Height: 5'10" / 178 cm
Weight: 173 lbs / 78.5 kg
Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of proper etiquette… largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land, a little stunned by the big city. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:
Brought into this world on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland, still damn near wilderness. It was absolutely perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by rise of Quirks in the modern ring revitalizing the sport, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated athletics.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the class learned of the coming Hands-On program. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for grants and spoke to a talent scout, redoubling his efforts in sports and academics to earn the right to attend. To his surprise, they said his quirk had potential, and invited him in. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a short plane ride to the big city to discover the next great adventure.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland, still damn near wilderness. It was absolutely perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by rise of Quirks in the modern ring revitalizing the sport, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated athletics.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the class learned of the coming Hands-On program. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for grants and spoke to a talent scout, redoubling his efforts in sports and academics to earn the right to attend. To his surprise, they said his quirk had potential, and invited him in. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a short plane ride to the big city to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout
Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
- Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
- Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
- Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
- Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
- Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
- Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute.
