Post by jacob on Sept 28, 2010 15:45:42 GMT -5
JACOBMARTINWATSON !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
Jacob Adam Martin Xavier Watson.
nicknames:
Jake. Seriously, don't call him Jacob. He'll rip your throat out.
age:
nineteen.
gender:
male.
staff position:
- - -
sexuality:
Gay, but not strictly gay. He'll pretty much have sex with anything his age.
played by:
Gaspard Ulliel.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
Jacob is the fitter, more masculine version of James.
He is taller and has more defined muscles, a straighter posture, and a laid back look.
His hair is usually long, a bit past his ears, and he almost always has a scruff of facial hair. his brows are trim and his eyes are penetrating.
He stands in confidence. Chin up, back straight and sometimes a crooked grin on his face.
Jake wears fitting clothes. Not too tight, not too loose.
He has a scar on his right eyebrow, three small scars on his back from bullets, a dog bite scar over his calf, and scratch marks from a cat up and down his arms and a couple of scratch marks on his chest.
personality:
Jacob is a complete boy. He lives for fun and takes nothing seriously. He is known as the most immature guy around. When in reality, Jake is in such a suppressed depression he has gone to drugs, running away from his own family, and even cheating. He writes music and sings for extra cash, but knows he needs to cut the slack and become a better father. Because he had a drunken hook up and got a girl pregnant at 14 years old, Jake was never happy with himself. He left his brother to his father for five years and haven't really talked to him since.
likes:
Cats,
birds,
caterpillars,
children's pop-up books,
dinosaurs,
toy cars,
dogs,
his son.
dislikes:
Fighting,
smoking,
lying awake at night,
being cold,
getting cold,
doing drugs,
crying kids,
undisciplined kids.
strengths:
kids,
studying,
sneaking around,
not getting caught,
blaming others and getting away with it.
weaknesses:
his son,
his brother,
the area just above his hip bone is morbidly ticklish. But if you try to tickle him there... He'll probably punch you.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
Janet Lorianne Watson , 43
father:
Luther Matthew Watson , 47
siblings:
James, 19
significant other (s):
Colette Louis Watson, 22, ex-wife, They don't care about each other. Really. Jake usually drives himself to the hospital when he gets shot.
pets:
Sparta, ragdoll kitten
hometown:
Detroit, Michigan.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here:
James!
best way to reach you:
PM, MSN
RP sample:
Ah, the ocean.
Ah the peace.
Oh, the quiet.
Oh, the weed.
Jake exhaled a huff of smoke and stepped out of his old pick up. He had a thing for that old truck. So did Oliver. That boy always got excited when he saw dad getting his shoes on. Not only were they leaving their cramped apartment, but that meant they were going out of town. The side of town Jacob had settled in was dangerous. Very rarely would his boy be able to play outside, if ever. Gun shots were heard hourly, drive by's, even stray dogs running loose. Not the small friendly dogs, no. Dog fighting dogs. They had scars and deep cuts and were not human friendly. Colette was a vet, but her business was slow. Nobody cared about their pets there enough to take them. Jacob knew he had to do something. He couldn't just be a dog catcher all his life. It didn't pay good. He didn't want his son growing up inside of the apartment all his life. Where was the fun in that? Often times Jake would take Oliver out of town and to the beach and let the boy run up and down the shores until he got hungry. Then they would go home, Jacob would drop the boy off, go get dinner, and come back. He wanted more time with his kid, but going outside back at home was dangerous. Jacob had gotten shot almost three times in the past two years.
As Jacob walked across the beach bare footed, he looked up at the clear sky. He hadn't seen so much sky. He grew up in a heavily polluted area. He honestly had never seen stars, and tonight was that night. He was eager. He wouldn't be here if it weren't for James. He had a nephew now, and he couldn't wait to meet the little bastard-seed. Oliver wanted to see Lee just as much, though. So of course Jake had to promise the boy a flight down here. As the sand turned from dry and hot to cold and moist, the water ran over Jake's bare toes. He looked down at his baggy pants hems getting soaked, his small undershirt was the only thing he wore in the hot air. Back in Detroit, it was still snowing
Ah the peace.
Oh, the quiet.
Oh, the weed.
Jake exhaled a huff of smoke and stepped out of his old pick up. He had a thing for that old truck. So did Oliver. That boy always got excited when he saw dad getting his shoes on. Not only were they leaving their cramped apartment, but that meant they were going out of town. The side of town Jacob had settled in was dangerous. Very rarely would his boy be able to play outside, if ever. Gun shots were heard hourly, drive by's, even stray dogs running loose. Not the small friendly dogs, no. Dog fighting dogs. They had scars and deep cuts and were not human friendly. Colette was a vet, but her business was slow. Nobody cared about their pets there enough to take them. Jacob knew he had to do something. He couldn't just be a dog catcher all his life. It didn't pay good. He didn't want his son growing up inside of the apartment all his life. Where was the fun in that? Often times Jake would take Oliver out of town and to the beach and let the boy run up and down the shores until he got hungry. Then they would go home, Jacob would drop the boy off, go get dinner, and come back. He wanted more time with his kid, but going outside back at home was dangerous. Jacob had gotten shot almost three times in the past two years.
As Jacob walked across the beach bare footed, he looked up at the clear sky. He hadn't seen so much sky. He grew up in a heavily polluted area. He honestly had never seen stars, and tonight was that night. He was eager. He wouldn't be here if it weren't for James. He had a nephew now, and he couldn't wait to meet the little bastard-seed. Oliver wanted to see Lee just as much, though. So of course Jake had to promise the boy a flight down here. As the sand turned from dry and hot to cold and moist, the water ran over Jake's bare toes. He looked down at his baggy pants hems getting soaked, his small undershirt was the only thing he wore in the hot air. Back in Detroit, it was still snowing
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