#ohmonstrosity

Well. She couldn’t deny their new pack member was extremely hot. Scout wasn’t even attempting to hide the fact she was checking him out, curious if he was as delicious beneath the clothes as he appeared to be on top. Clearly, she had died and gone to heaven. Heaven being Beacon Hills where she was surrounded by a group of ridiculously attractive people.

“Hey, I don’t mean to bother you, but there’s an angry drunk guy in one of the rooms... Mind helping me escort him out?”

Mun name/ age/ time zone: Satan ; 24 ; EST Muse name/ age/ face claim: Jackson Whittemore ; 21 ; Colton Haynes Location of their pack tattoo: Back of his right hand Do they have a job? Unemployed with a trust fund Graduate? Drop-out? Student? High School graduate Addictions/ habits/ hobbies? Anything that gets him to relax and anything that keeps him active. (ie. sports, drinking, sex, drugs.) Jackson will always try just about anything once, and if he likes it – he’ll keep it in rotation. Any criminal record? The most trouble Jackson has ever had with the law are speeding tickets that his dad got him out of every time so his driving record remained untarnished. Short Full bio:

Why would anyone want to run away from a life filled with anything one could possibly want? Jackson Whittemore asked himself this a lot over the years and came to a conclusion at the beginning of senior year – because it wasn’t filled with anythingHE wanted. 

Everything was done for the sake of his parents and being their prized child. Outstanding grades, best on the sports teams, always on his best behavior at any function he was forced to attend. Jackson had always been a puppet of sorts with strings being pulled. Always in some form of a spotlight and he was over it. His life has never been lived for himself and perhaps his terrible attitude towards others can find blame in the situation he’s been trapped in. Held prisoner by his own parents with promises of outlandish rewards the teen doesn’t need if he appeases them. It took years of growing up to understand he never really was his own person.

Two weeks into senior year is when Jackson began to smoke. His parents never noticed and it helped relax him. A win / win. That was when he began to fight his dad on college and which one he wanted to attend. It took some time – but the teen had reached a state of rebellion within the household. His parents acted like they had no idea who he was and truthfully, they never really did. Jackson has done nothing but play a role they shoved him into. It’s not long before the accusation of drugs is thrown in and while it’s truthfully denied – it sets gears into motion. Not long before the teen finds himself hunting down a one Scott McCall behind the bleachers, skipping a class in the process. 

That was the first time Jackson got high and he loved it. He’d never felt so calm and as if nothing else mattered – and if he finally crossed the line of kissing a boy well, he’ll keep that to himself. He never did go much near McCall after that but he certainly continued to get high in his own hiding places. Senior year was for doing things his way for a change. Threats of things being taken from him, having to ride the bus – as if popularity means much to him these days. But grades remain steady and when graduation rolls around, he’s out of the house and out of the state. It’s a good couple of weeks (maybe a month or two) on a bender of parties and poor life choices (at least they were his own) before Jackson shows up in town again.

               “Don’t call me bossy because I know what I want. Yeah – lose ‘em.”                 Bossy is more of less an understatement while Jackson sits there in                 his own  attire with  no intentions of  removing any  of them. At least                 not for himself. Doing this in the locker  room was risky. Overly risky                 but he’s not too bothered. Apparently.