Name: Jackson Knightly
Goes By: Jay
Age: 18
Birthday: February 19th
Zodiac: Aquarius (cusp of Pisces)
Gender: Male
Species: ¼ Dolphin, ¼ Human, ¼ Sloth, ¼ Gluttony
Sexuality: Homoflexible
Religion: uhh
Category: Student, College Year 1
Major: Undecided, but probably marine biology
Appearance:
Personality:
Powers:
Species Traits:
History:
Additional Information:
Part of the Hell's Little Hellions plot
Goes By: Jay
Age: 18
Birthday: February 19th
Zodiac: Aquarius (cusp of Pisces)
Gender: Male
Species: ¼ Dolphin, ¼ Human, ¼ Sloth, ¼ Gluttony
Sexuality: Homoflexible
Religion: uhh
Category: Student, College Year 1
Major: Undecided, but probably marine biology
Appearance:

- 6’0”
- Lean swimmer’s body
- Bright blond hair, red-orange eyes
- Lightly tanned skin, no blemishes aside from faint cheek and shoulder freckles
- Generally dresses in loose clothing, hoodies, etc
- Can most often be found with weed, a cigarette or both
- Needs glasses, but usually goes with contacts
- Teeth are slightly pointed
Personality:
- High as much as possible without becoming
too much ofa health hazard - Seems to constantly have the munchies, even when not high for a period of time
- Quite lazy, unless he’s got a passion for it, like swimming
- Also quite unmotivated unless the above criteria are met
- Like to surf and play ukulele as well
- Unhealthy obsession with dolphins. Wants to be a dolphin. Doesn’t realize he is one, partially. It’s sad and pathetic.
- Also kind of wants to be a superhero?
- Not so hot on the gradebook, but is surprisingly emotionally intuitive for someone who seems perpetually high
- Does care about people, and likes to feel like he’s helping
- Also quite curious
- Has some serious self-esteem problems from his time with Foster Mother 4, Harriet
- Used to self-harm, still does on occasion
- That’s one reason he smokes — it keeps him from thinking too deeply about his life problems
- Is rather ditzy, carefree and optimistic when high, easily distracted and very chill
- However, when sober, is rather serious and focused. Can get so apathetic and intense when sober, sometimes, that it’s frightening — he bottles everything up for days on end, so when it finally comes out, it just pours and hits him hard
- Doesn’t like to be sober around people, because he knows how serious and depressed he gets
- Would rather be confused and pathetic than hyperfocused, overthinking and obvious in his conflicts
- Really doesn’t like pity and doesn’t want to be treated any differently for his past. If he talks about it, don’t apologize or comfort, just as questions and show you care through interest and attention
- Honestly just wants to find someone who will cherish him like he wants to be cherished. Doesn’t really… like living in a bubble of weed smoke all day, but it’s all that keeps him together. It’s his rock and anchor, the only one he knows how to hold on to
- Doesn’t want to admit he probably has a problem, either
Powers:
When you’re a demon, one does not simply “get high” to get high. No. Jay’s flight is not only in spirit. God knows if this is a species trait or just miraculous irony, but Jay can in fact fly, and almost effortlessly as well. All he has to do is lift his feet off the ground and say “forget you, gravity!” Just to clarify, he does not have to actually SAY that. Just, feel it. Inside. Of course, such ease of flight can be detrimental. If Jay gets too relaxed, as he is bound to do, being pot-headed sloth demon, he is prone to randomly floating into the air. This often happens when he is sleeping or smoking as well.
Many individuals can grow plants on command, but few are specialized to a single species. Jay is, in fact, specialized, and his specialty is, in fact, marijuana. He can grow a lot of it. High quality, high quantity, low effort. He can also dry it and spawn joints, blunts, bongs, etc seemingly from thin air. It’s useful. Really. As far as quantity goes, Sage can grow about a gallon bag of leaves, fresh not dried and crumbled, in a 24 hour period. Growth moves at a visual rate, and he can complete an entire mature plant in about a five minutes. Has the potential to be expanded in quantity, viable species, etc with training. All marijuana grown but be within a 10ft radius from Jay's body.
Species Traits:
Being part dolphin has it’s perks, even if shifting currently isn’t one of them. Jay may not know of his heritage, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t affect him. Due to a mixture of special advantage and personal training, Jay can hold his breath for an easy 10 minutes, 15 if he strains. He is also an incredibly fast swimmer, capable of reaching up to 25 miles per hour in sprints. In the human world, he often keeps his speeds down to inconspicuous levels, but when swimming in the ocean he lets loose. Finally, Jay’s teeth are all slightly more pointed than average. It’s not obvious, but Jay has noticed when comparing himself to others.
As a sloth demon, Jay is always tired to some degree. If he naps prior, he an be energetic enough for sports and the like - being only ¼ sloth means he has more energy than many others - but he often snoozes when left to his own devices. If kept up too long, he will grow cranky, irritable, and a generally terrible person to be around. Not even a joint will sate him.
All smokers get hungry, but this is a little different. Jay is, to put it kindly, always hungry to some degree. It’s not as harsh as his uncles, who are closer to gluttony than he is, but it remains the same. He is never really full, not completely, and no matter how much or what exactly he eats, Jay never gains a pound. It’s as though he it is physically impossible for him to go over his ideal weight due to genetic calorie burning, and he finds himself constantly shoving food into his face in order to maintain even that. At least he can eat anything. Literally anything. He ate his math textbook once. And a laundry basket. And a lamp. And a grenade. That one was pretty spicy.
As a demon, Jay cannot die completely; his body disintegrates upon death and he respawns elsewhere within a few days, clad in whatever he was wearing at death. Outside of death, he will simply regenerate. The regeneration moves at a visual rate, and he is able to completely regrow a leg, for example, in about an hour - tops - without scarring. Pain is not dulled by this power.
History:
Sloth fell in love with a dolphin for her energy and had a child, hereby known as Slothphin. Gluttony fell in love with a chef and had a child, hereby known as Seafood Chef. Slothphin and Seafood Chef found each other and bonded over their love of ocean cuisine. They never legally married out of laziness but did have a child. However, before he was born, they realized a few thing. Slothphin was far too lazy to commit to a relationship and a child, and she wished to return to the sea forever, end of story. Seafood Chef was too hungry to share his dinner with a child or a wife, and he needed to focus on his job, which was entirely based around food. So, the two separated, and they put an unnamed child, hereby known as Weed Baby Jay, up for adoption the day he was born. See, Slothphin didn’t want to be responsible for drowning a baby, and Seafood Chef didn’t want to be responsible for eating one. He ate a lot. Well, anyway, the hospital gave Weed Baby to a woman who specialized in the foster care of infants so as to make sure they developed okay. She named Weed Baby Jackson Knightly, as she liked the ring of it. So yeah. That happened.
Because Foster Mom One only worked with infants and such, Jay was moved into a new foster home at the age of two. Foster Mom Two was alright. She got Jay ready for school and such, red him, helped him get ready to be a “big boy.”
Foster Mom Three was even better. She was an aging woman, but she knew about powers, and when he was switched to her at age six due to budding signs of his powers she helped him get them under control. She also nurtured his love of the ocean, and it was with Foster Mom Three that he first swam with dolphins. It was an unforgettable experience - at least, more unforgettable than Foster Mom Three’s real name - and it was then that Jay’s love of dolphins was born. He decided he was going to be Dolphin Man one day - ½ dolphin, ½ human and 100% kickass! It angsted him to know that he would never truly become a dolphin. He didn’t know of the fact that he actually was ¼ dolphin. How ironically tragic.
Just to clarify, the powers that began to show at age 6 were his flight, his regeneration and his various other species traits. Weedification did not show up until later.
Anyway, when Jay was ten, Foster Mom Three — whom he vaguely recalls as being named Marge, maybe, or Maggie? Maybe Matha… — began to grow ill. When it took a turn for the worse, Jay was officially moved into a new foster home. Foster Mom Four, Harriet, wasn’t as great as Foster Mom Three.
FM4 was a harsh lady. She had a kind face and a jolly look about her, kept her home clean and her food cooked, and that was probably why she was allowed to have too many foster kids. To clarify, she only had two or three at once, but when one kid left, another came in. Jolly ‘ole FM4 made a good show that she wanted to help the kids, but she was doing it for the tax breaks and honestly gave zero shits about the wellbeing of her children. She bribed and threatened them into not speaking the truth, and the fact that she was one of the only foster mothers that knew of and accepted children with powers, the center overlooked some of the obvious signs.
FM4 was abusive to her kids, physically mentally and emotionally. She’d never wanted kids. She’d never even liked them. FM4 had wanted to be an actress, but when her good for nothing husband left her without money nor an education, she was stuck and broke, her only option to get as many tax breaks as possible. So she grabbed an okay-looking job and fostered a few kids here and there. But she wasn’t nice to them. There was a mutual acceptance between FM4 and her kids, and it was one of hatred.
Due to his regenerative abilities, Jay was hit worse than the other kids. He;d even go as far as to take the blame for their wrongdoings as well as the punishments, just because he knew the damage would heal on him faster than the others. Still, that meant if he was going to make a case, bruises weren’t going to cut it — she didn’t hit the kids without regeneration hard enough to bruise, and they didn’t last on Jay. So, for the next several years, Jay collected all the money he could, stealing what he couldn’t gather in segments from MF4’s “secret” cash stash.
Throughout this difficult time, Jay bonded with his older “siblings” quite closely. His housemates were Anthony and Brianna. They were close, but if he had to choose favorites, Jay loved Anthony the most. Brianna was too quiet, too studious to be of much fun, though she knew how to drink. Anthony was his bro. He taught Jay how to surf (Florida port town), how to pick up guys (Anthony was openly gay and very chill with things), and, most importantly, how to smoke weed. They smoked a lot of weed. A whole shit ton! When Jay’s Weedification power first reared its head at age 13, their fun times only grew better, because now they didn’t even have to pay. It was lovely.
All the while, Jay wasn’t doing too hot in school. It was alright, he supposed. He passed his classes. Jay just didn’t care much for that. His sports, that’s where he was gifted. He was going to be a swimmer - hell, colleges were already watching him in middle school - and once he got into college, then he’d start putting in effort. He’d be a marine biologist, maybe. And a professional swimmer.
He’d go into the big time. After all, he applied to and got into the Junior olympics for the first time when he was 12 years old. He won his swim easily, powers fueling him, and proceeded to enter three more throughout his high school years. These, too were won. People were watching Jay. He was a national athletic champion, set for the olympics, hands down. FM4 didn’t even care about the plane ticket prices. The prize money was worth the effort.
Things at home climaxed when Jay turned 15. He got his ipod, iMessage included, a few weeks before Anthony graduated and moved out of the house for good. They stayed in touch through the use of email, but it wasn’t the same. Plus, FM4 brought in another young kid to foster — Samuel . Jay took Sam under his wing like Anthony had done to him, but again, it wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to see Sam hurt like he had been and began taking video of everything wrong that happened in that house. It took an entire year for Jay to get all the footage he needed of FM4’s abuse, but when he finally filed a report, things were blown sky high. FM4 was locked away and the three kids were seperated into, this time, loving foster homes.
After everything went down, Jay began really smoking. A lot. There was so much wrong with his life that was finally sinking in, all of the memories and pain that he had pushed away in order to function in FM4’s house. It all hurt, and it didn’t help that, athletically famous as he was, his story was all over the news. His friends from school tried to offer sympathy and it only made everything worse. Jay fell back on weed and swimming as his only comforts. His grades fell, his sports excelled, and most of what he did was under a veil of mind-numbing smoke. At least FM5, Terry, was nice. She was. Modest, flighty, and completely unhelpful in response to his problems, but she was nice, and that was enough.
After graduating high school, Jay found himself in a funk. He hadn’t accepted offers to any colleges that offered him for his swimming, wanting to take a year off, probably. Then the letter from Starlight Academy came in. After discussing with FM5, he took the offer, intrigued and with scholarships to fall back on if he decided he hated the place. Plus, the letter told him of part of his heritage - that he had actual blood relatives on his island. He was apparently a demon, sloth and gluttony go figure, but that’s all the island knew. He was worried, but he had to admit he wanted to meet extended family. So, he packed up his bags and went. What could go wrong?
Because Foster Mom One only worked with infants and such, Jay was moved into a new foster home at the age of two. Foster Mom Two was alright. She got Jay ready for school and such, red him, helped him get ready to be a “big boy.”
Foster Mom Three was even better. She was an aging woman, but she knew about powers, and when he was switched to her at age six due to budding signs of his powers she helped him get them under control. She also nurtured his love of the ocean, and it was with Foster Mom Three that he first swam with dolphins. It was an unforgettable experience - at least, more unforgettable than Foster Mom Three’s real name - and it was then that Jay’s love of dolphins was born. He decided he was going to be Dolphin Man one day - ½ dolphin, ½ human and 100% kickass! It angsted him to know that he would never truly become a dolphin. He didn’t know of the fact that he actually was ¼ dolphin. How ironically tragic.
Just to clarify, the powers that began to show at age 6 were his flight, his regeneration and his various other species traits. Weedification did not show up until later.
Anyway, when Jay was ten, Foster Mom Three — whom he vaguely recalls as being named Marge, maybe, or Maggie? Maybe Matha… — began to grow ill. When it took a turn for the worse, Jay was officially moved into a new foster home. Foster Mom Four, Harriet, wasn’t as great as Foster Mom Three.
FM4 was a harsh lady. She had a kind face and a jolly look about her, kept her home clean and her food cooked, and that was probably why she was allowed to have too many foster kids. To clarify, she only had two or three at once, but when one kid left, another came in. Jolly ‘ole FM4 made a good show that she wanted to help the kids, but she was doing it for the tax breaks and honestly gave zero shits about the wellbeing of her children. She bribed and threatened them into not speaking the truth, and the fact that she was one of the only foster mothers that knew of and accepted children with powers, the center overlooked some of the obvious signs.
FM4 was abusive to her kids, physically mentally and emotionally. She’d never wanted kids. She’d never even liked them. FM4 had wanted to be an actress, but when her good for nothing husband left her without money nor an education, she was stuck and broke, her only option to get as many tax breaks as possible. So she grabbed an okay-looking job and fostered a few kids here and there. But she wasn’t nice to them. There was a mutual acceptance between FM4 and her kids, and it was one of hatred.
Due to his regenerative abilities, Jay was hit worse than the other kids. He;d even go as far as to take the blame for their wrongdoings as well as the punishments, just because he knew the damage would heal on him faster than the others. Still, that meant if he was going to make a case, bruises weren’t going to cut it — she didn’t hit the kids without regeneration hard enough to bruise, and they didn’t last on Jay. So, for the next several years, Jay collected all the money he could, stealing what he couldn’t gather in segments from MF4’s “secret” cash stash.
Throughout this difficult time, Jay bonded with his older “siblings” quite closely. His housemates were Anthony and Brianna. They were close, but if he had to choose favorites, Jay loved Anthony the most. Brianna was too quiet, too studious to be of much fun, though she knew how to drink. Anthony was his bro. He taught Jay how to surf (Florida port town), how to pick up guys (Anthony was openly gay and very chill with things), and, most importantly, how to smoke weed. They smoked a lot of weed. A whole shit ton! When Jay’s Weedification power first reared its head at age 13, their fun times only grew better, because now they didn’t even have to pay. It was lovely.
All the while, Jay wasn’t doing too hot in school. It was alright, he supposed. He passed his classes. Jay just didn’t care much for that. His sports, that’s where he was gifted. He was going to be a swimmer - hell, colleges were already watching him in middle school - and once he got into college, then he’d start putting in effort. He’d be a marine biologist, maybe. And a professional swimmer.
He’d go into the big time. After all, he applied to and got into the Junior olympics for the first time when he was 12 years old. He won his swim easily, powers fueling him, and proceeded to enter three more throughout his high school years. These, too were won. People were watching Jay. He was a national athletic champion, set for the olympics, hands down. FM4 didn’t even care about the plane ticket prices. The prize money was worth the effort.
Things at home climaxed when Jay turned 15. He got his ipod, iMessage included, a few weeks before Anthony graduated and moved out of the house for good. They stayed in touch through the use of email, but it wasn’t the same. Plus, FM4 brought in another young kid to foster — Samuel . Jay took Sam under his wing like Anthony had done to him, but again, it wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to see Sam hurt like he had been and began taking video of everything wrong that happened in that house. It took an entire year for Jay to get all the footage he needed of FM4’s abuse, but when he finally filed a report, things were blown sky high. FM4 was locked away and the three kids were seperated into, this time, loving foster homes.
After everything went down, Jay began really smoking. A lot. There was so much wrong with his life that was finally sinking in, all of the memories and pain that he had pushed away in order to function in FM4’s house. It all hurt, and it didn’t help that, athletically famous as he was, his story was all over the news. His friends from school tried to offer sympathy and it only made everything worse. Jay fell back on weed and swimming as his only comforts. His grades fell, his sports excelled, and most of what he did was under a veil of mind-numbing smoke. At least FM5, Terry, was nice. She was. Modest, flighty, and completely unhelpful in response to his problems, but she was nice, and that was enough.
After graduating high school, Jay found himself in a funk. He hadn’t accepted offers to any colleges that offered him for his swimming, wanting to take a year off, probably. Then the letter from Starlight Academy came in. After discussing with FM5, he took the offer, intrigued and with scholarships to fall back on if he decided he hated the place. Plus, the letter told him of part of his heritage - that he had actual blood relatives on his island. He was apparently a demon, sloth and gluttony go figure, but that’s all the island knew. He was worried, but he had to admit he wanted to meet extended family. So, he packed up his bags and went. What could go wrong?
Additional Information:
Part of the Hell's Little Hellions plot