if i set fire to these walls right now.

MJ KINGSTON \ SUBMISSIVE \ 24

PERSONALITY

Charming, Passionate, Artistic, Unpredictable, Fiercely Independent, Competitive, Hot Headed with a hairpin trigger.

BIOGRAPHY

Morgan Jamison Kingston was born as the youngest son to a Jamison and Nicholas Kingston, they had two kids before him and with each addition they never thought they could be happier… Only a few short days after giving birth, Jamison passed away in her sleep. Something during the birth was overlooked, and no matter how many times the doctors explained it it went over Nick’s head… And no matter how many times they explained it, he wasn’t coming back. He lost his wife, his soulmate and the mother of his children… But he had a family to raise and provide for so he moved on and took his daughter home. He grew distant and cold, but MJ survived that with the help of his older sister and brother who both took their turns to help raise his into the man he hoped to become. From his brother he learned how to be smart and survive without the help of others, he learned to be strong in his beliefs and take a stand for others who needed it more. From his sister he learned fun, he learned how to laugh at himself while also being confident in himself as a black man and a human being. He learned being a submissive, if that’s what he turned out to be, didn’t mean a life of servitude and it never would mean that. Though suddenly one day, his brother was gone. He’d left a note saying how hard raising his two siblings, basically alone had become, and decided to go to college away from New Eden.. Away from him, and his sister. Morgan was ready at all of 9 years old to step up and become the man of the house. He figured that’s what was expected of him, so he could handle that. He kept a close eye on his sister, and because of this he watched her slowly go down a path he couldn’t save her from. While this wasn’t his fault, all the blame and doubt surrounded him and hung in the air… He tried a few times over the next few years to pull her out of it, to get her help, but every time she went back down the same path.. Then there was no saving her. She was gone and he was in the room while it happened. He was 13 and screaming, begging someone to come and help. By the time 911 got to him, by the time they made it to that side of town, she was long gone and he was… Broken, lost, confused. Angry, was the major emotion he felt, it was the one that anchored him to earth again, and fueled his actions going forward. The next 9 months of his life were dedicated to to trying to find the man who gave his sister the bad batch, which sent him down a path that almost got him killed, and most certainly changed his life forever. The dealer was part of a gang, he knew the dealer because he’d come over sometimes when his dad wasn’t home, and getting to be apart of them… To be a runner, and gain their trust wasn’t hard. He didn’t have a lot to lose and he was ready to do anything to take them down. Though he was young, and he was stupid, and he should have been more careful with who he trusted. One wrong move, one wrong word, and he was completely fucked. After a set up from the gang MJ was found with drugs on his person, and as a young black man that immediately meant jail time. His life got completely turned upside down because of everything, and he very quickly realized he did have something to lose in all this. Himself. Everything was a blur, he gave up on himself before anyone else had a chance too. He was a young black man, and he had yet to be marked, for all they knew he could be a switch, and they had to set an example, didn’t they. He lost 4 years of his life in Juvie and when he finally thought all was said and done they sent him to a rehabilitation house once he was out. 5 more years probation all because of one stupid mistake. When he was first out anger was still what was cementing him to reality, every fiber of his being was angry and it was the only way he knew how to survive. He fought for the other kids, took the punishments the people in the house were giving out, and he decided this was his fate. Since no one was listening to them, no one was listening to him. He was a submissive with a record, no one cared what he had to say… Then one day, after a year of this all the staff at the house switched and things were… Different. They ran things better, and treated everyone with respect. MJ still didn’t trust a single damn soul, but he could play this game and follow these rules. Though it turns out there were no games, and after another year he finally started to feel more than the anger running through his veins her felt… Love, and trust and… He started to feel like a human being again. He still has his bad days, he still has days where he wants to punch a hole in something, but he knows how to control it better now. He still has a want and need to fight for something, he just hasn’t figured out what that something is yet.. Maybe one day soon he’ll find it.

HEADCANONS

MJ still has a lot of trust issues, and has a tendency not to trust dominants especially. A few dominants have wiggled their way into his good graces, but most of the time, even though charming and respectful, he’d rather chew glass than let a dominant he doesn’t trust anywhere near him.