The rich kid who has everything, but at the same time has nothing. Insubordinate, spoiled and spiteful. He wants to be the best in everything, the best of the best. The most athletic, the best in class, the most striking. That perfect boy with a face chiseled by the gods, they who saw him know perfectly well that it will be a successful businessman when he grow up. But the same is that every night thinking about what would be, in what will be lying down. The nostalgia, feeling empty and does not belong anywhere. He who knows that its facade may collapse at any time. That has never said 'I love you' to his family for the simple fact of being adopted. Oh, Jackson Whittemore.
It was the most popular boy in school, had the world in his hands, the perfect relationship with the most beautiful and intelligent girl throughout the county. Lacrosse team captain and Swimming. He was at the top, but all this came down when Scott McCall stepped from the shadows, leaving him aside in every sense of the word. He stopped shining as was usual, his life was centered on an obsession to know what was what made the other boy the hit of the moment. Steroids? Yes, that was one of the options that crossed his mind, but over time, days, weeks, strange events in the village, the boy, now co-captain of the lacrosse team knew that the skills of his rival was due to something that went beyond steroids. Something supernatural. Something he wanted.
Something he got, but he became a murderer. The need to be much better, if powerful got him into a creature far from what he really wanted to be. The alpha bite, from Derek Hale, made him a murderer in a reptile shape mindless controlled by a psychopath classmate. After the hunt that was given, which was extensive, was finally killed by Derek and his uncle Peter, after he had given consent. Now, what no one expected is that the boy survived and eventually became what he wanted; a werewolf. One who has the killer's blue eyes.
