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Owen Hunter Jackson || Biography

I'm a hold my cards close, I'm a wreck what I love most, I'm a first-class let-down, I'm a shut up, sit down.

Age: 24

Birthday: November 2nd

Species: Metahuman

Power: Gyrokinesis (undocumented)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: A mechanic (in a totally legal establishment that definitely doesn’t flip stolen cars) by day, and a (questionable) unaffiliated vigilante by night

Owen Jackson, or just Jackson, as he prefers, is a bastard. A son of a bitch, if you will. A certified asshole with a hell of a drinking problem and an affinity to drugs that could block out even the worst of memories. A man that spends most of his nights out, getting too drunk to think straight, looking for the closest warm body to provide some sense of comfort.

Now, Jackson didn’t plan on settling in Pansaw. In fact, he didn’t really plan on settling anywhere, but when things fell into place, and suddenly he found  himself with a job and a place to live, he really couldn’t say no. After years of being on the run on his own, even Jackson, the king of being ‘fine, just fine thanks’ craved a sense of normalcy, a secure place to live that wasn’t the back of a stolen car, or a space wedged between two dumpsters. It was a wonder, even to him, that he’d gotten this lucky, especially after trying to sell some recently stolen goods in a local pawn shop, only for the owner to take a liking to him and offer him the space above his shop to live at a decent price, and promised to hook him up with a job at an automotive repair shop not far that his nephew owned. While the apartment was small and in need of some serious TLC, and the job may have required some less than legal activities, Jackson was tired of running and was ready for a break.

But life wasn’t always like this for Jackson.

The Before

Born on a cold, rainy November morning in Detroit, Owen Jackson was the only son of Maria and Hunter Jackson, and they were a seemingly normal family. Maria was a cook and Hunter was a police officer with the city. While they seemed normal, Hunter had a secret. From the time he’d hit puberty he’d possessed incredible abilities far beyond the average human. Working in law enforcement, he’d heard whispers, and he knew that keeping his abilities under wraps would be crucial to keeping his family safe. Around this time the presence of metahumans became known after the incident with the telekinetic meta in Pansaw, and Hunter knew he’d have to be extra careful. So, Hunter kept his powers a secret, shared only with a few and not even with his son, figuring that he’d wait till Jackson was older.

But Hunter never got a chance to tell his son, because everything changed one day when he was out on a call with his partner, Mark, that went south and resulted in Hunter having to use his powers. But Hunter and Mark had trained at the police academy at the same time and Hunter considered him one of his closest friends. But what Hunter didn’t know, was that Mark was in love with his wife, and Owen’s mother, Maria. Everything happened quickly after Mark found out about Hunter’s powers, and one day, Hunter disappeared somewhere between his commute to work one morning, taken like so many metahumans were during that time. The fact that Mark had turned in his own best friend and partner was a secret that would die with him.

Mark was quick to swoop in after Hunter disappeared, taking his place in Maria and Jackson’s lives as if he was entitled to the role. Jackson was only 11 when his father disappeared, and by the time he was 13, Mark was living with them, and his own powers started to make an appearance. It started out small enough, but Jackson didn’t know what was happening to him, and Mark saw an opportunity to solidify his role in Maria’s life for good. Promising that he would protect Jackson, and help keep his powers concealed, Maria agreed to marry him. While Maria gave up her last name, Jackson kept it, insisting that’s what he wanted to go by, instead of Owen, in his own personal attempt to keep his father close to him.

Mark was controlling, to say the least, and while Jackson hated how he spoke to his mother, and twisted his way into every aspect of her life, his mother insisted she was happy, and just wanted them to be safe. Anger and rebellion were things that Jackson very quickly became familiar with through his teen years as no answers were found to his father’s whereabouts, and Mark’s possessiveness of his mother made life at home tense. By the time Jackson turned 18, he’d found himself a job and moved out the moment he could.

Everything seemed fine for a while, that was until Jackson started seeing the questionable bruises with stories that didn’t add up. But of course, he was never able to get his mother to admit that Mark was hitting her since she was still hellbent on making sure that Jackson was protected. Jackson’s life was turned upside down once again when he went over to his mom and Mark’s place to surprise her, only to find her beaten and bloody, and Mark in a rage. Up until that point, Jackson’s power had always been something minor in his life, a little party trick that he rarely ever used. But that day, seeing his mother in that state, flipped a switch in him and he exploded. As Mark came to him, Jackson’s hands spread and a level of power he didn’t know he possessed flew out of him in his own rage. For a moment there was chaos and yelling as everything around him was suddenly given an added level of gravity that could only destroy.

The effort alone had knocked Jackson on his ass, and it took a moment for his head to clear and realize what he’d just done. Mark’s body lay on the ground, a heap of crushed bones, no longer looking quite like himself at all as his body hadn’t been able to handle the level of gravity that had been pushed upon it. While the sight had left Jackson’s stomach churning, as he looked past Mark’s body, what he saw next made him want to heave. His mother, further from his blast of anger, was on the floor, gasping and struggling to breathe. The last word that Jackson heard from his mother’s lips as she died was ‘run’.

The Now

Four years have passed since that day.

Staying undocumented in Pansaw isn’t an easy task for Jackson, but with such a distrust for the system that had hurt and exploited his family, Jackson isn’t ready to make his powers known. He’d been careful over the years, to keep his powers concealed, though of course he had to use them to survive. Now though, with the guilt that rests deep in his core, knowing what he’d done to his mother, and Mark (though there wasn’t much remorse for him), and the fact that his father had been someone who’d vowed to protect and serve others, Jackson made a quiet promise to himself to try to be better, as if he could make up for the things he’s done.

He hadn’t intended for that promise to manifest into what it did, but after a night out of drinking and trying to forget his trauma, he passed a woman being mugged, and while he knew he shouldn’t get involved, he pulled his hood up and beat the shit out of the guy. Jackson would never consider himself a hero. No, He’d never consider himself good enough for that title. Not when he could only picture Mark’s face as he beat in the face of a guy that was harassing a group of young women outside a bar, or when he took down a group of people that were beating up on some kid and he was barely sober enough to walk in a straight line. Jackson wasn’t responsible enough to consider himself a hero, but maybe there was a part of him, deep down, that wants to be something his parents could have been proud of.