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Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

I would like everyone to remember Gerard Way is Jackson's faceclaim, so can we have a moment to appreciate how goddamn CUTE he is?

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

Btw, everyone, Jenny calls dibs on designing the costumes...just thought I ought to let y'all know that. XD

@Framing A Moose

Jackson does his own costumes. Mostly because he doesn't wear any. Most of his vigilante projects have been completing without anyone alive able to recognize his face, save for like Eddie.

Also:


Isn't my baby adorable? *having major G-Way feels tonight*

I feel like that might be similar to one of Jackson's future get-ups.

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

I just got done with the last of my assignments for my online class and did the final. I'll be posting tomorrow mid-day, finally.

Also:

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

I'm here. Still fighting night shift

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

Jackson/Terror

Jackson Willis/ Terror

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"I may be crazy, but I'm not on the other end of my gun."
-Terror

House of Wolves

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| Full Name |
Jackson Elijah Willis

| Nickname |
Jack or Eli

| Alias |
Terror

| Birth Date |
January 21, 1996

| Age |
30

| Species |
Human/Ghost

| Gender |
Male/ Gender Nonconforming

| Sexuality |
Omnisexual (Sexuality is not Static)

| Alignment |
Chaotic Neutral

| In-Depth Appearance |
Jackson is a rather thin individual with a complection that is almost ghostly due to his status of being half-dead. He has a fairly sturdy bone structure despite being thin, so he doesn't necessarily look that thin at first. He's without tattoo or piercing. Jackson can appear at anytime in one of endlessly varying outfits that are typically reminiscent of some era of societal deviance, from grunge rock to cyberpunk. Jackson's endless variety of wardrobe pieces make people wonder where the hell he gets it all. His rather eccentric approach to appearances leaves him to be somewhat hard to recognize if you haven't seen him in months, but the wild black hair and ghostly pale skin typically works best to identify him.

| Abilities |
-Half-Ghost: Due to an accident, Terror is considered half a ghost and has many traits of ghosts.

-Flicker: Ability to flicker in and out of corporeal form, can last long enough to let bullets fly through or walk through walls but not much longer without straining himself.

-Light Telekinesis: Able to control a large variety of smaller objects and some larger objects.

-Levitation: Self explanatory

-Inanimate Possession: Terror can take control of certain inanimate objects like cars or bicycles, or even dolls, much like telekinesis, but not too many at a time without causing intense strain.

-Spirit Sight: Terror can see the spiritual world as it overlaps the living, and interact with spirits.

-Nightwalk: Terror is able to enter someone's dreams and remove or create a nightmare, to do so he needs a lock of their hair or an item that means a lot to them, and can do so from up to a mile away.

| Limitations |
-Considering his abilities come from his semi-death, Terror can actually kill himself on overuse of his more extrenuous abilities (Flickering and Nightwalking), he'll gradually become paler and translucent as he overuses.

-When Nightwalking in someone's dreams, it is possible for terror to be physically hurt. Any injuries sustained in the dream will transfer to the waking world

| Equipment |
-Smartphone loaded with bad music
-Twin Magnums, Nightmare and Daydream
-Three steel chains fitted with razors, telekinetic weapons
-Alicia's Crescent Moon pendent, worn around the neck.

| Personality Traits |

-Eccentric
-Melancholic
-Geeky
-Nostalgic
-Curious
-Cynical
_Creative
-Morbid

| Personality |
Jackson may be a little hard to get used to at first, considering someone who's only half alive here in the living world not going to have a typical outlook on life. Jackson is a little morbid with a humor for death and illness, he's not very used to being considered part dead so he finds anything and everything involving life and death increasingly ironic. However, he does have an understanding that he comes off as creepy so he will often have brief moments of social anxiety in which he feels bad for making people uncomfortable.

Beyond that, Jackson is fairly optimistic and likes to find out new things in the world, often loving to find obscure bands to listen to or off-kilter artists to support. He's often seen as a little childish, but it's mostly due to his outlook on the world being colored heavily by the memories of his daughter Alicia, so he often looks at things the way she would. Getting to know Jackson can often prove very pleasant, if not sad, as his heart is bigger than his creepiness.

| Quirks |
-Cynical, sees corruption everywhere
-Child-like, grievous of his daughter's disappearance
-Twitchy, twitchy when excited

| Hobbies |
-Listening to really bad music
-Watching really bad movies
-Writing really bad poetry

| Likes |
-Children
-Bad Music
-Magic (Witches to Magicians)
-Bad Sci-Fi Stories
-Japanese Monster Movies
-Taking down criminals who've committed crimes against children
-Religious institutes

| Dislikes |
-Child Predators
-Big Corporations
-Hollywood
-Gang Culture
-Bad Role Models
-Being an Adult
-Atheists

| Fears |
-Never Finding Alicia
-Dying Too Soon
-Losing Everything he loves

| Place Of Origin |
Born in New Jersey and lived in rural Virginia for several years

| Family |
-Wife Chloe, Deceased, Non-Super
-Daughter Alicia, Kidnapped and Missing, Super with ability to produce large amounts of electrical energy and pseudo-solar energy.
-Other Family Deceased or Unknown

| History |
Jackson's life was fairly normal up until he was about 25. Up until then he was your average alternative press dude who enjoyed the less loved parts of society and got together with his high school sweetheart and married, their child Alicia born around his 20s and they lived a happy life of interesting Halloweens and his job as a bar owner and tender. Their life was perfect and rather uneventful.

On her fifth birthday, Alicia showed signs of her super powers and burst every light in a mall one day when a wild tantrum sent static electricity on a rampage during a shopping trip to the mall. The event was seen on a security cam and an unknown got their hands on the footage through means still unknown. A week later at their rural home, men in black vans appeared and stormed the household, killing Chloe, shooting Jackson in the chest clean through, and stealing away Alicia. Jackson managed to hold onto Alicia's necklace as she was being taken away and it ripped away into his hands.

As he lay dying, police showed up after being called by a worried neighbor and rushed Jackson to a Hospital for repairitive surgery in an attempt to save his life. During the recovery period, an unknown priest of unknown denomination came by Jackson's room. The priest knew Jackson would not make it, but felt a strong spirit in him that should not go to waste. He performed a ritual in which to attempt to keep Jackson alive. The ritual succeeded, and Jackson was saved from dying altogether, however, the ritual was not performed with enough speed and part of Jackson's life left him, leaving him in a state of limbo between life and death. The priest was never seen again.

When Jackson came too and left the hospital, he slowly discovered his newfound abilities and decided that he'd use this gift of half-life to exact revenge on whomever took his daughter, and steal her back. Five years later by the time of summoning, Jackson has made his name as a vigilante named Terror who hunts down those who commit crimes against children and families.

| Extra |
EST, On RPG Every day, Lover of Doctor Strange, Never leaving my A-Game at home ;D


_{Face Claim: Gerard Way}

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*continues rolling in self pity a day later*

I'm... Like... Dead. Working night shift at Taco Bell with all the drunks and Shit. I'm surprised I'm not completely brain dead. I'm off work Sunday I hope to God I'm going to be posting then.

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Gonna roll around in self pity for a little while and then post.

Long day at work and my daily grind on Ragnarok Online was a fucking fiasco.

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I'll try and post tonight. I've been hella busy with my new job and I'm quite tuckered out.

@Morose @Gilgex

Oooooohhhhhhh hand holding? What have those two been doing?

Terror and Lucifer: Origins (FrozenEcstasy x Morose)

Jackson's radars went off immediately. She fell for the new, classier, more intelligent bait. He hopped on his toes and followed the two through the crowd and phased through several people to do it. He watched very closely as they left and his plan immediately hit a snag, following farther without being noticed. "Ah come the fuck on..." he said to himself, looking from side to side in brief, yet calm, panic. He ran around a couple people towards the bathroom doors. The bathrooms were right next to the back wall of the building, with it being so late at night the back alley wouldn't be lit... he could run through one of the bathroom walls and float up to watch the vehicle ride out with the new cargo in tow. So, that's exactly what he did.

The two cars flanking the impala let Jackson know that they were pretty well manned for a gang and their business was a rather important one. White collar trafficking seemed most likely, which meant that he was up against thugs with serious money. That normally meant they were pretty supercilious with themselves, which would work towards his own ends in the long run. He was hoping the thugs had the run of the mill warehouse sort of deal as those were pretty easy to do a shit ton of flickering in, just as long as he didn't do too much too quick too often... but he normally liked possessing something in the warehouse in order to scare people shitless... or senselessly murder them with swinging chainsaws... fun night.

It looked like everyone was headed towards an airport area, which gave him the shivers. Loud plane noises near a warehouse were pretty good for masking the screams of dozens of women being raped and sold against their will right? It was taking awhile, but Jackson was managing to keep up with the cars from the sky, he just had to focus on the general aura of the girl he saw and follow it from an altitude that allowed him to keep up with the speed of the cars, and far enough above to stay out of sight, hence his current emo get-up where the black allowed him to blend in.

The Terror was now floating on his backside like he was laying down as he followed the car, turning over a purple colored gun in his hand labeled Nightmare. It was one of his babies and it had made several really nice shots. He had 6 cartridges for it and it's twin sister, but he's probably only going to need the ones currently in the guns, gang busts were normally psychological games, he just had to do it in a way to make sure the girl wasn't harmed. He was in the middle of debating going elm street or overdramatic ghost when the cars below came to a stop. Time to get ready for a night of blood.

@Morose

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Jackson Willis

The Terror

Location: Dock 32A, Grinning like an idiot
Interacting with: Lisa, @AbandonedIntel, Edwina - @Morose, Mercury - @Gilgex

In the middle of Jackson's dettached muttering over how insane it was for a fucking cartoon to be an actual, living creature sitting in front of him; he almost completely ignored the copy of the cute motherfucker sitting in front of him, giving him a simple nod of the head and muttering his name at the guy. Not soon after though, he heard a familiar voice grace his ears and he was pulled out of his brief funk. "Oh dear fuck." he told himself as he focused back on the real world and saw a figure from his past appear in front of him.

Jackson's lips curled into a wicked smile and he rose quickly into the air with a shout "EDWINA!!!" he twirled all around her while floating, expecting every inch of her for scars, bruises, or ripped clothing. He was about to gush at her, but their reunion was interupted as the woman who called herself Lisa began speaking on why they were all called here.

Jackson smiled as he heard her speak, it sounded like a good place to conduct the kind of manhunts he did by himself. Oh the rescources at his disposal to find his daughter and make sure he could keep other people from ever having to go through what he did, or at least punish those who put people through what he endured. "Shit man, I'm in, 100%. Now uh, riddle me this, do you have rescources to hunt down a missing person?" He asked, not expecting and immediate answer.

The ghosty dude went back to looking at Edwina for a second and was about to try and gush at her again and was immediately distracted once again by the creature that jumped over him before. The thing seemed to just swallow things into blackness. Mercury as he called himself was immediately a thing of intrigue to Jackson where before, like 10 minutes before, he saw him as something to avoid. Jackson watched the thing go into the darkness after the man who calmed himself Fenrir and felt deep in his stomach upon Mercury's return that Fenrir was no longer in existence in this world. Jackson was completely, morbidly fascinated with this idea and made it a mental note to get to know the guy.

Meanwhile, pan camera to girl who was almost forced into black market prostitution. Jackson shook his thoughts out and turned back to swirling in the air in front of Edwina. "How the hell have you been, didja visit my and Chloe's grave this year?" He asked with as warm a smile as he could muster. The last time he had seen Edwina he had told her about his wife and his near death experience and the two had the crazy idea to make a gravesite for him. Kind of a way to celebrate the fact he was still alive while mourning the fact part of his life had been snuffed out. God she was his favorite.