Post by Jamie Reynolds on Apr 18, 2007 16:49:04 GMT -5
Name//
Jamison Blaze Reynolds
Age//
17
DOB//
July 5th, 1989
Born In//
Rhode Island
Parents[Names Please]//
He never actually knew his real father who apparently was named Jamison Reynolds[Of course]. But he had ran out when Jamison was due to be born.
His mother is named Kayla James (Maiden name being ‘Schinara’) and is married to a man named Larry James. Jamison really dislikes his step-father.
Personality[One Paragraph +]//
Whereas Jamison may seem like a kid that can hold his own--he’s not. He’s actually pretty self-conscious and really sensitive to heart. He hates it when people pick on someone just because they’re weak or look different. But sadly, he’s not one to act. Yes, we’ll just say he’s one of the people that complain but do nothing about it. He’s a very timid boy sometimes according to who he’s talking to or how he feels at the time.
Most of the time he’s around a situation he enjoys, he’s usually light-hearted and free. He’s usually very good with manners and kindness. But if you get on his bad side, he won’t fear telling you how he feels.
Usually, he doesn’t like to judge, but it’s a human thing, right? So just sometimes if approached by the wrong crowd he will accidentally judge them without wondering if they’re doing the same to him.
He hates it when he’s constantly being stared at and if done so by a stranger too much, he’ll show anger and usually become snappy towards that stranger with a quick ‘What Are You Looking At?’ remark. Otherwise, he’s pretty calm and quiet.
He’s also not one to yell out answers in class, in fear that someone will think he’s a fool or idiot if he says the wrong thing.
One thing that Jamison hates to talk about are his mood swings. Yes, he has mood swings, but he tries to keep them under control. But to no avail. Sometimes these mood swings take a turn for the worst and he ends up yelling at a stranger or even getting into a fight with the person that apparently ‘caused’ his anger, as he would place the blame on.
He hates feeling like a failure, but doesn’t everyone?
Likes//
-Writing lyrics[Sometimes, but he won’t usually share them]
-Manners
-Sangria[The drink]
-Listening to others problems and trying to solve them
-Back Massages
-Dance music
-The art of dance
-Cellphones
Dislikes//
-Ill manners
-Know-it-alls
-Hookers or prostitutes
-Homophobes
-Anyone Racist
-Drugs
-Bad teeth
Character History[What's Happened So Far. One Long Parargraph + Please]//
Jamison was born to a then seventeen year old woman named Kayla. He was pretty illegitimate, of course. But his mother had married a man named Larry James and attempted to convince Jamison that Larry is his father. But young Jamison seen at a young age that most children shared a last name with their father or their mother, at least.
So this began a betrayal at a young age towards his so-called ‘father. By the age of fourteen when he had began to grow into puberty his rebellion became all that much more.
The more he seen his parents argue about one or the other not being perfect because he or she didn’t dress appropriate or hadn’t done their hair correctly. The more he felt like he was the only sane one.
So he had run off at night to more quiet places. Where he could escape the chaotic madness. For a while, he’d usually write poems or songs to get his mind off sorrow and Jamison would wonder what life would be like elsewhere.
And then came his fifteenth year. Not the best. It was a large impact on how he acts now. He had found out that his mother had within the past year lowered herself to a promiscuous community of selling herself. Jamison had seen this first-hand and was told never to mention it again.
Or he’d be the one to destroy the family.
So he constantly stayed quiet, not wanting to hurt anyone any more than they were. But then a fight broke out, an argument. Some obscene things were said by Larry and they well angered Jamison, so what else to do then fight?
Yes, the fight broke out and Larry tried telling the cops that Jamison was more than a troubled teen needing to be sent somewhere for a year [An alternative school].
Oh, that year was nothing but terror. Daily beatings from other students. Constant yelling. Too much drama for the boy to handle.
Larry still wasn’t on good terms with his step-son when he returned. He sent him off to doctors usually, saying that Jamison had something wrong with him. He was determined to get him out of the house.
His wish was granted on Jamison’s seventeenth birthday when the boy said he was sick of it. And he was gone. Not a word said. Not a warning.
Just ‘I’m sick of this’ and the next day he never returned.
Where had he gone? To live somewhere else and continue school there.
Clique//
Artsy
Roleplay Sample//
[[Even though I have another character on here. I'll do this. Haha.]]
Jamison Blaze Reynolds
Age//
17
DOB//
July 5th, 1989
Born In//
Rhode Island
Parents[Names Please]//
He never actually knew his real father who apparently was named Jamison Reynolds[Of course]. But he had ran out when Jamison was due to be born.
His mother is named Kayla James (Maiden name being ‘Schinara’) and is married to a man named Larry James. Jamison really dislikes his step-father.
Personality[One Paragraph +]//
Whereas Jamison may seem like a kid that can hold his own--he’s not. He’s actually pretty self-conscious and really sensitive to heart. He hates it when people pick on someone just because they’re weak or look different. But sadly, he’s not one to act. Yes, we’ll just say he’s one of the people that complain but do nothing about it. He’s a very timid boy sometimes according to who he’s talking to or how he feels at the time.
Most of the time he’s around a situation he enjoys, he’s usually light-hearted and free. He’s usually very good with manners and kindness. But if you get on his bad side, he won’t fear telling you how he feels.
Usually, he doesn’t like to judge, but it’s a human thing, right? So just sometimes if approached by the wrong crowd he will accidentally judge them without wondering if they’re doing the same to him.
He hates it when he’s constantly being stared at and if done so by a stranger too much, he’ll show anger and usually become snappy towards that stranger with a quick ‘What Are You Looking At?’ remark. Otherwise, he’s pretty calm and quiet.
He’s also not one to yell out answers in class, in fear that someone will think he’s a fool or idiot if he says the wrong thing.
One thing that Jamison hates to talk about are his mood swings. Yes, he has mood swings, but he tries to keep them under control. But to no avail. Sometimes these mood swings take a turn for the worst and he ends up yelling at a stranger or even getting into a fight with the person that apparently ‘caused’ his anger, as he would place the blame on.
He hates feeling like a failure, but doesn’t everyone?
Likes//
-Writing lyrics[Sometimes, but he won’t usually share them]
-Manners
-Sangria[The drink]
-Listening to others problems and trying to solve them
-Back Massages
-Dance music
-The art of dance
-Cellphones
Dislikes//
-Ill manners
-Know-it-alls
-Hookers or prostitutes
-Homophobes
-Anyone Racist
-Drugs
-Bad teeth
Character History[What's Happened So Far. One Long Parargraph + Please]//
Jamison was born to a then seventeen year old woman named Kayla. He was pretty illegitimate, of course. But his mother had married a man named Larry James and attempted to convince Jamison that Larry is his father. But young Jamison seen at a young age that most children shared a last name with their father or their mother, at least.
So this began a betrayal at a young age towards his so-called ‘father. By the age of fourteen when he had began to grow into puberty his rebellion became all that much more.
The more he seen his parents argue about one or the other not being perfect because he or she didn’t dress appropriate or hadn’t done their hair correctly. The more he felt like he was the only sane one.
So he had run off at night to more quiet places. Where he could escape the chaotic madness. For a while, he’d usually write poems or songs to get his mind off sorrow and Jamison would wonder what life would be like elsewhere.
And then came his fifteenth year. Not the best. It was a large impact on how he acts now. He had found out that his mother had within the past year lowered herself to a promiscuous community of selling herself. Jamison had seen this first-hand and was told never to mention it again.
Or he’d be the one to destroy the family.
So he constantly stayed quiet, not wanting to hurt anyone any more than they were. But then a fight broke out, an argument. Some obscene things were said by Larry and they well angered Jamison, so what else to do then fight?
Yes, the fight broke out and Larry tried telling the cops that Jamison was more than a troubled teen needing to be sent somewhere for a year [An alternative school].
Oh, that year was nothing but terror. Daily beatings from other students. Constant yelling. Too much drama for the boy to handle.
Larry still wasn’t on good terms with his step-son when he returned. He sent him off to doctors usually, saying that Jamison had something wrong with him. He was determined to get him out of the house.
His wish was granted on Jamison’s seventeenth birthday when the boy said he was sick of it. And he was gone. Not a word said. Not a warning.
Just ‘I’m sick of this’ and the next day he never returned.
Where had he gone? To live somewhere else and continue school there.
Clique//
Artsy
Roleplay Sample//
[[Even though I have another character on here. I'll do this. Haha.]]
A smile was placed among the man's soft features as he trailed a pencil among an open notebook. He sat near the fountain, on the ground. As odd as it may sound to some, he found the ground more comfortable. He wasn't doing much within this notebook of wonders that had become worn and torn. Not much except writing in it. What was he writing, you ask? Nothing more than a poem. One that would most likely not be shared with anyone else. He wasn't too great with sharing his creations. He was quite shy, really.
He brushed his hair from his face and sighed in a content state, green eyes studying every line with utmost curiosity. Did he capitalize everything that was needed to be capitalized? Did he get his point across within this poem? What about grammar? He was sure all the answers to his questions were a yes. Swallowing hard, he rested the notebook which lay open beside him. What was his attire today? It was quite simple, really. Just a pair of skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees. He believed these made him feel better about his small amount of weight. They were scrunched at his ankles and below the tongue of his shoes which were a pair of pink and black polka dot Etnies.
His shirt was that of a khaki color and short-sleeved. It happened to be his favorite shirt and he always paired it up with his black jacket. Not to keep him warm. Why did he need to be warm, anyways? But instead it was just to dress him up a bit more. Leaning back a bit more, he balanced himself on his bony elbows, smiling up to the sky brightly.
He brushed his hair from his face and sighed in a content state, green eyes studying every line with utmost curiosity. Did he capitalize everything that was needed to be capitalized? Did he get his point across within this poem? What about grammar? He was sure all the answers to his questions were a yes. Swallowing hard, he rested the notebook which lay open beside him. What was his attire today? It was quite simple, really. Just a pair of skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees. He believed these made him feel better about his small amount of weight. They were scrunched at his ankles and below the tongue of his shoes which were a pair of pink and black polka dot Etnies.
His shirt was that of a khaki color and short-sleeved. It happened to be his favorite shirt and he always paired it up with his black jacket. Not to keep him warm. Why did he need to be warm, anyways? But instead it was just to dress him up a bit more. Leaning back a bit more, he balanced himself on his bony elbows, smiling up to the sky brightly.
