Post by Jayce Starr on Jun 12, 2007 21:39:06 GMT
Me, Me, Me!
Name: Stephanie!
Age: Fourteen, yo.
Gender: Female
The Character
Full Name: Jayson [Jayce] Haart Starr
Picture:
Nickname(s): Jayce
Gender: Male, durr.
Age: Seventeen
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Grade: Junior
Boarder or Day Student: Day Student
Clique: Scene and Rebel
Classes: Modern Literature, French, European History, and Calculus.
Personality:
Jayce is the type of guy that everyone either loves or hates. There is no in between. He has two sides to himself and each one of them are the total opposite of the other. Most of him is the sweet and caring boy that everyone knows. He's always there for his friends, and is always there to give a helping hand to anyone, or simply a shoulder to cry on. He's a very loyal friend, no matter what. If someone is messing around with his friends he isn't afraid to step in and kick some ass.
The other side of him, is one that people don't usually see. Actually, that's a lie. Yeah they do. He can be an increadibly harsh guy if he wants to be. It's hard for him to not be honest with people, no matter who they are, and that gets in the way of relationships sometimes. But, that's how he has always been. Not going to change.
Appearance:
Jayce is an increadibly gorgeous guy. He has a pair of beautiful blue eyes that are so easy to drown in when with him. Most of the time, they tend to show his emotions rather easily. Whether he's angry or happy, they always tend to show it off. He has rather pale skin, but it isn't absurd pale, just good pale.. [xD] He has a snakebite peircing on his lips, which he's been thinking on getting rid of, but for now, it'll do.
He stands at about 5"11 and has ebony hair. He usually likes to keep it rather long, just enough to be able to hang right above his eyes. He doesn't like to dye it, though there are those rare occasions.
His build is pretty much just as amazing as a models. He's very fit, though not overly and must admit that it's a rather lovely site when he's wearing a shirt that holds onto his body snuggly. He tends to use at to an advantage as well. Which guy isn't sometimes in a flirty mood?
Height: 5"11
Family:
Mother -- Jennifer Starr
Father -- Nicholas Starr
Likes:
: Photography
: Boys && Girls
: Partying
: Laughing
: Drinking
: Music
: Lollipops
: Writing
Dislikes:
: Preppy people
: Annoying people
: People who don't risk anything
History:
Nicholas' lips pressed against Jennifers, as he shut the door behind them. The apartment had been completely empty, a darkness flooding over it. One thing led to another, and protection had been ignored. Nine months later came an accident they both refused to believe, Jayson Starr.
Fast forward, yah?
Jayce was born in Canada. Raised by his mother, Jennifer, and his father, Nicholas. His family was never the picture perfect definition. He never could look at his family and smile. It was all just a total disaster. The fact that his father killed himself when Jayce was fifteen didn't help that fact either. He decided he wanted to take his life by overdosing on many prescription medicines.
Since then, Jayce had been living with his Mother. A person who he wasn't all that fond of, but at least he still had her. The constant yelling back and forth of his Mom and Dad, had disappeared, and for that he was thankful. But, the suicide of his Dad got him involved in alcohol and every now and then, drugs. Though he didn't get very involved in that scene. Nothing has changed with him and the alcohol. Though he has gotten better at controlling himself.
Now, he's hanging around with an okay crowd, every now and then getting involved with people he really shouldn't. He's trying his best to live life to the fullest, and he's trying not to take anyone's shit personally. But, as usual, things tend to get in the way.
RPG Sample:
It must have been around ten at night already, and it was passing all too slow for Ashley as she stood behind the counter, taking orders every few minutes. Not many people were there that night; what a surprise. She leaned against the edge, a sigh escaping her lips as she waited impatiently for her shift to end. She wanted to go home, maybe slip to a party for the remainder of the night. She highly doubted that would happen tonight though, but she could wish.
Ashley’s hair was all over the place. She had put it up in a messy bun as she usually does whenever she comes to work. She was wearing the most idiotic looking red and yellow apron. Along with the pathetic hat they had to wear with the yellow, bold M on it. Behind the apron she was wearing a black tank top, and a pair of old, torn jeans. Barely any make-up had been applied that day. What was the point? Who the hell would there be to impress at McDonalds?
As she stood there daydreaming, she heard someone’s voice come through her ears. She looked up, to see a woman that she had served several minutes before. “Yes?” She said in a rather dull tone. The look upon the costumers face showed her that she wasn’t the happiest of costumers.
“I told you specifically that I didn’t want pickles in my burger.”
Her tone was something that Ashley didn’t need at this time; much the less ever. She rose a brow slightly at the woman, as she continued to complain about the problem with the pickles. When the lady practically shoved the thing in her face, she took a step back. Ashley brought her right hand up, and pushed it away slightly. “What the hell do you expect? This is McDonalds. Take the pickles out yourself, bitch.” That was something that would get her fired in a heartbeat. And the minute the words came through her lips, she took the hat off, and undid the apron in the back and just threw them against the counter, walking out the nearest exit right after she gave the costumer a bright smile.
Ashley began walking down the sidewalk. She honestly had no idea where she was going, but she didn’t care either. Anywhere was better than there. The soft moonlight hit softly against her, as she brought her hand to the back pocket of her skirt, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She put the cancer stick into her mouth and lit it, before putting the pack and the lighter back where they were, and inhaling and exhaling. Suddenly feeling slightly relaxed.
Celebrity Basis: Alexandre Evans
Other: -editedbytheadmin-
Name: Stephanie!
Age: Fourteen, yo.
Gender: Female
The Character
Full Name: Jayson [Jayce] Haart Starr
Picture:
Nickname(s): Jayce
Gender: Male, durr.
Age: Seventeen
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Grade: Junior
Boarder or Day Student: Day Student
Clique: Scene and Rebel
Classes: Modern Literature, French, European History, and Calculus.
Personality:
Jayce is the type of guy that everyone either loves or hates. There is no in between. He has two sides to himself and each one of them are the total opposite of the other. Most of him is the sweet and caring boy that everyone knows. He's always there for his friends, and is always there to give a helping hand to anyone, or simply a shoulder to cry on. He's a very loyal friend, no matter what. If someone is messing around with his friends he isn't afraid to step in and kick some ass.
The other side of him, is one that people don't usually see. Actually, that's a lie. Yeah they do. He can be an increadibly harsh guy if he wants to be. It's hard for him to not be honest with people, no matter who they are, and that gets in the way of relationships sometimes. But, that's how he has always been. Not going to change.
Appearance:
Jayce is an increadibly gorgeous guy. He has a pair of beautiful blue eyes that are so easy to drown in when with him. Most of the time, they tend to show his emotions rather easily. Whether he's angry or happy, they always tend to show it off. He has rather pale skin, but it isn't absurd pale, just good pale.. [xD] He has a snakebite peircing on his lips, which he's been thinking on getting rid of, but for now, it'll do.
He stands at about 5"11 and has ebony hair. He usually likes to keep it rather long, just enough to be able to hang right above his eyes. He doesn't like to dye it, though there are those rare occasions.
His build is pretty much just as amazing as a models. He's very fit, though not overly and must admit that it's a rather lovely site when he's wearing a shirt that holds onto his body snuggly. He tends to use at to an advantage as well. Which guy isn't sometimes in a flirty mood?
Height: 5"11
Family:
Mother -- Jennifer Starr
Father -- Nicholas Starr
Likes:
: Photography
: Boys && Girls
: Partying
: Laughing
: Drinking
: Music
: Lollipops
: Writing
Dislikes:
: Preppy people
: Annoying people
: People who don't risk anything
History:
Nicholas' lips pressed against Jennifers, as he shut the door behind them. The apartment had been completely empty, a darkness flooding over it. One thing led to another, and protection had been ignored. Nine months later came an accident they both refused to believe, Jayson Starr.
Fast forward, yah?
Jayce was born in Canada. Raised by his mother, Jennifer, and his father, Nicholas. His family was never the picture perfect definition. He never could look at his family and smile. It was all just a total disaster. The fact that his father killed himself when Jayce was fifteen didn't help that fact either. He decided he wanted to take his life by overdosing on many prescription medicines.
Since then, Jayce had been living with his Mother. A person who he wasn't all that fond of, but at least he still had her. The constant yelling back and forth of his Mom and Dad, had disappeared, and for that he was thankful. But, the suicide of his Dad got him involved in alcohol and every now and then, drugs. Though he didn't get very involved in that scene. Nothing has changed with him and the alcohol. Though he has gotten better at controlling himself.
Now, he's hanging around with an okay crowd, every now and then getting involved with people he really shouldn't. He's trying his best to live life to the fullest, and he's trying not to take anyone's shit personally. But, as usual, things tend to get in the way.
RPG Sample:
It must have been around ten at night already, and it was passing all too slow for Ashley as she stood behind the counter, taking orders every few minutes. Not many people were there that night; what a surprise. She leaned against the edge, a sigh escaping her lips as she waited impatiently for her shift to end. She wanted to go home, maybe slip to a party for the remainder of the night. She highly doubted that would happen tonight though, but she could wish.
Ashley’s hair was all over the place. She had put it up in a messy bun as she usually does whenever she comes to work. She was wearing the most idiotic looking red and yellow apron. Along with the pathetic hat they had to wear with the yellow, bold M on it. Behind the apron she was wearing a black tank top, and a pair of old, torn jeans. Barely any make-up had been applied that day. What was the point? Who the hell would there be to impress at McDonalds?
As she stood there daydreaming, she heard someone’s voice come through her ears. She looked up, to see a woman that she had served several minutes before. “Yes?” She said in a rather dull tone. The look upon the costumers face showed her that she wasn’t the happiest of costumers.
“I told you specifically that I didn’t want pickles in my burger.”
Her tone was something that Ashley didn’t need at this time; much the less ever. She rose a brow slightly at the woman, as she continued to complain about the problem with the pickles. When the lady practically shoved the thing in her face, she took a step back. Ashley brought her right hand up, and pushed it away slightly. “What the hell do you expect? This is McDonalds. Take the pickles out yourself, bitch.” That was something that would get her fired in a heartbeat. And the minute the words came through her lips, she took the hat off, and undid the apron in the back and just threw them against the counter, walking out the nearest exit right after she gave the costumer a bright smile.
Ashley began walking down the sidewalk. She honestly had no idea where she was going, but she didn’t care either. Anywhere was better than there. The soft moonlight hit softly against her, as she brought her hand to the back pocket of her skirt, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She put the cancer stick into her mouth and lit it, before putting the pack and the lighter back where they were, and inhaling and exhaling. Suddenly feeling slightly relaxed.
Celebrity Basis: Alexandre Evans
Other: -editedbytheadmin-
