SKIPP, jordan jacob

[jordan jacob skipp]

i get all numb

--------------& it's jordan jacob skipp to you.
----------------------------- ( its all or nothing )

gender; male
age; 20
orientation; heterosexual

when she sings it's over

build; very muscular, tall, lean, great body
height; 5’11”
weight; 155
hair; brown
eye; brownish hazel
overall; Jacob Skipp has dark, shaggy, brown hair that hangs down his face to his ears. His eyes are a mix of brown and hazel that is really enchanting. He has soft lips and very defined features of the face. Hieght isn’t something he lack’s, he’s a pretty tall guy and he weighs 155 lbs of almost all muscle. He has a 8 pack and long legs. He generally has a darker look to him, thoughtful and considering most of the time. People however take one look and think him more of an evil character, but usually he is just deep in thought. Jacob’s usual clothing consists of a pair of black cargo jean type fabric that stays firm and fitted on his waste but appears slightly baggy. It has several pockets on it. He wears with it a black shirt that hugs his body for the most part and a close to biker jacket over it.

such a strange numb

personality; Jacob is a mysterious character, at least this is what he tries to come off as. It’s often hard for people to understand him mainly because of his background and because he doesn’t let them understand him. He isn’t a very social person, mainly because he was never put into the social world. His childhood at a young age was easier for him than when his father’s drinking. It messed him up. He drinks occasionally when given the opportunity but not often and never excessively. He knows when to stop. He doesn’t really much care for anyone who thinks they know him or tries to understand him. When talking to him, you get the impression he would rather be left alone, but underneath the hard exterior he doesn’t want to be alone. For him social gathering’s are intimidating, he appears irritated and unsocial, but he generally fears being around a lot of people because he doesn’t know how to handle the situation. He doesn’t regret much, he thinks before he acts, and generally tries to make the right decision. When his blood is pumping he tends to be irrational and less like the calm thoughtful person he really is.

strengths; • fighting without weapons • willing to risk his life to save friends • has good aim with guns • hiding emotions

weaknesses; • unable to talk with people easily • very sarcastic • tends to jump to conclusions • way to protective

likes; • watching animals • people who have courage • music • family

dislikes; • people who think they know everything • being alone (hed never admit it) • annoying people • spiders

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inventory;
WEAPONS
- Weapon: 22’ Pistol
- Sub-Weapon: Small pocket switchblade/knife
INVENTORY
- Small first aid kit
- Large water bottle/container
- Screwdriver
- Ammo for 22
- Rope[/blockquote]

and it brings my knees to the earth

family;

father; matt skipp (deceased)
mother; sarah skipp (deceased)
siblings; sister (unknown)
spouse; n/a
children; n/a
other; grandmother (deceased)

birth place; denver, colorado
history; Jordan Jacob Skipp was born in Denver, Colorado 20 year’s ago on June 14th. Not too long after him his parent’s had another child. One might say well hey he wasn’t an only child. Other than him knowing he had a sibling he knew nothing of this child, as it was sent off to some unknown place and he’s not heard anything about the location. Jordan was his parent’s golden child during his younger year’s. He did what he was told, when he was told, how he was supposed to do it, and all the other smaller details. At age 13 was when he first discovered the younger sibling’s existence. In a box of photo’s he wasn’t supposed to look through he found a picture of him as a young child sitting beside another young child.

He didn’t exactly understand what this was, so he took the photo to his parent’s and asked them about it. They, however, responding by yelling, screaming, and eventually beating him for disobeying. He had never experienced this rather vicious side of his parents and now having had experienced it, he started to change. Later he asked his grandmother about the child, she gave him the truth. She told him they had sent the child away because it was not a boy. He was surprised and slightly sad. He had never met his younger sister, he didn’t understand. The behavior of his parents worsened when his father started drinking after having been fired. Money was tight and the stress levels in the house were at an all time high.

Mark’s drinking would send him into a spiral wave of anger and he would take it out on Jordan. Jordan’s personality and who he was also began to change. He began to rebel, he stayed out of the house most of the time and took refuge at the gym where he continuously worked out in hopes of being able to protect himself. When the infection finally hit, it wiped out his parents and his grandmother. He did go through a minor depression, but his anger and deep seated hatred at his parents kept him grounded and thinking logically. He knew better than to dwell on what had happened. He moved down with everyone else, but he was one of the few that came back. His intentions were split between coming back for survivors and coming back to be alone.

and god bless you all

alias; kerplunk
age; 15
experience; 3-4 years
sample;

The past is what haunts many, sending them running, blood coursing through their thick veins filling their head with empty fears and broken promises. In reality the past should not send someone running, it should be a lesson. If one was to have their heart broken, that one should learn from this and instead of fearing love, not give it, don’t trust. Another might counter with that being a brutal choice, a cold way to deal with things, but in all honesty it was just another way to protect themselves. This of course all ran through Whistle’s lonely head as she walked. Her feet sinking into the cool white listless sand. Sand was such a neat spectacle of life, it was so soft and one grain wasn’t heavy, when you put thousands of grain’s of sands they were stronger. Seemingly endless was this sand though, traveling for miles to the minds eye and not giving any lee way to feel happier or relieved. It seemed that this was where many could lose their mind, even now she could feel her sanity gripping at the edges of her mind and pulling. The pull was threatening to tear away and leave her raw and bare. Taking away her minds defensive powers and leaving it naked to fend for itself against the rabid mental wolves that would attack and leave her cringing in mental terror and pain. Taking away any hope of a savior or any feeling that might give her even the slightest smidgen of hope.
The pull of insanity caused by the sheer mass and endless sight of snow white sand didn’t cease to exist until finally she realized there was an ocean not but a few hundred feet in front of her. One who’s depth was as deep as the sand and as far as the moon. She could see nothing but the beautiful, yet dangerous, ocean. The waters raging against the tide, pulling and pushing with each new perilous wave. Like a pack of ravenous lion’s fighting for the biggest leg on the gazelle, the sweet, innocent gazelle. In this case Whistle was the sweet innocent gazelle. The ocean was singing to her, the crashing waves was a soothing sensation that played music to her ears, calling her, beckoning her to come join them in there game of toss. She had to endure the calls, as did Odysseus when faced with the sweet song of the Sirens as he was tied to the mast in order to make it across the deep blue sea. That was not her story though, hers was not one of triumph over loves greatest challenges. Hers was now. The endless battle against the grip on her sanity. The blue mass of water twisted and turned in anger, stewing as she stood her ground, not accepting its dangerous call. She refused to approach what could possibly be the end to the battle against insanity. She knew better. Finally she pulled her eyes away from the beautiful sight, forcing herself to focus on something other than the view of the ocean that was like water on a starving plant. She needed to get out of here, the silence was unbearable, stormy and unforgiving to her.

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for the song you sang, saved us

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