Judas Straight « Thread Started on Oct 9, 2006, 3:50am »
Application:
Name: Judas Straight. Nickname Jude Sex: Male Date of Birth//Age (Optional for Age): December 18th, 1990 (17) Year: Twelve Classes/Sports taken:
English 12 Chemistry 12 Principles of Math 12 Automotive Technology 12 Technical Education 10: Mechanics Electronics 12- Analog Systems
Group: Rebel Preference: Both Family: When ten, Judas’ mom left without a word. Neither he or his dad cared very much, for his mom wasn’t an overly good mother or wife. She was an alcoholic with a bad temper and more often than not, was out who knows where. Ever since then, him and his dad have been living in British Colombia. Luckily, both Judas and his dad get along very well. His dad’s a mechanic, and Jude hopes to one day take over the family business.
Hair: Before the tenth grade, he always had his hair cut short, but when he hit his second sophomore year, he decided no one was to touch his hair. He has been growing it out ever since. Now the thick, near-black locks reach his shoulder. Eye colour: Light brown Height: 5”11’ Build: normal Clothing style: He usually wears a t-shirt and jeans, though will occasionally throw a sweater or jacket overtop when he feels like it. Wears too-big skater shoes. Overall appearance: Standing just under six feet, Jude looks like your typical everyday t-shirt and baggy jeans sort of guy. He has no big muscles, and is definitely not anorexic. He has a soft face, and large expressive brown eyes. Celebrity/Model Avatar: Teddy Geiger
Cherished Belongings: Nothing particularily. He has a nice guitar, but he’s not passionate about playing it. He prefers listening to others.
What you do in your free time: Thinking, writing and banging away on a car. He loves fixing them.
Personality: Judas is a laid back, all around nice guy. He despises rules with a passion, though won’t confront something he doesn’t like, blatantly. He doesn’t like to talk much, though when he does, he likes to be heard. He hates being ignored, and is extremely loyal. Though he’s quiet, he’s undeniably stubborn and sometimes selfish. If he doesn’t want to do something you want him to, expect resistance, maybe even a flying fist if he’s being pushed to hard. He’s more pessimistic than optimistic, meaning the glass is half empty, rather than half full. He also believes very strongly in Karma. Along with a wide ranged taste in music, Jude loves to read and write, and watch movies at home. His preferred genres vary from romances to comedy, to mystery, though his favourite will always be fantasy.
Past: For his entire life, Judas has lived in the Brookswood area, though he’s lived in about six different houses. He was lucky enough that his mom was rarely home, so he never really saw her or her drunken rages. His dad has always been a soft dude, and usually has bags under his eyes from staying up late, trying to pay off bills and keep up with the money his wife wasted on alcohol. Once his mom took off, life became slightly easier, and him and his dad moved into a new, nicer house near the Brookswood high school. After he finished up elementary school, and graduated into high school, Judas decided he’d become the boss of a mechanics shop, like his dad. Now they live in a pretty stable home in stable conditions. They haven’t seen his mom since she left.
Anything else: He fears being rejected, and doesn’t like it when people make fun of him. He’s a big animal lover and has… nothing else I can think of xDDD
Sample Rp: {From a Peter Pan roleplay.}
There was a world of dreams and fantasies, a place where the mind of a child often wanders, letting their imagination fly free. Pirates, mermaids, faeries and possibly even dragons inhabit the unknown place, along with a young boy and his band of followers. Troublemakers, warriors and carefree souls they be, whilst the leader was gallant, brave and mischievously entertaining. This was Peter Pan, forest boy who only existed in stories and faerie tales. Or did he? A small light, the size of thimble shot through the night sky, like a tiny shooting star. Jingling and cursing, the glow pranced about, obviously searching for something. It neared a window, then tinkled crossly and flew onwards, until it collided with an open window. A jingle of approval sent a shadow whiz out from behind another house and onto the window sill. The light landed on the silhouette, lighting up the face of a teenage boy. This finely etched features sparkled with excitement, and his blonde hair moved slightly with the wind that blew across his face. He smiled. “It’s time Tink. Wendy’s sure to be here.” The small light, which was actually a faerie muttered crossly. This excursion was obviously wasn’t her idea. Silent as a feather, Peter sailed into the bedroom and landed on the moonlit windowsill, his sharp eyes scanning the room. All it’s occupants were asleep, which pleased him. He’d rather not have to search for his shadow with the Darling children watching him with wide eyes. He needed to concentrate.
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