{Jacen}

 

 

 

AKA: Jace

 

 

 

 

 

 

Celebrity: Matt Lanter

 

 

 

The Briefing

 

 

 

Age: 1179 (Appears 18-20yrs)

Sex: Male

Species: Whitelighter

Alignment: Good

 

 

Personal

 

 

 

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Favorite Color: White, Grey, Green (certain shades)

Favorite Hangout: Anywhere peaceful and quiet

Favorite Things:

 

Being alone

Thinking of his high school sweet heart

Thinking back on his days as a human

Helping out a young charge

Not having to take care of a charge

Looking down for the heavens

Natural wonders of the world

Making friends

 

 

Things you hate:

 

Being a whitelighter

Being alone

Taking care of charges

Remembering that day everything changed for him

Lusting after a woman

Longing for a normal life again

Immortality of sorts that comes with being a whitelighter

 

 

 

 

The Interview

 

 

 

Personality:

 

Jacen will forever have the mentality of a guy in his young twenties, young and somewhat care free. But he takes his job seriously as his attention can save lives and help to guide young witches. He's a somewhat, playful but stern...harsh but sweet kind of guy. He's sweet to be around, fun, friendly and caring and he's up for almost anything. At least that’s what he comes off as now, he’s created this image of what a proper whitelighter should be like. A workaholic who loves to have fun, but that’s not the real him, it would never be the real him and it’s really starting to show.

The persona deep in Jacen is that of a troubled man, a lost soul who has no where to go and he is trapped in a life, on a path that goes on for eternity and there’s no way to take the exit because it no longer exists. He really is a cool guy to be around, everyone always has a good or interesting time when with him, sometimes both, but he uses that as a façade. He is so lost, and so sad and so alone that he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He even stopped taking charges for their own safety. He is going through a personal struggle which might cost them their lives so he’s just a rogue angel who still has his pager, just wandering, trying to create or win back parts of the life that was taken from him.

 

 

 

 

I can be described as: loyal, patient, fun and dependent

I will never: be seen for the person I am, the feelings I have buried and I will never kill or do any such evil.

 

 

 

 

History:

 

Jacen, christened Jacen Arrows, was born on March 19^th, 1829, born the younger child and only son of Jasmine Arrows and Arnold Cleveland and the little brother of Sherice Arrows-Cleveland. At the time, his mother was a single parent, raising two children and she was a very successful woman as she was the Chief of Staff at San Francisco General Hospital and manager of a cancer foundation which did really well in funding for the equipment and materials necessary to make finding a cure for breast cancer one step further to its goal and it has help delivered chemo-treatment to hundreds of less fortunate women, her mother also did some work with victims of HIV/AIDS, a true humanitarian, a trait which greatly rubbed off on Jacen and Sherice because they helped out their mom at the hospitals and clinical research centres she frequented when they were older; while his father worked for a private company which facilitated off-shore banking before it was closed down for suspected dealings in money laundering and his dad and a few of the actually good employees of that worked at the bank started a small accounting and business firm which dealt similarly with where they previously worked, just without the off-shore and the corruption.

 

 

While the two were together, they saw the birth of their darling daughter, then seven and a half years later, they welcomed their second and last child and their only son, Jacen for a year later, Jasmine and Arnold split up. They divorced due to infidelity on Arnold’s part with Jasmine winning full custody of her two children but agree to a once a week visitation permit which was set on Sunday evenings and if you look at it from Jacen’s view growing up, it was so bad.

 

 

Growing up really wasn’t so bad, it was amazing actually. His mother and his sister drowned him with love and attention as a baby, even well into his early teen years, those years he liked the best because he could spend every day just running around, exploring, seeing new things, experiencing loads…you know, just being a happy, go lucky American kid without a care in the world. Over time his life transitioned. He was now a teen in high school, beating off girls with a bat, impressing one or two of his teachers, doing good for his school’s volleyball team and even the debate time. Jacen was truly an all rounder in the school system, but he was a kid, a teenager actually, one with ravenous hormones that yearned to have some sort of thirsty, he had a great body and a face that could call the attention of any girl he probably desired so it wasn’t hard for him to find a girl he liked and he did find out actually, one who turned out to be his high school sweet heart and the love of his life. Her name was Anna Lynnette Spears. A 5’7’’, green eyed blond with a pearly white smile and an intellect that shone even brighter, The two were so much in love and that destined attraction last right up to the summer before his senior year in high school which also happened to be the summer his sister was graduating from San Francisco University but it also turned out to be a very tragic day.

 

 

He and his mother had just picked up his dad and they were driving along when a gas truck slammed into them, smashing right into the side where his father was…he was dead on impact. Jason was so disoriented but he managed to see his mother, struggling with her seat belt, screaming at him to get out; he also noticed the leaking gas from the truck that rested not far from the car and just a few feet away from the crashed vehicles, a snaking broken cable jerked closer and closer, offering a dangerously explosive situation. Jacen kicked his car door open, got out and looked at the horrible accident that he was so lucky to have survived from then there was an explosion that threw him and others to the ground then two screams followed, his mother’s and the gas truck driver’s. Jacen recovered and started for the inferno, racing right in, fighting the flames and the heat and the overwhelming fear of dying and he did it to bring his mother to the safety of the crowd, well away from the crash then he went back in to get the truck driver but while passing his mother’s wrecked car, he saw his father’s head move…he was still alive! He left the driver, more like dropped him and raced for his mother’s car (others came for the truck driver), climbed through from the driver seat, unbuckled his father’s seat belt and pushed him through his opened car door, then followed the longest moment of his life…there was another explosion, a bigger one, the final one for him and his dad, but just as the flames were about to sweep over him everything went oddly silent and he found himself sitting perfectly behind the driver’s sear and where his dad had sat previously, now say a man dressed in some fancy but weird white a gold robes, a man who addressed himself as Raegan. The two didn’t speak, they just sat there, Jacen had some time left before he went on into the afterlife, and he just wanted to remember his life, short as he thought it was, he couldn’t say it wasn’t memorable, many things happened to him and for him, then Raegan politely announced that he had just over three minutes left, long enough for him to ask three things of him:

“Are you going to save my dad?”

“Yes of course.”

“My sister…her graduation…does she look beautiful, she wouldn’t let me see her before she left home, wanted to surprise me…does she?”

“Yes…she really does.”

“Am I going to die?”

“……………..Yes.”

“Thank you.”

 

 

Then the flames came, they swept across him, leaving a charred body for them to find, mourn over then bury but he no longer took the point of view from that car seat, he stood there, a spirit, watching his mother, father and Anna cry together then he realized that Anna’s father’s shop was back down the road, they had passed it and he had asked his mum to stop so he could give her a shout but they were already running late. But what if they had stopped? Would he live for another day or would he have simply gotten the chance to kiss his beloved goodbye.

 

 

Jacen’s charitable deeds, good nature and selfless acts weren’t forgotten, and they didn’t fall upon blind eyes and deaf ears. He was given the chance to become a whitelighter, the chance to watch over and guide young witches and whitelighters-to-be who were as pure at heart, mind and soul as he was, and he accepted, but not for those reasons, for personal, almost selfish reasons. He used this “second chance” to watch over his family, to watch his mother and father grow old together then die, his father going first, then to watch his sister and Anna meet great guys, get married, get children then pass on and it was this constant watching that took away from his actual duty of being a whitelighter hence why he lost his first and his third charge but in all honest, he didn’t want to be a whitelighter, he had no purpose being one, no reason, no drive, nothing…but he knew that he couldn’t just return such a gracious gift turn misery curse so he’s trapped in this new life, centuries old and now coming to grips with this identity crisis.

 

 

Mother Species: Human

Father Species: Human

 

 

 

 

 

 

Powers

 

 

 

Powers:

 

Orbing

Healing

Telekinesis

Levitation

 

 

Weaknesses:

 

Darklighter arrow poison

Charges