P S Y C H O

Jackson - 28 - Pansexual - Male - Vigilante (Just because I'm crazy doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing.)

[hero-scorned]

jackson-psycho‌:

Jackson laughed, standing up and adjusting his jacket. “Die? Sweetheart, death is no threat to me.” He spoke, taking a step closer to the woman, “And I’ll get in the way of whoever I damn please.” He said menacingly with a smirk.

Renee scoffed at him “Is that supposed to be intimidating? Because you look like a kid that attends Sunday School, I can’t take you seriously” she chuckled, not at all phased as he came closer “Run home to momma, junior. You’re not a part of anything happening here and no one gives a rats ass about you”

[jackson-psycho]

Jackson was getting increasingly angry as ran a tongue over his teeth. "I'm glad to know you find my looks that youthful." The man replied, rolling his shoulders back and winking. "If I was going to run to my mother I would've thought twice before jamming a knife through her trachea, yeah?" The man spoke quickly as his eye twitched from his temper.

[hero-scorned]

jackson-psycho‌:

Jackson sighed, fireflying his cigarette before standing up and picking up his knife. “If you’re done trying to get me to leave the city, sure, darling.” The man spoke smoothly, looking down at Renee.

“I don’t give a shit what you do, you wanna die then by all means stay, that’s your business and all that…Just don’t get in the way of the professionals. That’s my warning to you” She said simply.

[jackson-psycho]

Jackson laughed, standing up and adjusting his jacket. "Die? Sweetheart, death is no threat to me." He spoke, taking a step closer to the woman, "And I'll get in the way of whoever I damn please." He said menacingly with a smirk.

[hero-scorned]

jackson-psycho‌:

“Hm, understandable, but impeccably rude.” The man spoke calmly as he took in his surroundings. “Hm, perhaps not, maybe it’s just an ego thing. And that I will admit guilt to.” He replied smoothly, taking another drag and slightly laughing.

Renee mimed looking at a watch that she didn’t have, before rolling her eyes “Look are you done, because I have more inane conversations to get through before the day is out and your act is getting old real fast”

[jackson-psycho]

Jackson sighed, fireflying his cigarette before standing up and picking up his knife. "If you're done trying to get me to leave the city, sure, darling." The man spoke smoothly, looking down at Renee.

[hero-scorned]

jackson-psycho‌:

The man frowned, not impressed by the woman in front of him, ignoring her comment. “Monologuing? I’d need a few more minutes to hit that mark.” He spat, not bothered by the smoke as he pulled out his own pack and a lighter. As he lit his own he copied the woman’s action, “I can do that just as well.”

“Well, maybe I just mindfully trailed off because I was bored…” she offered, the woman only then blowing out a smoke ring “I don’t really care, smoking isn’t a competition, what are you, 10?” she said simply with a snicker.

[jackson-psycho]

"Hm, understandable, but impeccably rude." The man spoke calmly as he took in his surroundings. "Hm, perhaps not, maybe it's just an ego thing. And that I will admit guilt to." He replied smoothly, taking another drag and slightly laughing.

[jackson-psycho]

Jackson laughed. Nothing was funny, not to the average person anyway. "Leave? Miss what's going to be the most interesting event of my lifetime? Never." He spoke calmly, his accent accentuating his words. The knife he twirled between his fingers gleamed in the light. "Plus, violence is always something that excites me." He said menacingly, a smirk spreading across his face and showing his fang like K9s.

[hero-scorned]

“Right, are you done talking?” The cyborg said simply, shaking her head at the other, not at all bothered by him. “I don’t have time for this monologuing, what do you all go through some sort of training to waste time?” she said as she lit herself a cigarette and then blew out smoke in his direction.

[jackson-psycho]

The man frowned, not impressed by the woman in front of him, ignoring her comment. "Monologuing? I'd need a few more minutes to hit that mark." He spat, not bothered by the smoke as he pulled out his own pack and a lighter. As he lit his own he copied the woman's action, "I can do that just as well."

[jackson-psycho]

Jackson laughed. Nothing was funny, not to the average person anyway. "Leave? Miss what's going to be the most interesting event of my lifetime? Never." He spoke calmly, his accent accentuating his words. The knife he twirled between his fingers gleamed in the light. "Plus, violence is always something that excites me." He said menacingly, a smirk spreading across his face and showing his fang like K9s.

[jackson-psycho]

Jackson's Intro

JACKSON BAXTER is a 28 year old PANSEXUAL, MALE, HE/HIM  that hails from LONDON, UK. In 2012 they are known as the vigilante PSYCHO with the power of NOT EXPERIENCING PAIN. He is also very proficient in weaponry. Some people say they look a lot like DANIEL HOWELL. They are CHARISMATIC but can be PSYCHOPATHIC. They are a inspired VIGILANTE wanting to join the SHADOW SOCIETY.