Post by Jake Owens on Apr 12, 2011 0:08:34 GMT 1
Full name: Jake Edwin Owens
Nicknames: ... Jake. Just... Jake.
Age: 16
Hair colour: Blond
Eye colour: Blue
General Appearance: Jake is a rather bulky boy, with large shoulders and well built, thanks to his usually work out. He stands at 6'' feet, and has little fat on his bones. He wears his hair just by his ears, messy, leaning to the right. His dressing style is simple, based on sneakers, jeans and t-shirts of darker tones. His facial expressions are limited, and it would be considered rare to see a smile on his face. He was relaxed, cold expression most of the time, making him look unapproachable.
Playby: William Moseley
Parents: Ares (father); Johanna Blake Owens (mother);
General History: Growing up to a single mother was not an easy task for a boy with such a temper. Joanna, fresh out of college, met a dashing stranger, and after a night of good drinking and being charmed, things got going and a year later she had a baby to ruin her plans. This resentment lasted for the few months after Jake was born, but as he grew into what she considered an actually person, the resentment was settled quietly and buried deep. As a strong, confident person as Johanna was, she took the challenge of raising a kid alone as best as she could, balancing Jake and work with rather good stability. Since he was an early baby, Jake was forced into interaction because her mother put him in day care. During his childhood, he was rather good kid, but grew up with no male figure so he established his own limits and definition of what a man was.
His character led him to be a very focused person, and as off his early puberty, he found the best way to let go of some of his stress: he starting working out. He had never been a fan of team work and rather unsocial, so he preferred jogging, running, and other plain fitting exercises. It kept his mind busy. His other hobby growing up was his guitar. His mother was usually busy with work, having rose in the private sector, as the director of advertisement on a big company. When she was, in fact, around, they're strong characters usually collided into shouting and fights over the tiniest things. However, they didn't mean much, even if Jake was one to hold grudges. Jake is, to put it blunt with a bunch of adjectives, brave, bold, unsocial, precise, concentrated, silent. Any attempt during his childhood of friendly contact had been cut off instantly, by his quick snickers or sarcastic responses. He wasn't the type of person to sulk in loneliness, no matter how much of it may exist, and he was one to admit his feelings or anything to anyone. He was quiet awkward emotionally and socially.
In his teen years, nothing changed. He isn't generally mean on purpose, but he puts on an unreachable front. He is a very loyal fellow, and even if he won't admit he feels like someone's a friend of his, his covered actions would display his best intentions to people. His mother was not aware of what his father had been, and the only sign of any remote power had been when his class visited a museum and he accidentally turned a six centuries old spear into rubber.
Weapon of Choice: Sword.
Roleplay Sample:
Jake heard the steady rhythm of his footsteps against the hard concrete of the sidewalk of his desert street. Leaving the house was always something he liked to do when it was completely empty, which was nearly always. His mother stopped home to sleep and do her things on the weekends, and he liked it like that. Didn't necessarily mean he had to stick around the house, did it? He cut the brisk, cold air of the Winter at a steady speed; what could be seen as fast for others, was comfortable for Jake. He liked to concentrate on the empty echos of his steps, or focus his sight straight ahead. Last night had happened the classical fight of every other month, when Jake questioned his mother yet again for his father, and yet again, she denied him any clear answer. He continued insisting on the matter, however, no matter how many infuriated shouts he had received before.
Turning left, he shook his head to take those thoughts away. There was no need in hanging over past waters. Jake really just needed to concentrate on the pointless thing he was doing as to avoid even considering what the future may hold for him.
Your name: Kat
Your age: 15
How long have you been roleplaying: two years~!
How did you find us: by Liz~ this be my second character >_>
Codeword? Poseidon
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Nicknames: ... Jake. Just... Jake.
Age: 16
Hair colour: Blond
Eye colour: Blue
General Appearance: Jake is a rather bulky boy, with large shoulders and well built, thanks to his usually work out. He stands at 6'' feet, and has little fat on his bones. He wears his hair just by his ears, messy, leaning to the right. His dressing style is simple, based on sneakers, jeans and t-shirts of darker tones. His facial expressions are limited, and it would be considered rare to see a smile on his face. He was relaxed, cold expression most of the time, making him look unapproachable.
Playby: William Moseley
Parents: Ares (father); Johanna Blake Owens (mother);
General History: Growing up to a single mother was not an easy task for a boy with such a temper. Joanna, fresh out of college, met a dashing stranger, and after a night of good drinking and being charmed, things got going and a year later she had a baby to ruin her plans. This resentment lasted for the few months after Jake was born, but as he grew into what she considered an actually person, the resentment was settled quietly and buried deep. As a strong, confident person as Johanna was, she took the challenge of raising a kid alone as best as she could, balancing Jake and work with rather good stability. Since he was an early baby, Jake was forced into interaction because her mother put him in day care. During his childhood, he was rather good kid, but grew up with no male figure so he established his own limits and definition of what a man was.
His character led him to be a very focused person, and as off his early puberty, he found the best way to let go of some of his stress: he starting working out. He had never been a fan of team work and rather unsocial, so he preferred jogging, running, and other plain fitting exercises. It kept his mind busy. His other hobby growing up was his guitar. His mother was usually busy with work, having rose in the private sector, as the director of advertisement on a big company. When she was, in fact, around, they're strong characters usually collided into shouting and fights over the tiniest things. However, they didn't mean much, even if Jake was one to hold grudges. Jake is, to put it blunt with a bunch of adjectives, brave, bold, unsocial, precise, concentrated, silent. Any attempt during his childhood of friendly contact had been cut off instantly, by his quick snickers or sarcastic responses. He wasn't the type of person to sulk in loneliness, no matter how much of it may exist, and he was one to admit his feelings or anything to anyone. He was quiet awkward emotionally and socially.
In his teen years, nothing changed. He isn't generally mean on purpose, but he puts on an unreachable front. He is a very loyal fellow, and even if he won't admit he feels like someone's a friend of his, his covered actions would display his best intentions to people. His mother was not aware of what his father had been, and the only sign of any remote power had been when his class visited a museum and he accidentally turned a six centuries old spear into rubber.
Weapon of Choice: Sword.
Roleplay Sample:
Jake heard the steady rhythm of his footsteps against the hard concrete of the sidewalk of his desert street. Leaving the house was always something he liked to do when it was completely empty, which was nearly always. His mother stopped home to sleep and do her things on the weekends, and he liked it like that. Didn't necessarily mean he had to stick around the house, did it? He cut the brisk, cold air of the Winter at a steady speed; what could be seen as fast for others, was comfortable for Jake. He liked to concentrate on the empty echos of his steps, or focus his sight straight ahead. Last night had happened the classical fight of every other month, when Jake questioned his mother yet again for his father, and yet again, she denied him any clear answer. He continued insisting on the matter, however, no matter how many infuriated shouts he had received before.
Turning left, he shook his head to take those thoughts away. There was no need in hanging over past waters. Jake really just needed to concentrate on the pointless thing he was doing as to avoid even considering what the future may hold for him.
Your name: Kat
Your age: 15
How long have you been roleplaying: two years~!
How did you find us: by Liz~ this be my second character >_>
Codeword? Poseidon
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