"You... Aren't a wave, dude."Name: Jackson Tidalwave
Gender: Male
Personality: "Ride the wave, live the wave, be the wave..." Tidalwave may seem like a poetic and thoughtful guy, always comtemplating the world and it's meaning, however it seems he might just be kind of... Off. He's that guy you'd find on the beach mumbling to himself about how the the waves carress his face and make him feel aliiiiive. His mind is a mystery that should proooobably be left unsolved. Nothing too dark, but more like... Strange, with a weird obsession with riding the waves. He always seems spaced out when you try to talk to him, looking off into the distance and sloooowly nodding his head as you talk. Sometimes he's paying attention, and other times he's quietly mumbling about polishing his new surfboard. He normally lets out his thoughts in floating aimlessly in the water or walking around quietly without a care, letting the winds or the waves take him where ever. Though, that's how he got lost at sea that one time... And also how he ended up in some gas station a looooong way from where he started. He's pretty good at converstation if you want to have a deep one... Or at least have it seem deep.
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"Jackson Tidalwave has places to go... Waves to ride."---
He tightly grasped his mother's hand as he looked up, her beautiful pink hair gently blowing in the wind. "Jackson, my sweet Jackson," his mither spoke queitly as she leaned down, though she kept her eyes on the ocean. The sunset illuminated his mother and sillhouetted her slightly, making the interaction more dramatic than it already was. "Now son... The waves are... They're your home." She whispered quietly, taking a small breath. Jackson's eyes gleamed and he stared at her. "Will I be able to ride just like you, mom?" He beamed at her, causing her to chuckle softly. "You know, when I first started riding these wicked waves, I never knew what it really meant to be
free..." She stared, taking a seat in the sand and patting the ground next to herself.
"You see, dude..." She continued, a bit of her surfer lingo leaking through. "You have to let the wave carry you while also being your own person... Be the wave's best friend, it's lover..." She mumbled, balling up a bit of the sand in her hands. "Why's that, mom?" He asked quietly, looking at her before looking back at the ocean. She smiled down at him, however it was clear there was slight pain in her face. Remembering things, terrible things, yet, the memories were cherished experiences non the less. "You see, if you go against the wave, it's like going against yourself..." She muttered.
"I went against myself once, Jack." She said after a brief pause. "Going against yourself can cause scars, you know? Both mentally and physically." Jackson nodded, eager to hear more. He had been intrigued in the ocean ever since his mother introduced him. "When I first started resonating with the ocean and it's current, I really started to understand what it meant to be... To be a..." She drew in a deep breath. "To be a surfer." At that moment, something seemed to click in little Jackson's mind. The ocean really was going to be his home, as it fit like nothing else.
Those words his mother spoke soon became all he lived for. The waves really did need him, and he needed the waves. He felt whole with the ocean, and really felt alive. His mom's words echo in his head every time his swims out into the great ocean blue to catch a sick wave, bro. He held his breath for a moment, flaring his nostrils out slightly as he thought.
"Thanks, mom." He muttered, leabing his head on her arm.