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His head would be considered 'oblong' in shape with a hard jawline and a pointed chin. His lips, while mildly pouty, are characteristically small in size in proportion to the size of his head. His eyes are extremely thin, but very expressive. Jaxon is a full spectrum polychrome, and this is obviously expressed in his eyes. Having ascended to Prism, his eyes are an unnatural shimmery shade of silver with iridescent rainbow. Naturally, his eyes are a soft green so the green around the pupil--while potentially striking if someone looks closely--is closer to natural in tinge. His hair is typically kept short and dark brown, nearly black, in color.
Jaxon is stylish, but he's in the position to be able to do so. While he dresses for whatever suits him at the time, it's typically expensive attire. He's appropriate when it comes to business, suit and tie all the way. Otherwise he wears flexible attire. Being on the Spectrum, the Chromatic Council, isn't exactly the safest job.
He's relatively friendly to his community but he has a natural aversion to the Talented and those associated with the Sa'Kage. Jaxon was raised to believe that the Sa'Kage was a corrupt organization hellbent on taking over the world with that corruption. As a result, unfortunately, anyone who even seems relatively poor he is suspicious. He was raised in the spotlight, with his father being the Red for most of Jaxon's life, so he's accustomed to putting on a mask and being 'appropriate' for his position.
As a result, Jaxon has a slight duality. In private he's relatively relaxed and easy going. He hates putting on pants if it's a day he doesn't have to and enjoys reading and physical training. He trains at luxin when capable but he can get color sick easily. In public, he's calm and reserved, thoughtful even. He's not a jabberjaw in any regards, always thinks before he speaks which can give him an air of haughtiness.
Dislikes include, but are not limited to, cherries, Sa'Kage and overtly power-hungry chromats.
When actively drafting, he's more highly influenced by Yellow despite being dominant Red. As a result, his mind is extremely clear. However, it is very possible to annoying him into outrage after a short time of active drafting, the red does come out quite clearly. Jaxon's mood is most affected by green, he tends to get lost in the wild nature of green, free-spirited as it were and sometimes he's overly honest because of it.
Green – 85 to 90%
Blue - from 48% to 100% - Superchromat
Jaxon is highly skilled at hand-to-hand combat including small weapons like daggers. His fighting style is very skilled with luxin-implemented styles. For example, throwing flammable projectiles at a target while fighting. He's also strength-oriented. So if he's out-played via agility he tends to react like a bull. Just charge.
Color sickness has almost become a moot thing as he progresses through being polychrome to actual Prism. Color sickness occurs if he uses more than four colors simultaneously for an extended period of time (4+ hours). Once color sickness sets in, however, he is sick for several agonizing hours (~8) where blinking, sleeping, eating and moving hurts. Sleep for the whole day, yes please.
Jaxon is the eldest born to Maia and Connor Press. He was born in the middle of summer heat with very little complication, though a grueling forty-six hour labor a fact of which his mother consistently reminds him. Jaxon was raised in a rather rich household. His mother was a bichrome working for the Chromeria in the governmental liaison office, a job that while mostly deskwork but had her interacting quite frequently with the Spectrum... where she met Connor. Connor was the Red of the Spectrum and had been for the past ten years, when he met Maia. Love was not instant, in fact Maia disliked Connor from the very beginning but ultimately he won her over with his suave and debonair personality.
Maia discontinued any further education at the Chromeria and her job as one of the many government liaisons for the Chromeria in favor of raising her and the Red's children. She was a housewife and a stay at home mom, and if ever asked she was perfectly happy with that decision. Jaxon could never have wanted for anything growing up, except Connor was of the mind that all belongings had to be earned and so Jaxon had to pay for everything he wanted. At first it was just chores, and then errands. Jaxon was never exposed to the war between the Chromeria and the Sa'Kage, instead he grew up in blissful innocence but being taught a sense of responsibility and duty.
When he was ten years old, Connor had him subjected to the Trial and the Thresher, a practice long disposed of as any analysis before the age of puberty was subject to false positives--but Connor believed his son an exception and would not be swayed. It was a horrific ordeal, it terrified him. He felt as if snakes were crawling over his skin, he felt as if the screaming in his ears wouldn't cease. luxin has a way of messing with some people, giving them hallucinations, or at least that was what he was told when he ultimately passed the Trial. It was determined that he could see Red almost perfectly--a boastful fact his father often brought up when rubbing elbows with other political officials--and most of yellow. Normally, he would have been considered a monochrome since he couldn't see the entirety of yellow just ninety percent of it, but with his father being the Red he received special treatment. He was unaware of this until much later.
Thankfully, to live up to expectation, Jaxon ultimately was able to draft the entirety of Yellow save for perfect and lived up to the bichrome title he was given. Connor had been a polychrome, and it was expected that Jaxon would be the same. When Jaxon excelled at his Chromaturgy education through 'high school,' even ultimately skipped a year throughout his education, but lacked developing a third color, he was given a choice: follow in his mother's footsteps as a face of the Chromeria, or protect it with his life and enlist in the blackguard forging his own way in this world.
The bichrome chose the latter and enlisted in the blackguard at the age of seventeen, at his father's stamp of approval and Spectrum signature--yet another exception Jaxon would learn his name came with. In tandem, the bichrome would also enroll in further education at the pushing of his father, something in political sciences (bachelors). The work was grueling, physical training all day and mental at night, he often missed sleep but he fought for that program. His father told him political science blackguards were often given prestigious units upon completion of training, and if Jaxon did anything in his life it was to make his family proud. Even by force.
He was yet a blackguard in training and an undergraduate student for a mere year before everything came crashing down. During one grueling match, he attempted to throw a projectile ball of Red luxin to create a distraction and instead came Green. He lost that fight, since much of blackguard training is active combat between trainees and gained a few becoming scars and bruises. While the bruises went away, the scarring did not.
He was declared a polychrome. Jaxon's father had him removed from the blackguard under the excuse that he had yet to take the vow and polychromes were too valuable to waste on front-line combat. Jaxon protested, but having been raised to follow his father's orders, the protests were not much and fell on deaf ears. Instead, Jaxon continued his education in political science, achieved a masters by the age of twenty two while he also re-enrolled in remedial Green classes (not typically required but he needed to be proficient if he was going to be a polychrome). In the end, Jaxon used his achieved degree but it was a glorified position beside a politician as a consultant for the Chromeria. Jaxon served as part consultant, part arm candy, part celebrity and part bodyguard. A convoluted job that brought Jaxon very little joy and entertainment.
Jaxon did this job over the next few years. At the age of twenty eight, Jaxon's life changed dramatically. His father had been consulting with several disgruntled mages beholden to the Sa'Kage when he was abruptly assassinated. Someone must have found out his plan, Conner died in his bed of unknown causes but since he was completely healthy and nowhere near becoming a color wight, it was ruled as homicide.
The Chromeria voted that since Jaxon had the experience, and was Connor's son, that he should be the new Red under the excuse that some traditions should be kept within the family. In an attempt to live up to his father's expectations, he accepted the position and has been serving as the Red since.
Jaxon holds very little joy in being the Red, mostly because the current council looks at him as too young to contribute worthwhile ideas. To them he is a figure head, and while he doesn't agree with most of what they decide, he is still a voice and he is still trying to change things throughout Lochstone.
In 2016, Jaxon ascended to full spectrum polychrome and submitted for the position of High Prism after petitioning the Spectrum during a very public interview. During that time he was shot and hospitalized.
Over the last year, Jaxon has spent most of his time working on his relationship with his girlfriend, Paige Bradley -- The High Spectrum Green -- and keeping the Red from crucifying himself with his behavior with Southern Lochstone.
In early 2017, Jaxon was the target of an attempted kidnapping by an organization that called themselves the Forgotten Ones, he has since suffered extreme PTSD symptoms and is working through those issues.
The team had spent most of the afternoon surrounding Jaxon in a giant circle while the drafter bask in sunlight and attempted to convince his bodyguards that no one was watching. That they could indeed relax. But each one of them was continuously paranoid. The muscled man signed and simply leaned back, until finally after several hours of Jaxon tanning, one of his bodyguards rummaged through the pack that Jaxon had bought to find more suntan lotion. Instead, he found a Frisbee. Jaxon pulled down the tip of his sunglasses and smiled that sly kind of smile, with a twinkle in his tri-colored eye. The one who had managed to pull the Frisbee from the sack was none other than Marshall, a green drafter whom had played competitive Frisbee several years ago.
While it was the blackguards duty to protect the Red, it was the Red’s duty to know who was protecting him. And Marshall suggested the troupe take a break, which results in an hour long game of Frisbee, competitive with a bunch of muscled and highly agile, trained men.
Covered in sweat and sand, Jaxon missed the latest throw resulting in a collective Ohhhhh from the playing team. He smiled and jogged his way towards the woman it landed on. He lifted his sunglasses away from his face and placed them on top of his head. ”Hey, sorry about that.” Jaxon extended his hand towards her, either she could hand the Frisbee over, stand up or completely ignore him. The match was hers.