Post by jacob on Jun 19, 2011 22:50:27 GMT -5
JACOB AARON LEE
FULL NAME: Jacob Aaron Lee
NICK NAME: Jake (he really doesn't respond to much else and tends to exhibit disgust at the more cutesy nicknames he's been given in the past)
AGE: 19
GRADE OR OCCUPATION: sophomore in college; previously a cashier in a local grocery store
ORIENTATION: bisexual
FACE CLAIM: Tanner Howe
EYE COLOR: blue
HAIR COLOR: auburn
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5'9" and 152 lbs.
DESCRIPTION: Jake is of average build, height and weight for his demograph. He's not incredibly muscular, nor is he lean as an athelete might be. He isn't one for incredible bouts of exercise or eating amazingly well and as such, he isn't significantly healthy. Like most people, he has a soft layer of fat around his midsection which isn't to say that he's fat because of it, but rather average. He's still thin, just not very toned considering. Still, since his lovely co-pilot has awakened, he's been much more active and has dropped a few pounds. It comes with all of the excess energy he's been burning--running around like a child will do that to a person.
He tends to get the most compliments on his eyes, which are a pale blue that border between gray and the color of the sky in the early morning. His hair likewise can garner attention due to it's peculiar shade of natural auburn; not quite brown or red, really, but something right in between. His complexion is a complimentary pale shade dotted with freckles from exposure to the sun, and all of his features are soft. Jake is physically a very non-threatening guy, despite his often mischievous smile and the telltale twinkle in his gaze that can be a very clear warning of what's to come.
Everything about Jake's appearance is straight forward. He's often clean cut--not the biggest fan of five o'clock shadow, actually, as it grows in thick and noticably ginger--and keeps his hair in a very modern style, with longer pieces towards the front than in the back. He prefers casual wear like tees and jeans, but has been known to don a bit quirkier attire that include random splashes of color, and generally it makes him look very sane and very normal, or at least as normal as most other college guys. Of course, when Peter has a hand in his outfits, Jake tends to get a bit louder. After all, nothing spells boring, stuffy adult like a tan blazer and black slacks. Gross.
PERSONALITY: Jake is a very typical male of his age, one with a slight, as it's said, Peter Pan Complex. He's the boy who likes to start water balloon fights when a crowd forms, or who challenges friends to various competitions with no meaning. He'll be the first to humiliate himself for the sake of what's "fun and exciting" and enjoys adventuring in the form of exploration. He's curious about everything and is the sort to ask questions until he wears a topic thin, yet at the same time, when boredom strikes, he's quick to change the subject. Without a doubt, his spirit should have never been a surprise to anyone.
There are key differences between he and Peter. Most notably is Jake's capacity to care for his fellow man (and woman), which Peter often doesn't display unless it suits his own needs. Jake feels incredible guilt if he thinks that someone may be upset with him and is generous to a fault. Likewise, he does his best to be an ear for those who seek him out, although he isn't always the best at empathy, and while he isn't the most observant, he isn't nearly as oblivious as a ten year old boy. Jake knows when to stop and tries not to push too many boundaries out of worry that people might decide that he isn't worth their time; it's really just a weakness of his, that fear of abandonment. Jake will do stupid things to keep people close.
As a social and significantly outgoing individual, Jake can befriend anyone who's willing to give him the time of day, or rather, he'll try. He is capable of talking a mile a minute about nothing at all and takes pleasure in entertaining others. It's this ability (and his vast imagination) that's given him the gift of story-telling and what brought him into writing in the first place. Jake's quirky sense of humor--a mix of immaturity and sarcasm--can have mixed reactions, but he's never been one to not give it a shot. He's determined, self-assured and also walking the fine line of arrogance. Forunately for him, he can turn his own ridiculousness right off if he thinks he's in danger of any negative backlash (Peter, however, has no sense of self-preservation and is courageous to the point of being suicidal, which can and has gotten Jake into a problem or FIVE.)
Never one for cynicism, he tries to keep his outlook in a safe area between realism and optimism, which don't always go hand-in-hand peacefully. Needless to say, when things start to head south, he never really takes it well; actually, Jake can be an escapist. He fights his battles, sure, and doesn't back down, but if he's left to stew it over, he's the type to become disheartened and lose a lot of hope in an incredibly short period of time. Oppositely, he can get right back out of a slump with a little bit of encouragement; the issue is that he doesn't know how to ask for assistance, so if no one is around to help him, this can be a longer process than required.
On the whole, Jake is pleasant to be around and can be a lot of fun. He's loyal, if strange, but he certainly means well. Sometimes, though, his mind escapes him and in these moments when his imagination runs away from him, he can seem even weirder. What sort of nineteen year old chases his own shadow? So long as those around him can overlook that trait--as well as a few of his more obnoxious habits, like gloating and borrowing things without asking and, the ever popular, know-it-all attitude he sadly has--he can make a decent friend. If nothing else, he's a one man game of pretend and well, what's not to love about that?
HOMETOWN: Barnstable, Massachusetts
FAMILY MEMBERS: Brooke Marie Lee, mother (the Queen); Timothy Harold Lee, father (The Captain); Adam Samuel Lee, younger brother (The Replacement)
HISTORY: Growing up as an only child was a duel-edged sword for Jacob Lee. On one hand, he received all of the attention and got whatever he so desired without consequence, yet at the same time, he didn't have a live in playmate or anyone to protect and teach. It was quite lonely some days. Because of this, n a cool September morning at the age of five, Jake approached his parents with a prepared speech as to why they should give him a sibling.
It would be two more years before they would go through with his request, and by that time he'd decided that it was much too late. How dare they have a baby now? What was he going to do with it? It couldn't play ball or go to the shore with him; it was useless and it never stopped crying! Why did his parents give it so much attention? When HE cried, he was ignored! Not soon after, he'd decided that his parents no longer loved him, infatuated instead with this loud, fat THING, and he promptly ran away. (He would later find this to be incredibly coincidental.) Jake was gone all of an hour, barely even gaining a reaction from his parents, but he'd certainly felt like he was gone for quite some time. The lack of worry from his parents would do nothing but further convince him that they didn't really care at all.
He continued to believe this until he was roughly fifteen, although his good little brother never did figure it out.
At fourteen a peculiar incident involving a school in Maine shifted his life around. He was suspected of having the spirit of a Disney character living inside of him. (What?) Magic and a school far away but it wasn't Hogwarts? What a rip! After much disarray, he ended up in Memory for high school (and has yet to leave).
His Disney spirit waited until the August between high school and college to awaken, as the teachers at the academy had said. Jake had been relatively prepared for it, and while he didn't know what to expect in its entirety, he absolutely was surprised by the method. Rather than speaking to him or giving him an inkling as so many others had told him about, his spirit had decided to play a prank. He'd been sitting casually in his living room when, without any warning, his shadow began to move. By itself. It got up and left, just like that, but not without making some taunting little gestures to insist that he pursue. And well, "chasing shadows" never really meant the same thing after that.
Peter Pan. He played host to Peter Pan who, he'd soon found out, had been shaken out of his slumber by Jake's age. Adulthood. Peter just couldn't allow for Jake to grow up! Adults, he'd said, were terrible, awful people who were out only to ruin everything. And thus it began; the new voice in his head liked to share his own opinions, badger Jake into doing things he would have never done, and most importantly, Peter began his quest to reverse the aging process. Jake would never be allowed to be an adult. Never.
His first job would also be his only job until present. It seemed that because of the association between work and being a grown up, Peter took it upon himself to sabotage Jake's mediocre occupation by breaking just about everything he laid his hands on. He'd been a simple cashier at a local grocery store where the majority of his time was spent trying doing idiotically stupid tasks. None of it was complicated and while the pay was only minimum wage, the money had been nice while it lasted. Peter, of course, never did see an issue with what he did; he actually succeeded in giving Jake a bit of an anxiety about applying for a new position because he was fairly sure that this would happen again. (Blast you, Peter Pan!)
Currently, Jake is in college trying to get a degree so that he can move on to the next chapter of his life. And in this next chapter? He'd like to write fictional novels about pirates and battles and other things that would please him; that's really all he wants. He can only hope that Peter will allow him that much. Please, Peter.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Peter Pan
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: As Peter Pan, one might first think that Jake would be blessed with the gift of flight. This is simply untrue. He can, however, make you believe that he can fly. Actually, he can make a person believe quite a lot of impossible things just so long as their minds are opened to the possibilities. If, say, he were to host a game of The Floor Is Lava, just as an example, whomever he was playing with would need only to follow suit--truly and completely create the scene in their own minds--and suddenly, the air would become thick and dry while the room would fall unbareably hot. Peter Pan is, after all, the embodiment of a child's vast imagination.
Believe in anything hard enough and it's bound to become reality.
DESCRIPTION: Peter Pan is nothing if not unbundantly creative. He seems to take a distinct thrill out of Jake's less-than-positive response to his imaginings; often he'll demand that his host play a game and if this goes unheard, he simply takes matters into his own hands. Peter has been known to cause vivid hallucinations that push Jake on the edge of sanity for the sake of his own entertainment--naturally this is because he believes that Jake is becoming a good for nothing adult, and there's really no fun in being mature, especially when it's his own host. Adults, you see, make him sick. He absolutely hates them.
Aside from driving Jake to the brink of lunacy, Peter plays a pivitol role in his life against his adversary, Captain Hook, who happens to be residing inside of Jake's best friend. Peter thrives on causing mayhem for his enemy and often creates "accidental" mishaps in which Jake hurts, humiliates, or otherwise demeans Christian. It's this that causes stress in his otherwise managable life, as it's incredibly hard to swallow a personality as loud and sure-footed as Peter Pan's. Frankly, there are times in which Jake feels utterly helpless against his animated spirit and he has, although not purposefully, fallen victim to being "booted" out of his own body. ("Let me take care of this," Peter would say arrogantly.) It's quite horrific, really; Peter, as a Trickster, often uses those imaginings to become "captain" by rendering Jake so confused that he can no longer detect reality from fantasy.
On the whole, they do coexist peacefully. Peter offers fairly sound advice, if childish in logic, and has an uncanny ability to detect danger before it arrives. That, and he offers his own personal grace to be used at Jake's disposal (so long as he promises not to be such a tiresome adult). It's when they disagree that their relationship can potentially go awry, should Peter be in an unforgiving mood. At times he simply pouts or gives Jake the silent treatment, but some days are worse than others. Fortunately, Peter never holds a grudge; he hasn't quite the attention span for one.
YOUR NAME: Lock
YOUR AGE: 21
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: 10 years
YOUR SAMPLE:
The clock had slowed to a complete stop; it must've because Axel was positive that he had been waiting for at least a half hour. Of course, as he glared at the beast hanging above him, fingers tap tap tapping out of beat, he was forced to observe the second hand's assured ticking--which neither froze nor faltered in any way--and deduce that he was simply an impatient fuck. He was just going to have to deal with the fact that it had been all of five minutes now and Roxas still had another five before he was due. Really, it figured that Axel had chosen to be early when he frequently displayed the self-control of a small child (a gargantuan range of zero to none). Fortunately, it seemed that Heaven had smiled down upon him that day--or perhaps merely took pity--because distantly he heard an unmistakable sound of someone's oversized duck feet slapping over in his direction. An ethereal chorus rang out while his gaze shifted in hopes of catching the first glimpse of his angel.
When Roxas rounded the corner, the music from on high promptly cut off and was replaced by a laugh track. There was his little blond brat sporting a colorful afro, red nose and stage blood all over his hideous costume. He clutched his rubber knife like a lifeline and there was something absolutely hilarious about seeing him in shoes similar to the pair his youngest brother often wore. Amusement glittered in Axel's eyes (and mouth and face) as he looked the prince over. Then, with a low whistle, he winked at him and chuckled over his attitude. "Aw, don't be like that, Roxie. With a costume like that, this party's sure to be a riot!"
There was a moment that followed which was filled with sudden tension. Between them a fire ignited, one that Axel completely felt, that held Roxas at the source. He was staring at him, scrutinizing him, and Axel would have had to have been blind not to see the lust he was trying to conceal. Axel supposed that he looked damn good right now which was truly a win for him; it was only unfortunate that he couldn't say the same for Roxas, who looked terrifying(ly campy). His bright blue eyes took in every inch of his exposed body and Axel found himself fighting not to pose. Roxas did them both a favor, however, and spoke instead, words which seemed more forced than anything but were no less welcomed. Axel was left only to laugh at the faux snark. "And you look like the cover of a shitty album that this 'teenager' might make." Well, that was the truth, at least. "You're just pissed off because I'm a hot piece of ass. It's okay, I understand, but paws off, Bozo; we're keeping this strictly professional."
Nothing further was said from Axel before he turned to leave, assuming that the prince would follow him down the stairs towards the wonderful party that they were both to attend. Unsurprisingly, Axel was actually not put off by the idea of a gathering, even if it ended up being very childish in setting, because as it was, Axel really hadn't spoken much to anyone outside of Roxas and his companions--Ven, Terra and Aqua being the most prevalent with occasional visits from Hayner, Pence and Olette, children of noblemen and the closest thing to normal friends Roxas even had. The rest of the family was mostly a mystery regardless of how often he saw them, and even the other royal guards weren't friendly with him so really Axel was looking to this as an opportunity to mingle a bit with people he should probably know. Habits, speech patterns and how often they frequented key locations was really need to know information; Axel tried not to tell himself that he was really just a bit socially deprived.
Beyond the main hallway was where this event was to take place and given the way that these people lived, he was positive that guests would already be filtering in. He wasn't quite sure of what was going to actually happen, but he did know that he could make the best of anything and that if he couldn't, well, he always had Roxas for entertainment. (And what a bundle of fun and joy that boy was, too!) With the way his prince had been ogling him, it was certain to be a great evening of awkward moments and tripping over himself trying not to get caught doing something he really shouldn't. The very last thing he needed at this point was for Prince Vanitas to look in their direction for more than a minute; fuck, when did his life become this? Sucking face with a teenage boy who was a prince and son to the very king that he was sent to assassinate? Axel was digging himself a deep grave and he knew it, but now it was only a matter of losing track of his lie. He wouldn't, though; Axel was a very talented liar.
He couldn't risk anything.
When Roxas rounded the corner, the music from on high promptly cut off and was replaced by a laugh track. There was his little blond brat sporting a colorful afro, red nose and stage blood all over his hideous costume. He clutched his rubber knife like a lifeline and there was something absolutely hilarious about seeing him in shoes similar to the pair his youngest brother often wore. Amusement glittered in Axel's eyes (and mouth and face) as he looked the prince over. Then, with a low whistle, he winked at him and chuckled over his attitude. "Aw, don't be like that, Roxie. With a costume like that, this party's sure to be a riot!"
There was a moment that followed which was filled with sudden tension. Between them a fire ignited, one that Axel completely felt, that held Roxas at the source. He was staring at him, scrutinizing him, and Axel would have had to have been blind not to see the lust he was trying to conceal. Axel supposed that he looked damn good right now which was truly a win for him; it was only unfortunate that he couldn't say the same for Roxas, who looked terrifying(ly campy). His bright blue eyes took in every inch of his exposed body and Axel found himself fighting not to pose. Roxas did them both a favor, however, and spoke instead, words which seemed more forced than anything but were no less welcomed. Axel was left only to laugh at the faux snark. "And you look like the cover of a shitty album that this 'teenager' might make." Well, that was the truth, at least. "You're just pissed off because I'm a hot piece of ass. It's okay, I understand, but paws off, Bozo; we're keeping this strictly professional."
Nothing further was said from Axel before he turned to leave, assuming that the prince would follow him down the stairs towards the wonderful party that they were both to attend. Unsurprisingly, Axel was actually not put off by the idea of a gathering, even if it ended up being very childish in setting, because as it was, Axel really hadn't spoken much to anyone outside of Roxas and his companions--Ven, Terra and Aqua being the most prevalent with occasional visits from Hayner, Pence and Olette, children of noblemen and the closest thing to normal friends Roxas even had. The rest of the family was mostly a mystery regardless of how often he saw them, and even the other royal guards weren't friendly with him so really Axel was looking to this as an opportunity to mingle a bit with people he should probably know. Habits, speech patterns and how often they frequented key locations was really need to know information; Axel tried not to tell himself that he was really just a bit socially deprived.
Beyond the main hallway was where this event was to take place and given the way that these people lived, he was positive that guests would already be filtering in. He wasn't quite sure of what was going to actually happen, but he did know that he could make the best of anything and that if he couldn't, well, he always had Roxas for entertainment. (And what a bundle of fun and joy that boy was, too!) With the way his prince had been ogling him, it was certain to be a great evening of awkward moments and tripping over himself trying not to get caught doing something he really shouldn't. The very last thing he needed at this point was for Prince Vanitas to look in their direction for more than a minute; fuck, when did his life become this? Sucking face with a teenage boy who was a prince and son to the very king that he was sent to assassinate? Axel was digging himself a deep grave and he knew it, but now it was only a matter of losing track of his lie. He wouldn't, though; Axel was a very talented liar.
He couldn't risk anything.
