jacob andrews

[jacob andrews]

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{ you know you could've been a wonder

character’s name Jacob Andrews [jake]
gender male
discipline Dance ; Hip-hop
age 18
sexuality straight

{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,

history

Jacob Benedict Andrews was born to Jacqueline and David Andrews on the 5th of September. He would be the first of three children though he was the only one for a while. As a baby, he was spoilt with gifts from relatives, though no doubt smothered. Obviously he was a baby and couldn’t react in any other way than laugh or cry. His relatives continued to smother him but no where near as much as his parents. There reason was that they were so proud of him. He was their first child and maybe even the last. David wasn’t ready to really embrace more children though Jac wanted to keep them coming. They would often fight about it when little Jacob was tucked away, fast asleep in his crib. Jac ended up winning and they decided to try for some more. However it took a while and they waited a long time with just one child.

Jacob was happy as a toddler; he had everything he could ever want. All the toys and company he could ever need. As he learned to walk and talk, his parents couldn’t be prouder. As their first, he was the most important thing to them. Even though he was still smothered and started to resent it, Jake was happy. Until his brother came. When his mother first told him that he would have a baby brother, Jake was excited. He wouldn’t be alone in the house anymore and he would be able to play with someone. However, he was about to find out that it wasn’t as great as it seemed. Marcus Andrews made Jacob’s life feel rather insignificant and unimportant. David and Jac started to give Marcus a lot more attention, more than Jacob. Even at a young age, Jake could feel the burning jealousy which later started the intense sibling rivalry.

[ack! I can’t be bothered to finish this so I’ll just write it in a list again. Love me]

• began school
  
• sister was born
  
• learned to dance
  
• mother died in a tragic car accident
  
• sibling rivalry worse than ever
  
• went to hoffman

parents
Jacqueline Andrews - deceased
David Andrews

siblings
Marcus Andrews
Jean Andrews

{ am I losin' way too much

personality
Jake is a player. A man-whore, a womanizer, whatever name you can think of. He enjoys the way he is and the company it attracts. If your mind is slow and you can’t work out what sort of company I mean, then let me make it clear for you. Girls. Yes girls are the reason he acts the way he does. They are the reason that he flirts non stop and why he is always, ALWAYS with them. Well, not all the time, but most of the time. Jake is often out at parties (with girls) down the street (with girls) and eating at his favorite ice-creamery (with girls). Of course Jake likes his quiet time so he can revisit his memories or simply think things through. Otherwise he is out with his girlfriends, or that’s what he calls them. Technically they aren’t really with him seeing as he is never tied down to the same girl for more than a month. He just calls them his girlfriends because that’s what they are, his friends that are girls.

Of course, Jake always leaves time for his guy friends. Whether running around like crazy animals or just mucking around, he will always enjoy their company. He never really confides in them as such, in fact he never confides in anyone. But he likes to talk to them about things (such as girls) but never anything about family or their history. Since Jake has always been quite sensitive about his past, he never talks about it to anyone. But other than that, Jake can be quite open and talks about things that most people would know about. Because he is so social, Jake is rather popular, not just with the girls but also with the guys. There are of course people who despise him for being who he is but he doesn’t give them any thought. If Jake is happy with whom he is and how his life is going, he won’t listen to anything else.

As I said before, Jake can be rather sensitive about his past. It’s really the only thing he will go quiet on. He tries to hide his sensitivity to his success but the constant hiding has led to a lot of frustration being built up inside him. Jake doesn’t tend to take this out on people in person, perhaps because he hasn’t got the guts to. However, he does seem to lose his cool over instant messenger. After he will apologize frequently until he thinks that he has got his message through but doesn’t really mean it. Because Jake enjoys taking his anger out on other people, especially when it’s not just spur of the moment. He can think his words through properly then.

Jake always has a weird fondness for things. He tends to get attached to things easily and when he does, he won’t let go. It’s usually the small things, such as banana ice-cream or pirates. Other things are much more important to him, like his love for the beach. He had never been to the beach until he was ten. After that, he had an immediate love for it and tried to go there as much as possible. Of course, he then had a horrible dislike for the city since it was nothing like the beach. Other things Jake seems to have gotten attached to seems to be animals. Fluffy one’s in particular, though he thinks snakes are pretty cool. However, there is something about rabbits and other cute animals that he likes. He doesn’t tell anyone this though since it would be rather embarrassing for him.

When it comes to family, Jake is rather quiet. He has a definite opinion about family and why he hates it so much but he prefers to keep it to himself. Since not many people hated being with family as much as he did (or so he thinks) he doesn’t see any reason to show his feelings towards it. Of course, he has a reason for feeling the way he does; his past has a lot to do with it. Sibling rivalry would be one of them, along with pure dislike of his parents and every embarrassment they made him go through. If you really thought about it, Jake’s past isn’t as bad as he makes it sounds, but because he has such a negative outlook on it, he makes himself feel worse about it. His parents often tell him that he wouldn’t get anywhere in life if he hated everything, but he begs to differ. Jake see’s it like this. He had already gotten pretty far with the way he was, and his life was sure to get better. There is no denying who he is and he enjoys his ways. The parties, the girls, the negative attitude, the flirting, the girls, the banana ice-cream, the beaches and of course, the girls.


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likes

• girls
  
• flirting
  
• sex
  
• ice cream
  
• bananas
  
• banana ice cream
  
• the beach
  
• parties
  
• quiet time
  
• his cat
  
• pirate hats
  
• game shows
  
• when people contradict themselves
  
• fluffy animals
  
• himself
  
• birthdays

dislikes

• too much responsibility
  
• talking about his past
  
• feet
  
• harry potter
  
• elephants
  
• the city
  
• getting attached
  
• relatives
  
• family in general
  
• his cat
  
• family time
  
• confiding in people
  
• pickles
  
• anchovies
  
• seafood
  
• having to much time to himself
  
• not enough time to himself

ambitions

• graduate
  
• be the best he can be
  
• 
  

fears

{ my darling you look lovely

portrayed by? Cheyne
eyes grey
hair blonde/brown
height 185cm
style Blue jeans, unbuttoned shirts, anything that compliments his body, he’ll wear.

{ and I'm telling you why

your name caitlin
age 14
years of roleplay about a year
code sentence if you like pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
other I love you!!
sample post

Ashley body ached. She lay in her bed in the morning, wincing slightly as she rubbed her tender bruises. Her mind was full painful memories of the night before. Cuts on her wrists told her the story of last night when she lost control. Everything was dark, horrible and full of evil. No light could penetrate her gloom. She knew this; she felt the shadows taunt her. Tears fell reluctantly from her eyes as the days morning light began to shine. But Ashley didn’t notice this, she didn’t notice anything. Everything was a blur, a dark and painful smudge in her hectic life. It wasn’t easy being a nut case, it never was. People would look at her strangely if she told them what was wrong with her. Nobody cared. Nobody wanted to know what stories Ashley Hendrix had to tell.

The normal guards escorted her to the garden once the morning a properly begun. Ashley wore and grey jacket so that her cuts would go unnoticed. Her blonde hair hung lifeless and unbrushed on her head. Her baggy jeans swept the floor loudly. Her eyes shone out from her shadowed face making her look haunting. Even then as she walked in between to guards, memories flooded back. Images of blood on her forearm, nails digging into her skin and tears running down her face. Ashley wanted to yell, to scream out to the world. She wanted to run away and yet, she wanted to hide. She didn’t want to be with anyone. All she wanted was to be alone.

Her arms were seriously starting to hurt her. She considered asking the guards to take her to the medical ward to get checked out. She knew she deserved the pain, for being the way she was but it was really annoying her. Nevertheless, she kept quiet while the guards took her to the garden. Its splendor usually would brighten up Ashley’s day but not this time. Not when everything was so dark, gloomy and depressing. Its bright flowers were not enough to quench Ashley’s thirst for light. Its beauty and innocence could not heal her suffering. All she could do now was hope for the best.

The guards walked away leaving her there alone. She pulled her sleeve up to reveal her barely healed cut from last night. She looked at it, touched it softly with one finger and felt the pain rip through her arm and mind. It was mental pain as well as physical. When she was like this, she knew that there was something wrong with her. But why didn’t she just get help somewhere other than here? She needed a doctor or something like that, not a prison. What was the point of locking her up and making her talk to other people? This was her problem, no one else’s. No one else was suffering from her pain. Only she knew what it was like to be in nothing but darkness. Only she knew what it was like to be her.

Finally, Ashley made up her mind. She watched the guards come back into view and decided to ask them to take her to the medical ward. It wasn’t therapy she needed, it was proper treatment. They took her without explanation as they saw the cuts and bruises on her arms. They seemed rather scared of her as she looked at them with evil eyes. This wasn’t right. Why should they be afraid of her when they were the guards and she was the prisoner? They were so timid around her in fact, that they dropped her off in the hallway leading to the medical ward. Cowards Ashley thought to herself.

Ashley walked slowly down the hallway, dreading of what was about to come. There was no reason that she shouldn’t turn back around and leave. If she went then she would have to explain everything that she did to herself. As if.

Screaming. Nothing but screaming rang through her ears. Where was it coming from? Terrified, Ashley looked for the source of the noise. It was coming from the storage closet. Without a moments hesitation she ran forward and opened the door. There she saw a guard who had pinned what looked like a 19 year old against the wall. He looked around at her but before he could do anything else, Ashley punched him right in the face. Her arm was strong and it knocked him backwards, howling in shock and pain. Ashley grabbed the girls hand and pulled her out of the storage closet and down the hallway. The shock was yet to subside from Ashley’s face but she tried to look brave as she pulled around the corner and out of sight from the guard who hadn’t come out of the closet yet.

Ashley’s back slid down the wall and sat down, trying her hardest not to breathe too loudly. She looked at the girl next to her. She did not recognize her but that wasn’t anything new. She didn’t recognize anyone here in this prison. “Are you alright” she said softly. Of course the answer was going to be no but it would be nice to at least ask. As mother said Ashley thought. Politeness and manners goes a long way.


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