Post by jett zaboravljen,, on Jul 2, 2009 14:24:59 GMT
JETT ZABORAVLJEN !
BASiCS !
full name; jett zaboravljen.
nicknames; j-man. jettison. jetty. mysterious dude. weird last name guy.
gender; he is of the male species, i hope.
age; nineteen.
birthday; unknown.
birthplace; unknown.
sexuality; heterosexual.
grade; junior.
sport; motorcross.
APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; billie joe armstrong.
let me explain;How do we describe Jett? Well, I guess we should start off with his hair and work our way down. Right; hair. Well as far as Jett is concerned his hair is one of three things that he believes are his best body attributes and he is might proud of his hair; bordering on obssesive compulsive. As you can see, he is constantly striving to keep his hair perfect and messy; yes, he will never go anywhere without his hair being messy. Jett's hair has a certain thickness about it which can only be seen when he's having one of his 'wild days', in which case he'll spike his hair up so that it sits up straight on the top of his head. On most other days it will be down, straight and covering one of his eyes. Oh, and Jett's hair is a shiny black color, sometimes he has it brown but that will only be when can't be bothered to go out and buy another hair dye. Did I mention that he likes to keep it messy? I did? Okay, let us now move onto the color and shape of his eyes - color equals; dazzling green. Shape equals; almond / oval - simple really. Facial features? Well Jett, again, takes pride in making sure that his face stays spot free and clean. Ah, so now you're itching to know what his second best attribute is, well now, it is his teeth. When Jett opens his mouth you may need a pair of sunglasses because he has two rows of perfectly straight, extraordinarily white teeth. And his ever-so-famous; permanent scowl.
And as for his third best attribute? It would be his body. You see, although Jett doesn't really seem to take care of himself properly - what with all the drugs and alcohol he does make sure that he doesn't gain weight or go out of shape. Jett stands at a monster height of six feet and one inch, which is only monster to those that are under, or equal to; five feet and five inches. Even though he doesn't weigh much - one hundred and nineteen pounds, which is definitely underweight for his height and age - he is actually a rather muscular and well defined young man, if he was to lift his shirt up you would definitely be able to see his ribs because of the fact that he doesn't eat. And the only reason as to why he has those muscles and that physique would be because he has been training hard with the FBI, otherwise he'd probably be all flabby and limp.
Jetthas various tattoo's all over his body, both his arms have sleeve's of tattoo's and he also has on at the top of his chest and one down by his waistline. Unfortunately he also has many scars from his past. Jett dresses 'emo' or 'punk' and sometimes 'skate' he doens't really give a toss about what he wears as long as it's clean and doesn't clash with his sunglasses. Normally he can be seen wearing tight jeans, battered converse and tight shirts, along with random colored hoodies and big sunglasses. Never will you see him in shorts.
CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves;
[+] drugs, drugs, drugs.
[+] emily grant.
[+] alcohol, alcohol, alcohol.
[+] drawing.
[+] vimto.
[+] ice cream.
[+] diet coke, drunk through a straw.
[+] big sunglasses.
[+] being alone.
[+] stars.
[+] nighttime.
[+] clouds.
[+] strawberry mousse.
[+] ribena.
[+] rich tea biscuits.
[+] plastic cutlery.
[+] psychology.
[+] did we mention emily grant?
hates;
[-] getting out of bed on a sunday.
[-] being disturbed when he's reading.
[-] people finding the steriods that he's hidden from them.
[-] people telling him what to do and how to do it.
[-] flat coke.
[-] when his car won't start...or stop.
[-] populars and wannabes.
[-] being classed as a nerd because of the amount of reading he does.
[-] being high all the time.
[-] people who think they're better than everyone else.
[-] people who think they know everything.
[-] idiots on the freeway.
strengths;
[&] fighting skills.
[&] intelligence.
[&] never gives up.
[&] hides emotions well.
[&] analysing people and their emotions.
[&] messing with people's minds.
[&] reuben.
weaknesses;
[v] emily.
[v] alcohol.
[v] biscuits.
[v] unable to 'promote' his emotions.
[v] reuben.
fears;
>.< Spatulas.
>.< his father coming back to get him.
>.< hospitals.
>.< being afraid of his father.
>.< fear itself.
goals;
¬ finish university in one piece.
¬ stop abusing his body [drugs and alcohol].
¬ to avenge the death of his mother.
¬ to, hopefully, become a professional motorcrosser once he has finished university.
¬ quit his bad habits.
interesting facts; " has a black belt, 2nd dan, in karate.
" knows more than 6 different languages.
secrets;
# likes the jules crew.
# is in love with someone, maybe...
quirks;
// smokes when agitated.
// taps fingers on any surface for what ever reason.
// wears sunglasses inside.
\\ is always eating an apple.
\\ chews the end of his pen/pencil.
personality;''My name is Jett, I'm nineteen years old and I'm analcoholic drug addictidiot.''
To be stereotypical, all those that are thrown into the Burnout Cliques within any high school, college, University, or Sporting Academy, are either drug addicts, alcoholics or even a mixture of both. These are the people that are always seen at the back of the scene, red eyes and pale skin. the ones that you will always see with a cigarette in their mouths, a bottle of vodka hidden under their jacket...well, Jett Zaboravljen is no different. He's a smoker, an alcoholic and he abuses the use of drugs (sometimes). When he does? ... he gets violent. Yes sir, he is an extremely violent guy always getting into fights and picking on people that he doesn't like, or people that are bullying other people [how caring]. Although he's never hit a girl before and he knows that he never will hurt a girl because if he does then he thinks that his father would come find him and make him pay for what he did, and we wouldn't want that now, would we?
"I have a bottle, and inside it I keep my emotions."
Although he doesn't show it, but deep down inside, Jett really does have feelings for people - he cares about those that are close to him. He tries to hide these feelings to keep up with his 'bad-boy' image as he doesn't want his friends to think of him as a wimp, even though he sometimes does lock himself up in his dorm and will actually cry to himself, asking himself why he was cursed with this life and what he did to deserve it. Moreover, Jett doesn't like to see anyone of his friends [or girls, doesn't matter what clique they're in] get hurt, or beaten up by another person, and even though he does try his best to hide his emotions he can't help but let the raging beast inside of him out when he sees such a thing. See? He really does care. Also, Jett is pretty mysterious when you come to think about it. He tends to keep things bottled up inside of him and won't let them out, unless something happened/is happening, in which case the raging beast inside of him will come undone and Jett will release it's rage unto any poor, unsuspecting person.
"Well, doesn't everyone have dark secrets?"
People like Jett probably do have dark secrets that they like to keep locked away in their closets. Skeletons, if you will. And for this particular boy nothing is different. He holds some of the most darkest secrets that have ever been known to man-kind. You see, Jett didn't exactly have the perfect like, not with what his father did to his mother and also not with the fact that he was always beaten up and looked down upon by his father and his new woman. He's not very proud of his past and so he keeps all those skeletons locked up in a huge ol' closet. The only time that he will pull out one of these is when there's trouble in 'paradise', oh yes, Perth too Jett is paradise compared to his life back home, and he finds it completely necessary to scare someone with his skeletons just so that they would leave him alone.
''Whoever calls me a sweetheart will be punched in the face. *helps an elderly lady across the street.* DAMNIT!"
Hey now, violence never solved anything. Jett certainly doesn't seem like the type - but he does hold certain pride in the way he 'operates.' Never in front of his friends will he make an act of generousity or kindness, but will do so when he is on his own. Whether it be picking up something that someone dropped and handing it back to them, to helping an elderly lady across a busy street, he will do it. BUT, only if he's alone. He doesn't really like it when his friends are around and make fun of him. It annoys him.
BiOGRAPHY !
mother; Ammie Dakota; 34; drug addict; deceased.
father; Eric Dakota; 34; drug and alcohol addict; deceased.
siblings; n/a
pets; none, unless we can count frederick :]
other family n/a
significant figures; RUEBEN MARKSON !
Elliot - imaginary friend.
history;Jett Zaboravljen was born one stormy night at around three o-clock in the morning to a drug adled mother and father. Not the picture perfect parents that any one would think. Their names were Ammie and Eric Dakota and for the past five years they had been in trouble with the law, and by the sound of it - Jett was going to end up being a troublesome child. Ammie kept a dark secret behind everyone's back, you see Eric; although he looked rather scrawny and small; was abusive. He beat Ammie on a regular basis and had threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone that he did so, and now that they had a child things were going to be a whole lot worse than usual. However; because of the fact that Ammie was high on drugs at the time of Jett's birth, there was a minor complication - he was rushed off to the special care unit. Jett Zaboravljen was born weighing a measley three pounds and one ounce. That would be potentially problematic because there was a high chance that he could have primordial dwarfism and Eric was having none of that. He demanded that something be done about his newborn son, he wanted Jett to be a healthy baby and normal sized or he was going to leave Ammie and never come back. The doctors and nurses weren't surprised by his behaviour - they'd seen it all before. They did all that they could. Thankfully Jett was going to be fine and grow normally.
Eventually Jett got better and it wasn't too long before he was allowed home. Ammie had promised herself that she would quit drugs, for Jett's sake, and actually managed to go a whole month with touching a single drug. Eric; on the fourth week, actually shoved some heroin in Ammie's arm, this triggered a panic attack in her - it was so bad that she ended up throwing up. Ammie was back on heroin the next day. No-one cared about little Jett; that he needed food; that he needed his soiled diapers to be changed; that he needed clothes to wear. No-one cared. Eric also made a point of throwing Jett's soiled diapers at Ammie, he'd often shout at her that he needed to be fed and that she should pick up her act and look after her son properly - then he'd go back to snorting cocaine. It was anyone's guess as to how Jett made it to his first birthday, although looking back; he wished that he had been left to die rather than have lived this pityful life. When Jett was one years old, things changed drastically - his father started beating down on poor little Jett and pretty soon, Jett was up and down the hospital with bumps and bruise, Ammie had been told to say that Jett was a lively child, trying to walk on his own and bumping into things - the truth was that Eric was the one year old as a human punching bag whenever he was angry with anyone or anything.
When Jett turned two years old a new family moved into the house next to his, they had a two year old son called Rueben. Jett only found out about this by chance. Eric had taken one of the dining room chairs apart and had used one of the legs to beat Jett with - he had beaten him until the two year old started bleeding and he, himself, had passed out from exhaustion. Two year old Jett then ran out of the house with nothing on, bar a fresh diaper and a pair of dirty jean shorts - he had blood all over his little torso. Jett hadn't been looking where he was going and ran straight into Rueben's mother who was so shocked that she screamed in fright then looked down at what had bumped into her. There, in a pile of snow, was a half naked toddler, covered in blood - contemplating about whether or not to call the paramedics, Mrs. Markson scooped the now crying Jett up into her arms and took him inside her home. She called Rueben, who ran into the kitchen with his hat on backwards, she asked him of he would go and find one of his t-shirts for the little boy in her arms. Happily compling; little Rueben ran off to fetch one of his shirts whilst his mother cleaned Jett up. It didn't take too long to clean all the blood off of him - when she had finished, Rueben ran back with a white t-shirt that had a picture of a dinosaur on it. Jett started laughing and Rueben joined in.
An hour later and Jett was sitting with Rueben in the middle of Mrs. Markson's kitchen eating cookies and drinking milk out of a red sippy cup. This had sparked the start of a firm and stable friendship. When Jett stood up Mrs. Markson asked him where he was going, the two year old replied; ''Daddy's yelling at me.'' in a very sad and whispery voice, and sure enough; Eric was out the front yelling Jett's name. Rueben's mother looked confused and sad at the same time, Eric's tone of voice worried her, but she let Jett out after he said goodbye and thank you. Jett was happier than he had ever been before, but the happiness soon faded once Eric dragged him into his house by the back of the ''new'' t-shirt. He told little Jett that he was naughty for running off like that, he also told the little dude that he must now be ''punished most severly'' and proceeded to beat Jett with the first thing that he could lay his hands on...a spatula. This triggered and irrational fear of spatula's in the young boy. Now every time Eric beat down on Jett, the small boy would run off to his second home, have some cookies and play with Rueben for a few hours before Eric finally had enough of beating on Ammie and started yelling for Jett, so that he could turn his anger onto the small child whilst Ammie drowned out her pain with drugs and alcohol.
And so Jett's appearance at Rueben's house everyday became, well; a regular occurence and Rueben's mother found it slightly strange that each time Jett came round to her home, he was almost always covered in cuts and bruises. She was going to say something to his parents but when she heard them shouting at each other she decided against it...good choice really because they were quite violent people when provoked. Well, it really wasn't too long before Rueben was supposed to go to preschool and Jett didn't like the idea of being alone any more and asked if it would be okay if he could also go to preschool with Rueben - his parents were ''whatever'' whilst Mrs. Markson thought that it would be a good idea, she took both Rueben and Jett to preschool. There, the two of them were practically inseperable and it was this way even through junior high. The beatings kept getting worse with each passing day as Jett grew older, but he had to take it, he couldn't do anything about it because his father always threatened to kill his mother if he said anything to anyone...even Rueben. Eric, at one point; did threaten to kill Rueben when Jett told him that he was his friend. Jett wasn't having any of that, he defended his friend, even though he wasn't around, and suffered from doing so, but it was worth it because he couldn't bare the thought of losing his best and only friend. Jett; the loyal one that always ended up getting hurt.
When they middle school the trouble started. Eric began to use Jett for his own sick pleasure's, he'd get him to get drugs from reliable sources and he'd force the now, fourteen year old Jett to try drugs and it wasn't actually too long before Jett became dependant on the drugs, next came the alcohol. Rueben wasn't aware of any of this until one day he caught Jett shooting up in a desolute street and seized the drugs from him. In an instant the caring, kind, loyal Jett that Rueben knew and loved disappeared and was replaced by a rude, vicious and violent Jett who snatched back his drugs and pushed him over before walking off, well actually, he sort of swaggered off because he was so high on drugs that he couldn't really walk in a straight line. At school his grades were slowly slipping and eventually he went from being top of his class to the bottom of his class, then he just stopped going to school altogether and spent his days at home, snorting lines of cocaine with Eric then being beaten until he was twitching on the floor of the kitchen. Once the pain was over he got up and went straight for the alcohol.
When he was fifteen, Jett realised that he was slowly losing his best friend and didn't know what to do, if he didn't act now he was going to lose the only friend that he ever had...to make sure that he wasn't lonely, he did the first thing he could think of...take more drugs - okay so he did the second thing that he could think of...make up an imaginary friend that he called Elliot. He decided that Elliot was the new Rueben and when Eric came up to him one day and asked him who he was talking to, Jett answered ''Rueben.'' and well...problem! Eric demanded that he go over to Rueben's house and get him. So he did, Jett fetched Rueben, it was the first time that he had ever been in Jett's home. Eric scared the poor boy half to death - he whispered in Jett's ear then went to sit in the next room. Jett told Rueben [in hushed whispers] that he had to try this drug because if he didn't then his father was going to kill him and he wasn't going to have that, because [even though he had Elliot now], he was still loyal to his friend and he couldn't bare the thought of losing him to his father. It would kill him. This was also around the same time that the FBI decided that it would be a good idea to make him join their ranks.
Rueben went home a couple of hours later [well; actually Eric chased him out the house], paler than normal and Jett collapsed in a heap on the floor. He was physically and emotionally exhausted. Eric got up - he dragged Jett to his feet and started beating him around the head with a spatula while the fifteen year old tried to defend himself, rather flimsily. Not a minute had passed before Jett eventually passed out. He woke up two days later covered in dry blood and sores which blistered...his mother knelt down beside him and whispered in his ear that Eric had tried to set him on fire but she wouldn't allow it - she had hit him over the head with a vase and knocked him out then she had doused Jett with a bucket full of water to put out the flames. Jett looked over to his side and sure enough, there was his father also in a heap on the floor. Ammie helped Jett to his feet and also helped to wash his sores and blisters with care, she promised him that she was going to put an end to this sooner or later...sooner rather than later because it was paining her to see her son like this.
Well, nothing was actually done until Jett turned sixteen, by that time he had been arrested thirteen times. Four times for possesion of drugs. Once for assaulting a police officer. Seven times for violent behaviour and three times for driving whilst under the influence of alcohol. He now had a criminal record at the tender age of sixteen. Ammie was becoming more and more anxious to do something as the weeks flew past slowly, Jett was becoming more and more violent. When he hit the age of seventeen he had been arrested five more times, this time all counts for physical abuse to people. Rueben was there to bail him out of jail all those times. At one point Jett went to hit Rueben but ended up collapsing in his arms instead. Not sure about what to do, he dragged him to the hospital and waited all night by his bedside, then he waited all day by his bedside and refused to go home or call Jett's parents when he was asked to. The doctors finally gave up and Rueben stayed there. Jett stayed in that hospital bed for four days before he woke up and immediately discharged himself. They had a strong relationship with each other and it appeared apparent that Rueben was not going to let it die.
When he was nineteen years of age, Jett had killed more than his fair share of people that needed to be terminated, he had been arrested nine more times for violence, assault and other various 'wrongs', but his status with the FBI made sure he didn't get into trouble...much. He became more and more reliable everyday until they decided that it was high time he got an education out of his passion for motorcross. They arranged for him to attend Perth Sporting Academy. He settled in quickly, well not really and to this day he is still there.
ROLEPLAYER !
alias; jude
other characters; aurelie rush && alessandro gabriel spencer
how did you find us?; in mah pocket.
how can we contact you?; pm or msn. :]
roleplay sample;
EVETTE ALDÉRIC !
well hey, hey baby it's never too late,
pretty soon you won't remember a thing,
and i can't stay, well you know i won't wait,
i was gone from the very first day.
well hey, hey baby it's never too late,
pretty soon you won't remember a thing,
and i can't stay, well you know i won't wait,
i was gone from the very first day.
The one named Evette rolled over in her dorm bed, the covers shifted with her movement and then fell to the floor in a heap. The small girl shivered slightly but remained asleep, it was rather early in the morning, or possibly late: either way she wasn't sure and wasn't aware since she was asleep. Whatever the time was at the moment you could be sure that in about ten seconds the five foot three inche female would wake up and fall out of her bed. As was per usual with her 'morning' routine. Sure enough, ten seconds passed and she rolled over the edge of her bed, landing softly on the duvet cover she had thrown off of her moments earlier. Rubbing her eyes as she sat herself up, Evette looked around her dorm and took note of the fact that it was still pretty dark. Her eyes weren't quite adjusted to the light of the room yet so everything was more or less blurry to her dazzling green ones. Rubbing her eyes furiously, Evette shifted her position slightly and craned her neck to look at her alarm clock which read 7:29:58 AM. A groan escaped her pale lips and at the same time a slender hand came upto her forehead, there was a light 'whap' in the air then a faint 'ow.' which came from her mouth. And up she got, probably too fast.
Evette fell back down into a heap and groaned a second time. Head rush wasn't a pleasant feeling first thing in the morning, her slender hand remained on her forehead as she sat herself up slowly this time. Inch by inch she pulled herself up so that she was standing and slowly placed her hands on her hips as she looked around her room once again. Suddenly she wished that she could still be asleep, asleep where she could escape everything around her. Especially her past which she hated so much, although she hadn't exactly minded the people while it lasted; it was just everything else that went with it. Her life hadn't been exactly what you'd call perfect and she just wanted to escape it, well most of it anymore. She was still into the music; she loved music and she didn't think that there'd ever be a chance for her to stop her love for music, not ever. Evette had been brought up on music for fifteen years, there was no going back now, not that she really wanted to anyway. Music was her life, always had been and always would be. A faint smile crossed her pink tinged lips as she remembered a loving memory from when she was still in the band. It was a lovely memory that she wished she could cherish forever and ever. It was of the time she and the lead guitarist went on a random shopping trip and accidentally trashed a shoe store by knocking over a shoe stand, it had been a domino effect, but it was funny. Despite the circumstances.
The small, orange haired girl decided that now was the time to go and get dressed, so she picked up her duvet; shoved them onto her bed and traipsed off to her closet to pull out some clothes. Five minutes later she was dressed in a pair of blue skinny jeans with a 'to write love on her arms' skinny fit t-shirt and topped off with a 'hum hallelujah' hoodie. It was a nice day, she figured to go to the music class. It was a Saturday though and she did have some thoughts as to why she was even awake at half past seven in the morning on a Saturday. Nevertheless she grabbed everything that she needed and headed out of her dorm over to the grounds where she was walking and minding her own business. As usual she wasn't looking where she was going and suddenly, out of nowhere came this boy...he seemed to have fallen from the sky. Evette was startled, she took a step backwards instantly and almost regretted it. Her hand flew to her side and she looked down. "Oh! Are you okay?" she asked in her usual quiet voice, bending down over him slightly with her hand pressed to her side where the bruise from somewhere had come from last night.
status •, completed.
tag •, evan.
word count •, some amount, too lazy to count
apperance •, coming soon.
lyrics •, decoy by paramore.
music •, the man who can't be moved - the script.
notes •, this is pretty bad, but it was mostly copy and pasted.
