Post by jared clarkson on May 21, 2009 0:20:36 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
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sup, my name is Hannah
been breathing air for 14 years now
but only been living for 2-3 years
you can drop me a line at pm
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: jare, reddie, red, jard
age: 23
birthday: fourteenth of febuary
gender: male
orientation: heterosexual
school year: graduated in '04
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 6'4
weight: 175 lbs
build muscular
eyes: Gorgeous gray green eyes that are almond shaped and framed by long blond eyebrows.
hair: Originally, Jared's hair is blond. But he tends to dye it black because he likes it better. He lets it grow out but when it gets too long he chops it all off.
distinguishing features: Height, muscles, incredibly deep voice.
tattoos and piercings: N/A
personal style: Jared typically wears whatever is clean in his closet. A simple shirt, leather jacket, and jeans is all he needs.
appearance:
You can't really miss Jared. Six foot four inches of pure muscle with a stony gaze until he smiles and everything lightens up. He usually has a tan because of all the time he spends outside.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
- planes.
- women.
- his family.
- flying.
- adrenaline rushes.
- being alive.
- his motorcycle.
- laughing.
- leather jackets.
- feeling the wind through his hair.
- rain.
- sunshine.
- guns.
- swimming.
dislikes:
- stuck ups.
- sluts.
- crashing.
- failing.
- jokes that no one understands.
- death.
- thunder.
- overly hot weather.
- overly cold weather.
- sand.
- blood.
- rosemary.
- allergies.
strengths:
- physically strong.
- takes the blame like a man.
- honest.
- flirting.
- not afraid of almost anything.
- knows when to say no.
weaknesses:
- beautiful women. /redheads.
- a harley. [MOTORCYCLE<3]
- worst liar ever.
- highly allergic to nuts.
- can't sing to save his life.
- a little too daring.
greatest fear:
- death.
- never finding love.
- crashing and dying in a plane/motorcycle.
greatest desire:
- fall in love.
- fly around the world.
- to travel the world.
- to swim the English channel.
habits and quirks:
- runs hand through hair when nervous.
- left handed.
- doesn't listen half the time.
- coughs a lot to get attention.
- motions with his hands all the time.
overall personality:
Ambitious. He sets goals for himself and won't quit until he gets them done. Whether it's remembering to wash clothes or swimming the English channel, they're all huge to Jared. Quitting is not an option, quitting is never an option, unless for some strange reason someone's life is in danger and he realizes it, then he'll wait until said person's life is no longer in danger and then continue as it were. Courageous. He is brave, to the extent of being stupid, and risks his life on numerous occasions to make sure his loved ones are in absolutely no danger, thinking nothing of his own skin. He would rather die than they, he's said again and again. This is not to be mistaken for a death wish, he loves life. He just wants to live it to the full extent. Dangerous. Though he is teddy-bear-like, he still has a big temper. He is a skilled black belt and boxer and excellent marksman, but he would never use it to hurt someone intentionally unless of course, he was defending someone he loved. He just takes out stress on punching bags or whatever he can get his hands on to rip apart. He seethes, but he tries to keep from screaming at those people you just want to knock sense into their heads.
Flirtatious. He loves to flirt. He's the king of pickup lines. But he never goes too far, and he's never really been in a serious relationship. But he wants to be, he always has, it's just that no one would ever take him seriously. They see the tough, jokester exterior but miss the soft, sensitive interior because they assume he doesn't have one. He really gets hurt when someone he really likes cheats on him or just dumps him for someone else. Inattentive. He doesn't listen very well. It isn't his fault, he's just a little bit ADHD. If you say something that reminds him about something else, he will start thinking about that something else and his mind will keep traveling until you get his attention again and have to tell him all over again. That is, if you can keep his attention for that long.
Joker. He almost always has a joke to lighten the situation, or will just start bursting out in random laughter because he thought of something that happened yesterday, or maybe even last year. Then he has to tell everyone and even if no one else thinks it's funny he'll continue cracking up until he just cannot laugh anymore, even though people tend to give him strange looks. Neat freak. You might not think of someone as crazy as Jared to be this, but he is. He is a bit of a perfectionist. He likes to have everything clean and perfect, but he doesn't totally freak if someone else's' house is a little dirty, or even filthy. As long as there aren't sewer rats running around he's pretty much okay. But if it's his own house, he can't stand it, he absolutely has to clean it up right now or else it's going to stain and then he'll never get it out and it'll look terrible, what are people going to think?...
Playful. He's really just a kid at heart, really. A bit smarter and smoother, but he would still play on the playgrounds and everything if he wasn't afraid he'd break them or some person would take him off telling him he wasn't allowed to play on that, he wasn't under the age of fifteen, bladededa. So yeah, amusement parks are pretty much his outlet for partying. Responsible. He may screw up a billion times every day, but he takes it all like a man when someone tells him off. Unless he didn't do it, because then he won't stand for the injustice. When he was a child he was blamed for breaking his mom's favorite vase and he wouldn't admit to it because he really didn't do it so he sat in his room grounded for the next week until his friend finally came home and admitted to doing it and paid for it.
Forgiving. Yes, he forgave that kid as soon as he apologized. And yes, he'll forgive pretty much anyone who is sincere enough. He may be a teeny bit naive about things like that, but at least he's honest and forgets things he wants to quickly. Until someone or something reminds him about it, and then he'll remember the person's heartfelt apology and he'll forget again. But when someone just says sorry because their parents made them, he doesn't feel the same way, he doesn't believe them until they prove it. Spontaneous. Something pops into his head that he thinks sounds cool, and he'll most likely do it, dropping what he's doing. As long as he's not doing anything overly important. Like driving a plane with passengers. He acts on the spur of the moment, and loves it.
Serious. Of course he has his serious side, he just doesn't use it often. But those few cases he has to be serious [coughcoughPLANECRASHcoughcough] he is kind of intimidating. He may not be the most influential person in normal circumstances, but when something serious happens he takes charge and tries his best to get everyone to safety. And everyone listens to the six foot four hulky hunk who has a deep voice and scary faces when he's being serious. Gallant. He always believes ladies first and if he was in a burning building and the only male in there[don't ask how he got that, he's got a wild imagination] he would let them leave if it meant he burned to death in there. He opens the door for them and never does something if they don't want him to[such as kissing too early] because that was the way he was raised and he is going to stick to that till he dies.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: lukas clarkson, fifty nine, doctor
siblings: alex clarkson, seventeen, student
alice clarkson, seventeen, student
ororo clarkson, twenty two, florist
jacob clarkson, twenty seven, carpenter
extended family: none overly important
pets: tigger, kitten, 4 months
nationality: American, Australian
birthplace: La Push, Washington
history:
Twenty three years ago, on a dark and stormy night, a little boy was born in La Push, Washington. That little boy was Jared Clarkson, and his parents were the famous Clarkson doctors. They had one little boy before him, Jacob, and he was four years old. Jared was born right on the date they had said he would be, and they were proud to death of the big baby with a head of blond hair. Jared grew up to be a big kid, too, just like his father, but his older brother was always a little smaller than him. Cristal and Lukas were fair and stern parents, but they also knew when to have fun. Most of the time, they believed their sons and daughter Ororo, who was born a year and a half after Jared, even when they knew they weren't telling the full truth. They knew each of them would come and confess on their own, and then they punished them as they saw fit.
There were the times however that they did lose their tempers, because no one's perfect. But after cooling off, they did always apologize. When Jared was six years old, they had another baby. They weren't expecting it, but they loved it too, before it was born. But in the hospital room weren't they surprised when two babies popped out? Alex and Alice, who were born four weeks early. They took some getting used to, but Jared eventually warmed up to them, and he and Alex turned out to be the two troublemakers of the group. Through his teenage years, Jared did sometimes feel like his parent's standards were much too high to reach, but one of his goals was to make them proud. He didn't seem to realize that they were proud of him no matter what he did. He tried to get good grades, to make the right decisions, but he is only human and sometimes he did slip. But he had an older brother[who seemed of course unfairly perfect] who was always there to help him when he struggled, and his parents were always understanding.
When he graduated, he immediately went to get his pilot's liscence. Even as a kid he knew he wanted to fly. He worked as a co-pilot for a few years until the commercial business let him go solo. Even though he was a little ADD, he refused to let himself go crazy on a flight because he just really didn't want to kill a bunch of people, and maybe even himself. When he took the job to fly a bunch of kids to an island called Lundy, he thought it would be a piece of cake. He'd gone from this airport to England before, why would this be any different? But he was wrong. He heard the thunderstorm warnings, but he wanted to go anyway, he didn't think it would be too bad and they'd make it through fine, so he went ahead and flew on. Besides, his sister's wedding was right at the end of his schedule, and he didn't want to miss it.
He was dead wrong. When lightning struck he hit the back of his chair so hard he passed out and when they landed, he woke up to find that they were stuck on an island, the plane was on fire, and his right arm and leg were both broken and battered, and he was covered in his own blood. He ordered everyone off the plane as soon as he could get on his foot and then forced himself off as well once as soon as they were all off. He was in severe pain, but he knew he had to so he dragged himself on his broken leg off the plane and then collapsed on the sand. He doesn't know where they are and he doesn't know how they're gonna get back. But one thing is for sure in his mind. He sure isn't going to get to Ororo's wedding.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: love is on the run;
roleplay sample:
i never thought i'd say "there's gotta be a better way."
when everything around me falls to pieces
when everything around me falls to pieces
Shiloh gave Gramma Rose one last hug before she had to go on the plane. She didn't even want to go, the last thing she wanted to do was leave her grandmother sick for however long they were going. But Gramma Rose insisted, and she didn't want her mad at her. Last guardian she had that was mad at her didn't work out so well, her scars showed. She sighed heavily, then picked up her turquoise suitcase and dragged it off, following her school through all of the plane steps.
Why do I have to do this? She asked mentally, tilting her head so she could look at the top of the plane, turning her iPod on out of habit. Surprise, surprise, the first song that came on was Stars by Switchfoot, in her opinion one of the awesome-ist bands out there. She turned her head again, this time to look out the window beside her. They were already so high up in the air, if it wasn't so weird, it might have been fascinating to the freshman.
She was fast asleep by the time the lightning bolt struck the plane. However, she did wake up when it hit the ground forcefully. Her big blue eyes flew open and she immediately yanked her earphones out of her ears and turned off her iPod. Looking around frantically, she realized that everyone else was panicking and tried to calm her beating heart, but apparently it was not calming. She tugged on her seat belt anxiously, but it was stuck. She whined wordlessly as she yanked as hard as she could. Why wouldn't it come off? Come on, come on! She thought, punching the button with all her might. Finally she sucked in her breath and slid out of the seatbelt. One good thing about being so frigging skinny, she mused, scrambling out of there as fast as possible.
Coughing heavily by now, she was finally out of the plane. Of course, she'd gotten out last because everyone had pushed her to the back because apparently she didn't deserve to live as much as the rest of them. Hm, where'd she hear that from before? It was getting hard to breathe now, she dropped to her knees and put her hand on her throat. God, make it stop! She begged in silent prayer. It was like torchure all over again. Finally she stopped, and breathing heavily, looked up. "Where are we?" She wondered out loud in a whisper.
Squinting at the bright light, she stood up. That was stupid, she thought sarcastically, remembering her sunglasses on top of her head. She pushed them down and looked at the place she'd landed through tinted lenses. Then she looked at herself. She was scratched, but it wasn't too bad except for her swelling pinky finger. She hadn't even noticed the pain until right now, but even now it wasn't bad compared to what she'd gone through before. She wiggled it to make sure it wasn't broken and when she determined it wasn't, she forgot about it. She was a little more preoccupied trying to make sure none of her old scars had reopened without letting anyone see.
Once she was absolutely none of her arm and chest scars were not bleeding, or the scar on her neck, she looked down at her pants. There was no sign of red blood on them, so she sighed in absolute relief. No one would know. She was all right. She looked around in panic to make sure no one had been watching her, but when she realized no one was she exhaled audibly. "Thank you God." She whispered, closing her eyes.
Status: le finished!
Credit: moi
Muse: full!
Word count: 609 with coding
Tag: um, everyone? xD
Song credit: krystal meyers - falls to pieces
Outfit: CLICK
Notes: yay i posteddd!
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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