Dr. Jackson Lee HuntAge:
Born on February 19th, Jackson is Thirty-OneGender:
Seemingly Gay, Suggestively BiCharacter Type:
Ruggedly handsome with wavy jet-black hair, bright azure-blue eyes, and a neatly trimmed goatee, at six-foot-six and two hundred and forty-five pounds, Jackson certainly strikes a memorable image; however, for all his height and might, he manages to maintain a reserved quietness about himself, more often than not coming across as a gentle giant instead of a brutish behemoth, which he could so easily resort to given his impressive size and strength. Impeccably dressed at all times, even for the most casual of occasions, Jackson is often written off as a foppish metrosexual who seems to be far more interested in his outward appearance than anything of real substance, yet, get him speaking for more than a few minutes and he'll reveal, in a deep, Southern drawl - which is often infused with authentic wit and charm - that he's an individual far more interested in others than himself. Free of piercings and tattoos, Jackson rarely smokes - unless someone is offering up premium cigars - and only socially drinks, so his body has yet to show signs of unnecessary wear and tear. Skills
- Athletically Inclined: Growing up as the "tall one," essentially from the age of thirteen, and being naturally athletic instead of painfully awkward as most adolescents tend to be, Jackson often found himself taking the lead when it came to anything even remotely physical. As a result of this early childhood development, he continued to be a force to be reckoned with throughout most of his youth, dominating whatever field he played upon. Basketball, volleyball, track, hockey, and swimming were just a few of the sports that he not only played, but excelled at, so much so, he was approached by more than a few talent scouts, all of whom would have to be turned away for the sake of the family name. No child of the prestigious Hunt's was ever going to be caught dead pursuing such a lowly career!
- Ivy League Educated: While many would consider Jackson a triple threat, what with him being smart, good-looking, and physically gifted, it would be his mind that would win the race in the end and truly define the successful man he would someday become. Recognized early on for his impressive intellectual aptitude, he was not only encouraged to pursue such endeavors above all else, but pointedly - and relentlessly - advised by his parents to make the most of this God-given talent. Embracing a similar path that his father followed before him, Jackson majored in business at Harvard University; however, just to put his own personal spin on things, he also studied medicine. So by the end of his five years, he managed to earn himself a duel degree.
- Socially Savvy: Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Jackson was more or less thrust into an affluent world filled with countless cotillions and frequent fundraisers, as well as an overabundance of black tie affairs. Smart enough to know that each event was more or less a stepping stone towards something greater, the young man took every opportunity to not only perfect his etiquette and hone his social skills, but garner himself more than a few influential connections along the way. By the time he reached his mid-twenties, he was well on his way to becoming an upper echelon socialite, more than capable of holding his own among the crème de la crème of the South.
Refined almost to a fault, Jackson is what many would consider the personification of the stereotypical Southern gentleman. Well-spoken and mannered, it is rare - actually, virtually inconceivable - to find him in an unruly or unkempt state. To the average observer, he truly seems to have his entire act pulled neatly together; however, to those who know him more intimately or to those who have a sixth sense about such things, Jackson's calm, cool, and collected demeanor is slowly starting to unravel for reasons he much rather not discuss at this time, just know that he's not been the same since he started dabbling in Haitian Vodou.Backstory:
As the third eldest son of Hunter L. and Stephanie Erwin Hunt, Jackson was afforded the opportunity to focus more on being himself instead of being the heir - or spare, for that matter - apparent. That said, this didn't mean that his parents let him off easy, far from it, it just meant that they applied a little less pressure to their middle most child. Regretfully, this disproportionate attention managed to drive a wedge between him and his older brothers, partner this with Jackson's inability to ever do anything wrong - at least from their prejudiced point of view - and, well, an underlying layer of anger and resentment was inevitable among the three oldest siblings. Thankfully, Jackson still had his two younger brothers to turn to for emotional support, so the trio became steadfast allies in a family that wasn't above drawing lines when they felt threatened or when things simply weren't going their way.
Able to separate familial drama from the real world, Jackson naturally flourished both in social circles and at school. Regardless of what was ever happening on the home front, the young man managed to make the most of the numerous opportunities availed to him beyond the harrowing halls of Hunt Manor. As mandated by his parents, his focus remained chiefly on his academics, but this didn't keep him from dabbling in the countless athletic pursuits that brought him the most pleasure and joy. A wunderkind at juggling multiple responsibilities, Jackson made it all work to his advantage, just as he did with his growing - yet utterly false - reputation of being "light in the loafers."
By the time Jackson reached high school he had managed to pigeonhole himself as the class queer, an easy assumption seeing that he more or less "fit the bill." Thrilled that he had a scapegoat for having to spend any more time with the opposite sex than he needed to, he was able to focus on his studies and numerous extracurricular activities instead of allocating even a single moment to dating or, worse still, a girlfriend. Jackson simply didn't have such a thing slotted into his grand plan. There were only so many hours in the day and he just couldn't see himself wasting a minute on such trivial pursuits. When the time was right, he would open himself up to the possibilities, but not during the most critical years of his development. Contrary to the social norm, most of the guys in his class steered clear of harassing him seeing that he was not only the tallest, but the strongest within their ranks. Therefore, in the end, he was mostly left to his own devices, occasionally taking a break to squelch the advances of the brave young men who thought they had a chance with him.
Carrying this notion with him into his college years, Jackson remained true to his initial plan...or, at least he attempted to. Finding it a bit more challenging to remain focused on his heavy course load, as well as keep suitors of either sex at bay seeing that most of his unsupervised peers now had far more freedom to do and say whatever they wished, Jackson found himself seizing every opportunity to study abroad. His education was still his primary focus and he was willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals, even if it meant putting himself in situations completely at odds with his current - admittedly pampered - way of life. The more distance he could place between himself and those who thought college was nothing but one long kegger the better.
Taking whatever opportunities were available - typically those nobody else would even dare consider - Jackson soon found himself studying in a variety of backwater hospitals and living within a number of unsavory hostels in Central America, Asia, and Europe. Exposed to a vast array of exotic cultures that were sometimes welcoming but oftentimes not, the determined American dug deep and pushed through each semester abroad. Such studies were meant to challenge the young man, after all, and to make him a far more empathetic global citizen; however, in the end, what he received was a series of eye-opening experiences that literally brought his fact-based reality to its knees. The defining moment would come during his time in Hamburg, Germany.
Receiving a patient who appeared to be nothing more than a malnourished teenage girl, the young doctor-to-be would come to learn - and reluctantly accept - that she was actually a newly born lycanthropic creature who had been separated from her pack pre-transition. Initially ignoring her pleas to be released, as well as her nonsensical ramblings about not being of this world, Jackson finally gave in once he had exhausted all other forms of treatment. It seemed that no matter what he tried, he simply could not satisfy her bestial hunger, so against his better judgment he set her free. Upon releasing her of her restraints, which had ironically been put in place for her safety, he bore witness to her true nature and stood by in stunned silence as she tore out the throat of his nursing assistant and then proceeded to ravage the remains until her hunger was satiated. Spared from a similar fate, for reasons he simply could not comprehend at the time - and doesn't entirely understand to this day - Jackson was free to return to his logical, albeit mundane, world; however, clearly everything had changed as a result of this horrific event.
The world as he once knew it no longer existed. Humans weren't the only highly evolved species on the planet. There were others, many
others he would soon come to learn - such as the diminutive Aluxo'ob of Guatemala, the beautiful Merfolk of Syria, and the noble Tigress of Bangladesh, just to name a few - who walked upon God's green earth. Now that his eyes and mind were truly open to the endless possibilities, there was no going back. He had to know more about each and every one of them, but such research would have to be done in a mutually beneficial way, as well as in a methodical and respectful manner. It would be poor planning on his part to continue roaming around the planet halfcocked. He needed to settle down and set up shop, and where better to do that than in the reliably strange yet undoubtedly seductive city of New Orleans? If any place could serve as a supernatural nexus it would be The Big Easy, this much Jackson was certain of.
Little did he know, all those years ago, upon setting up his private practice, just how right he would come to be! Character Ons/Offs:
Very similar to my own, which is very open to the point of being limitless, especially when it comes to anything of a sexual nature. The only thing that begins to bother me, even just a little, is when my character is asked to harm or kill a defenseless - and I stress the word defenseless - woman, child or animal for no apparent reason. Senseless brutality against these three character types is just not my thing. I'll fade to black long before I'll ever explore such things. Violence against other men? Sure! Violence against supernatural beings who are trying to slaughter my character? You bet! But never against those who cannot protect or defend themselves accordingly. Feel free to PM me for further clarification on the subject.