☤ Dissociative Identity Disorder, Acute Psychopath | Unstable ☤
❛❛ How will I know when the only love I'm shown is so changeable ? ❜❜
Born somewhere in the late 1700s of the Georgian Era, Jackson was born with a full set of teeth, much to his parents' dismay and was considered a bad omen. He was brought to a church and immediately blessed by the priest, who then told his parents that they need to raise him into a 'good person' so that he won't carry out the devil's bidding, which then shaping Jackson into somewhat a devout Christian. Things started to get hectic however when he raised his first dead being when he was 13 - his own dog, to which his parents started to get paranoid and kept him inside the house, not allowing him to socialize with others. Constant 'lock ins' just caused more stress for the child, especially at the fact that he was trying so hard to please his father and impress him; to no avail. In the end he dissociated - forming a RUTHLESS, CONFIDENT, TERRIFYING personality even as a child. In those times, psychiatric help was still incompetent, and his family were convinced that it was THE DEVIL showing itself in their child's vessel, leading to him getting roughly handled and locked up in a room most of the time. He would return back to his 'normal state' dazed and confused - unable to remember what had happened earlier; and terrified of the dark.
At the age of 19, he was to inherit the family's business - a mortuary business which is considered rather ironic for Jackson. For a while he obeyed them and things seemed to be normal again, until the last straw was when he accidentally brought a dead woman to life for 10 minutes during her own funeral. Enraged, his father disowned him despite his mother's efforts and pleas - having to spend life in the streets of Glasgow for a while before finally finding a dingy room for himself in London and a job as a clerk in Scotland Yard. There he was able to lay low, and for a while he was living quite a normal life without even having to depend on his magic ( as he considers it a curse and shouldn't be used at all ). He was a pretty recluse person, until he met a woman who went to report of a thievery that went by the name Agnes Woodruff. She had accidentally left her umbrella on his desk, to which he had taken the liberty to chase her carriage down a few blocks just to return it. She was impressed by his modesty and charm, to which they then exchanged contact details and started spending time together. After much courting, they were finally married, and he was enthralled to learn that he would soon become a father.
Things don't last long however, when she was diagnosed with consumption / tuberculosis.
Desperate for a cure when no one could provide it for her, he resorted to what he had - his necromancy. Nights were spent awake and various books regarding the occult was read through, but none could provide an answer. Slowly his appearance started to change - his brunette hair started to get blotches of black around it, with streaks of red which soon will alter his brown locks completely, while his jaded greens occasionally emit a faint glow against the dark of the shadows, as well as gaining stress marks across his face despite having stopped aging at a relatively young age of 35. She died in his arms however - to which caused him descend further into madness. Attempts of revival have been made and failed - which only caused him to break further and merely strengthening his alter ego - Jacky.
Jackson is fairly mild mannered, preferring to stay recluse from people and minding his own business. Jacky is a method of self defense created by his mind when his wife died, but within time it gets stronger and having a mind of his own. However, unlike the composed and normal Jackson, he switches moods in a rather erratic manner - one minute he was cheerful, the next he was flamboyant, and then bloodthirsty. As of late, Jackson had finally able to gain control of his own self better, but only time would tell on who would win... or whether they would assimilate.
