{ finn cole, male, he/him } Is that JASON MACAVOY? I heard the TWENTY-NINE year old belongs to the OUTLAWS MC as an ENFORCER. I’d stay away from them if I were you. I heard they were HARD-HEADED, but they can also be LOYAL, so proceed at your own risk.
stats.
full name: jason thomas macavoy nicknames: jay, jayjay, mac birthday: april 5th age: twenty- eight birthplace: los angles, ca (lincoln heights) star sign: ares gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual relationship status: single gang affiliation: outlaws mc rank: enforcer cover: bouncer at neon dreams & occasional street fighter theme song: warrior by bonez
physical.
face claim: finn cole hair color: dirty blonde eye color: icy blue height: 6ft 2in weight: 200lbs build: big, burly, and muscular, very tom hardy in the warrior tattoos: yes, similar to my tommy boy above scars: many, more scar than skin, each with a story. most notable a large stab wound on his left side from a cheap shot after collecting a debt in Mexico for the Outlaws. hair style: typically keeps it short
family.
mother: heidi macavoy, estranged stepfather: tommy fowler, deceased father: ma never mentioned him siblings: none that he knows of pets: none
personality.
positives (+): determined, dauntless, loyal, strong negatives (-): reckless, hot headed, stubborn, uncouth MBTI: ISTP fears: psssh none dancing & losing the people closest to him element: fire hogwarts house: gryffindor drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: rarely, thinks it throw off his fighting game/ yes/ yes aesthetics: a string of purpling bruises fresh from a fight, a pack of marlboro reds to take the edge off, raw knuckles, broken beer bottles, cigarette smoke clouding a room, gaping holes in the wall, more scar than skin, thick layer of sweat sheathing toned muscles & the ol’ 1, 2 straight to the dome. character inpso: tom conlon (warrior), ryan atwood (the oc), will turner (pirates), rip wheeler (yellowstone), billy hope (southpaw), j cody (animal kingdom), johnny lawrence (cobra kai), jon snow (GoT)
biography.
TW: fighting, death, alcohol toxic masculinity Jason Macavoy came into the world fighting, and he had been fighting ever since. His mother, a struggling actress, had just stepped foot on set when her first born son barreled into the world with clenched fists and a battle cry that would make his father proud. Not the washed up middleweight champ who couldn’t make it to the hospital on such short notice —the one Jason would grow up calling father— but the one night stand who knocked up Heidi Macavoy all those years ago. Growing up in Lincoln Heights Jason was a handful: rambunctious, brimming with unbridled energy, and a temper that would only grow with time. He had trouble learning how to read and was easily set off by a poor test score or an off-handed taunt made by a classmate, landing him in several schoolyard scuffles. By the time Jason was five, his mother fled to pursue the career and the life she had always dreamed of, leaving Jason in the care of his wayward step-father. His step-father wasn’t good for much anymore except for drinking and coaching, but Tommy was there and he was the only one who recognized Jason’s potential. He saw that for what his step-son lacked in brains, he made up for in athletic prowess. Young Jason was a natural talent when it came to fighting, and Tommy helped channel all his energy and anger into MMA in particular. He bloomed into a fighting prodigy and Tommy helped him get into all the right fights, oftentimes road tripping to Vegas to get the buzz building around Jason. His determination was feral, and the boy wanted nothing more than to prove himself worthy of his mother’s love, one victory he’d never be able to manage. By the time Jason was 16, he became the youngest fighter in MMA history to secure a UFC contract. He was said to have the best left hook since Connor McGregor and was called a “child prodigy” by many in the fighting world. But as Jason’s athletic abilities continued to grow, so did his competitive edge and hot temper that continued to get him into trouble in and out of the cage. During a championship tournament of his short lived professional career, Jason had made a spectacle, allowing a foul to the boy’s side to ignite a wrath in him he didn’t even know he had. He went wild, shouting and swearing at the referee for the unfair call before striking him and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. He was disqualified from competition and barred from the league before he even had a chance to prove himself. Not long after Jason was banned from competition, his step-father passed away and his mother still wanted nothing to do with him. More lost than ever Jason turned to underground street fighting to get his fix. It was then Jason found the the Outlaws or rather they found him smack in the middle of a bar brawl at the tender age of seventeen. Young and hungry for a place that could appreciate and refine his raw potential, Jason was recruited by the crew. He now works a bouncer and street fighter and has spent the last eleven years with the MC, becoming one of their most loyal enforcers and fighters, growing more and more accustomed to the gritty underground lifestyle, the brawls, the arguments, the booze. He’s done "dirty work" for the MC on several occasions, gone on jobs for them all over, and has even disappeared for months on end to complete them. Most recently, Jason was sent to collect a debt in Mexico for the Outlaws and turned up back in L.A. a little while ago, just in time for the Hollow to strike and the chaos to begin. His step-father’s voice in his head had never been more clear to him: fight.
headcanons.
Jason is a simple guy with simple needs, especially when it comes to technology. He currently uses a refurbished Nokia phone with a T9 keypad, hence why he texts like a 12 year old. That said, Jay would much rather call someone than text and rarely uses social media. He does have an instagram account that was made for him against his will (WC?), and he pops on to like the occasional photo every now and again. Basically, he’s an old soul at heart and if he has to talk to someone he’d rather do it in person not behind a screen.
Jason rarely ever talks about his short stint in the MMA and denies that he misses it, but the excitement in his voice when he watches a match on TV betrays him every. damn. time. So naturally hand to hand combat is his preferred method of taking care of business and his fighting style in the field is to defend and disarm first but isn't afraid take someone out if it's necessary. He’s not a complete idiot and knows you can’t bring fists to a gun fight and is very capable with a weapon should he need it.
He has absolutely no love for traitors and snitches, and he sure as all hell believes they get deserve whatever the hell is coming to them. To him, it’s a crime far worse than murder and nothing pisses him off more than deceit on that level.
Jason is a pool shark. His step-father taught him when he was a kid. Every Wednesday night they’d go to Foley’s Bar to play and Tommy would used Jason to hustle customers. Sure, he had essentially taken a kid to the bar with him and it was to keep him distracted while the man drank, but those are some of Jay’s most cherished memories with him.
Rare, but get Jason drunk enough and he can low-key rap along to the best of ‘em. Get Rich or Die Tryin was the first CD he ever bought nicked from the corner store and for better or for worse, he knows every single word of that album by heart.
Christina Aguilera stan. The Dirrty music video did something to his pre-teen brain chemistry & he wasn’t the same since. He totally had her poster hanging in his bedroom growing up, even took it with him when he moved out.
Jason owns a Ducati and a ‘96 Camaro. Both in his favorite color, red. The Camaro was his step-father’s before he died which he inherited and fixed it up himself. He’s super handy. The Ducati was his first big boy purchase after making some extra cash. They are both his prized possessions.
Always has a pack of Marlboro’s Reds in his back pocket and turns one upside down whenever he opens a fresh pack because someone once told him that if you made it to the last cigarette in your pack it meant you lived to see another day. Whether he shares or not, remains to be seen.
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