Post by jack metre on Mar 13, 2008 14:55:04 GMT -5
About You
Name: Olivia
Age: 16
Experience: A lot, let's say.
Other Characters: None yet
Other: I love roleplaying.
The Character
Do you really know who you are?
Full Name: Jack Metre
Nickname: Cracker Jack. JackJack. Many others as well.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Grade: Break year between high school and college
Preferred Gang: None. He Hates Them
Sexual Orientation: Staright
Celebrity used: Garrett Hedlund
Appearance:
Jack wears his heart on his sleeve. Or his face, rather. You know when he is upset. You know if he is hurting, sad, or just content. His eyes are big and blue. They can comfort and warm you up, or they can pierce right through you. When he is upset, he clenches his jaw and his eyes go wide. Jack doesn't know he does it, though. He dresses considerably well. Although having a slight lack of money, Jack's brother likes to dress well. And Jack took after that. But, he also took after his band side.
Jack is very well built. He has played hockey since he was 11, and works out periodically. His parents, I guess, were pretty tall, considering Jack is six foot. His posture, however, is horrible. He arches his back. In and out. His shoulder are broad, and they go two ways. They can be warm and cuddly, or wide and scary as anything. Jack's looks basically provide him with an outward appearance. He can appear as an innocent man at one minute, or a tough "bully" at another.
Personality:
Personality:
Jack isn't like other kids. He grew up shy, but when you get to know
him, he's crazy. He doesn't know the ropes; he didn't have a dad.
He gets into trouble without knowing it, but people don't believe him.
He's got a nack for lying, and he's damn good at it.
He gets attached very easily. He doesn't know who to trust,
so he trusts everyone. He's afraid for his life, for no reason
in particular. He has episodes. He'll cry. He'll freak out.
He'll throw stuff around and he'll say things he doesn't mean.
Welcome to the world of Jack.
What They Think of Themselves:
Jack doesn't know what to think of himself. Sometimes he
thinks he's a freak. Other times a loser. Other times a God.
He was teased growing up, so he's very sensitive. He'll take
an insult very personally. He wishes he was better at everything
and anything, just so he can make his father wish he hadn't given up.
What Others Think of Them:
People love Jacky. People take advantage of Jacky.
People are friends, and people are enemies. Jacky
gets into a lot of fights, which gives him bad creds
with some people. But once they get to know him, people
love the kid. He's like an extremely tall teddy bear.
Some people think they can take advantage of him,
because Jack will often do anything for friends.
Popularity:This can�t be answered. Some people like him, some don�t. Some freaks like him, some jocks like him, and some don�t. Simple as that.
Relationships: Jackie isn�t one for long relationships. He�d rather just keep it friends with benefits. He did, however, have one relationship with a girl that lasted 8 months. There was a time in the middle where Jackie found out that she had hooked up with his brother. Damn. The mended the relationship, but at the end of the summer, she had to move away. Jackie just didn�t want to get hurt after that.
Habits: He fiddles with his rings. And his shoulder. And his Necklaces. He smokes all the time, which his brother hates.
Likes:
�Music
�Smoking
�Card Tricks
�Magic
�Guns
�His brother
�Girls
�Tattoos
�Hockey
Dislikes:
�Rich Kids
�Brats
�Gangs
�People who don't listen
�Giving Orders
�Receiving Orders
�Being Called "Little Sister"
Is the past behind you, or is your mind still dwelling?
Family:
mother; Adoptive: Rose Metre -- Deceased
father; Unknown
siblings; Older brother Derek -- 27, currently resides with.
History:
"Nobody wants me!" Jack yelled, and ran into his room. He jumped onto his bed, and buried his face in his pillow. everyone knows that boys aren't supposed to cry. He wouldn't cry. he couldn't cry.
Jackie's foster mother came in the door after him, and sat down on his bed. "Jackie, honey," she said, rubbing his back. "You know that there are three people who love you no matter what."
With this, the ten year old looked up. "Who, ma?" he asked, sniffling.
His mother smiled. "Me, your brother, and God." Jack started to cry again. His mother embraced him, and looked behind her shoulder at her other son. He was already 20. He didn't live with his mother anymore, but he often helped out with Jack. "Honey," Jack's mother said, parting him from her. "From now on, you are going to be living with me,"
Jack smiled, and looked at his older brother. Derek smiled too. "Welcome to the fam, kid."
Age 14
"Get em', Jackie-O!" Derek yelled, pointing at the TV set.
The boys were currently playing video games. Old school style. Nintendo 64. Diddy Kong was currently jumping on top of some huge green beaver, with Jackie in control. This was all they needed.
The beaver fell dead and Jackie stood up in triumph. It wasn't hard or anything. He had done it a thousand times. It was just that it was fun.
There was a knock at the door as Derek took the controller in his hand. "I'll get it," Jackie said, and walked away.
"Yeah, you betta' be back to see this!
"Yeah?' Jackie asked. There was a man standing with his back to Jackie. He turned around, and grabbed Jackie's hair. He shoved a cloth in his moth, and held him in a headlock. He dragged him to the street corner, and shot. But jackie kicked. And he shot again. And that's when the man ran away. And when Derek realized that something was wrong.
"JACKIE!" Derek yelled. He was running as fast as he could without slipping on the ice. His brother was lying in the snow, screaming; unmoving. He was just a kid. God. He was just a kid!
Derek ran to him, and slid in next to him. Jacky was gasping for air. He couldn't breath. "Derek," he managed, coughing.
"Jackie, man, you gotta breath!" Derek yelled, taking off his coat. He put on hard against Jacky's shoulder. It hurt even more. He moaned, and tried to get it off him. "Leave it on, Jack!" Derek said, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
Jacky didn't hear what happened after that. All he knew was that Derek was yelling for people to help. And he was cursing a lot. His brother was a hothead, but he had never heard him curse that much.
"Jack Lips!" Derek yelled, when the boy came back to consciousness.
Jack looked around. "Who?" he asked, lying down and staring at the ceiling. His brother explained. They thought Jacky ratted them out. So they said, let's get him. And they got him.
The gang got him.
"Listen, Jackie," Derek muttered. It was three weeks after the shooting. The boys were in the livingroom, watching TV. "We gotta talk about what happened." Derek waited for a response, but got none. "You are their's now, Jack. There's gotta be something you're not telling me about this. But it doesn't even matter. You gotta be strong through this."
Jackie fiddled with the end of his sleeve. If he went to the spot where the bandage was, and pushed hard enough, he could feel the hole underneath his skin. "I'm scared, man."
Derek looked at his little brother. "You know that I'm tougher than any of those sissies," he said, smiling.
Jackie just laughed. "I know man. I know."
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Sorry abouy that. It was sort of rushed. I meant to go back and fix it, but you got to it first.
I hope you don't mind that I changed the History completely. Thought that better well summer it up.
If not, just let me know. Thanks much
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