Name: Jaxon Steele

Gender: Male

Reservation Number: 11

Age: 20

Appearance: "Describe my appearance?" Jaxon sighed. After pondering for several moments, he asked for a mirror. "I don't know how to do this," he admitted sheepishly.

After staring in the shimmering glass, he finally spoke. "I have a short beard that often gets referred to as a bit of scruff. Um...my hair is brown, nearly black, really. I have a large forehead, a big nose, and a square chin. I'm just another face in the mix, nothing special."

The statement wasn't wrong. He was very average. Dark hair, dark eyes, a softer jawline. He was nothing special in looks. In fact, his dark eyes were very reminiscent to the unpleasant murky waters that border his homeland.

Personality: "You're all very bent on making me as uncomfortable as possible, huh?" Jaxon gave the interviewers an uncomfortable smirk. "First thing's first, I am typically self-conscious, though I try to hide it and compensate by being overly outgoing."

He thought back to all of the stupid situations he had gotten himself in by pretending to be outgoing. It never seemed to be the right choice, but it's the one he always went with. "I'm a pretty decent guy, I suppose. I don't like hurting or disappointing people. Although, if it means saving myself, I won't hesitate. Somehow, self-preservation is a big thing to me."

Jaxon stared down at his sweaty hands clasped between the gap in his legs. He hated talking about himself. He was sure that this was some form of torture. "I don't like this. Can we be done with?"

Where are you from: Jaxon groans. "So I take that as I no? We're not done?" The interview answers with the dreaded no. "Okay, I'm from Nighes. Is that enough information or do I have to give you the exact coordinates?" He was starting to wonder how important all of this information was. Why did anyone need to know where he lived? It didn't matter anymore. His home was no longer his home.

Background: They sure know how to push my buttons, Jaxon thought as he had to think of an answer for yet another one of their pressing questions.

"Let me think," he started. "I was ten when the war started. It seems so long ago," he reminisced. "It was awful, the war. The sounds of screaming children and mothers...it's not something you can so easily forget," he mumbled, body trembling at the memories. "My parents were, uh, decapitated in front of both my sister and me. I can't even tell you where she is anymore...I don't even remember her name."

Jaxon slid his hand into the roomy pocket in his jeans and pulled something out. The surface was covered in layers of dirt, grime, and possibly blood. "This was hers." The fabric on the doll had seen its better days. It was ripped in many places and incredibly ragged. A tear slipped out of his eye and more soon followed. "I failed her. I let them separate us."

The interviewer asked him to elaborate on the matter of the war. He replied by saying, "I don't really remember much. It's not something I dwell on anymore."

The interviewer looked up from her sheet of notes. "Anymore?" she asked.

"Yeah. The sounds and images haunted me for years until I finally forced myself to become numb to it."

"Describe your memories," she pressed.

With deep conflict, Jaxon forced himself to speak. If he didn't, he'd be there all day. "The day was perfect. Mom was making us a jingleberry pie and—"

The interviewer interrupted his retelling of the day. "Jingleberries?"

"It's an incredibly sweet berry that is absolutely perfect for pie baking. They don't even need sugar."

A slight gleam entered Jaxon's eyes when he remembered all the perfect pies his mother made, humming all the while. He closed big, round eyes. Jaxon pictured the sunlight peeking through the small window and glinting off his mother's hair while she mixed the flour for the crust. His dad ran in and playfully hugged his mother from behind. She flicked flour in his face and the both them laughed so hard and so loud that both Jaxon and his little baby sister seemed to have no choice but to laugh along with them.

He swiped away a few stray tears. Oh what happy memories. "Anyway," he finally said, sweeping away the too painful memory. "It all started then. It started on the perfect day with my loving family doing what we so often did. The chaos ensued so fast it's hard to recall how it happened."

"Try," the interviewer whispered with a hint of remorse for the boy.

"I—I can't. Buildings just started crumbling, an act of magic obviously. I don't remember it..."

"How about you tell us your past before then. You were ten at the time. What about before that?"

With slights irritation, he answered, "If I can hardly remember ten years back, what exactly makes you think I'll remember past that?"

"This is getting exhausting," she mumbled.

Tell me about it, Jaxon thought.

"Give me anything. A happy memory, a sad memory, an angry one. Anything," the interviewer practically begged. Why was it so important, anyway?

Jaxon rubbed his hands together vigorously. "Uh, well...I remember when my dad first started teaching me the basics of magic. I remember the first time I shifted the fundamentals of gravity. It felt incredible and Dad was so proud. I can see him standing in our yard, cheering. Mom was holding my baby sister in her arms while standing in the doorway with a smile."

"Good. Now we can move on."

Magic: Jaxon sat with his back slouched against the hard wooden chair. "As I mentioned a minute ago, I'm a gravity magi. How do I even know I can trust you with all of this?" he asked getting more suspicious as the interview dragged on.

"Let's move on to the next topic, shall we?"

"No," Jaxon yelled. "How do I know I can trust you?" he annunciated slowly.

Weapon: "Why won't you answer me?" he asked with panic setting in. He gave the stranger too much information. He wondered what was going to happen to him now that they knew everything he had sitting so tightly locked in his brain.

"Please, Jaxon."

The interviewers eyes bore into his own and he instantly decided to answer.

"My magic. I've never been good with much else. I suppose maybe a sword or something..."

Greatest fear: Jaxon let some air escape past his lips. "In which aspect are we using the word?" he asked in attempt to avoid the question.

"I need an object, an idea, and a person."

With a breathy laugh he said, "The person is easy. It's myself."

"Yourself?" the interviewer pushed. "And for what reason?"

"If I couldn't even save my sister, than I've got to be worthless in at least one sense or another. Maybe it makes me a monster. I don't know, really. I just know that I am my biggest fear, my biggest enemy.

"So the other two?" The interviewer leaned forward in her seat getting suddenly interested in the boy's story. He was intriguing.

"Object," he thought tentatively. There were a lot of things he feared. Stupidly enough birds was one of the fears on his list. He wouldn't dare admit that. "Water, particularly deep waters."

"You can't swim," she stated without hesitation.

"I never said that."

"You didn't deny it."

Ignoring her, Jaxon continued with saying, "Magic. It's the idea I fear. It can make or break a person. It can be so helpful, yet so destructive."

Deepest Secret: "That's going a little far, don't you think?"

"As a matter of fact, no," the interviewer answered. "What is your deepest secret?"

He shook his head. "Absolutely not. You've gathered enough of my information. I'm not giving you that."

With a sly grin, the interviewer said, "Well, unfortunately, Mr. Jackson you have no choice in the matter."

His lips pursed with determination not to tell his secret. She will never know that it was his fault his parents died. If only he wouldn't have tried to help by shifting the gravity...maybe they would still be alive. Captured, but alive.

Nearly an hour had passed by without so much as a peep from Jaxon. He refused to budge.

Strengths: Eventually, the interviewer gave up with great displeasure. "We are clearly not getting anywhere with that. What are your strengths?"

"I can block out a lot of memories and thoughts. It makes me sort of desensitized about the really awful things." Jaxon stopped to think more on what his strengths might be. He had never had reason to think about it before. With a smug grin, he said, "I'm stubborn. Take that as you may, but I personally find it to be more of a strength."

The interviewer crossed her arms, knowing very well that he was referring to only moments ago.

"And lastly, I'd consider myself to be fairly strong. Throughout years of training, I've built up a decent amount of muscle.

Weaknesses: "Answering questions, would be one," he said. "It makes me uncomfortable."

"You don't say?" the interviewer looked up at him from her notes.

"Enjoy it while you can. This is bound to end soon."

She rolled her eyes. "I determine when this ends. Now continue. I need two more."

"I am often too outspoken for my own good and simple things make me nervous. New people especially."

"Any physical ones?"

"I can't swim. But you've already figured that out."

Family or friends: "None. I don't make a habit of forming relationships with people. As far as family, I think they're all dead."

"A lonely life," she stated feeling almost sorry for the young one.

"Less relationships creates less heartbreak."

Favorite Creature: "Moving on from that," she said uncomfortably, "your favorite creature."

"Easy," he stated. "Gargoyles. They are fun little pets, with their smashed in faces and wings. Even better than being pets is the meat they produce. Gargoyles are delicious."

"Gross. That's not even fair to do to the poor things. Their souls turn to stone, you know."

"Yes," he replied. "And without their stony souls, I would be a bony corpse."

Vaxon Asherex: "Strong, and seemingly powerful Gravity Mage. Just another Magi that I will enjoy watching die."

Kyren Asherex: "The more powerful your magic is, the more interesting our fight will be. Can't wait to fight and kill you in the arena. Also, Gargoyle? They taste better than they look; although you probably already know that."

Vassti Asherex: "Hmm. An insecure boy who prefers to hide his insecurities by lying about who he really is. Handsome too. If you keep up with your deceptive side, you just might be someone I will be keeping a very close eye on."

Nassia Asherex: "Hehe Gargoyles? Ew! You didn't eat them did you? But you're one of the hottest ones of the group! I really, really want to keep you around! I'll feed you all the Gargoyles you want!"

Jahad Asherex: "Do not allow your insecurities to get the best of you. Insecurities and fear of yourself will kill you faster than anything or anyone. Accept yourself, your past and your mistakes, and then use your weaknesses as your strengths. Maybe... Maybe then you will survive."