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Post by Jaedyn Holland on Jan 17, 2008 0:24:55 GMT -5
Application
{ you know you could've been a wonder
character’s name Jaedyn Michael Holland
gender Male
discipline Vocals - Rock
age 17
sexuality Straight, but curious
{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,
history
Jae isnt your average run of the mill boy. He has so many things he wants to achieve, yet at the same time he's just so self destrucive. He hates his family with a burning passion, mostly because he could never measure up to their high set standards. I mean honestly who can compete with a child genius, Mia, and a varsity jock, Ransom. Jae has always been the odd one out no matter what he has attempted to do. Jae only started playing Soccer in hopes of making his dad proud, and what did he get for his sacrafice... his father merely asking why he didnt play a real sport like foot ball. After that Jaedyn stopped trying to please his parents at all. And instead he turned to his friends, and soon after the gang life that most of his closest companions were envolved in.
Jae changed rapidly in those years, starting with his clothing, then his hair, then he began to get tattoos, and add piercings to his already intemidating decor. Soon after his behaviour changed as well, he became defensive, aggressive, and most of all disrespectful. He began drinking heavily, participating in numerous parties, and also began using drugs. Soon after this he met Romley, and for once it looked like he might actually get something he wanted. Romley wasnt your typical girl, no, she was down right stunning. Her innocence only attracted Jae more, or so it seemed. For the truth of the matter was, Romley was far from innocent.
Jae became extremly close to the girl, and soon after they started dating. Jae did everything in his power to keep his baby happy. Bought her things he couldnt afford, gave up time with his boys just to hang out with her. Well like all things in Jae's life the strings attatched were too much to bare. Jae had called his girlfriend just to see what she was doing one afternoon. Romley simply said she had just finished eating dinner with her family, and planned on watching tv. At this he smiled, for he was merely down the road. The oddest thing was, Romley froze at this and didnt say a word. This unfortunetly made Jae curious, which thus led him to be suspicious. He parked his car, and hopped out, before opening the front door and walking in like he always did. But what he saw made him wish he hadnt entered that room. In a frantic second he could see Romely throwing her shirt on, and as he peered around the door way, he saw Jared...his best friend. Then it all clicked. Jae said nothing as he turned, punching the wall as he left the house. The only good thing in Jae's life was gone... and it killed.
Romley tried to call for days after that, but Jae never once answered. When she approached him outside of school, he avoided her. Until one day he simply snapped, and told her off. After that Jae drowned himself in his music, and because of this his music teacher took a special intrest in him. Yet when his instructor mentioned putting in an application for Hoffman, Jae refused. He didnt want to go, he was content with his life here, content with finishing school, and then heading into the street life he had become so adapted too. But his instructor refused to let him dwindle away, and placed an application in without his knowledge... his parents received the acceptance letter. They packed his bags, and told him to get on the damn plane, that no son of theirs was going to end up in jail. So here he is, stuck in a place he doesnt want to be, hating a world thats always let him down.... gonna be a long road to happiness thats for sure.
parents Phoenix and Ryder Holland
siblings Mia Holland (12) and Ransom Holland (15)
{ am I losin' way too much
personality
The Outer Shell
Jae comes across as unproachable to say the least. He doesnt talk much, and will never talk to you first. He despises this place with a burning passion, and it shows just in the way he carries himself. He doesnt give a damn about competing for a spot, the sooner he's out of here the better. He always has a scowl on his face, and is generally just not a friendly person. He keeps to himself, his music, and the computer, thats the way he likes it. He is typically rude to woman, making sexist comments, or on the other end of the spectrum, degrading comments. He especially likes to insult females intelligence, call them worthless sluts, along with the occasion cheater, and backstabbing bitch.
He doesnt give anyone a chance to prove his stereotypes wrong, for honestly he doesnt care what comes out of lip glossed lips. Yet through it all he keeps that attractive charming feature. He has the bad boy appeal and he knows it, so on the rare occasion he uses it to his advantage. Jae comes off as arrogant to most. Both in his vanity over his appearence and his attitude towards the general public. He is also extremly dishonest, and fabricates a lot of his stories, padding them with exagerations. He is a chamelon and molds himself to fit his enviroment flawlessly. He comes off as your typical, arrogant, selfish, and dishonest asshole.
Inner Side
Although he comes off as being a tough guy on the inside he is terrified. Terrified people will see him for the screwed up individual he is. He feels as if the real him isnt good enough, that people will despise it even more than his arrogant, egotistical shell. When it comes to isolating himself, he really doesnt want to be alone, but he is afraid to let people in. Have to share his past with them, a past he isnt so proud of. When it comes to woman, he doesnt hate them, more like cautious around them. Romley hurt him deeply and for that he is very untrusting of other girls intentions. He doesnt want to have to feel his heart being ripped out of his chest a second time. With the right person, enough patience, and relentless persitance, it is possbile to reach the sweet guy that makes up Jae. His paranoia feeds his anxiety and thus keeps the Jae that everyone could possibly love hidden. Jae just really needs a friend who is willingly to struggle with him, be there for him, and most of all comfort him. Jae is so used to fighting the world on his own, he's forgotten what its like to care for someone, to know they'll catch him when he stumbles.
likes
- parties
- girls
- kissing
- drinking
- song writting
- getting in trouble
- traveling
- piercings
- tattoos
- boys
- meeting new people
dislikes
- his parents
- authority
- when he cant find the right words when he's talking
- when he doesnt know how to explain how he feels
- when he's brain dead and cant write
- cheaters
- liars
- sluts
ambitions
- too escape his parents
- to forget about Romley
- to make it as a singer
- touch someones life
- to feel of worth
- to be happy
- to stop being so defensive
fears
- being useless
- feeling worthless
- being hated
- feeling unloved
{ my darling you look lovely
portrayed by? Jordan Holland
eyes brown
hair black
height 5'11
style Jae has never been big into whats in style, he simple wears what he wants. Generally its a pair of tight jeans, and on the rare occasion a pair of chick pants. He loves his studded belts, and large belt buckles. His buckles range from a nightmare before christmas one, to a flask, to two guns.. and so on. His jeans are usually dark either black, stonewash, rustic, but never light. When it comes to shirts he's a huge fan of band tees. He also likes ZooYork, and owns quite a few of those. Skate shoes, old school vans and rocket dogs decorate his feet. Another huge part of his style is his jewlry. He has gauged ears, a lip ring, and on the rare occasion you might see a noise ring as well. And dont forget his tattoos, there numerous and each have their own story.
{ and I'm telling you why
your name Mckenzie Mayhem
age 18
years of roleplay 6
code sentence if you like pina coldas and getting caught in the rain.
other
sample postFrom another site
Tate agian found himself wondering the streets in his four legged form. He hardly ever went to school anymore, it was just to hard, he missed her way to much. Not to mention when he saw the vampire who stole her from him at school, it took everything in him not to pin the beast to the ground and tear out his throat. That bastard didnt deserve to live, he didnt deserve to breathe, hell he didnt even deserve to look at Samantha. If Tate had his way he would scratch the varmets eyes out, so that he could never again lust after something that didnt belong to him. The thought brought sadistic comfort to Tate. Tate sighed as he continued to walk through the dark alley, his claws tapping on the ground as he went. Tate was easily picked out among the pack. His pelt coloring was a light shade of beige tinted with red, and raptured with grey. His eyes were remarkably like a dogs, soft, loving, compassionate, unlike his fellow pack mates whose eyes were cold, and distant. The way Tate carried himself also made him stand out, his frame was generally submissive and a defeated look always cascade over his muscled body. Tate was in a state of morbid depression, depression that kept getting worse as the days passed. No one seemed to pull a smile out of him anymore, and no one dared try to force him out of it. For when cornered Tate was a dangerous animal, very capable of killing even the closest of his friends. Anger flowed through Tate's verins as well, yet he must be provoked to see the real potential he had as a warrior. Tate shook such thoughts from his mind as he walked through a puddle, causing splashes of water to spray his timber pelt. At that moment it was apparent he had lost the will to live. Tate was becoming more and more reckless as time passed, it was almost as if he wanted someone to strike him down. He acted as if ripping his heart out would be no huge feet. Death was something that was gradually over taking the lycan. He felt alone, as if every road he walked, he walked alone. He could be in the company of his entire pack, and still feel as if he had nothing. As if his life was meaningless, no amount of encouragement or kind words make a flick of difference in his life. He had lost it all the day he lost her, every single pack member knew about her, and many despised her for runing their friend. Yet what they didnt take into account was that their hatred should have been directed at that prick of a vampire who bit her. Tate had looked for him several times outside of school, and too this day had not been lucky enough to find him. But when he did, he would take him out, make him beg for mercy under his claws, to cry as his fangs punctured his neck. The thought of this vampires demise brought a sick smile to Tate's face.
Tate's hatred towards vampires was not nearly as strong as most of his packmates. Tate perferred to avoid the beasts over killing them, yet that one in particular made Tate's morals twist, almost disapear all together. That vampire was the source of Tate's agony, his hidden desire to just fade away. A small whine escape his maw as he thought about her. It seemed every moment of his day circled around seeing her, watching her, wishing that things could have been different. He would give up being a wolf in a heartbeat to hold her agian without distaste. The scent of his inborn enemy caused him to pratically choke back vomit, and he hated this. He hated the fact that his love was destroyed by her scent, and he just wanted to roll over and die because he couldnt have her. She was his everything, his Mona Lisam and so much more. He could remeber the way she looked when she first woke up, how she always thought herself to be hideous and would quickly pull the comforter over her face so that Tate could not see her. He remebered how he used to tell her how beautiful she was, and how it seemed to take forever to coax his sleeping beauty out from behind her blockade of covers. Tate adored the tired look that filled her eyes after they spent all night talking about their future, what life would be like when she ran along side him. Hell he adored her eyes in general. They were so bright, so filled with life, and yet in quick moments it was stripped away. The blond haired teen remebered how she used to run her fingers through his hair, the feeling of her nails dancing across his skin... the chills it caused. How his pores seemed to ignite to her warm touch, how her soft lips felt agianst his. The taste of her mouth, the warmth of her body. These thoughts brought tears to the timber wolves eyes, but he dare not stop. For if he were to lay down now he would sureley never get up. His heart would beat slower as agony clogged his arteries. Life just wasnt fair, and the fact he was to be immortal, only meant one thing. It meant he would spend the rest of his life chasing a damsel he could never have. His heart would yern for ears to feel her touch, her soft lips upon his, her delicate fingers running through her hair. This just wasnt fair and it infuriated him like nothing else. His anger overflowed as his body began to shake, his fur began to bristle, as he continued down the dark alley. He would have his vengence he would. That vampire would suffer, he wanted him to suffer like Tate had to for the rest of his immoratal life. He wanted to rip that cold heart beings heart out, he wanted to let its blood be consumed by the earth. Tate wanted to watch the life drain out of his eyes, as his claw ladened paw pressed down on his chest. He wanted to watch fear consume the monsters eyes when he finally realized this was it, his life was over....
Tate sighed as he neared an all too familiar building, one he spent many nights infront of. As soon as he was sure no one was moving about the grounds he lowered his muzzle to the ground, allowing his nares to begin their work. He began to track several scents until he locked apon hers. Not that he needed to find her, for he knew exactly in which room she slept. Yet his lycan half seemed to get joy from the tracking, thus he allowed it to go un hindered. Tate's auds flipped back as they remained alert to the surrounding noises. As her scent grew stronger so did the desire to vomit, but Tate choked it back, as his pistons took off into a faster beat. Tate was gradually growing used to her scent, and was sure that with in a couple months it would be nothing to him. A slight growl escaped his maw as he corned another creature as he turned the bin. Though quickly relaxed once he realized it was a mere coyote and nothing more. A low snarl escaped his lips, along with a snap of his jaws warning the yote to keep moving. The small creature shook in fright before he bolted towards the woods, causing Tate to want to chase, but he didnt. Tate had made a habit of being outside Sam's window every night at the same time, and to linger their until she awoke. She never caught a glimpse of him, he knew her habits, and was careful to make sure he was never discovered. Samantha awoke the same way every morning. A slight stir, a pulling of the covers over her head, then she would roll over towards the window, yawn, and then her light blue eyes would open, and finally she would gasp. What caused her to gasp Tate did not know, perhaps nightmares consumed his beauties dreams, or maybe she did catch a glimpse of him time to time. Whatever it was it never stopped him from retuning to perch outside her window. Tate did this because he loved her, did this because it was the closest he would ever get to her, but not just that, he wanted to protect her. He wanted to make sure no one harmed her as she slept, that her nights remained peacful. With a smirk he lept upon the ledge outside her window. His muscular body,lowering itself. And like that Tate returned to the attractice blond haired teen he was famous for being. A small smile slipped over his features as he leaned back agianst the stone out cropping of the window. He pulled his knees close to his body, as he wrapped his arms around his knees. Tate then looked in the window, his dark green eyes watching her as she slept, god she was so beautiful. It seemed as if nothing had changed over the months, it was almost as if she was frozen in time. Tate often thought he should feel weird about watching her but he never did.
Tate sighed as he watched her, how he desired to sneek through the window, but he knew if he did he would be over stepping it. It was so hard to watch her sleep alone, to watch her fragile body shiver time to time. It broke his heart to know she was cold and he could do nothing to help her. He felt helpess as he leaned his head agianst the glass and just watched her. As time passed she grew more and more still, though he could tell what ever claimed her mind at the moment was painful. His lycan sense gave him insight into her emotions, and he could feel the sadness and fear that captivated her body. He had the intense desire to slip in the room, slide into bed next to her, and just hold her. Let her know she didnt have to be alone and cold, that he would be there if she only asked him to be. But he couldnt do it, he could not let himself get more attatched to a girl who so despertly wanted to forget him. A girl who wanted to move on to possibly embrace the monster she had become. Yet to Tate she was nothing like the monster that had claimed her out of jealousy. He envied that beast, for he got to spend an itnernity with a bride that should have been his. Sure they were not together, Tate knew this, but deep down it would only be a matter of time before his angel needed comfort, needed love, and she was sure to turn to the friend who had given her imortality, not the one that was to fade into her mind as the enemy. Tears began to sting his eyes at the thought, and he couldnt help but to bite his bottom lip. He tore his eyes away from his porcelain angel, and gazed up at the moon, his only comfort. She was to be his guiding light, his warmth in the dark, his new mona lisa....
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