Jackson Stone

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[ Jackson Stone | 17 | Neutral Good]

Jackson Stone (None) "Stop staring, I get it... you like the lights."​

Personality
Jackson is a relatively introverted individual. Not necessarily by nature, but more so as a learned trait. Jackson has an incredibly difficult time trusting. Specifically, the people helping him. He questions everything. Every motive, every ambition, every single soul around him--especially those older than him. It took weeks for Damian Wayne to get through to him about the Titans, and even then, Damian was not entirely trusted. Jackson let a man become a father figure to him once and that man broke every bit of trust he had. That man, in a twisted sense of irony, was his father.

That might also describe another sardonic trait of Jackson. He has a twisted sense of humor and rarely withholds it. In fact, his humor isn't 'ha-ha' funny; his humor is often dark and ironic. Not something you laugh at. Something you are taken completely aback by. In this way, Jackson has a creative mind and works with abstract concepts well, often twisting ideas and words to use as he sees fit.

There is a creative element to Jackson. His abilities are described by others as 'quite pretty'--in fact, his first kiss and first love could be credited to the use of his powers in oddly romantic ways. That was well before his trust issues, of course. Still, he had no qualms in bending the lights he controlled into a beautiful display of colors and hues, even making them cool to the touch so that his damsel could wade her hand through them. His creativity only extends to words as well. Jackson is a performer, however, not a writer. He is quick-witted, good with comebacks in the heat of the moment and fairly intuitive.

History

Grandfather: Francis Stone (Hotstreak)
Father: Reece Stone
Mother: Gloria Mendez​

Can one escape fate?

Does one owe the debts of their parents?

Should a son seek penance for the sins of their father?

These questions are among thousands that ate away at Jackson. Not at first, mind you. This was a darker time. A time when Jackson, much like his father, was bound in a cell with his pyrokinetic abilities suppressed. A time when Jackson was considered a criminal. Mind you, Jackson was no stranger to juvenile delinquency. However, when his father entered his life, it became a whole new game.

Reece Stone was a special type of criminal. Ruthless. Cunning. He had a type of wit and intelligence that was fueled by his creative cruelty and desire for control. He was self-indulgent. He cared only for the visceral pleasures of the world. And, feeding the rage that were his powers. Reece was the oldest of three children of the late Hotstreak. However, he was far, far more demented than his father. Perhaps because of his abusive mother. Perhaps it was Francis ignoring him, believing him to be a mistake of his past life. Reece was one fucked up man and there was no one reason for it.

In his hometown, he lead a small gang. Straight into destruction. The leaders wanted to use his power for their gain, but once he realized that so few could stand up to him... well, their gain became the last thing on his mind. He wiped out those above him and strong-armed an entire section of a much larger group of criminals that belonged to a crime family. Reece all but performed a genocide on that family, leaving only the youngest of them alive. There was no pleasure in killing children.

Reece didn't stay on the streets long. He was captured before his second year as a meta-human crime lord and spent several years being rehabilitated in a prison meant for meta-humans with jaded pasts. There, the manipulative side of Reece emerged. Seven years in prison shaped him into a more tempered, intelligent criminal. One that was released back out into the public. After little-to-no time at all, he returned to his home town only to reclaim it. This time, silently.

He took back the streets one by one. Those children he left behind? Some of them grew up into beautiful young women. Women that Reece indulged in, too. As well as drugs, guns, and eventually deals with other gangs. Reece spent six years out of the prison system this time before he was put back. This time, it was intended to be for life. Crazy how short life can be.

Then there was a brief silence in the life of Reece. This is where Jackson was born. Jackson was a consequence of one of the Mendez girls, one from the original family he nearly wiped out. It just took one night of him parading his power. Oh, Gloria hated him. She loved him as her son, but hated him as he was his son. For a long time, no man in their area even wanted to touch Gloria despite her factual beauty--they feared Reece if he ever escaped.

Time passed. Jackson grew up hearing stories about his father. His father. A fucking monster. His father, the man that basically killed and raped and entire family and exploded drugs into their neighborhood. His father, a man with little honor. The only line he ever drew was simply not killing kids. Gloria made sure Jackson knew precisely who his father was as he grew up and the piece of shit he could be. Especially when his powers came around. Once Jackson proved to be a third-generation Bang Baby with a form of pyrokinesis, his mother only ever bore down on him harder.

Jackson grew up without many friends, although he had a few. The ones he made, he made through his acts of rebellion. Stealing stuff, breaking into pawn shops, smoking pot, drinking, skipping school. They were real friends, just ones of an off-beat flavor. His powers were unique, too. Not quite the fire his father and grandfather had. More unique with different applications. Still, Jackson knew what they meant. Always did.

After Alcatraz

Then came Alcatraz. The event that shook the world. It shook Jackson, too, but for entirely different reasons. With the fall of Alcatraz came the release of Reece. Now, quite the elderly man in his upper forties. He wasn't exactly a young man after his stint in prison or reign over their neighborhood. With age, and the harsh conditions of Alcatraz, came wisdom. Not wise enough to avoid the neighborhood he was caught in twice, but wise enough to never reveal who he was.

Reece Stone once had bright red hair that was borderline orange. He died it black. He was once a young man with smooth skin. Now, his skin showed his age. He was one tall and strong. Now, lank and lithe. He was almost a new person. In part due to Alcatraz, in part due to a new identity. With this new identity, he sought out the person that gave him away before: Gloria. It was her who ratted him out. It was her that risked her life and everyone around her to get rid of Reece. She did it for her child, a maternal instinct then, but she condemned herself.

Reece had no qualms killing Gloria. What he didn't know is he had a son. He joked about it from time to time, sure. He had a lot of sex with a lot of women, but no one ever came out of the woodworks. Besides, he was a meta-human in prison. What kind'a child support would they expect? Finding Jackson was a surprise to say the least. He introduced himself, ironically, as a Mendez cousin of some kind to Jackson at Gloria's funeral. Even offered to take him in.

The disgusting irony.

Time went on and Reece, under the guise of Miguel, began tutoring Jackson. In the ways of the street. As a criminal. Even with his powers. Jackson clung to the man as the father figure he never had.

Again, the disgusting irony.

It was this exact dynamic that landed Jackson in the situation he was in before becoming a Titan. Jackson never intended to be a real criminal, but when his powers were debuted, his father could not resist the chance to abuse them. Jackson's plasma... could be used for things that Reece's fire never could. The two tested it. Jackson was against it for a while, but their crimes started small. Robbing fast food chains, gas marts, that type of thing. Breaking into small safes. The more they did it, the more praise Jackson received from Reece and in the end, the more okay with being a criminal he became.

Then they fucked up. Jackson was naive and Reece was over confident. Their plan was to break into a bank using a distraction while Jackson cut into the safe, but the plan went straight to shit. Reece knew the streets, but he had no idea how to be a real thief. People died. The place was burned. Jackson didn't kill anyone, but that wasn't the point. He saw Miguel using his powers for the first time--to his confusion. He didn't even consider it being his father for some time.

No, no... that was later. Jackson spent three months locked up in a new containment facility before he was approached. By Damian Wayne, of all people. The elder Wayne released Jackson and explained to him the entire situation. See, Damian had a soft spot for people like Jackson. People that never even got a real chance. People that were fucked over from the beginning. Damian offered to sponsor Jackson for the Titans, if he wanted that real chance.

It made sense. Tim sponsored Alphus and Marie. Two people without claims. It was not unheard of.

Jackson took the chance without looking back. After realizing everything his father stood for, everything he had done, he felt that the ultimate way to get back at him would be to become a hero. A part of Jackson always hated the kids, the jocks, that got all the credit in school because they were drafted in or their families were upscale. He hated how normal people--ironic for a meta-human--rarely got the opportunity to shine. This was his.

This was for all the friends that were the family he never had. All the firsts. His first joint. His first kiss. The first time he broke the law and the first time he felt important to someone else.

Jackson told himself he did not become a Titan for the sins of his father, but the sins of his friends--and in no bad way

Abilities
Plasma Manipulation Jackson is capable of limited manipulation of a self-generated element in its plasma state. The element generated has never been isolated long enough for it to be identified, however, some specific traits of it have: it is highly conductive, is generated at 38 - 42 degrees Fahrenheit, is naturally colored light green with a faint glow, has no natural odor, and can interrupt electromagnetic frequencies to a slight degree. The generation of this plasma is normally limited to roughly 5 cubic feet at any given time and controlling different 'variants' of this plasma make control exponentially more difficult. Jackson may then alter features of the plasma, most specifically its color, light, heat and overall potential energy. The most difficult and dangerous applications of this plasma are in the form of a close-range 'cutter' and 'bolts' that can be fired. The Plasma Cutter is created by extending the index and middle finger, creating a small arc between them less than an inch long. However, the outside of that arc can reach temperatures in excess of 50,000 degrees Fahrenheit leaving the user only immune to its heat due to a thermal barrier created by a different set of surrounding plasma. Bolts, however, are considerably less hot at 8,000 degrees Fahrenheit, however, it can be fired in a long-range arc of up to forty feet before dissipation at a speed of nearly four hundred feet per second. Because the plasma in the bolts is dispersed upon contact, the heat is also dispersed immediately and much of it is lost in the air. At a range of fifteen feet, a single bolt will create a burn equivalent to a large second degree burn or burn through thick clothing such as cowhide, synthetic leathers and some body armors. Additional uses of this ability include the creation of bright, blinding neon lights that are completely controlled by the user. Other applications include the creation of highly compressed, high-frequency plasma that acts as a short-range EMP, the formation of a barrier 6 feet tall by 3 feet wide that 'burns' whatever it touches at 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit as well as applies a small outward force, and the creation of what is called Ball Lightning which can sit from anywhere between 3 and 30 seconds before erupting into a potent arc of electricity to the nearest charge.

Weaknesses
Mortality Jackson, like any other human being, is susceptible to a number of different injuries. If not properly treated, he may die.

Environmental Conditions Jackson's plasma is generated at 45 degrees Fahrenheit, despite being already cool, Jackson finds it increasingly harder to generate his plasma in temperatures below that of 2 degrees Celsius/35.6 degrees Fahrenheit.

H2O Because his plasma is a generation of multiple different variants of his own self generated element, H2O often dilutes and keeps Jackson from being able to generate his plasma. However, this is only the case if Jackson were in constant and complete contact with water, like if he were to be submerged.​

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