Malakai Jackson

[Blackbolt]

Player Name: Travis T$ Scabbo Dabbo Ali
Contact Info: kill_you29@hotmail.
Name: Malakai Roshaun Jackson
Alias): Blackbolt, MegaWattson, Cracklepop, C.P., Young Gangsta, YG, Riley Escobar, Kai, Dinky
Codename: Blackbolt
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Type: Mutant
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
Avatar and Picture:
Play-by: B.O.B.
Family:

Roshard Jackson (Father)
Anita Thomas (Mother)
Roshard Jackson Jr (brother, deceased)
Roshaunda Jackson ( Sister)

General Appearance:

Malakai stands at 5'11 with a slender yet athletic frame of 165 pounds. He has light brown skin with brown eyes that shift to a bright periwinkle when he's invoking his powers. His hair is short and jet black with a wave styling that starts shortly after his hairline and ends in the back in spirals.

He always has his beard in a scruffy goatee. He has an urban style that crosses between prep, hood kid, and scener, but he prefers his clohes never too baggy, but not too fitted, consisently wears shades or hoodies to conceal his eyes for when he wants to use his powers discretely.

Personality:

Malakai is the kind of guy who lives his life with a chip on his shoulder that nobody can obviously point out without understanding exactly why it's there. He's very bright and perceptive of people and their intentions but in effect is a parody of the twisted underbelly of society.

He's cunning and calculating in the way he treats people and engages them. Though he's a very caring person who easily takes a shine to any and everybody, he comes off very ambiguous since on one hand, he can joke, laugh and be friends with just about anyone, he can just as easily show his could remorseless side in a heartbeat.

He shows no love as he figures no one will show him love in return, and even when perceiving someone is truly genuine, he still takes a long time in trusting others, choosing only to rely on himself.

In that regard he's a hermit who cannot go without people, even if the only reason he connects with them is true music, "thug life" and the pursuit of fun in life.

At times he can be emotionally distant, unrelenting in his anger, to which he has a short fuse, and he is quick to confront someone when he doesn't get his way, but he allows his charm to manipulate and push situations in that general direction.

Around others he rarely defers to anyone, at least not outloud, he gives the benefit of the doubt to people and takes them at face value and gives them space to fail him inside of his mind before he acts on a negative impulse, but to those he shares a sense of like mindedness, he feels the need to facilitate them and help them in their endeavors.

He has the mentality that he would never turn his back on a true friend, but he would never go out of his way to help someone unless they proved themselves worthy of it.

His fear in life is not being accepted for who he is and what he stands for, which is individuality and pursuit of excellence. He fears being weak, and or weak minded.

He likes strength in others, people who don't take themselves too seriously, playing instruments such as the trumpet, harmonica, and electric guitar. He also enjoys card games, Risk, Chess, and games involving strategy, his favorite form of poetry is Haiku, and his favorite food is three cheese pizza.

He dislikes schemers, the weak minded, and people without imagination, he has a fear of heights, snakes, Chucky of Child's play.

He has the general hope that one day mutants can at least coexist with humanity, if not be looked at as superior, his dream is to be one of the most renowned mutants on the planet, to be beloved, hated, yet respected by the rest of the world for his intellect, power, and unbreakable spirit.

Abilities:

Malakai was born with the ability to generate and magnify external localized electromagnetic phenomena, by manipulating intense bio-electric fields generated by his body.

He can also generate a powerful electro-magnetic force field capable of stopping projectiles, however, this act requires considerable effort and concentration.

He manifests his power mainly in bolts shot either from his fingertips or his palms, but can also concentrate his energy to generate a tazer like effect around his fists.

He also possess the limited ability to use his electromagnetism on metallic objects, though his control over what happens once an item is magnetized is completely non-existent.

He can also drain sources of electricity, such as power lines, batteries and fuse boxes to recharge/replenish his own energy supply. Whenever Malakai has used his powers to a high degree, or experienced any other such large energy-drain, he will also experience a sudden, acute sense of fatigue, as his electromagnetic powers are tied-in to his own bioelectric energy levels.

History:

Malakai was born in Baltimore, Md, the first of Roshard and Anita Jackson's three children. He's the product of a broken/abusive household in which his mother worked as a nurse and his father in illegal drugs and crime. Despite this, his father was the first influence in his life, though constantly in and out of jail, and eventually imprisoned for 25 years by the time Kai was 13, he felt a strong sense of duty to his father and his committments.

To that end, even as Kai was a very successful student, he also stayed in cosntant trouble with the law, from theft, to assault, to possession of an illegal firearm, he never shied away from the streets and the violent environment he lived in, he was an avid gang banger.

His powers first manifested themselves when he was changing a lightbulb that itself, had been accidentally drained by the young boy. As he placed the new bulb in the socket it abruptly shattered from the sheer current of electricity flowing through him.

As he placed his hands together in shock, the popping and bright blue electricity he witnessed seemed like a dream. He never told anyone about how his power, or his ability to withstand electrical currents from live wires, or plugs, or how he could draw more for fear that somethign was wrong with him.

He however continued to explore his power through his teens. One faithful day however in a dispute with a rival gang, his brother was murdered. In his grief he wielded his powers on others for the first time at the age of 18. His younger brother was set to start high school as he'd just finished his education.

Malakai decided to move to New york with a fresh start, determined to find himself, and figure out the true meaning of his powers, whether they are a gift or a curse, or if he truly has a problem that someone can fix.

Other:

Malakai is a fan of all genres of music and listens to it like religion. While he's listening to music his mood is quite calm and even keel no matter the situation, he's especially a fan of Al Green however.

Sample RP:

Malakai Jackson's time in New York had been enlightening to say the least. From a normal person's perspective, he'd lived, learned, and witnessed the true to form mantra of 'only the strong survive'. That had been his motto bestowed upon him from his early childhood from his own father. A two bit crook to some, but a wise and virtuous, yet troublesome man in the eyes of a child who idolized him like a super hero. Roshard Jackson was a tall man of 6'3, a hard statuesque example of the ruthless heart of the streets of Baltimore. Kai had been known around his neighborhood as "The Son of Ro", Little Ro Ro's big brother, a prodigy, the kind of kid who cleaned up after himself, took care of dishes, washin clothes, and his brother and sister while his mother worked her fingers to the bone. Kai could remember days and nights he barely saw any of his parents, yet when they were together, there was a constant fight, endless turmoil. He'd become desensitized to it, because family was all they had, blood ties and love, no matter how tainted it was.

It could never be the same "love" the streets gave him. The same streets that got his father caught up in the system, locked down practically UNDER the prison for 25 years, his brother, murdered and 6 feet under the Earth. Malakai couldn't shoulder the burden of protecting neither his elder nore his senior, he knew he couldn't take care of the women who emant the most to him. To that end that was what brought him to New York, to become tough, to make it on his own without resorting to drugs, dirty dealings, and thievery. Unfortunately that wasn't how the world worked, no matter where he seemd to go he was bound to the code of the seedy underbelly of society. Kai was crafty, cunning, he could sell water to a well, hustle anyone out of their pocket change, and if it came down to it, he could lay anyone out cold.

That was where the parallels of normal people and Malakai Jackson seperated however. It wasn't that he was a bad seed, or a good man doing the worst of deeds, he could not even be considered a homosapien. Maybe if he'd ever met Eric Lensherr in his lifetime, he would've called himself homo-superior, a metahuman, if he'd met Professor Charles Xavier, he could tell you he was gifted. But as far as he knew, thanks to the media and the cold world he was learning more and more about every day, he was a mutant. A living weapon, and to some, a blemish upon society that had to be marked like cattle and tracked even more so than the average person. Rightfully so. Malakai possessed the ability to generate electricity, not your average walk across the carpet too much and accidentally shock yourself on the door type elctricity, but the kind that could equally cause temporary paralysis, maybe even death from a direct shot of Black Lightning right from his fingertips. He had powers that extended beyond simply harming people, but destroying city blocks, or even short circuiting atms as he generally did and walking away with untold thousands of dollars.

Kai even armed with this information tried his best to stay neutral, but as he sat infront of his television on this morning, watching the News of a disturbance at a Mall not too far from his neighborhood, it was all the same. "The Mutant Menace" it perplexed him in a profound way. His size thirteen feet planted on the wood floors of his apartment. His brow scowled and a cigarette wavering smoke here and there all the while he exhaled the poisonous treat from his lungs. What's a man to do in a world in which he's judged by the content of his character and not the color of his skin? What could he do if he wasn't even of the same real race? The question plagued him and sat as visible on his face as the moon in the sky on this night. He'd practically slept the day away, but the world continued on with the same questions with hidden answers. Kai raised his left hand, looking at his fingertips as electric currents rolled across them and down around his palm. He remembered when the tingling feeling was so foreign.

He remembered what it was like, stuffing his hands in his pockets, doing anything not to clap them together, to not see the flash of his power, to contain the super charged bio-electricity that coursed through him. Now it was second nature to him togather his loose change simply by concentrating and drawing it to him, to power his cellphone with the same energy. Even then, he didn't feel like he was living, aside from living a lie. There was a part of him that wanted to step outside into the streets of New York, to allow it to channel all around his body, to simply demolish a car when he was angry, to tazer anyone who tried to harm him, to amybe even protect the ones he loved with such a great power. But at what cost? Being labeled and registered? As what, a freak, an outsider, an alien from another planet? Malakai rubbed his forehead slowly and shook the thought. He'd been thinking too much, even more so than when his brother died, he needed to clear his mind.

With that in mind, Malakai put hsi cigarette out, throwing his dark black hoodie over his white tank top, slipping on a pair of baggy jeans that sagged just over his red and black checkered boxers. He magnetically drew a white gold chain from across the room and placed it around his neck. The Necklace itself had a jesus piece sitting at the end, a momento of his departed brother. He'd retrieved it from the same thungs who'd murdered his sibling in cold blood straight from his dead body, laid out frying on the ground. At times Kai was a heartless, remorseless murdering bastard, if ti came down to it. It was the mentality that had been engrained into his being from day one. Reaching into a drawer next to his bed, Kai took out his ipod and plugged his earphones in.

The sweet blues tune that rang in his ears brought a slow smile to his face as he paced down the streets, almost an extension of his unwavering thoughts, placing a certain undeniable truth, a clarity over them. That no matter what happened, he would be strong, he wouldn't back down from anything in the world. His biggest fear wa slosing his little brother, and he'd lost that. In essense his true fear was pain, feeling pain and losing love, and to feel that pain, yet still have the love of his family and love for himself. That's all that mattered to him, it's all he needed to keep going in this cold world. There on the mean streets of New York, walking step for step until he came to his destination. He was running a little low on funds from several months ago, the last time he'd hit an atm. He was wise enough to have restraint, only to spend what he needed to make it, but never to frequent, and steal frome very atm in New York. Yet now was the time once again to make ends meet, maybe he could find a way to double whatever the machine dispensed. He was saying a quiet hail mary since it wasn't a given that simply by zapping the machine it would spit out money. Of course if he finessed it just right, the machine would simply go haywire and give him what he needed, but if he was too forceful, he'd simply make a mess and draw attention to himself. That was self taught control, yet without a tutor, without any guidance, even that was a crap shoot, trial and error.

Kai drew close to the atm, looking around as the streets were eerily silent on this night, especially for a city that never sleeps. Casually he placed his finger on the console, a flick of electricity curling around his finger instantly, and with a 'Zzzskcchiizcht' the money dispenser buzzed and hummed for a second before beeping several times not unlike a slot machine. Malakai had hit the jackpot again, a bright smile crossing his face as the hundreds, fifties, twenties, fives, and one dollar bills came out ina thick stack that he abruptly took, like a thief in the night, stuffing them in his pockets. Content with himself, Kai turned around, his eyes fading from the bright periwinkle that accompanied his powers use and laid eyes on someone standing directly behind him. His breath caught and choked up in his throat for a brief moment, but his mind reacted like a steel trap, quick with an explaination already made up in his mind. Not that he would explain himself to anyone, but seeing something like that was out of the ordinary. There was no telling how this person could react, what with the Friends of Humanity on the prowl looking for a mistake like this, immediately he cursed himself for not paying attention, for being too careless. Yet there was a resolve inside of him that didn't care, the side of him that hungered for confrontation, interaction, another way to stimulate his mind, to play verbal or physical chess right then and there in life. He cast a silent look, a hard 'don't fuck with me' stare, yet spoke no words.