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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Trouble always seemed to follow Jax wherever he went. He left WindClan and joined the Rift to have a somewhat fresh start with people who didn't give a shit if he said something hurtful, but the people and troubles from his past always seemed to find him. Take Uma for example. Jax didn't feel comfortable around his son, especially after what had happened between them back when Jax had been in WindClan. Peachmoon found him, too, but he wasn't bitter about that; he forgot just how much he needed her in his life in order to stay somewhat sane, even though Jax was sure she wasn't sane herself. He loved that about her anyway. Her presence made Uma's just a bit more bearable, now that he had someone to talk to.

The sun was kissing the horizon as it made its slow descent into night, and Jax was sitting on the beach, silently staring out at the water. Edgy, right? He found the sound of the waves and the heat of the setting sun soothing as troublesome thoughts buzzed around inside of his head. Since he didn't have to do anything other than his daily duties, he found himself with a lot of free time. Jax was a full out workaholic, so he didn't like this one bit. Work has always distracted him from his family problems, but now he couldn't escape those thoughts. He hated it.

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jaxlb: .....
jaxlb: I doubt any of that was information that needed to be shared.
jaxlb: There's something called "private messaging" for a reason.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Jax preferred to dwell at night. Everything in the daytime simply moved too quickly, and no one ever savored the moment anymore. He supposed it was because of the lack of mortality. People die and come back all the time, so why should we care about the time we get? Jax had a dilemma: he couldn't die unless someone else killed him. Dying from bleeding out, old age, sickness, or suicide were all out of the question. He has never wished for death, but immortality was daunting. But you never know— one day your life could be suddenly ripped from you, and you would regret not caring more about the time you had with all the people you hated and loved.

What melancholy thoughts to be having, huh? Unfortunately, it was all he could really think about when he was walking out in the territory at night. It was another one of those nights, too. Jax had abandoned his bed for a brisk walk to the beach, where he had nearly tripped over a peculiar book. A Tale of Two Cities. Jax stared down at it for a moment, his lips pursed. He was more of a Moby Dick kind of guy, but it wasn't a bad read. The former leader glanced up and found James, who looked pretty much half dead.

Jax pushed the book over to his nephew until it was basically on his paws. "Is this yours?" he asked, tipping his head. He found it interesting to find someone else who bothered to sit down and read something. These days it was all about parties, drugs, drama, and the dissipation of monogamous relationships. Some people forgot what it was like to take time out of your day to read something truly good. Without a job to occupy in the Rift, Jax found himself reading a lot of books. He wouldn't admit it, but he kind of got into romance novels and The Lord of the Rings.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]"Yes, perhaps you should ease off of the sleeping," Jax said as he padded over. Too much sleep seemed like a blessing to Jax, but he knew that too much could be a curse as well. "Choosing to be disoriented by constantly taking naps isn't the wisest decision." Perhaps it was him being paranoid, to tell her not to be comfortable enough in her home to not take so many naps, but it was his instinct from when he hunted vampires. The last time he truly let his guard down, Katherine had tried to take his head off. Damn Targaryens. His gaze moved across the small star charms, wondering if his wife would like something like that.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]i never pay attention to jax's post count either :'^3c his 3,000th post went right in one of my ears and out the other

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]jaxlb: Yes, thank goodness they're gone. I can't stand people who can't keep it in their pants in public.
jaxlb: Also, don't use bleach to get blood out of anything that isn't white unless you want a white blot in whatever you're trying to clean.
jaxlb: I recommend scrubbing with ammonia.
jaxlb: Or peroxide.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Too bad Jax didn't give a shit when people got offended by what he said. "That's unfortunate," he said, pursing his lips as he took a seat. It seemed that she might be a little embarrassed about her sleeping habits, or that she was embarrassed that Jax had criticized her. It truly would be a shame to die because you couldn't move quickly enough when you were too sleepy.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]jaxlb: @Sylbae And I guess you don't know when to draw the line when it comes to your jokes?
jaxlb:  CAIMAN People who are incessantly indecent have a special place reserved for them in hell.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]ohhhh you should!

oh and do you guys have any song recs? i need some New Tunes

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]hi alkalinity!!!! n__n

i listen to a little bit of everything!! however lately ive been into 00's rock and uplifting music :3c

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]The teeth were getting dusty— he had known this for a while, but he couldn't quite bring himself to take them out to the river and clean them off. He was afraid to look at the fangs that sat in the bag, in fear that he may relapse and become the person he had once been. Jax knew that this fear was irrational. If he were to ever try and do those things again, he had Peachmoon to pull him out. Probably. Then again, his wife wasn't really someone who'd do that. She'd probably tell him to go on ahead and start hunting vampires again, start putting his family in danger in favor of the rush he got from removing one of the creatures from the face of the planet. That was a bad habit of hers.

One night, he finally scrounged up the nerve to take the small bag out to the river. The setting sun bathed the valley in crimson light as Jax made his way to the rushing water. He took a seat, his exhale coming out as a forlorn sigh. The African canine took out the bag and carefully laid the jaws and teeth out in front of him, some of them dirty and brown due to not being cleansed and preserved properly. Jax took a moment to observe the incisors and reminisce (though 'reminisce' isn't the right word— the memories that were associated with these teeth were certainly not enjoyable). He did not remember the names of the people that had once possessed the ivories laid out before him, but he did remember the emotions that he had felt. Anger, pity, and even lust. Jax felt unclean while looking at the idle incisors. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and then started to clean.

He was halfway through the bag when he slipped. A fang slipped through his paws and into the water, causing his breath to hitch and his heart rate to spike. The African canine immediately rose to his paws and gave chase, trying to spot the lengthy tooth as it made its way with the current. He couldn't lose it. Even after he knew that he wouldn't find the incisor, he kept running after it until he was in what he thought was unfamiliar territory, surrounded by a now familiar scent and a now familiar river. It was when Jax realized where he was did he finally stop running. Hah... how cruel was this? He ended up in the place where it all began. The canine fell back on his rump, a defeated look appearing on his features. Why did he run all this way? Because of a tooth? He knew it wasn't just because of the tooth, but he still wasn't sure. It bothered him. Jax glanced down at the river next to him, his golden gaze tracing an invisible line that the incisor must've followed, his heart sinking. He felt like he had lost something important, like he had failed the person that the tooth had once belonged to.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]—INTRODUCTION.
This is Jax Lucian-Banner's information thread. Art, playlists, his biography, and other things will be stored here.

—CONTENTS.
-Biography.
-Playlist.
-Lineage.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; height: 70px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/4eEy5JM.png); font-family: georgia; color: white; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][size=36pt]JAX LUCIAN.[/size][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 425px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]NAME — Jax Thorne Lucian-Banner.
FORMER NAMES — Tsukishima.
ORIGIN — Originally based off of Tsukishima Kei from Haikyuu!!
GENDER — Male.
BIRTHDAY — September 27th.
CREATION DATE — July 5th, 2014.
AGE — 36 months.
CLAN/RANK — Loner. Former WindClan leader.
ZODIAC — Libra.
MBTI — ISTJ.
ALIGNMENT — True neutral.

PERSONALITY — Intimidating, stoic, and sarcastic. wip
APPEARANCE — Jax's main body is a classic African wild dog. He is taller than most and is well built due to a very intense workout regimen. His body is littered with scars from fights and battles throughout his life, and his eyes are a deep honey color.

HISTORY — Jax was born as Tsukishima Kei with his four siblings. After their parents abandoned them, Tsukishima wandered off on his own. When he was about three months old he stumbled upon a small rural village and made a home. However, the rogues that "owned" the village started to harass and abuse Tsukishima in many ways. They purposely starved him to death, and he remained dead for quite a few months before finding himself in a new body. His eldest brother, Finnishwars, found the adolescent male and brought him to WindClan. There he met Armin (now known as Jailbreak) and slowly fell in love with the boy. Finnishwars became jealous of their perfect relationship and left WindClan to join the Exiles, where he proceeded to constantly antagonize Tsukishima and Armin, and later their family. Armin was murdered by BoneClanners, which left Tsukishima utterly devastated. Armin was reincarnated into a female (who identified as male) named Lifeline, whom Tsukishima began to fall in love with. He impregnated Lifeline, and Armin returned to consciousness in Lifeline's body. Things were awkward between the two, but the litter brought them together when they were born. Tsukishima steadily went through all the ranks of WindClan: Honorguard, then Guardian, and then Advisor of War and Battle. Tsukishima changed his name to Jax just before his promotion to Advisor. Jax proposed to Jailbreak (Armin, who changed his name to Dakota and then finally Jailbreak) and had their second litter. However, the two slowly grew apart. Finally Jax broke off his relationship with Jailbreak, causing his former fiance to commit suicide. He stumbled onto Peachmoon, an old friend, and confided in her. She moved to WindClan from the Skulls to keep him company, and they grew extremely close and went into a relationship together (this caused friction between the children he had with Jailbreak and Peachmoon, as they accused her of being their father's mistress). Jax impregnated Peachmoon and then was appointed to Leader of WindClan from Advisor by the Star Council after Polarispride died. His litter with Peachmoon was born and Jax proposed to her, which led to them getting married a few months afterward. Jax worked himself into the ground to make changes to WindClan (an example of his "workaholic" trait), which caused his health to slowly decline. After a while of leading WindClan, he stepped down and left with Peachmoon for a month before returning. Unhappy with where he was, he decided to leave once more and he is now drifting from Clan to Clan, trying to find a place where he belongs.
POWERS — Ability to take/give pain, shapeshifting, ability to grow, elemental powers (all), free powers, super speed, telepathy, X-ray vision, heat vision, and super senses.
RELATIONSHIPS — Jailbreak (ex-fiance), Peachmoon Banner (married).
PARENTS — Stormchaser x NPC
SIBLINGS — Finnishwars, Paris, Easternpacific, Dreameater. (Adopted: Helljumper)

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]YES OIKAWA.......pls take a thread with my OG tsukishima here >:'^)

jax is a no-nonsense kind of guy and he gets pretty irritated w/ people like oikawa, so maybe he could bother jax a little bit? he wouldnt get too angry bc he knows that oikawa is just a lil kid but he'll be pretty perplexed

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]ooc: Helljumper is leaving in this thread as well, since it would be redundant to make another just for her. n__n
[hr]He couldn't believe he was doing this again. He found it extremely shameful to be coming back for what felt like the millionth time... but then again, Jax never really felt like he had left. He has spent the last several months trying to find somewhere else to stay, as he felt like his time was over in WindClan. But here he was again, approaching the familiar border that he had seen just a few days earlier. It was early morning as he was on the eastern side of the territory, the sun just peeking over the valley that held part of WindClan's territory. About five hundred feet to the right there was the Gold River. He frowned slightly as he spotted it, remembering the other day when he had lost one of his prized vampires' teeth in its currents.

"Yo, Jax." The former leader flinched and moved his body to face the stranger. Ah. Helljumper was staring at him about four inches away from his face, a lit cigarette in her mouth. Disgruntled, Jax took a step back so he didn't have to smell the cigarette smoke. "Hey, hey, no need to be so startled. Need a cigarette?" she grinned at him as she spoke, offering one of the sticks. Jax frowned and shot her an irritated look. "No. You should know better than that," he answered sharply. He wouldn't poison himself with those things. If she had a death wish, then so be it, even if she was his sister. He wasn't going to try and stop her from smoking. It was her own choice to slowly kill herself by damaging her lungs. Helljumper shrugged and puffed on her cigarette. "Your loss. So what're you doing here anyway, hot shot?" Ah. The dreaded question. "Returning," he replied, averting his golden gaze so that he was staring at the river once more. "Well, good for you, and welcome back to WindClan. Guess I can still accept you since I haven't exactly left yet. Anyway, I'm leaving— maybe I'll go to another Clan or find Jun or Sierra somewhere," Helljumper said with a wistful sigh. "All's well that ends well. I'll see you around, champ."

Jax watched as the pantheress stepped over the border with her bag hanging from her shoulder. He observed his adopted sister for a few moments before crossing the border himself and heading into the territory. Where should he go? Straight into camp to claim his old cabin? The African canine's stomach rumbled in protest. Yes. He should probably eat something first. In a few minutes the male was able to catch a rabbit, something that was abundant around here in the springtime. Jax took a seat beneath a heather tree facing the east, watching the sunrise as he consumed his breakfast.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Jax looked up from his meal, locking his gaze with Jonathan's. He sat up straight and wiped the rabbit's blood off of his jaws before offering Jonathan a smile. The Advisor was one of Jax's favorite WindClanners— Jonny was respectable and level-headed. Jax appreciated that. "Not like I really ever left, but yes, it is good to see you again," the former leader responded, his words as articulate as ever. His honey gaze moved downwards in the rabbit's direction. He suddenly didn't have much of an appetite anymore... the canine pursed his lips and sat the dead rodent to the side.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]"Nice catch." Jax tore his gaze away from the rabbit in favor of the owner of the voice, recognizing it quickly. "Ah. Hello, Eskimokisses," he greeted her. She was another WindClanner that he fancied quite a bit. "Do you want the rest? I caught more than I could handle myself, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste." After he was done speaking, Jax took a moment to look from Jonathan to Eskimokisses. It seemed that the two were... apart, if that was the right word. That was worrisome— the last time he had been here, he thought that the two were in a happy relationship. Things changed, he supposed. Jax turned to Comfreypas as she approached, his interest piqued when she said that she has heard things about him. Has someone spread rumors about him? If that was the case, he was going to have to hunt the source down and give them a piece of his mind. He relaxed when she said that those things were pleasant. "That's good to hear. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Comfreypaw," Jax barked. This girl seemed to be pleasant at first glance. Perhaps he would have a chat with her sometime.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]tracking on jax's sub again n__n

hey sky!!!

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]His cabin was one of the places that held nothing but pleasant memories. There weren't a lot of places where he could say that. Everywhere he went that was familiar to him, something bad had happened there: a friend had died there, someone had gotten hurt, he had gotten bad news, etcetera. But his cabin... Jax's cabin reminded him of the days when he had been content. Sleeping soundly in a bed with his beloved wife, waking up to plentiful food, and then settling in to work on his battle tactics or whatever duties he had to tend to. Those were the days when he had been the Advisor of War, and then the short time into his leadership before he became obsessed with his work to the point of causing his health to decline.

The African canine pushed the door open, his bag slung over his back as the sun shone down onto his fur. He was lucky that no one had claimed it while he was gone. Perhaps it was because his scent still lingered here? Perhaps. He entered the cabin and looked around. Jax found that the cabin had remained untouched for all of these months— some papers where he had scribbled notes were still haphazardly strewn across the main room. The former leader set down his bag before collecting the pieces of parchment and stacking them neatly. It looked like this place needed some TLC. Turning around, he removed the small bag of vampires' teeth and jaws and set them upon their usual shelf before entering his bedroom. It still smelled of his wife in here— that made him smile. He set down his bag by the bed before exiting the cabin altogether.

Jax took a seat on the steps that led up to his small cabin, a yawn escaping his jaws. Now what was he supposed to do? He was a regular member now— he had no extra duties, nothing to focus on. Being a natural workaholic, the idea of not doing anything important or urgent perplexed him. He would sit there with a slightly troubled look on his face, staring at the grass in front of the stairs.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Jax wasn't a fan of surprises, whether they're bad or good. He'd rather have none than any at all. However, with a wife like his, every day with her seemed to be a surprise. He didn't have to be reminded of her run in with those pesky BoneClanners or Pressurepoint more than once. Surprise parties, he found, were quite the waste of time and resources. If you were to throw Jax a surprise party, he would firmly decline and walk away. However, the former leader was aware that his clanmates were the excitable type who liked things such as surprise parties. And for them he would help out.

The canine made his way over and took a seat with the younger WindClanners. "Birthday parties are parties where you celebrate the day someone was born. For example, my birthday is September 27th. A regular party can be about anything or nothing at all," he answered Drippingkit's question. So this was a party for Jonathan? How sweet. "I can pitch in," he offered.
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