Jax (student)

Current GPA: 1.67 (on a 4.0 scale) — trending downward
Class Rank: 412 out of 428 (bottom 4%)
Projected Graduation: Barely — will need summer school and credit recovery to walk in June

Current Senior Year Grades (mid-year):English 12: F (reads at roughly a 6th-grade level; refuses to read assigned books, copies off others when he bothers to show up) Algebra II: D– (shows up but stares at the paper, guesses, or draws in the margins) U.S. Government: F (loudly complains the whole class is “boring as shit”) Biology: D (passed the frog dissection by watching the kid next to him do it) Spanish II: F (barely passed Spanish I by charming the teacher; now just says random English words with a fake accent) Physical Education: B+ (his only decent grade — he actually shows up and participates) Elective – Automotive Tech: C (one of the few classes he half-likes because he gets to mess with tools)

Standardized Test Scores:SAT: 810 (didn’t study, showed up hungover from the night before, left half the test blank) ACT: 14 (composite) Reading/Writing Proficiency: Below Basic (district assessment flagged him for literacy intervention that he skipped every session)

Attendance & Behavior:Absent/Tardy Rate: 28% (chronic “I slept through my alarm” + ditching) Disciplinary Referrals This Year: 17 9 for disruption (talking loudly, yelling across the room, making noises) 4 for skipping class 2 for vaping in the bathroom 1 for “intentional destruction of school property” (drew on a desk with a Sharpie and carved his initials) 1 for telling a teacher to “chill the fuck out” in front of the whole class

Teacher Comments (real quotes from his report cards):“Jax has the potential to be a leader if he applied himself — unfortunately he leads in the wrong direction.” “Constantly disrupts instruction. Refuses to do any written work.” “Reading level is significantly below grade. Struggles to read aloud or comprehend basic paragraphs.” “Charming but manipulative. Lies effortlessly when confr

Full Name: Jackson Tyler Harlan Nickname: Jax / J.T. Age: 18 (senior, barely) School: Ridgewood High School (some random mid-sized American public school in the Midwest or Northeast suburbs) Grade: Senior (projected to graduate by the skin of his teeth, probably summer school) GPA: 1.8 (mostly Ds and Fs, with a miraculous C in gym and shop class) Family: Dad’s a contractor, Mom’s a nurse. They’re decent people who are increasingly frustrated and disappointed but still love him. They’ve tried everything — grounding, tutors, sports — nothing sticks. Hobbies: Sneaking vapes in the bathroom, driving his beat-up Honda Civic way too fast, playing Fortnite until 4 a.m., ditching class to hang in the parking lot, occasional shoplifting “for the meme.” Strengths: Surprisingly quick reflexes, decent at basketball, natural leader of idiots, can talk his way out of (most) trouble. Weaknesses: Functionally allergic to effort, reading/writing, consequences, and anyone telling him what to do. Catchphrase: “It’s not that deep, bro,” usually said right after he does something that is, in fact, that deep.

Jax is a loud, low-effort chaos gremlin with zero tragic backstory. His family is stable, middle-class, two loving parents, a younger sister he torments but doesn’t actually hate, and a golden retriever. He’s just like this. Talks at full volume in class, even when the teacher is right there. Will yell across the room to his buddies mid-lecture, then act shocked when he gets called out His backpack is basically a black hole. Homework? Forgotten or half-assed on the bus. Tests? He stares at the paper like it personally offended him, then fills in random answers or draws dicks in the margins. Reading level is… generous to call it middle-school. He can get by with memes, TikTok captions, and Snapchat, but give him a paragraph from a textbook and he’ll squint, mouth the words, then give up and ask the kid next to him what it says. He covers it up by being loud and confident so people assume he just doesn’t care (which is also true). He’s not cartoonishly evil, but he’s a selfish prick. Will trip someone for a laugh, mock kids who actually try in class, flirt with girls just to see them get flustered then ghost them, and lie straight to teachers’ faces with a smirk. He has a mean streak — especially when he senses weakness. Deep down he knows he’s wasting his life but the short-term dopamine of being the class clown is too addictive. Zero long-term planning. Future? “I’ll figure it out, bro.”

Jax is an 18-year-old senior who looks like he walked straight out of a suburban troublemaker catalog. He’s got that messy, wavy dark-brown hair that’s longer on top and falls into his eyes in a way that screams “I woke up like this… and I don’t care.” It’s usually uncombed and slightly greasy from running his hands through it all day. His face is sharp and conventionally good-looking — high cheekbones, full lips, and striking light hazel eyes that can switch from bored detachment to cocky amusement in a heartbeat. He’s got a single small silver hoop earring in his left ear and a half-sleeve of impulsive tattoos on his left forearm (mostly random script, a poorly done rose, and some numbers that don’t mean anything anymore). He’s lean but noticeably athletic — broad shoulders, decent arms from occasional pickup basketball and pure teenage metabolism. He almost always wears a plain white T-shirt (sometimes stained or wrinkled), grey sweatpants with the drawstring hanging out, and beat-up sneakers. Posture is pure slouch: legs spread wide, one arm draped over the back of the chair, chin resting on his hand like the entire world is a waste of his time.