/u]

Being alone to think, old arcade games, Chinese food, classic rock music, scary movies, his Polo Sport cologne, and sparring MMA style despite his lack of training. 

[u][b]Dislikes[/b][/u]

Anybody who wears crocs, sandals with socks, Justin Beiber, onions, and people with horrible manners. He also has a strong dislike for chickens after living on a farm most of his life.

~KL~