Jackson Gold
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Birthday:
- 14 Apr 2009
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Brighton, England
- Function:
- Second year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 23,9 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
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Jackson Gold
Physical Description:
"ah- right, uh, I've got to describe myself, huh?"
Jackson stands at around 5'4 feet or 164 centimeters. He's got a rather slim figure, having never been too interested in sports and such like the other boys around his age. Whenever asked why, Jackson would simply shrug and reply with, "not sure, just not competitive." However, despite his tall, thin stature, he was able to pack a pretty good punch and was usually covered in bruises and bandaids from scuffles. Jackson has short, fluffy brown hair that is constantly falling in his eyes. It's gotten a bit long after the summer, and he hasn't bothered to get it cut. Behind golden rimmed glasses, Jackson has a pair of hazel green eyes, ones that'll pierce into your soul- jk, he's not edgy or anything.
Mental Description:
"mental? what, do they think I'm from an asylum? rude."
Jackson is a pretty reserved person, but only because he hates that awkward small talk period you have to go through when meeting someone. He can be a bit snappish at times, especially if the weather's too hot or his glasses broke. That could be described as having a bit of a hot temper. But despite the sometimes rude air he carries, Jackson is a nice person to have as a friend.
Biography:
"so now they want to know what my home life is like- fine. now bug off, will yah?"
Jackson grew up in a typical townhouse in Brighton, England, with his mother, Alyssa Niccals-Gold, his father, Christopher Gold, and his older sister, Rosalind. Jackson's older sister had already gone through the system years ahead of him, and she had a job with the ministry now. His mother worked at a bakery in Brighton, and his father owned a rather successful plant shop in Diagon Alley. While his mother could be a bit strict at times, mostly everything was fine... except that his older sister was the golden child. Everything she did was always ten times better than anything Jackson ever did. Jackson tended to be over-shadowed, and to get the attention away from his sister, he would regularly get into fights and into trouble.
"...at least they would look at me for once, not through me. Even if they were yelling."
First Instance of Magic:
"Oh come on now- do we really have to?"
He was 8 years old, and his older sister had just gotten a reward for being such a good student at school. It was probably the fifth one she had gotten that year, and once again, his parents were tripping over themselves as they congratulated her, gave her presents, stuff like that. He was stuck in the corner of the living room, trying to speak up to ask for some help on his homework, but was brushed off again and again.
The neglect he was getting from his parents hit like a freight train. A little bubble of hatred and the purest form of sadness began to grow inside of him from that moment on. Jackson was angry, upset, and most importantly, he just wanted to be loved.
So, in response to his parent's obsession with this newest reward, Jackson had stared at the trophy his sister had been given, thinking of all the things his parents would congratulate him on if Rosalind never had gotten it. The next thing he knew, the trophy was replaced by a live snake. Rosalind had screamed, dropped the wiggling snake, and then proceeded to climb on top of the kitchen table, sobbing. Maybe Jackson forgot to mention that she was afraid of snakes.
Instead of his parents congratulating him for discovering his magic, they locked him in his room and told him he should think about how rude that was. At first, he really did do that. Jackson sat on his bed and stared at the carpet, thinking over why he made his sister upset. After a few silent minutes of thinking, however, Jackson came to the conclusion that, yeah, maybe he shouldn't have turned it into a snake, but he didn't even know he could do magic!
When his parents came back about an hour later, to ask what he had thought over, he had responded by telling them they were mean and that his sister deserved it. Needless to say, he didn't get dinner that night.
https://open.spotify.com/track/0IUprcNj ... 412afc4e7e
"ah- right, uh, I've got to describe myself, huh?"
Jackson stands at around 5'4 feet or 164 centimeters. He's got a rather slim figure, having never been too interested in sports and such like the other boys around his age. Whenever asked why, Jackson would simply shrug and reply with, "not sure, just not competitive." However, despite his tall, thin stature, he was able to pack a pretty good punch and was usually covered in bruises and bandaids from scuffles. Jackson has short, fluffy brown hair that is constantly falling in his eyes. It's gotten a bit long after the summer, and he hasn't bothered to get it cut. Behind golden rimmed glasses, Jackson has a pair of hazel green eyes, ones that'll pierce into your soul- jk, he's not edgy or anything.
Mental Description:
"mental? what, do they think I'm from an asylum? rude."
Jackson is a pretty reserved person, but only because he hates that awkward small talk period you have to go through when meeting someone. He can be a bit snappish at times, especially if the weather's too hot or his glasses broke. That could be described as having a bit of a hot temper. But despite the sometimes rude air he carries, Jackson is a nice person to have as a friend.
Biography:
"so now they want to know what my home life is like- fine. now bug off, will yah?"
Jackson grew up in a typical townhouse in Brighton, England, with his mother, Alyssa Niccals-Gold, his father, Christopher Gold, and his older sister, Rosalind. Jackson's older sister had already gone through the system years ahead of him, and she had a job with the ministry now. His mother worked at a bakery in Brighton, and his father owned a rather successful plant shop in Diagon Alley. While his mother could be a bit strict at times, mostly everything was fine... except that his older sister was the golden child. Everything she did was always ten times better than anything Jackson ever did. Jackson tended to be over-shadowed, and to get the attention away from his sister, he would regularly get into fights and into trouble.
"...at least they would look at me for once, not through me. Even if they were yelling."
First Instance of Magic:
"Oh come on now- do we really have to?"
He was 8 years old, and his older sister had just gotten a reward for being such a good student at school. It was probably the fifth one she had gotten that year, and once again, his parents were tripping over themselves as they congratulated her, gave her presents, stuff like that. He was stuck in the corner of the living room, trying to speak up to ask for some help on his homework, but was brushed off again and again.
The neglect he was getting from his parents hit like a freight train. A little bubble of hatred and the purest form of sadness began to grow inside of him from that moment on. Jackson was angry, upset, and most importantly, he just wanted to be loved.
So, in response to his parent's obsession with this newest reward, Jackson had stared at the trophy his sister had been given, thinking of all the things his parents would congratulate him on if Rosalind never had gotten it. The next thing he knew, the trophy was replaced by a live snake. Rosalind had screamed, dropped the wiggling snake, and then proceeded to climb on top of the kitchen table, sobbing. Maybe Jackson forgot to mention that she was afraid of snakes.
Instead of his parents congratulating him for discovering his magic, they locked him in his room and told him he should think about how rude that was. At first, he really did do that. Jackson sat on his bed and stared at the carpet, thinking over why he made his sister upset. After a few silent minutes of thinking, however, Jackson came to the conclusion that, yeah, maybe he shouldn't have turned it into a snake, but he didn't even know he could do magic!
When his parents came back about an hour later, to ask what he had thought over, he had responded by telling them they were mean and that his sister deserved it. Needless to say, he didn't get dinner that night.
https://open.spotify.com/track/0IUprcNj ... 412afc4e7e