jackbarclay

[jackbarclay]

truth to be told, jack was well aware something wasn’t right. but he’d just gotten home and after a few days with almost no sleep, all he wanted to do was relax, enjoy his shitty pizza and watch his favorite team win. just one night. leave the problems for tomorrow. “yes, i’m aware, marissa. i’m sorry for working, won’t happen again. next time, i’ll make sure to put on my superman suit and save the day.” he leaned in a bit as his wife paced around so he could still see the tv. “it’s probably vampires. you know the newborns - they can be so flashy. we can deal with that.”

@jackbarclay​

“ twelve dead bodies. twelve. drained of their blood. “ marissa nervously paced around the room, the tension getting a bit too much for her. “ it’s out of control. this town is out of control. and what were you doing then? jerking off in idaho? your timing is spectacular, as usual. “

[jackbarclay]

out of all his kids, jemma was the one that reminded jack the most of himself. it was endearing at first, but lately, it was worrying him, especially if it meant jemma would do the same mistakes as her father; or worse. her antics were getting worse and jack realized he should’ve intervened sooner. “it wasn’t that hard.” his gaze trailed the blunt in her hands with that judgemental look. “give us some privacy.” he barely glanced at the other woman, who thankfully obliged. he waited a few more moments, making sure she was far enough. “you don’t call in weeks - your mother’s nagging at me every day as if i personally stole and broke your phone-” he begins speaking, approaching his daughter’s apparent smoke corner with each step. “and here you are. i mean, seriously, jemma - you can’t spare eight hours of your day to be sober? at your job, no less. time and place. come on. time and fucking place. you know how much shit you’ll end up in if it becomes a habit? because i do.” though he hadn’t raised his voice, jackson took a deep breath, trying to keep his demeanor calm. his kids’ tempers could be even worse than his and it never ended well. “what’s going on with you?”

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location:  outside of the red diamond

⸺   it was only at the insistence of the other bartender she’d snuck out with, that jemma glanced over at whoever had rounded the corner of the building- the side of the red diamond she was regularly caught smoking, by her bosses that couldn’t seem to gather the nerve to fire her.  the sight of her father’s stature approaching the pair had jemma’s nostrils flaring in annoyance, huffing out the smoke she’d had caught behind her closed lips.  “what,”  jemma bit out,  “you didn’t find me inside so now you’re sniffing me out?”

[jackbarclay]

the house had been so quiet and lonely lately that hearing the footsteps was unavoidable; and jackson recognized them. once they sneaked out, now they have to sneak in. sure, the barclay household wasn’t the happiest place in earth, not for quite some time, but jackson could fix it. just don’t do what arthur did. be present. that would work, right? “you’ve got to learn to stop avoiding your problems, jacob. you’re not a child anymore - if there’s an issue, we can talk it out. like adults. so yes, we’re doing this now.” he made a few steps closer, before leaning against the wall, still keeping some distance. “you know this is still your home, right? you don’t have to sneak in and out.”

closed starter » jacob barclay location: barclay home @jackbarclay

jacob had disappeared from the group, going up to his old room, seeing some stuff that he’d left behind when he moved out. he left in a hurry, wanted to get out of the house. he picked at a few pictures he’d left laying around, thinking about how much he’d grown after he left. he heard footsteps before sighing. “can we not do this right now?” he asked before turning to look at his father.

[jackbarclay]

“now, you’re telling me you don’t care about the average citizen’s nightly entertainment? what else are they supposed to do, watch the news? that’d be awfully boring.” jackson remarked, as he ignored the stranger’s advice and instead made sure to side step, avoiding all potential danger. he’d seen this before; was it this woman’s doing? he didn’t know, but she surely had some knowledge, considering she knew it was dangerous or at least, what it was. “now, who did all that?” a small gesture towards their surroundings followed. “was it you? spell experimenting?”

             𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹  .    @ashwickstarters​​

❛    nuh  uh  ,  you’re  good  right  where  you  are  .    ❜    the  witch’s  voice  is  clear  as  day  ,  mouth  moving  before  her  eyes  could  make  out  the  figure  coming  towards  her  .    ❛    we’re  not  looking  to  be  turned  into  a  true  crime  podcast  episode  tonight  .    ❜

[jackbarclay]

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

( jeffrey dean morgan ; cis man ; he/him ; seven nation army by the white stripes ) hey, look! isn’t that JACKSON BARCLAY? the 54 year old WEREWOLF is known to be CHARISMATIC and IMPULSIVE. they’ve been in town for THEIR WHOLE LIFE and always remind me of cigar smoke twirling in the air, bruised knuckles, dark eyes following their prey's every move. let’s hope they survive what’s to come. @ashwickstarters​

full name: jackson barclay

gender / pronouns: cis man & he/him

dob / age: january 6th & 54

species: werewolf

occupation: auto shop owner

hair colour: brown with white streaks

eye colour: hazel

dominant hand: right

tics: clenching jaw, drumming fingers

distinguishing marks: various scars & tattoos

traits: resourceful, charismatic, audacious, passionate, ambitious, ruthless, explosive, blunt, dogmatic, domineering

astrology: capricorn sun, aries moon, leo rising

mbti: entj

enneagram: type 8, the challenger

wife: tba

children: julian barclay, june barclay, jacob barclay, jemma barclay

father: arthur barclay, werewolf, deceased.

mother: jenna barclay, human, deceased.

sister: juliana barclay, whereabouts unknown.

THE BEGINNING::

born and raised in ashwick, the youngest child of one of the founding families, the barclays. jackson had been taught the history of his family and the existance of supernaturals as a little kid; how much his family name and heritage meant to this town. triggering the curse, embracing your powers is the greatest thing that will ever happen to you, arthur would say. juliana, however, with her soft rebellion would disagree. she insisted on keeping her and her little brother’s humanity at all cost.

arthur and jenna’s story was an old hollywood movie cliche. a nurse and and a soldier who meet at the battlefield. how romantic! except that it wasn’t. arthur was a young man who’d unintentially triggered the curse he’d been trying to avoid all his life, someone who didn’t know what he was getting into, someone who was promised he’d become a hero but ended up losing a lot; jenna was a young girl trying to escape poverty, to escape a marriage she didn’t want that her parents thought would be good for her. they were young and stupid and they didn’t have anybody else. and soon after they returned to arthur’s hometown, juliana was born. eight years later, so was their son, jackson.

perhaps his parents were once happy, but jackson doesn’t remember those times. he remembers their fights, the broken dishes, the stink of whisky, his father coming home at sunrise. TW CHILD ABUSE, ALCOHOLISM he remembers his father hitting him for the smallest mistakes, juliana so desperately trying to get inbetween them so she could protect her little brother. the full moons were always the worst. jackson didn’t know if his mother didn’t care or she was too drunk to intervene. she was always so calm. END OF TW

at some point they ended up losing their house because arthur was kind enough to gamble all their savings away, on top of not having a job. they moved in a small apartment at the outskirts of ashworth and it was juliana who’d mostly take care of the rent. she was the adult of the house, took the parental role for jackson. she’d take care of him, give him money, make him dinner, drive him to school.

SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT::

it was no surprise that jackson grew up to be quite the problem child. he’d spend more time in detention than the classroom, his grades were the last of his priority. parties, girls, feeling good - that’s where it was.

too young to get a job, he’d learn how to steal a wallet without anyone noticing, how to pick a lock be it a car or house. he wanted to contribute, to help out juliana. she scolded him the first time he brought 100 bucks home, demanding to know where they came from so he’d sneak 10 dollar bills in her purse, buy groceries while she was out working.

one day he came home to find all of juliana’s belongings gone; all except a little note that said sorry, jax. please take care. arthur hadn’t even noticed; jenna was reassuring for the first time jackson could remember - everyone leaves eventually, son. did you think she’d care for you, love you unconditionally? no one does that. you’ve only got yourself at the end of the day. a part of him was angry at juliana -- why would she leave? the only person in the world who truly cared about him, why would she? what did this mean? but then again, he could never hate his sister. he hoped she was happy, wherever she was. she didn’t have to deal with this mess anymore.

perhaps a part of him knew what he was doing that night; maybe he wanted to challenge juliana’s views. or he simply lost control. fights weren’t an unusual thing for jackson; but that time, he couldn’t stop. TW MURDER his friends were cheering him on; no one stopped him until jackson himself noticed, knuckles bloodied, his opponent wasn’t responding. jackson had gone too far. he’d done it. he’d triggered the curse by taking someone’s life. END OF TW

YOU’RE A FATHER NOW, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER::

jackson had always been the type for one night stands, for relationships that didn’t last longer than two weeks. of course he craved love and stability - everybody did, but jack didn’t know how to. it terrified him. jenna has assured him love wasn’t real; and while it was debatable whether he believed in love or not, his girlfriend at he time got pregnant. and what jackson believed in was duty.

they were far too young to raise a family together, but it happened and he had to take some responsibility. she was now mrs. barclay and jackson was terrified. terrified of becoming like arthur, of his kids making the mistakes he did, of his family getting hurt.

he’d worked every job under the sun, but now he had to think of the futures. he’d always been passionate about cars and stealing them so with some effort and some threats jack ended up with his own auto shop. something he’d enjoy doing, something that would earn him good money, something his kids would inherit.

marriage and relationships were complicated and while jack tried not to fall into his old habits, he failed. a baby out of wedlock; a woman exhiled from the pack because jackson barclay could do no wrong. his wife raising a child that wasn’t hers. their marriage had always been messy and complicated and jack tried hard not to make it into another arthur and jenna situation. the thought terrified him, disgusted him. he’d keep on fighting. he and his wife would do anything for their children; so the twins were born. the babies of the family, supposed to be their saving grace, but it wasn’t so easy. while jack and his wife mostly bonded over trying their best for the family, for the kids, perhaps sometimes his ideology did them more harm than good.

fatherhood is difficult and arthur, long gone now, creeps up in his mind all the time. jackson wants the best for his kids. but the world is hard, and they need to be prepared.

NOW::

he wants the cure, so it can’t be used against him and the pack. so he has the power of owning it, of deciding where it goes and what’s done with it; so he can disarm his enemies all at once.