Post by Jason Love,, on Sept 20, 2009 4:07:30 GMT -5
i get all numb
--------------& it's Jason dakota Love to you.
----------------------------- ( "Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane" )
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gender; male
age; twenty five
orientation; Straightwhen she sings it's over
build; lean and athletic
height; 5'10
weight; 120 lbs
hair; dark brown
eye; hazel-gray
overall; Jason is very lean and somewhat scrawny for a guy his age and size. Having only the slimmed down muscles and slightly broad shoulders and chest, it is clear that brawn is not his style. But don't get me wrong, he isn't one to riffle with. Being short on the brawny muscles, he make up for it in agility. He is balanced on his feet and sturdy as ever, being fast enough to jump a fence in seconds, but sure footed enough for it to be difficult to knock him off his feet.
His face is handsomely carved, having high cheek bones and a childish air about it that would rather be considered cute by most. Irish, Scottish, and Finnish blood are the most profound in him, showing in his looks and tone. His hair has a mind of it's own, always looking bed ragged and wild even when brushed. It is soft to the touch, a dark brown color that is lighter on the back of his neck and on the bangs. He only shaves when he has to, keeping a light 3'o'clock every now and then. His eyes, a light hazel, have been known to have gray etched along their iris, giving them a lighting shine and humor that never looses its touch, even when he is steaming angry.
A few scars are noticeable on him. One very clear scar laces down his jawline to the side of his throat. Another shows across his left wrist. Several cut all along his arms and legs, showing his fights as a child and the wounds he obtained from exploring. His wardrobe is very, unusually. Caring not that the world has gone to hell and that the virus had chewed up and swallowed most of everyone, he still dresses quite nicely. From tee-shirts and jeans to suit-jackets and ties, he dresses on his moods. But one article, a lucky rabbit's tail tied with a bead of stone on a leather cord, always hangs around his neck and is never removed.such a strange numb
personality; Oh what a strange boy Jason is. Being an individual at heart, he has always walked far from the path of others. Talking to himself, writing on his arms, and singing to the birds has always set him away from others. Even before the virus hit he was like this. Quiet, sweet, and soft spoken are always the first impression with him. But dig a little bit deeper, and everything about him opens up so quickly its hard to imagine it being contained in one person. Being BPD, his emotions are not controlled and he is often switching so fast that it is even hard for him to keep up. His temper is quick and always comes unexpectedly. It is hard to tell with him what to say without making him snap. Even simple things will set him off the edge. But in his right mind, which isn't very right at all, he can be a total sweetheart that is a bit obsessive and protective.
strengths;
• Agile, cat-like when it comes to walking and balancing
• Knives
• Protective
• Knows how to fight without using weapons or brawnweaknesses;
• BPD; rapid mood swings, quick temper, unpredictable
• Auto masochist
• Obsessive
• Little physical brawnlikes;
• Birds
• Poetry and writing
• The cold
• Silencedislikes;
• Loud
• Heat
• People who try to help
• People who don't understand him
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inventory;
- A kukri sheathed on his thigh
- A switchblade in his right shoe
- A book of matches, hardly used (doesn't like heat)
- Pens x2
- Boda bag (water skin)
- Small medical kit
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and it brings my knees to the earth
family;[/size]father; dead
mother; dead
siblings; n/a
spouse; n/a
children; n/a
other;
birth place; Liverpool, UK
history;
Raised an only child in a transitional household, Jason was always the outsider at school, and at home. His parents both worked and were always moving around. His father being a traveler and photographer, he would be gone for weeks at a time, only to return with gifts from various places of the world. His mother worked at a top business, transferring whenever a new job site was up. Jason was used to the constant change of schools, he was always an outsider anyways. He was a very bright student in school, taking up literature and gym as his best.
But problems always followed Jason, whether because of his slim masculine build or his way of seeing the world. He was bullied and beat up by other students, but soon learned to stand on his own without using brawn. He was quick and lethal, taking up defensive classes that his father payed for by the age of 13. He was even able to take down guys twice his size.
It was only at the age of 16 that the BPD symptoms started to show. He stopped paying attention in school, talking to himself or watching the birds outside of the window. He became obsessive over small things, like his necklace or writing. Mood swings erupted violently, and fights were common with him.
His grades plummeted and he flunked out of school. He isolated himself from his parents and others. He was alone and by himself when the virus struck. It took out his parents quickly, but managed to avoid him. He was 19 then, watching as the world collapsed around him. But he made no notice of it, taking it only as another change in his life as he escaped his home town of Liverpool and found his way to leeds, where life was seeming to exist faintly.
He even quite enjoyed the change. People were diminished, and the world was quiet. But he still had the birds to sing and talk to as he grew to twenty five. He had gained his weapons from gifts from his long dead father, his necklace given to him as a child from his mother. He wanders about in the wastes of the city, finding food and water to survive on and living a peaceful, quiet life. A life that fit him perfectly.and god bless you all
alias; wolf
age; 14
experience; somewhere around 3 years
sample; The light of the faint sun trickled over the abandoned buildings, the virus had long ago claimed their residents. But in the sky, the birds still sang, unaware of the human's disappearance. Jason was walking casually down the road, smiled pleasantly up at the birds, not even noticing the skeletons that rested in the buildings. He was in a deserted part of town, where the wind blew through the buildings and all the sound that could be heard was his own foot steps and the bird's songs.
He whistled softly, following a blue birds tune as it swept high into the air, lighting its blue wings and twirling like a dancer. "Fly little bird, fly high as you are the only one that can flee the world that humans have so desperately destroyed." Jason sang as he paused to watch the creature fly away from view. He toyed with the horn handle of the large blade that rested against his thigh, rocking on his heels before pulling back the sleeve of his jacket. He pulled a ballpoint pen from his pocket, scribbling quickly the lyrics to a poem that he would save for later, save for the night birds.
He spun in a circle slowly, watching the sky before setting the pen back in his pocket. He then started down a different direction, crossing over into the shade of a tall building. His hazel eyes only glanced at the body of a fresh dead before he walked faster away. The virus was still out there, but for some reason it avoided Jason completely. Like his mind was too twirled and twisted for it to die. But Jason still pulled his shirt collar over his nose, taking precautions to keep away from the virus. Being alone was a pleasure he wanted to keep, and he knew that afterlife would only be filled with the souls of the dead. Then he would never be alone.
for the song you sang, saved us
