Post by jason clark on Apr 16, 2009 0:38:10 GMT -5
say hello
[/i]JASON HARRISON CLARK,
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OH, HEY THERE! I'M SAM AND I'M TO AWESOME TO SAY HOW MANY YEARS OLD I AM. I'M A DUDE AND I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR ABOUT THREE MONTHS I PLAY NOBODY HERE. I READ THE RULES, YOU WANT PROOF? ARABIAN NIGHTS. THERE. THANK GOD FOR TYPING THE WRONG LINK IN ON MY URL BAR THING OR I WOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE. NOW, ONTO MY CHARACTER.
oh no, i just keep on falling
B A C K T O T H E S A M E O L D[/center]
» FULL NAME • jason glenn clark
» NICKNAMES • jase (pronounced jay-s)
» DATE OF BIRTH • 30/6
»AGE • eighteen
» GENDER • male
» SEXUALITY • im pretty sure im straight
and where's hope
W H E N M I S E R Y C O M E S C R A W L I N G
W H E N M I S E R Y C O M E S C R A W L I N G
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» TALENT • i play base guitar
» STRENGTHS • most things musical. accept singing
» WEAKNESSES • school stuff. i try, but it just isnt that interesting. i cant help it.
with your faith
Y O U ' L L T R I G G E R A L A N D S L I D E
Y O U ' L L T R I G G E R A L A N D S L I D E
» HEIGHT • pretty tall. lets just say im taller than most people.
» WEIGHT • i cant say im thin, because im masculine.
» BODY SHAPE • masculine
» ETHNICITY • caucasian
» APPEARANCE •
im not the one to brag very much, but im pretty hot. ive got a nicely shaped face with rounded cheekbones and a strong jaw. most of the time i shave, but there is still some stubble there. i my lips are a little too thin for my liking, but they are usually curved into my famous crooked smile. i have a slightly hooked nose and big blue eyes. my dark eyebrows are covered with thick, shaggy brown hair.
my body shape is masculine, i have large muscles and i am quite strong. im not a fast swimmer, but i can run short distances quite well, and im pretty good at running long distances, too. i have tanned skin, no freckles. i tend to walk with a boy-ish slouch and long, easy strides that most people can fall into quite comfortably.
im not one for fashion. i normally enjoys wearing jeans and a loose shirt. but most of the time i dont wear any shirt at all. whats the point of having such a masculine figure if i can't show it off? i wear converses most of the time. when the time comes, yeah, i clean up nice. but my hair always makes me look scruffy. it just wont look neat.
» PORTRAYED BY • some people say i look like chace crawford
to kill off this common
S E N S E O F M I N D
S E N S E O F M I N D
» LIKES • girls, drinking, smoking, parties, having fun, running around
» DISLIKES • homework, hangovers, being caught with another girl, storms. raining is fine, 'cos you get to run around and have mud fights
» HABITS/QUIRKS • telling secrets to friends im not supposed to
» HOBBIES • drawing cartoon things, running, swimming (but not laps) just having fun, really
» FEARS • drowning (in the ocean)
» DREAMS • so be an actor
» PERSONALITY •
MY FAV PART: lifes a game. whats the point if sitting around doing nothing when you can do all the stuff your not supposed to, and have fun with it? i cant take many things seriously. i enjoy running around, being stupid. hanging with friends. FRIENDS: love 'em. i have tonnes of friends, and if i dont, i make them. i cant possibly live without them. im not that picky, though i tend to hang around the free-spirited or the snobs. i seem to fit in there more that anywhere else.
RELATIONSHIPS: im just quietly waiting for the right one, but i flirt. alot. who cares? i dont usually break the girl's hearts. sometimes i forget that they hold grudges. but hey, what can i do? sometimes i have to hurt them to protect them. ok, thats not true, but thats what i say. PARTIES: i love parties and all that comes with them. the drugs, the booze, the hook-up sessions. oh, and if im not at a party, im either at a better one or dead. so make sure im at one of the parties that are on on one night.
OTHER PARTS: ok. im rich. so? i may be a little snobby, and self-centered...and rude...but who cares? i try and be nice. at least im not some type of super-nice creep. some people call me an asshole, others call me charming. i know which one i'd choose. i really don't give a shit about what the other people say, though. they say im a jerk or something, i say bite me.
it takes acquired minds
T O T A S T E , T O T A S T E , T O T A S T E T H I S W I N E
T O T A S T E , T O T A S T E , T O T A S T E T H I S W I N E
» PLACE OF BIRTH • a little town a mile away from paris
» NATIONALITY • half american, half french
» PARENTS • katherine and glenn clark
» SIBLINGS • katiey - she turned one last month.
» OTHER RELATIVES • n/a
» HISTORY •
[before]
katherine was the beauty of her town. she had long, flowing black hair and large baby-blue eyes. her skin was pale and soft, and her lips cherry red. she was kind and fragile, and people were aware that if they broke her heart, she would shatter, too. so they left her alone. but most of the men ached for her.
and so did glenn, the american boy who was seven years older than her. though he was ugly. he had messy brown hair and mud-brown eyes. thin lips and a long, dirty beard.
he wasn't rich, but he wasnt poor. he owned a small cafe a few blocks from her large house.
even though he was ugly, he was nice. most of the other men drooled over kathy, but he just averted his eyes and spoke softly, dreaming one day they would talk alone and he could confess how he felt.
that one night came. when katherine turned 21, she lad a large celebration, and the entire small town was invited. there was every drink you could imagine there, all sorts of food and many beautiful men. katherine had also kept her secret husband, bart, a secret from the town. she would announce their marriage on that night.
only moments after kathy's announcement, glenn finally dragged kathy away from the crowd and confessed his love for her. kathy stared at him for a minute and a half before taking him in her arms and kissing him. things got carried away, and they left the party. only a little while later did kathy realize she was carrying glenn's baby. but they had ever spoken after that party night. she left bart for glenn, even though she did not love him.
[birth to 3]
my birth was a large shock to the town. people suspected it after mom had left bart for dad. but they didn't know who's baby it was. they were sure that bart had tried for a baby aswel. but mom told everyone that bart insisted on her waiting for after her party.
so i was the little boy who was never supposed to be. i got my smarts from dad and my looks from mom. ever since i could talk, i had wanted a musical instrument. but the town didnt have many, and my parents wanted to get away from the looks the townspeople gave them. so we moved to paris. they gave me many instruments, but none of them fit me. i was watching 'the wiggles' on tv at the age of three when i saw what i wanted. i wanted to play the base guitar.
my mom said that i had to wait until school to get one, so i waited, and waited.
[5 to 7]
on my fifth birthday, my mom bought me a black base guitar, and even though i wasn't aloud to play it until i was six, i still tried. my dad also had a musical ear. i got it off him, and i learned how to play the start of 'batman' before i got lessons. even though it wasnt exactly right, i was proud of myself.
the first day of school was exiting for me. i made friends and made things with colored clay before whizzing home in excitement. i got my first lesson of the base guitar. and i hated it. i whined and whined about it, but mom scolded me and told me i had to learn it. so i did.
at the age of seven i could play better than my dad could. he couldn't play much, but he was still pretty good. school was a nightmare, though. i was focusing on everything bu the work. mom asked me if i wanted to repeat. i refused...of course.
[8 to 11]
when i was eight, i preformed with my guitar in my school's assembly. and everyone said i was awesome. that gave me the courage to ask my dad for a better guitar. i still had mine from when i was five, and it sucked now. my dad disagreed, and i cried and whined and cried until he did buy me one. that was when i learned that i was spoiled.
nothing happened until i was enrolled into paa. i liked the school, it was really big and open. it had all the things i wanted, and i loved it.
[my school years]
in fourth year, i discovered the world of alcohol. i partied and made out with tonnes of different girls, and enjoyed it. i never really got caught. but i still hadn't grown into my looks yet. i was shorter than most, and i got teased about it. even if i was a year older than them.
when i hit sixth year, it all changed. i grew really tall, masculine and more mature (physically. mentally i haven't grown up since i was fourteen im still the fun, energetic kid). i was the popular, hot guy now, not the short, stick figure. that was the first time i found the right girl. her name was poppy. she had long blonde hair and green eyes. we had been dating for a few months before she had to leave the school. last time i heard from her, she had a hot guy and was pregnant.
but my parents did have a baby girl. shes really cute.