Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 0:02:54 GMT -5
Full Name: Jayden Wright
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Dorm: Lyra
Power: Jayden's major ability is flight, although it comes with so many setbacks that he rarely sees a need to use it. His wings are normally folded and squeezed as closely to his body as possible so they don't take up more room than necessary, and he feels a need to preen them constantly so take care of any molting feathers or debris caught within them. This takes so much maintenance that he rarely wishes to extend them so he can focus on more important things unless they begin to cramp. In order to have enough energy to make it off of the ground more more than a few seconds, though, he must consume large amounts of food--normally three times his own body weight (his weight being 94 lbs) throughout the day as he continues expending energy. For this reason, he normally doesn't fly around unless he knows that he has a massive storage of food to revitalize himself afterwards. Since he doesn't use this power often, though, his wing muscles are not up to par and can only do so much to keep himself in the air. At this point, he can currently fly for just over three hours in one day and needs at least two days of rest afterwards to completely recuperate.
In order for his flight ability to even function, though, his bones were harmed in the process. Jayden does not have human bones, although they stay in a human structure (minus the addition of his second arms, or wings). They are porous, bird-like bones that allow him to lift him into the air quite easily; however, they also hold the drawback of being extremely brittle. Jayden can hardly take a punch in fear that his bones will shatter, and they take quite a while to heal since he was not imbued with a regenerative ability. This does give him a form of enhanced speed, though, and his main focus has always been dodging. These two together allow him to evade attacks fairly well, but he has suffered through more than a few bedridden days from simply tripping over his own feet.
With the territory of being a spliced blue jay creature, Jayden also has the ability to communicate with his own kind. While he can somewhat understand other birds, he finds it like listening to the dialect of people from the same nation. There are some who speak with heavier dialects than others, and most times, he might have to ask the bird to repeat itself or politely decline the conversation and apologize for his limited knowledge of other languages. He is slowly developing this aspect of himself and wishes to become more proficient.
Appearance: The first thing that people may notice about Jayden is, sadly, his wings, which are both his pride and the bane of his existence. When fully extended, they are seven feet long and bear a blue jay's patterns. These colors are reflected in his hair as well: the main part of his hair is a brilliant royal blue and cascades down to his lower back. White-streaked bangs hang low enough to cover his brown eyes when they are not pinned back or pushed out of the way constantly, and while he does thoroughly enjoy the length of his hair, it also causes quite a few problems when he does decide to take to the sky. To avoid this, he usually has a set of bobby pins and hair ties somewhere on his person, and he sometimes styles his hair out of boredom or a blast of muse with nothing else to take out his creativity on.
His skin is lightly tanned from his enjoyment of the outdoors, and there is a distinct dark brown, almost tribal marking under his right eye that spills down his cheek. This brand is a tattoo given to him by the doctor that spliced his DNA together with the blue jay's. While he doesn't mind it, he also doesn't enjoy others blatantly pointing it out, commenting that it looks strange, or asking what it means. For the most part, he can shrug it off, but if he feels irritated that day, he will most likely seethe about it for more than a few minutes.
Build-wise, Jayden stands at 5'11" and has a lithe frame with just enough muscle to get him by with his lifestyle. This also hinders him in flight, but it does put less stress on his brittle bones. He does boast a wonderful amount of dexterity, though, and uses this to his advantage while crafting, whether it is painting, sculpting, or writing.
Jayden normally dons only a small bit of jewelry, which consists of mainly his pewter hoop earrings and sometimes rings, necklaces, or fake snakebites. Overall, his look is casual and he would rather be dressed in a simple long-sleeved white shirt and jeans than suited up for an interview. He also feels less sorrow ripping apart dingy clothing to fit his wings through and doesn't care that over half of his wardrobe is plastered with paints and clay.
Personality: When one first meets Jayden, they will notice that he does not hide his emotions. Jayden is generally emotional and doesn't feel a need to keep himself contained, so when he's happy, he enjoys spreading that love to anyone willing to accept it. On the flipside, if he becomes upset, he is prone to bursting out into a fit of tears, whether it is through anger or sorrow. His favorite thing to do is make other people happy, so when this does happen, he would much prefer hiding away until he calms down rather than taking it out on the people around him. He appreciates everything and everyone he has, and the absolute last thing he wants to do is lose them to his own shortcomings. He is self-critical to a fault and finds himself lacking in more than a few departments; namely, correct social skills and his own artistic shortcomings as well as his overall inability to defend himself.
When it comes to things that do upset him, the list can be rather extensive, but they only truly become a problem when they begin piling up. He can normally shrug them off and continue on with his day, forgiving those that accidentally prod at his internal wad of anxiety; however, three or four in succession could be enough to send him down a spiral. These include, but are not limited to: attacking his friends verbally or physically, knocking Jayden himself over, insulting his artwork, asking nagging questions about his tattoo or past, pointing out how much he eats, and even touching his wings without asking. Compliments in rapid-fire also unnerve him and could fluster the boy, rendering him incapable of forcing out more than a quiet, stuttered response while turned away.
To remedy these situations, he often buries himself in art. Creativity is the only cure he has found to his emotional state, and it forces him to clear his mind and show his emotions through another medium. He feels as if he is imbuing his art with the state of mind he is in as he works on it, but he rarely keeps the art unless it is for a grade. More often than not, he is unsatisfied with his work and will dispose of it, not thinking it fit to even gift as a mediocre present to even the least friendly of friends, but he will at least be calmer and will amp himself back up through listening to music or tweeting out a song in his own native birdtongue. He doesn't find his human singing voice attractive but will hum nonetheless if around other people. He prefers singing in a language others can't understand simply because he feels a sense of security in the unknown. He feels it is like a secret that only he and birdkind know of and will sing back to other birds if called to. Generally, he does appreciate the company of other human or human-like beings over birds, though.
Picture: Updated image coming soon~
Weaknesses: Jayden's main weaknesses include his emotional instability, bones, and lack of knowledge on how to use his skills to better himself.
His emotional instability can be crippling at times, especially in tense situations where his flight response is triggered and there is nowhere to escape. He deals with a great amount of self-induced anxiety and is learning slowly how to control himself and present himself in a proper manner, but just because he knows how to do it does not necessarily mean that he follows that protocol at all times. He adores clinging to people and just generally being near them, and he can be upset easily if he is told that he is an annoyance or if any threat or bad intentions are given to him or his friends. He is trying to make himself a better person, but it will be quite a while before he matures enough to know how to properly put everything into action and have it balanced with his open, free-spirited personality.
His bones are dense and hollow, and while this may help him with his flying, it also means that the weight of the muscle on his body provides a challenge. While bird bones are capable of enduring hits fairly well, in Jayden's case, they are already under the pressure of bulkier human-like muscles which cripple their endurance. This does provide him with a speed enhancement and reduces his weight greatly, but at a fairly large cost.
His lack of knowledge is his most hated shortcoming. Jayden knows that he has a lot to learn in the ways of the world, but his laziness and constant struggle to keep himself happy and amused cuts into the time that he could be using to learn how to, say, eat enough meals a day and build up the endurance and strength to keep himself flying for four hours a day without getting too tired. He also needs help with the basics; i.e. cooking, cleaning, and learning better study skills. Eventually, he plans to learn all of these things, but for right now, he would much rather focus on learning to paint water without giving himself a headache every time and scrapping the canvas altogether.
Strengths: Jayden's main strengths include his artistic abilities, speed, and determination.
Jayden is actually fairly well-versed in the world of art. His favorite activities are writing, sculpting, and painting, but he also sings and adores arranging flowers. He has thought to do other art forms before, but he is afraid of dancing because of his brittle bones, and which characters exactly could he perform in a theatrical piece with his wings? He prefers solitary work over group activities because of the relaxing qualities, although he's not opposed to one or two other people working beside him. In school, he often likes sitting away from the prying eyes of his classmates who might glance over and see what he's working on because of his self-confidence issues. It's not that he's bad at art--he simply does not feel satisfied.
His physical speed has been covered many times, so I will simply leave this statement here. Jayden's determination, however, has not.
When the boy puts his mind to his work, he can nearly always succeed, even if he is not pleased with the result. He feels that he can wade through most anything on sheer willpower and, once he's over the initial shock of the first failure, Jayden will often press through to make himself come out on top. Long-term things he does not mind putting off until the last second, but anything that must be completed in a timely manner often get this treatment.
History & Family: Jayden's history is something he's not exactly proud of. He prefers to live in the moment and let bygones be bygones; however, there are some things that one cannot escape.
One such inescapable thing is the way that he was born. Or, rather, created. For all he knows, he was just some pet project of a handful of scientists that wanted to test how far science could currently go, but he doesn't enjoy wondering why he exists. In all actuality, the laboratory was trying to create creatures to see if there were any genes in various animals or insects that could help the human species as a whole. As such, Jayden was the product of an egg and sperm donation from those interested in science and nature. His anonymous mother and father were chosen at random, and once the egg was properly fertilized, his DNA was spliced with that of a blue jay. He was not meant to be a functioning part of society and rather was to remain enclosed in a white, sterile room for the rest of his lifetime to endure painful procedures and testing and neglect, but as he grew up and the scientists realized that he was nearly human, their hearts changed. They had expected something malformed and covered in patches of feathers--something like a harpy with birdlike legs--but the result was something that they had not expected. Other than the wings and constantly broken bones, Jayden was a human child and something that they all became attached to.
When it came to interacting with others, Jayden was normally on his own. The scientists were akin to a collective group of parents with none showing a particular interest in him, although he could swear that others seemed happier to visit him than others. He wasn't given much attention at first, but once the scientists found that he was closer to human than bird, he was assigned a "mother" and "father" that rotated every week, each handling him in their own ways. They would take him around the laboratory and allow him to interact with the other specimens, but after a few years, Jayden became concerned. Some of those friends became hostile towards the scientists. Others turned them out completely. Very few seemed to want to keep a relationship with Jayden, possibly because of jealousy since he was allowed to leave his room. This visibly upset Jayden more than a few times, and after he finally broke down one day and confessed that he didn't feel comfortable seeing them, the scientists quickly stopped the field trips and instead would allow him time outside. They allowed him to stretch his wings at first, and when he was finally able to pull himself off of the ground a few feet, the scientists decided to create an outside facility. They invested a good bit of their money to build a stadium with high, glass ceilings that all of the specimens could be brought to. Here, Jayden was taught how to use his muscles correctly to fly. It was a much-needed escape from the blinding whiteness of the lab that was broken up only by the dark grey grouting in the tile and a few flashing, colorful buttons. Seeing the sky above was beautiful... but also somehow exhausting. He definitely preferred to lay inside and mused about what things would be like outside of those walls.
One day, he began describing to one of his "parents" about what he thought was on the other side. She took quite a bit of notice in this and began bringing him pencils and paper that week and began teaching him the basics of drawing. From here, his parents would bring him pictures or ask him to draw specific things around the lab. It astounded them to see him developing so well, and they began offering him more stimulation in the form of painting and clay for sculpting.
After this, the scientists felt it necessary to allow the jay to have a higher education. He was much more competent than the others, and they wanted to see exactly how far he would be able to go. Jayden was home schooled (or, rather, "lab schooled") and taught the basics of being a human. He excelled in quite a few areas, but he always seemed more interested in the outside world than knowledge. They began to allow him outside more and more frequently, and eventually, decided that this would not be the best place for him. One of the scientists approached him one day and revealed that he wasn't a human himself, either, although he did not offer information on what he was for his own safety. Instead, he told Jayden about a school out on a secluded island filled with others like himself and asked if he wanted to attend. Without hesitation, the boy took the offer, and it was only a matter of weeks before he began attending classes and settled himself into the Foresta Academy. It was a definite struggle at first since he only had limited knowledge of how to interact with others--especially with those his own age--but after a few months of getting into the groove, he settled into a mindset that he was there to make himself a better person. His shyness was booted out the door, and while he does still have trouble approaching other people, he is much more open and accepting than he used to be.
In Character sample: Jayden chewed on the end of his paintbrush.
This was frustrating.
So very, very frustrating.
Tentatively, he raised the brush again, loading it with a royal blue acrylic paint, and began sweeping it across the canvas in horizontal motions, being certain to keep it loaded well. After all, painting scenery often used up a superfluous amount of about three colors and their accompanying shades with a few dashes of accent. Or, at least, his sceneries did. But no matter how many or few times that he swiped the fan brush across the bare canvas, it didn't look like water to him. With a few strokes of different shades, it might end up alright, but--
The phone in his pocket screamed out a tune of blue jays singing "Phone time!" in their gorgeous, high-pitched tongue, but it was enough of a shock that the brush skittered across the background, leaving a pristine trail of blue behind it.
Jayden's heart stopped. "Wait, are you serious...?" he muttered, staring at the blotches of paint as if they were bloodstains from a murder. This was a crime scene, yes. A scene that wouldn't paint itself for him, and he was just ruining this perfectly good canvas with his brush.
His cheeks turned a bright red. "Fine, I see how it is, brush!" he hissed, shaking the innocent thing in his hand. "I'll see you tomorrow. You and me, mono a mono. And another canvas. Or this one if it's still here. Either way, you and me are gonna make this work." He puffed up and quickly rinsed it in a cup of water before cleaning his station and turning back to the half-finished artwork. The longer he stared at it, the more decent it looked... but there was the new, glaring error almost smiling back at him. He frowned in return.
"Stupid canvas," he huffed, nabbing a pencil from his bag and scribbling "free to use" in the blank space above the water and trees. At least he had tried, though, right?
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Dorm: Lyra
Power: Jayden's major ability is flight, although it comes with so many setbacks that he rarely sees a need to use it. His wings are normally folded and squeezed as closely to his body as possible so they don't take up more room than necessary, and he feels a need to preen them constantly so take care of any molting feathers or debris caught within them. This takes so much maintenance that he rarely wishes to extend them so he can focus on more important things unless they begin to cramp. In order to have enough energy to make it off of the ground more more than a few seconds, though, he must consume large amounts of food--normally three times his own body weight (his weight being 94 lbs) throughout the day as he continues expending energy. For this reason, he normally doesn't fly around unless he knows that he has a massive storage of food to revitalize himself afterwards. Since he doesn't use this power often, though, his wing muscles are not up to par and can only do so much to keep himself in the air. At this point, he can currently fly for just over three hours in one day and needs at least two days of rest afterwards to completely recuperate.
In order for his flight ability to even function, though, his bones were harmed in the process. Jayden does not have human bones, although they stay in a human structure (minus the addition of his second arms, or wings). They are porous, bird-like bones that allow him to lift him into the air quite easily; however, they also hold the drawback of being extremely brittle. Jayden can hardly take a punch in fear that his bones will shatter, and they take quite a while to heal since he was not imbued with a regenerative ability. This does give him a form of enhanced speed, though, and his main focus has always been dodging. These two together allow him to evade attacks fairly well, but he has suffered through more than a few bedridden days from simply tripping over his own feet.
With the territory of being a spliced blue jay creature, Jayden also has the ability to communicate with his own kind. While he can somewhat understand other birds, he finds it like listening to the dialect of people from the same nation. There are some who speak with heavier dialects than others, and most times, he might have to ask the bird to repeat itself or politely decline the conversation and apologize for his limited knowledge of other languages. He is slowly developing this aspect of himself and wishes to become more proficient.
Appearance: The first thing that people may notice about Jayden is, sadly, his wings, which are both his pride and the bane of his existence. When fully extended, they are seven feet long and bear a blue jay's patterns. These colors are reflected in his hair as well: the main part of his hair is a brilliant royal blue and cascades down to his lower back. White-streaked bangs hang low enough to cover his brown eyes when they are not pinned back or pushed out of the way constantly, and while he does thoroughly enjoy the length of his hair, it also causes quite a few problems when he does decide to take to the sky. To avoid this, he usually has a set of bobby pins and hair ties somewhere on his person, and he sometimes styles his hair out of boredom or a blast of muse with nothing else to take out his creativity on.
His skin is lightly tanned from his enjoyment of the outdoors, and there is a distinct dark brown, almost tribal marking under his right eye that spills down his cheek. This brand is a tattoo given to him by the doctor that spliced his DNA together with the blue jay's. While he doesn't mind it, he also doesn't enjoy others blatantly pointing it out, commenting that it looks strange, or asking what it means. For the most part, he can shrug it off, but if he feels irritated that day, he will most likely seethe about it for more than a few minutes.
Build-wise, Jayden stands at 5'11" and has a lithe frame with just enough muscle to get him by with his lifestyle. This also hinders him in flight, but it does put less stress on his brittle bones. He does boast a wonderful amount of dexterity, though, and uses this to his advantage while crafting, whether it is painting, sculpting, or writing.
Jayden normally dons only a small bit of jewelry, which consists of mainly his pewter hoop earrings and sometimes rings, necklaces, or fake snakebites. Overall, his look is casual and he would rather be dressed in a simple long-sleeved white shirt and jeans than suited up for an interview. He also feels less sorrow ripping apart dingy clothing to fit his wings through and doesn't care that over half of his wardrobe is plastered with paints and clay.
Personality: When one first meets Jayden, they will notice that he does not hide his emotions. Jayden is generally emotional and doesn't feel a need to keep himself contained, so when he's happy, he enjoys spreading that love to anyone willing to accept it. On the flipside, if he becomes upset, he is prone to bursting out into a fit of tears, whether it is through anger or sorrow. His favorite thing to do is make other people happy, so when this does happen, he would much prefer hiding away until he calms down rather than taking it out on the people around him. He appreciates everything and everyone he has, and the absolute last thing he wants to do is lose them to his own shortcomings. He is self-critical to a fault and finds himself lacking in more than a few departments; namely, correct social skills and his own artistic shortcomings as well as his overall inability to defend himself.
When it comes to things that do upset him, the list can be rather extensive, but they only truly become a problem when they begin piling up. He can normally shrug them off and continue on with his day, forgiving those that accidentally prod at his internal wad of anxiety; however, three or four in succession could be enough to send him down a spiral. These include, but are not limited to: attacking his friends verbally or physically, knocking Jayden himself over, insulting his artwork, asking nagging questions about his tattoo or past, pointing out how much he eats, and even touching his wings without asking. Compliments in rapid-fire also unnerve him and could fluster the boy, rendering him incapable of forcing out more than a quiet, stuttered response while turned away.
To remedy these situations, he often buries himself in art. Creativity is the only cure he has found to his emotional state, and it forces him to clear his mind and show his emotions through another medium. He feels as if he is imbuing his art with the state of mind he is in as he works on it, but he rarely keeps the art unless it is for a grade. More often than not, he is unsatisfied with his work and will dispose of it, not thinking it fit to even gift as a mediocre present to even the least friendly of friends, but he will at least be calmer and will amp himself back up through listening to music or tweeting out a song in his own native birdtongue. He doesn't find his human singing voice attractive but will hum nonetheless if around other people. He prefers singing in a language others can't understand simply because he feels a sense of security in the unknown. He feels it is like a secret that only he and birdkind know of and will sing back to other birds if called to. Generally, he does appreciate the company of other human or human-like beings over birds, though.
Picture: Updated image coming soon~
Weaknesses: Jayden's main weaknesses include his emotional instability, bones, and lack of knowledge on how to use his skills to better himself.
His emotional instability can be crippling at times, especially in tense situations where his flight response is triggered and there is nowhere to escape. He deals with a great amount of self-induced anxiety and is learning slowly how to control himself and present himself in a proper manner, but just because he knows how to do it does not necessarily mean that he follows that protocol at all times. He adores clinging to people and just generally being near them, and he can be upset easily if he is told that he is an annoyance or if any threat or bad intentions are given to him or his friends. He is trying to make himself a better person, but it will be quite a while before he matures enough to know how to properly put everything into action and have it balanced with his open, free-spirited personality.
His bones are dense and hollow, and while this may help him with his flying, it also means that the weight of the muscle on his body provides a challenge. While bird bones are capable of enduring hits fairly well, in Jayden's case, they are already under the pressure of bulkier human-like muscles which cripple their endurance. This does provide him with a speed enhancement and reduces his weight greatly, but at a fairly large cost.
His lack of knowledge is his most hated shortcoming. Jayden knows that he has a lot to learn in the ways of the world, but his laziness and constant struggle to keep himself happy and amused cuts into the time that he could be using to learn how to, say, eat enough meals a day and build up the endurance and strength to keep himself flying for four hours a day without getting too tired. He also needs help with the basics; i.e. cooking, cleaning, and learning better study skills. Eventually, he plans to learn all of these things, but for right now, he would much rather focus on learning to paint water without giving himself a headache every time and scrapping the canvas altogether.
Strengths: Jayden's main strengths include his artistic abilities, speed, and determination.
Jayden is actually fairly well-versed in the world of art. His favorite activities are writing, sculpting, and painting, but he also sings and adores arranging flowers. He has thought to do other art forms before, but he is afraid of dancing because of his brittle bones, and which characters exactly could he perform in a theatrical piece with his wings? He prefers solitary work over group activities because of the relaxing qualities, although he's not opposed to one or two other people working beside him. In school, he often likes sitting away from the prying eyes of his classmates who might glance over and see what he's working on because of his self-confidence issues. It's not that he's bad at art--he simply does not feel satisfied.
His physical speed has been covered many times, so I will simply leave this statement here. Jayden's determination, however, has not.
When the boy puts his mind to his work, he can nearly always succeed, even if he is not pleased with the result. He feels that he can wade through most anything on sheer willpower and, once he's over the initial shock of the first failure, Jayden will often press through to make himself come out on top. Long-term things he does not mind putting off until the last second, but anything that must be completed in a timely manner often get this treatment.
History & Family: Jayden's history is something he's not exactly proud of. He prefers to live in the moment and let bygones be bygones; however, there are some things that one cannot escape.
One such inescapable thing is the way that he was born. Or, rather, created. For all he knows, he was just some pet project of a handful of scientists that wanted to test how far science could currently go, but he doesn't enjoy wondering why he exists. In all actuality, the laboratory was trying to create creatures to see if there were any genes in various animals or insects that could help the human species as a whole. As such, Jayden was the product of an egg and sperm donation from those interested in science and nature. His anonymous mother and father were chosen at random, and once the egg was properly fertilized, his DNA was spliced with that of a blue jay. He was not meant to be a functioning part of society and rather was to remain enclosed in a white, sterile room for the rest of his lifetime to endure painful procedures and testing and neglect, but as he grew up and the scientists realized that he was nearly human, their hearts changed. They had expected something malformed and covered in patches of feathers--something like a harpy with birdlike legs--but the result was something that they had not expected. Other than the wings and constantly broken bones, Jayden was a human child and something that they all became attached to.
When it came to interacting with others, Jayden was normally on his own. The scientists were akin to a collective group of parents with none showing a particular interest in him, although he could swear that others seemed happier to visit him than others. He wasn't given much attention at first, but once the scientists found that he was closer to human than bird, he was assigned a "mother" and "father" that rotated every week, each handling him in their own ways. They would take him around the laboratory and allow him to interact with the other specimens, but after a few years, Jayden became concerned. Some of those friends became hostile towards the scientists. Others turned them out completely. Very few seemed to want to keep a relationship with Jayden, possibly because of jealousy since he was allowed to leave his room. This visibly upset Jayden more than a few times, and after he finally broke down one day and confessed that he didn't feel comfortable seeing them, the scientists quickly stopped the field trips and instead would allow him time outside. They allowed him to stretch his wings at first, and when he was finally able to pull himself off of the ground a few feet, the scientists decided to create an outside facility. They invested a good bit of their money to build a stadium with high, glass ceilings that all of the specimens could be brought to. Here, Jayden was taught how to use his muscles correctly to fly. It was a much-needed escape from the blinding whiteness of the lab that was broken up only by the dark grey grouting in the tile and a few flashing, colorful buttons. Seeing the sky above was beautiful... but also somehow exhausting. He definitely preferred to lay inside and mused about what things would be like outside of those walls.
One day, he began describing to one of his "parents" about what he thought was on the other side. She took quite a bit of notice in this and began bringing him pencils and paper that week and began teaching him the basics of drawing. From here, his parents would bring him pictures or ask him to draw specific things around the lab. It astounded them to see him developing so well, and they began offering him more stimulation in the form of painting and clay for sculpting.
After this, the scientists felt it necessary to allow the jay to have a higher education. He was much more competent than the others, and they wanted to see exactly how far he would be able to go. Jayden was home schooled (or, rather, "lab schooled") and taught the basics of being a human. He excelled in quite a few areas, but he always seemed more interested in the outside world than knowledge. They began to allow him outside more and more frequently, and eventually, decided that this would not be the best place for him. One of the scientists approached him one day and revealed that he wasn't a human himself, either, although he did not offer information on what he was for his own safety. Instead, he told Jayden about a school out on a secluded island filled with others like himself and asked if he wanted to attend. Without hesitation, the boy took the offer, and it was only a matter of weeks before he began attending classes and settled himself into the Foresta Academy. It was a definite struggle at first since he only had limited knowledge of how to interact with others--especially with those his own age--but after a few months of getting into the groove, he settled into a mindset that he was there to make himself a better person. His shyness was booted out the door, and while he does still have trouble approaching other people, he is much more open and accepting than he used to be.
In Character sample: Jayden chewed on the end of his paintbrush.
This was frustrating.
So very, very frustrating.
Tentatively, he raised the brush again, loading it with a royal blue acrylic paint, and began sweeping it across the canvas in horizontal motions, being certain to keep it loaded well. After all, painting scenery often used up a superfluous amount of about three colors and their accompanying shades with a few dashes of accent. Or, at least, his sceneries did. But no matter how many or few times that he swiped the fan brush across the bare canvas, it didn't look like water to him. With a few strokes of different shades, it might end up alright, but--
The phone in his pocket screamed out a tune of blue jays singing "Phone time!" in their gorgeous, high-pitched tongue, but it was enough of a shock that the brush skittered across the background, leaving a pristine trail of blue behind it.
Jayden's heart stopped. "Wait, are you serious...?" he muttered, staring at the blotches of paint as if they were bloodstains from a murder. This was a crime scene, yes. A scene that wouldn't paint itself for him, and he was just ruining this perfectly good canvas with his brush.
His cheeks turned a bright red. "Fine, I see how it is, brush!" he hissed, shaking the innocent thing in his hand. "I'll see you tomorrow. You and me, mono a mono. And another canvas. Or this one if it's still here. Either way, you and me are gonna make this work." He puffed up and quickly rinsed it in a cup of water before cleaning his station and turning back to the half-finished artwork. The longer he stared at it, the more decent it looked... but there was the new, glaring error almost smiling back at him. He frowned in return.
"Stupid canvas," he huffed, nabbing a pencil from his bag and scribbling "free to use" in the blank space above the water and trees. At least he had tried, though, right?