|| NAME ||
Jackson Young

|| AGE ||
( ) 16-19 years old
(✔) 20-27 years old = 20 yrs old

|| GENDER ||
( ) Female
(✔) Male
( ) Other

|| SPECIES ||
Human

|| SEXUALITY ||
(✔) Heterosexual
( ) Homosexual
( ) Pansexual
( ) Other

|| PERSONALITY ||
Nobody's perfect of course and Jackson has a fair share of lesser days too. His coarseness and irresponsibility don't make for the greatest company and make things uncomfortable to say the least. Fortunately his anticipative nature usually softens the worst of it.

|| LOOKS ||
Face Claim: Myung-soo Kim

|| BACKSTORY ||
Growing up to wanting to become an indie singer, Jackson was a talented gifted boy at a young age. He had looked up to so many famous artists as a teen, and proclaimed that one day, he would be someone up on stage performing for others. At the age of 15 though, when he had told his parents about the career he wanted to pursue, the two parents neglected the idea of being a singer, telling him that's he'd end up making no money to provide for himself. This hit Jackson hard, because this was the first time someone ever doubted the boy for his dreams, and saying that he couldn't do it. That made him angry. For the rest of the time he lived with his parents, he never asked their opinion on anything, and only grew apart from them more and more until eventually he moved out at the age of 20.

|| EXTRA ||
- N/A

Scenario(s):
1. You're up on the roof top of your apartment building, getting some fresh air after finishing up with unpacking all the trillions of boxes you had. This week about three days ago, you had moved into a small condo apartment you managed to save enough money for, now finally being able to be free from under the roof of your parents. Looking out into the sun, that was now setting, you hear a faint guitar being played off in the distance. It sounded nearby. Turning to look behind, you quickly noticed a boy, who was on the rooftop of the apartment building next to yours, sitting on the ledge of a wall, and playing a guitar. He would start playing one tune, and then stop, erase something on a notepad he had, and continue all over again. This repeated for a solid two minutes, and the male was getting frustrated, you could tell.
So, now making your way the edge fence of your rooftop closer to the other, you rested your elbows on the fence and called out...
"I think it sounded good at first, why did you change it up?"
The male stopped playing, and looked over at you, a small grin of "does this girl seriously think that was good?", before saying, "Please, if you were a true artist, you would realize that wasn't good." he called back, loud enough for you to hear.
What do you say?