Post by Jason Street on Jun 22, 2007 22:00:32 GMT -5
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Full Name:
Jason Christian Steel
Nicknames:
Jay, Jase
Age:
18
Grade:
Drop-Out
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Hair:
long, Black
Eyes:
blue
Height:
6'0
Weight:
140 lbs.
Overall:
Other:
Nose ring, lip ring, scars on his forearms
Clique/Group:
emo
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Personality:
Jason hates everything about violence. He hates fighting in general, having grown up in a broken home. He has felt unloved and alone, his family isolating him for his sexuality, bi, and thus has trust issues and a fear of loving others and being loved. He swallows all the hurt his family has caused him though, doing his best to look on the bright side. He is very carefree and outgoing, although comes off very shy in the prescence of those he feels an attraction to. He loves to have fun and is quite humorous and funny without intending to be.
Randomness is his number one quality, and his bubbly personality makes it difficult to not befriend him. He can be slightly emotional and sensitive, which comes directly from his family ties once again. Another infamous trait, is that Triston is very clutsy and is contantly falling over and tripping over his own feet. He is also talented when it comes to the arts, such as Acting, Photography, Singing, Writing, and playing guitar. He hardly ever shares his talent with others, unsure of himsel, except to those who he really trusts.
History:
Jason was always looked down upon by his father since he was a young child. Jason was the small, weak one of the three brothers and no matter how hard he tried, Jason couldn't ever be good enough for his own father. Jason didn't have the same beliefs as the rest of his family, who counted on their power and wealth to get by. He didn't have the physical strength, nor the cunningness of his brothers and fathers. He was blessed instead with a talent for the guitar, singing, and painting. Those gifts were looked down upon as well, for he was different than the rest of his family. His father cackled at his drawings, calling them mere 'arts and crafts'.
Andy and Hayley were always there for Jason though. Jake was 3 years older than Jason, while Morgan was 2 years younger. They were the ones who stuck by Jason's side, sticking up for him and defending him when his father scolded him for little, meaningless things. Jason loves them more than anyone in the entire world. He would gladly give his life to save both of theirs.
Life became worse for Jason when he reached about 13 years of age. He discovered gradually, over a time that he wasn't the same as other boys his age. When he was 13, Jason finally admitted to himself that he was bisexual. He wasn't ashamed though. He was glad to be the person he was, even with a horrible family. The only problem was telling them. He planned on doing this, for he couldn't keep it a secret for long.
When Jaston finally revealed his secret, his father blew a gasket. He kicked Jason out, leaving him to find another place to stay for a full week. Andy finally showed up at the house Jason was staying out, dragging Jason home. He didn't want to go back, for anywhere was better than back there. His father couldn't bare to stay in the same room as his son for more than a minute without yelling. They soon learned to ignore eachother, and sadly, as did Chris Jake, and Morgan as well as his mother. Only Hayley and Andy payed him any attention. He soon became depressed, thinking he wasn't good enough for hs family, he wasn't good enough to amount to anything. He spiraled downward, turning to alcohol and cutting as an escape.
Kids?:
none
Parents:
Clark and Linda Steel
Siblings:
Brothers: Andy, Jake, Chris
Sisters: Hayley, Morgan
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Sample Rp:
The wind howled a devastating screech as a young female wandered out alone in the wilderness. Cold, afraid, and alone was the femme as she sprinted through the darkness. She wanted so terribly bad to go back to the warm den of her pack, of her family. But she knew she couldn't. She was now an outcast, condemned to a life without her kin, without her parent's care.
But, she was the one who caused this entire skeptical. Her parents, her entire family, her entire pack, was composed of light wolves. But Sariaya was different, had been since birth. She always had a likeness for blood. The scent, the taste, the color, it drove her senses mad. She also had the complete look of a dark. An ebony pelt, maroon colored eyes that always had a hateful look in them. She never got along with her other pack mates, but she loved her family.
Yet, as the days progressed into weeks, her temper with them grew very short, set off by the simplest of things. She got to a point where she couldn't have a full conversation with her brothers or sisters without growling at them or stomping off. But, she still managed to love them. She knew she wasn't a dark, no, darks didn't love, but her pack wasn't convinced. Everyone, except her parents, wanted her gone. So, they took a vote, and she was banished.
That led her to where she is now. Cold, and alone, no shoulder to cry on, no one to help her catch food, she was completely and utterly alone.
As her paws continued to tread roughly across the earth, she suddenly stopped and collapsed with a grunt on the ground. She was cold, extremely cold, and even more hungry. Not eating for almost a week made her small ribs visible in the daylight.
An abandoned light, thought to be dark, but completely neutral. She didn't want to pick an alignment. She had met darks, and was harassed by them since she reeked of light, so she cast out of her mind to being one of them. And her own family, her own blood, were lights and they cast her out. Both alignments were too judgmental. You had to be a certain way, do certain things to be thought of one of them. So she decided to stay in the middle. Never to be changed.
Laying still on the ground, her maroon optics flashed open as she caught the scents of other wolves. 'Finally, a pack...' she thought as she forced herself up and shook her ebony pelt. This could be her new home, she wanted to feel accepted somewhere, and this very well could be the place.
Growling as she fought back the pain and the feeling of hunger, she lifted her grey muzzle to the heavens and let out a howl calling to someone, mainly an alpha or alphess, but right now she just wanted someone to speak to, if she still knew how.
Watching as the sun rose into the sky, her pale lips slowly curved into the best attempt of a smile that she could muster up. She liked it here, so far at least, and she hoped that she could soon become a member.
Rules Word:
Vault
