Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/531a76b5-e677-4dc4-869c-c52a12b79924_zps5f789485.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Jagari Weston<br/>Age: 17<br/>Race: Human<br/>Height: 5' 1"<br/>Weight: 90lbs<br/>Personality: Sweet, easy going, playful, gentle, quiet, somewhat shy (around pretty girls), creative, in tune with his surroundings, intelligent, kind, compassionate, passionate (about things he believes in or does)<br/>Extra Information:<br/>*Has heart murmurs but they are non fatal<br/>*Is physically frail because of his heart condition aka heart murmurs.<br/>*When having an attack of his heart murmurs his body will cry tears of blood even though he isn't really crying<br/>*Is a Ghost Whisperer<br/>*Is Psychic<br/>*Is an orphan<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He had always had what would be considered to most as a weak heart. Yet to him his was merely not as strong as others but it was not weak. A weak heart is prone to heart attacks that could be fatal if they occur. Medication is usually required to help control it. Still the threat of death by heart attack is always there for someone with a weak heart. A weak heart is vunerable and stress will more than likely induce a heart attack. He didnâ€™t get heart attacks. He had heart murmurs. He had had them since he was born. Yet they later found out around the time he was ten that his heart murmurs though worrisome were not fatal. That was a relief. Yet still they worried. The doctors had no explaination for what occured when he was hit with an attack of the heart murmurs. It freaked his mother out when he was a baby...reason was...when having an attack from heart murmurs his body cried tears of blood. Not the kind of tears you get where they rim your eyes before falling. These just fell as the heart murmur was going on.<br/><br/>Then something tragic happened shortly before his twelveth birthday...his parents died. They were killed in a horrible car accident while on the way to pick him up from school. He remembered it like it was yesterday. The worst part of the whole incident...he had seen it was going to happen in a dream he had. He always had strange dreams...and strange powers. His strongest power was a gift that came from his grandmother...ghost whispering. Or as she had put it...he was a Ghost Whisperer. In other words...he saw and could speak to the dead. He had not told his mother about his dream. For the first couple years afterwards he had wondered whether they would still be alive if he had only just said something. Answer is...most likely not. His father didnâ€™t believe in supernatural powers and his mother tried to pretend her gifts did not exist. After that couple of years he came to realize there was nothing he could have done about it. Even if he had told them they would not have taken it seriously. So he was able to move on.<br/><br/>During this time he had been living on the streets. The first couple years he was living in a fog. Around his fourteenth birthday he snapped out of this fog. He wasnâ€™t able to make friends as every now and then a spirit would pop up and heâ€™d talk to it out of instinct. People started looking at him like he was crazy. The few friends he had were creeped out by it. So he began to realize...he had to hide these gifts. Yet that didnâ€™t go over so well...he overloaded in energy and nearly destroyed the entire park. After that he ran and hid. People were still angry. He became hated. So the older boys of the streets would gang up on him and hurt him whenever they got the chance. He heard freak so many times it began to lay blows to his self esteem. Little blows but they were still there.<br/><br/>Yet that wasnâ€™t the main reason they called him a freak...it was the blood tears. Sure after awhile you can grow adjusted to someone with special gifts...blood tears. Well blood tears was something different altogether. It was unnatural and unheard of. You hear of so called â€œpsychicsâ€ every now and then. You donâ€™t hear of people who cry blood when they are having heart murmurs. Living on the streets was stressful and the heart murmurs occured frequently...at least until he left and ran until he came to a new city. He made this new city his home. He knew he was no match for anyone on the streets or otherwise. His heart murmurs had his body physically frail. He was not even half the strength of guys his own age.<br/><br/>This new city events took a turn for the best. People seemed more accepting of the strange gifts he had. Some even sought him out to help them with issues dealing with spirits. Or hauntings that they needed dealt with. He rather enjoyed being useful and not having to hide that gift. Then a group of gangsters rolled into the city. They were bad to the bone and evil to prove it. He had become used to help others. Even though he wasnâ€™t strong heâ€™d protect others with everything he had. There was something different about this group of gangsters who took of the town he now called home... The biggest being...most of them werenâ€™t human. It all seemed slightly smooth albeit extremely rocky when they took over.<br/><br/>He had spent much time in the graveyards. There was one graveyard people never went to. It was part of the land owned by a mysterious person no one knew anything about. The graveyard went up a hill then led to grass that led up to a truly eerie looking manor. He didnâ€™t know why but the gangsters didnâ€™t go there. He noted that. He tried to stay out of their way. His heart murmurs acted up quite a lot. He ended up the target to use as a punching bag being he had no one to run to with the issue of this.<br/><br/>Still...</span><br/><br/>Jagari snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud scream of a young woman. She was yelling at someone to get away from her and leave her alone. Sure he was not exactly who youâ€™d expect to go saving someone but he always put the well being of another before his own. He didnt even think twice about endangering his own safety. Especially not after that second scream for help pierced the rising night air. He rushed over and focused his energy. Chi, or psionic energy, began to form around his hands as he focused on it. He moved and thrust his hands forwards palms out. The wave of psionic energy rushed forth and hurled the men away from the girl. It did minimal damage to the demons but it gave the girl time to get away. Unfortunately, he was not as lucky.<br/><br/>He knew this the second the wall and his back came into contact with each other. Coughing hard at the fist to the gut. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feared he was going to die. Yet the logical part of his mind told him that at least the girl was safe. He was dealt numerous blows by fists. When they let go of his throat he crumpled to the ground. Heart murmurs happening one after the other during this whole thing. Tears of blood flowed down his cheeks with each and every beat of the heart murmur. The kicks started before he was jerked up and held in place by his shirt.<br/><br/>At first he didnâ€™t even register what happened next. It didnâ€™t register the entrance of the blade through his flesh. The reason was his mind was still swirling from the beating that happened prior. The heart murmurs making his head spin. There was quite a few elements making it so the next couple stabbings didnâ€™t even register. Then the warm red liquid blood trailing down his shirt and pooling in spots clicked in. Around then he felt a few more stabs. He used quite a bit more of his energy to blast them away from him. Holding his right side where the deepest stabbing wound had occured. He bolted. His chest felt like someone was rapidly playing drums inside of it.<br/><br/>His head felt slightly dizzy from so much psionic energy exertion. Still he ran...several of the gang members chasing after him. His breathing hurt and merely made the blood flow from the numerous stab wounds faster. He took off the bandana he wore around his neck and held it against the wound with pressure as he ran.<span style="font-weight: bold">Guess that serves me right...saving someone else nearly got me killed. Still...if I hadnâ€™t risked my life for that poor girl what kind of person would I have been.</span>He thought to himself. Yet it was not his nature to not help someone who needed help. So despite the fact he was riddled with bruises and his arm on the side that was bruised was shooting pains through him due to being broken at the elbow...he continued to run and he didn't regret helping that girl. His arm though was flopping with each running movement. The pain jolting through him in sync with the pulsing stinging numbness from the injuries. That wrist was possibly broken as well as he couldnâ€™t feel his hand.<br/><br/>He ran... He ran to the one place he knew they would not follow...the Maturin Graveyard. The one over looked by the eerie manor. It was the only place he knew he could be safe at. His chest felt like he was going to have an actual heart attack from how stressed out his heart was. The heart murmurs pulsing rapidly which caused the blood to flow from the injuries quicker. His ribs were bruised but thankfully not fractured. He coughed as each breath hurt. A trick of blood trailed out the right side of his mouth. His eyes were red from the amount of blood tears flowing from them. Still he pushed himself even as he felt the dizziness and light headedness starting to settle in. It was lingering on the edges of his mind like a tiger lying in wait for the right moment to pounce and go in for the kill.<br/><br/>He had to fight it. His breathing raspy and shallow. His mind telling his body to fight it. Telling it that he was not going to die. That he had to pull through this. The pain though was excruriating. He stumbled but caught his balance. He was fighting off the dark fog that the pain was trying to cause to take over his mind. He blinked away the blood tears as he saw the graveyard. Pushing himself to run faster and faster. His heart not liking that idea but still he did it.<br/><br/>Upon entering the graveyard he heard the heavy thudding footsteps that had been chasing him come to an abrupt halt. He couldâ€™ve sworn one of them said let him go that it was a fitting end. The irony...dying amongst the already dead. Another probably said there was no way in hell they were going in there. Really he wasnâ€™t sure. The world around him was like a mask to which there was no way to see through. His heart was pumping slower. His blood tears needed wiping away but he had to hold the pressure to the deep wound in his side. His mind knew all this but as his movements slowed so did everything else.<br/><br/>Thoughts... Actions... Reasoning... It was all beginning to fade. He tripped over something. He wasnâ€™t sure what but that was what sent him to the ground. He fell on the side that was holding the bandana to his deep wound. This time though when he stumbled and fell...he did not get back up. That was the end of the line. His body could not push itself any further. Honestly if he hadnâ€™t tripped heâ€™d still have collasped. His frail body was not made for all that it had gone through and the extreme levels that he had pushed it through. His breathing shallow and raspy. At least the blood tears stopped even though his face was stained with a river of red trickles caused by those blood tears. His eyes focused only for a moment upon a tombstone. His vision blurred as the darkness lunged at his mind and swallowed it up slowly.<br/><br/>It was like the darkess was swirling in from all sides. The light pushed away as he used the last bit of energy he had to heal himself enough to still be alive, albeit not by any extreme level, just enough not to be dead. With his last conscious thought he sent out a telepathic message that would trail off as he fell uncosncious.<span style="font-style: italic">~Help me. Graveyard. Please he----......~</span>There it would end as the darkness closed that tiny square of light off. His breathing shallow yet audibly still there. His blood flowed slower as his heart was pulsating but not as rapidly. Thankfully...the heart murmurs had ceased as well. Now...he was at the mercy of fate...and time.