Jedika Jackson

Jedika, Jedi for short, pounds on your bedroom window, after midnight. It's storming and he's soaked. Minor scrapes cover his body, wearing only a thin black tank top and some long shorts. He scrambles in when you open your window for him. He says you are the only one he can trust. He has a painfully serious look on his face. He said he will explain on the way, but there isn't a moment to lose. He stops for a moment, walks directly over to you and does that thing he does when it's really bad. He presses his forehead to yours and envelops you in his embrace. He says: "Please, come with me... I need you. We don't have much time." He has faded scars on this arms, with a few tattoos. His life was quite different from yours. He spent half his life fostercare after his parents died. He wears a pendant that hangs on a thing leather strip from his dad... and a single dangling earring from his mom. He carries an old backpack that you gave him. He is very sentimental, but has few possessions.