Username: T h e M a r t i a n
Name: Jaxon ( Jax )
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Personality:extroverted || charismatic || loud || bold || demanding || self-critical || hard-working || emotional || fun-loving || adventurous || daring || reckless || overprotective
An extrovert, plain and simple. He is someone who loves to be the center of attention. He is never far from it, really. He has this initial magnetism about him, this natural charm or charisma that seems to draw attention to him when he enters a room. He has this way of talking that makes it seem like you are the only other person in the room. He is quite a charmer and perhaps a bit of a flirt. He can't help himself but try and take every shot he can.
He is always looking for some way to show off to basically anyone. He can have a bit of an inferiority complex, and becomes quite overcritical of himself. Like they say, you are your worst critic. He can be deemed a tad on the cocky or even arrogant side, simply because he thinks he needs to be better than others. It is actually quite the opposite, however. He is very hard on himself, as he had been abandoned as a viscling and feels this constant need to prove himself. He had been babied and pitied all his life for his so-called, "disadvantage". He hates it, quite honestly.
Jaxon is a very hard-working individual. He has spent years trying to prove to everyone that he is not some small child that needs to be pitied or babied. He is a grown individual and doesn't need someone looking after him anymore. He can get a little emotional. Okay, a lot emotional. He can get frustrated really easily, especially with things concerning his own ability. This often leads to him pushing himself to hard and even injuring himself. Or, it will led to him being snappy and just overall unpleasant to be around. He will eventually calm down, usually just needing to take a walk to clear his head or do something else to get his mind off of whatever it was bothering him.
A true outdoorsman, he loves to explore new places he has never seen nor been to. He loves to travel and tends to really dislike being stuck in one place or doing the same routine over and over again. He likes the challenge and the prospect of trying new things and is always up to go hiking or snowboarding some new path. He is a trailblazer, often deciding to take the road less traveled. He dislike the mundane or the routine, and prefers to mix things up a bit. He is a very daring individual and truly rather reckless as well. He has a tendency to follow the act now, think later agenda, which often points him in the direction of trouble.
Jaxon is overprotective and quite caring of those he calls his friends. This is partially his self-doubt talking again, as he is this way to keep his friends from abandoning him. Sometimes he thinks himself not good enough for these friends he has. But, they often prove time and time again that they will not abandon him, but stick by his side through thick and thin.
Short story:The red sun dripped across the radiant, white snow, staining it a brilliant orange-red. The birds of the upper mountain trees began to sing their songs of daybreak, sweet melodies muffled by the snow that covered the drooping branches of the evergreens. The sound of a creaking, wooden door silenced the birds for but a moment. Two viscets, one a brilliant pink and white male, the other a deep purple and white male. Smiles adorned their faces as the crunch of the snow beneath paws echoed beneath the renewed sound of the morning birds.
"I wish we could stay out here longer. Goodness, I love this place." The purple viscet said, his eyes moving over the snow capped trees. "I have a competition to get to. We can always come back." The deeper voice of the pink answered. "We absolutely have to, Jax. This was an absolute delight." The purple returned, chuckle also following.
The lock of a key and they started to head down the base of the peak. It had been a hike to this point and now they had simply to ski down the rest of the way. The trip was quiet, both enjoying the views and the sounds of the forest around them. Both remained close to one another, in case one had an accident or fell into a tree well and couldn't escape. Skiing could be dangerous, but both Andy and Jax had done this time and time again.
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It was about two hours to the resort, and to the check out. Jax had a competition tomorrow, but today was check in. They had an hour or hour and a half drive to get there, which was easy to pull. Jax headed to the check out counter, where a friendly yellow hued female was stationed. "May I help you?" She inquired cheerfully. "Yeah. I am just checking out my buddy and I, Jaxon and Andy." He replied with a small grin. "Of course. Did y'all enjoy your stay?" She asked as she went through checking them out. "Absolutely, hun. You have an absolutely wonderful facility here." He said with a smile. "Thank you. We are always looking to please." She replied. "Well, you have done that and more." He replied with a small chuckle. "Thank you. Just sign this and you are all good to go." She said, sliding him a paper. Jax took the pen from a small cup of them and signed at the line and handed it back. "You and your friend have a wonderful day. Thanks for staying with us." She said with a smile. Jaxon nodded. "Thank you." He said and turned off to head back to Andy and the truck.
"Ready to go?" Jax asked Andy as he climbed up into the driver's side. "Absolutely." He replied with an excited smile as he climbed in the passenger side. With a roar, the truck came to life and in a moment they were off. It didn't take long for Andy to fall asleep, it never did. Jax smiled softly, finding it always amusing how the other viscet slept, mouth agape and all lounged out. He was anything but a peaceful sleeper.
After an hour and half of driving, another wonderful resort came into view. Here Jaxon would be competing in his third snowboarding competition of the year. This was his whole life. He was training to become a world competitor and maybe eveb a world champion someday. He did fancy himself good enough to be up there someday. He slapped Andy on the chest. "Wake up, you ol' bag." He said with a grin and Andy scowled at him. "Was that at all necessary?" He hissed angrily, rubbing his chest as they pulled into a parking spot.
People from local news stations and even some larger scale stations were here. This was actually a pretty big competition and he, and several other rising stars, were going to be competing here tomorrow. So, many stations were here to follow the stories of these star individuals. Which did happen to include him. Several of those people did notice him, though he made no motion to head over to them. He would be checking in first and getting all his equipment settled in. Plus, he did not want to leave Andy all alone.
Unloading his equipment and taking the heavier half of it, he looked to Andy. "You got that, bud?" He said with a chuckle as Andy seemed to be struggling with a few of the things he was holding. "Yeah, yeah. Some of these things are just so awkwardly shaped." He said, which coaxed a small chuckle from the pink male. "Come on. We gotta get checked in and all that." He said and headed towards the entrance of the resort.
The whoosh of the automatic doors welcomed them, as did the surge of warmer air. Taking off the hat atop his head with his partially free hand, he moved to set his equipment down and off to the side of the entry way. "You mind watching this for a sec? I will be back in a jiffy." He said with a grin and a playful wink. Andy rolled his eyes playfully, and Jax headed off to the check in desk.
"Name." The dark hued male asked, eyes a tad judgemental and even a bit rude. He was probably just tired of being stuck at this small table chrcking in a bunch of young men hyped up on adrenaline and testosterone. Some of these competitors could be a bit much to handle. "Jaxon." He responded with a soft smile. "Welcome to the Rocky Mountain National Invitational. Your room number for you and your guest 302, and here is your key. At all times you are around the competition site, minus the competition and training runs, wear this lanyard so we can properly identify you. Without it, you will not be allowrd in competition area. This one is for your guest. Enjoy your stay, and best of luck." The male said. Jax nodded. "Thanks, mate." He said to the male with a smile and a small salute. Turning, he headed back to Andy. "Alright, bud. Let's get this show on the road!" He said with a wide grin.
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Standing at the top of the halfpipe for his second run, glass skewing the nervous look in his eyes. He prayed he could get this one down. He was already in the lead only having dropped four and a half points. The next competitor was almost two full points below him. He needed to get this one perfect to ensure his victory. The crowd cheered as the score for the previous competitor came in, which also meant he was free to go. With a glance to Andy, who was standing behind the gate, he started his descent.
The wind had begun to pick up, which could spell disaster for someone getting big air. Someone like Jax. The first jump went flawlessly, the second was a bit off his line. The third was certainly not the charm.
Pain crashed over his body as he came crashing into the lip of the half pipe. He slid down to the valley of the pipe, barely moving. He was unsure what all was hurt, all he knew was that he was feeling a pain unlike anything he had felt before. The crowd had gone silent, the medics rushing out to check up on the crashed Jax. The first got to him rather quickly, asking him what hurt. No reply came from Jax, unable to focus on the reply.
They were careful in moving him, not wanting to further any injuries that he had already sustained. They loaded him onto a sled-like apparatus. They then, as quickly as they could, headed down towards the bottom of the slope so they could send him off to a hospital. Closing his eyes tightly, he gritted his teeth. Everything but pain began to fade into the background. Never before had he experienced a crash quite like this. Sure, he had fallen before. But, there was a big difference between a crash and fall.
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He must have passed out or something because suddenly he awoke to a hospital. And the pain was not there anymore. Looking to his side he saw Andy, who was looking worried. "Jax! Your awake! I was so worried!" He said frantically, pushing himself up and moving to his bedside. "A... what all is wrong?" He said in a soft and mildly hoarse voice. That is when his faint smile fell and Jax's heart sank.
"Um... you landed rather harshly and your have a frankenstein looking face. But, um.. you are going to likely need surgery to fully repair your leg." He said softly, not fully looking at Jax. "They... they think you may never snowboard the same again." He said shortly after, which was exactly what Jaxon did not want to hear. Tears stung his eyes. This was everything he worked for, for basically his whole life. What else was he to do? He felt a hand on his arm, which he snapped away. "Leave me alone.." He said softly. "Jaxon. I am so s..." "Leave!!" He shouted at Andy, anger and frustration filling his eyes. Andy looked like he had just been struck and Jaxon did feel some guilt, but he was not going to apologize now. Andy said nothing as he headed out of the room.
Jaxon laid his head back down on the pillow, tears freely sliding down his face. Why? Why did the world choose him to beat up on? Wasn't there some other poor and unfourtunate soul that the world could play this cruel joke on? He sighed in defeat. Would he really never snowboard on this level again? What else was there for him to do? His dream seemed to be sitting on the horizon at this point, forever out of his reach.
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Sitting outside on a bench, the darkness and the silence of the surrounding park was oddly comforting. He had just been released from the hospital earlier today. He had undergone surgery about a week ago, his crash about nine days ago. News he had not wanted to hear had come just after waking up from the surgery. Andy was right. They believed he would never snowboard again. At least, not on anywhere near the level he was competing on before the crash. Hands folded in his lap, the snow falling around him. Turning his chin up into the air and closing his eyes with a soft sigh.
Memories of his competitions filled his mind, as well as his days of training with mentors, and hanging out in free times with friends. The fellow competitors he had come to know so well. How he missed all of that. All of them, friends, mentors,competitors: his family. Thwy had become his family and he knew they would continue to support him no matter what happened.
Defiance begun to fill his mind. Who were thosr doctors to tell him when he was done? That was up for him to decide. A small smile reached his face for the first time in over a week. At some point, he would stand at the top of that halfpipe again. Those same nerves filling his body, those same friends and his new family cheering him on. He would get back there someday, somehow.
