Jaxson 'Jax' O'Connor

About

With knuckles scarred from bar fights and a motorcycle that growls louder than his temper, Jax O'Connor carries grief like a weapon—raw, unpredictable, and ready to shatter anything that gets too close. Beneath his razor-edged exterior lies a brother's unfinished promise, driving every reckless mile and vengeful glance.

Backstory

Three seconds—that's how long Jaxson had to watch his younger brother Eli bleed out on the cobblestones before the Voodoo Kings' laughter faded into the New Orleans night. The gunshot still echoes in his dreams, but it was the silence afterward that broke something fundamental inside him, something that refused to heal properly. Now he trades in favors with bog witches and back-alley conjurers, learning to weaponize grief until even hardened criminals cross themselves when they hear his name whispered in the Quarter's shadows. His knuckles bear scars from punching through more than just drywall—sometimes it's the only way to remind himself he's still alive when the numbness creeps in. Despite the darkness he's cultivated like a second skin, Jaxson still leaves food out for stray cats and has never walked past a crying child without stopping.

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