Post by jack on Jul 1, 2009 12:33:11 GMT -5
the city is at war !
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[/center]character info !
full name • jackson patrick bailey
nick names • never call him jackson. he goes by jack. or bails, bailey, pat, jay...whatever works.
age • twenty-one
grade • chemistry and journalism
hometown • paris, france
sexuality • straight
member group • college
character looks !
[/color][/center]height • 6'3"
hair • dark brown; nearly black
eyes • baby blue
play by • chris evans.
character personality !
[/color][/size][/center]likes •
+sex
+pizza
+food
+sleeping
+friends
+family
+ rap
+ hip-hop
+ chicken
+ junk food
+ playing jokes and pranks
+ his dog
+ playing the guitar
+ girls
+ the outdoors
+ football
+ watching movies
+writing
+ his iPod
+ money
+ beer
+ partying
+ the ladies
+ the rain
+ flowers
+ family
+ friends
dislikes •
- seafood
- golf
- kids
- uniforms
- baseball
- country music
- gay people
- jerks
- swimming
- cartoons
- the winter
- quietness
- clingy girls
- loud noises
- fire
- lairs
- snakes
- spiders
- sweat
- dirty room
- raisins
- cinnamon
habits/quirks •
he’s a neat freak; he hates opened bags-prefers them closed; he hates his food touching on the plate; he needs sex to survive; he needs to overly-protect anyone he likes; bites his lip when nervous
fears •
living alone; the dark; heights; swimming; spiders
dreams • to graduate college, become even more rich, have a successful life afterwards, and find at least five wives before he grows old and dies.
secrets • his fears, his weaknesses.
overall • outgoing, womanizer, humorous, charming, honest, protective, devious, aggressive, arrogant, cynical, snobby, and insensitive.
character history !
[/size][/color]mother • jonathan bailey ; 48 ; financial director
father • jennifer bailey; 47 ; lawyer
siblings • mckenzie & olivia bailey ; 17 ; students
riley & jaiden ; 6 ; students
pets • golden retriever ; buddy ; 6
other family • none.
overall • Another French character born in...well, France in 1988 to John and Jane Bailey. John was a black man who belonged to a middle class family and Jane, the typical French girl, grew up in a really rich one...in France. Jack grew up speaking both English AND French, since his father was an American and met Jane in France when John was there for a family vacation. John and Jane fell in love. The two were no where to be found, so John’s parents ended up giving up on looking for their son after a year of searching for him in all of Paris. John’s folks left back for New York, forgetting about their son out of anger.
Jane’s parents, however, began a search party that looked for them throughout the entire year, finally spotting them, living with one of Jane’s friend’s basement for the entire year with John. Jane was able to convince her parents that no matter what they did, she will never be kept away from John and he said there was no way they could make him go back to the US. Of course, even if he went back, his parents wouldn't really want him back, not that he could fly back to the US, leaving Jane.
John ended up staying in France and they both had Jack when they were both only 18, and they obviously weren't married until Jack turned...3. Jane’s parents and Jane lost touch, she was a hopeless wreck if you asked her parents and just like John’s parents, they had given up on her. Just when they both got married, they both went back to Jane's parents, telling them that they were married, Jane's parents couldn't really do anything other than accept the fact that their daughter and her husband really will stay together for the rest of their lives. John played the guitar a lot, so Jack actually learned to play it as well before he learned to walk [not really, but ya'll know what I mean, right?] Young Jack attended a french school; maybe because there really weren't English schools around the area? And when Jack turned 4 which was in 1992, John and Jane surprised him with 2 little twin sisters.
To his parents, the twins were two little angels sent down from Heaven. But if you asked Jack himself, they were two annoying demons from the underworld, who were born only to ruin his life. The twins grew up speaking English, because a new English school was founded by an American man when the twins turned 5 & didn't know a word in the French so Jack could really cuss at them all he wanted in French & they wouldn't really understand [although, he's never really done that before. It WOULD be funny, though].
When Jack turned 10, his parents decided to move to the US where John's parents lived [in New York]. There was where Jack learned that he seemed to be the kind of guy that every girl is after. His school in France was an all-boys, so the word “girls” in the same sentence as “Haven Academy for Boys” was out of the questions. His first girlfriend was at a very young age too. It was in 5th grade and Jack and his girlfriend were the cutest little things together. He didn't really like her much, but that didn't really hurt him that much.
It basically was the same for Jack for about 8 more years the same place & the same people. Well, not all of them were the same, some were new. He seemed to be the most popular person in his school in New York and he loved it...so much. After his year in 8th grade, John and Jane found the greatest school for Jack. An art school, apparently. One all the way on the other side of the world. In England. Of course it was cool and all for him to be living remotely close to his home town, but no way in hell was he gonna attempt to get used to Heathington, knowing his parents would just move again.
It wasn't really all that bad though, because it was only a mile from his home and he didn't have to stay in the dorms like most of his other friends. By the time he reached his fourth year in the art school, Jack Bailey had become a legend, pretty much. He was known by all. Especially much of the girl population of the school. He was either loved or hated for the kind of guy he was. He never did change throughout all the drama and problems he went through. He never changed himself for a girl. He never really did have the heart enough to settle down. He moved into his own apartment when he turned eighteen. Good times back then.
Then again, it's not like anything changed at all after he graduated. He got excepted to many schools around the area, but he could only thing--after turning legal and all--that he should just go back to the states and to place he'd always felt the most comfortable in. Besides France, of course. He went to New York. Got accepted to NYU, no shock there. His family moved recently there as well, not really needing a good enough reason to stay, considering his sisters didn't really like the art school every much there.
about you !
[/color][/size][/center]your name • sid !
your age • seventeen
roleplaying experience • five years?
how you found us • KELSEYBABY.
roleplay sample •
It was so obvious that she was in it big time. How could it possibly be so hard to just let him go? It was driving her nuts and while one part knew that she couldn’t possibly want to upset him, the other part of her really wanted to get back at him. To make him taste the disgusting flavor of his own medicine. And to think she actually believed him every time he told her that he was trying to be the better person for her when she asked him to be. The conversation would merely end with “kiss my ass, Kyle,” and not even a second later, she’d end up being the one apologizing before they kiss and make up. It was as if she, right that moment, wanted to hold him and just not let go.
But at the same time, after remembering all the moments he embarrassed her in class and made her feel not important enough, she just wants to get up off her sorry and pitiful ass, pick up a knife, find Kyle and just stab him without any second thoughts about the consequences. She wished he would run up to her right that moment so she could move out of the way and let him fall off the dock and just hope to goodness he doesn’t know how to swim. Then again, the skinny dipping day proved to her that he did swim. She could still wish that he forgot how to swim. Or maybe he’d fall into some toxic waste…or get shot by a drive-by shooting or get punched by a bunch of robbers or…maybe get beat up by someone that would die to be with her. She wished Kyle would just…
”Kyle…” her voice was unexpectedly sweet as always as he felt his hand almost absorb away her tears. She sniffled, moving his hands away from her face, holding onto them before she turned around towards him and managed the weakest smile. Releasing her hold on his hands, Paige turned herself around on the backless bench so that she was facing him and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly before pulling him close into a hug. She saw it coming. She knew she wasn’t going to get a hug returned and that Kyle was just going to laugh and simply say, “Suck it up, gorgeous and let’s get outta here.” Or something around those lines.
”Hey.” She finally greeted him with the same failed-attempted smile on her lips as she buried her face in his neck. ”What are you doing here?” She finally managed to realize he was shirtless. One of the many times he’d make her absolutely lose control with her was now. She’d forgotten all about his anger for him. Her wishes that something bad would happen to him were being regretted now. How dare she maledict her own loving boyfriend like that. At least he didn’t already laugh at her for spotting him all alone. Or make fun of her shoes or her little zit on her forehead. So much for wanting to be alone and away from Kyle, though.
But at the same time, after remembering all the moments he embarrassed her in class and made her feel not important enough, she just wants to get up off her sorry and pitiful ass, pick up a knife, find Kyle and just stab him without any second thoughts about the consequences. She wished he would run up to her right that moment so she could move out of the way and let him fall off the dock and just hope to goodness he doesn’t know how to swim. Then again, the skinny dipping day proved to her that he did swim. She could still wish that he forgot how to swim. Or maybe he’d fall into some toxic waste…or get shot by a drive-by shooting or get punched by a bunch of robbers or…maybe get beat up by someone that would die to be with her. She wished Kyle would just…
”Kyle…” her voice was unexpectedly sweet as always as he felt his hand almost absorb away her tears. She sniffled, moving his hands away from her face, holding onto them before she turned around towards him and managed the weakest smile. Releasing her hold on his hands, Paige turned herself around on the backless bench so that she was facing him and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly before pulling him close into a hug. She saw it coming. She knew she wasn’t going to get a hug returned and that Kyle was just going to laugh and simply say, “Suck it up, gorgeous and let’s get outta here.” Or something around those lines.
”Hey.” She finally greeted him with the same failed-attempted smile on her lips as she buried her face in his neck. ”What are you doing here?” She finally managed to realize he was shirtless. One of the many times he’d make her absolutely lose control with her was now. She’d forgotten all about his anger for him. Her wishes that something bad would happen to him were being regretted now. How dare she maledict her own loving boyfriend like that. At least he didn’t already laugh at her for spotting him all alone. Or make fun of her shoes or her little zit on her forehead. So much for wanting to be alone and away from Kyle, though.
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