Physical Description: With a shock of brown hair and olive skin, Jason is a bit short for his age. At any given time he can be found in oversized hoodies and jeans. He favors graphic tees and ripped clothing, and most of his shopping is done at thrift stores. He doesn't own a singular white shirt that hasn't been turned gray in the laundry machine.

Mental Description: Quiet and kind of nerdy, Jason favors corners and walls. You'll often find him with his hands in his pockets, present but not interacting. He doesn't really know how to is the truth. He prefers to be quiet rather than awkward. Nothing can go wrong if he nods along and just goes with the flow. He hopes.

Biography: Raised by a lower class family, Jason often wondered how long he'd have to wait before his life began. He saw the other kids around him go skiing, and hid the field trip permission forms, knowing the 30 bucks would be too much for his family to afford, and not wanting to see the pursed lipped disappointment on their faces. He hadn't spoken with his father in far too long, so long he barely remembered his face. His mother and her husband never fought though. He supposed that was the upside. They were always working, always stressed. So he learned how to deal with problems on his own. Getting bullied at school was insignificant in the face of his parents struggling to find work. The fact that he went to school in the first place was a privilege, really. That's what his mom said anyway.

First Instance of Magic: His parents had bought him an itchy sweater. It made him claw at his neck and wish to be anywhere but inside it. When they requested he put the pink monstrosity on, he found it had shrunk enough to fit his little brother. It had never been in the washer or dryer before.