Post by jasper adam lewis on Sept 5, 2009 22:56:08 GMT 1
jasper adam lewis
eighteen . student . afraid
eighteen . student . afraid
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]jasper adam lewis .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]jj, jazz .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]eighteen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]soft - nervous - sad - missing his parents - trying to be optimistic - artistic - creative - wise - imaginative - lovable - nice - neat - caring - afraid .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]Born to Joshua and Lauren Lewis in New York City, Jasper loved life and was happy. Admittedly, he was always quiet and cautious, although not as much as he is now. Friends were something that Jasper had plenty of - and they were true ones, too. His sister, Alanna, who he fought with much of the time, was six years older than he was, a big difference. They fought a lot, like most siblings do, and didn't think very much of each other. When she was done school and moved to Miami, Jasper didn't mind much. It meant that all the attention (though honestly, it wasn't much) that had been given to her, the Devil in the form of his sister, would now be given to him.
Also, with Alanna out of the house, Jasper took over her room. Her bigger, nicer room that allowed him to get a desk. Said desk was used on a daily basis for the art that he dedicated much of his time to - mostly sketching, he became quite attached to the piece of wooden furniture. His friends (who he had a fair few of) didn't think much of his art, but they didn't think much of art in general. In truth, Jazz was and still is a wonderful artist. Completely self-taught (okay, so he had a few of those books that teach you how to draw ...) his talent is astounding and only really caught any attention after Alanna left.
When he was sixteen, in the summer, his parents were killed in a car crash. He was in that car with them, and has never gotten over it. The scars that cover his hands are a constant reminder of what he suffered and he's never been able to let go. Since then, he finds that he gets ill easily, his eating habits swing from one extreme to the next regularly, and he can't be near anything on wheels without flinching. He refuses to get into a car unless it is absolutely necessary. For only extremely important reasons would he do so. Jazz has been good about keeping this quiet at school. Not that there's really anyone around who might notice. He doesn't exactly have many friends and people don't think much of him.
After the crash, he had to move in with Alanna. That meant lugging all of his stuff from New York City to Miami to live with the sister who he only had bad memories of. Fortunately, this turned out to be fine - Jazz's discovered that Alanna's pretty nice. She is an interior decorator and cares a lot for him. It never even crossed his mind to move out when he turned eighteen because, for once, he and Alanna have been getting along and because he loves where he is right now. Maybe he misses his parents and having them around, but he's happy with his sister. She just wishes he would go and make some friends, already. .
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ooc name: COLE
pb being used: alex evans
years of experience: one and a half years
membergroup: student
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Some might wonder how a child so young could look at another with that level of anger. Zelda? She didn’t wonder. Her dark eyes were glaring at her baby sister in frustration, her small arms crossed in front of her chest. What had she ever done to deserve this? Not a single thing came to her mind. The baby currently being cradled in her mother’s arms was Mary. At only four months old, the poor little thing had infuriated Zelda more than anyone else had ever come close to. Of course, no one else had stolen the spotlight. As the youngest, before Mary came along and ruined everything, Zelda had been babied. She got what she wanted when she wanted it no matter what. All of her parents co-workers had called her cute and given her candy.
And now? Well, now they all doted on the little brat being held by her mother. Her mother, mind you, she figured that if that thing wanted a parent it could go find it’s own. The adult that oh-so-lovingly gazed down at it was Zelda’s, not it’s. The ten year old felt almost territorial. Why did she have to put up with it? She had been there first, and she didn’t want it. At all.
Her parents had said that this would be a good thing. The new addition to the household would ‘look up’ to her, Zelda would have someone to play with, Zelda would get to teach her things. She hadn’t hesitated in informing them that of course the baby would look up to her, she would obviously be taller, you couldn’t play with a baby, they were too breakable, and that if the child wanted to learn things, she could just go to school. Kapeesh? The adults had stared, shook their heads, and then told her to trust them. She wanted to trust them. In fact, she did. Until of course stupid MARY came along and took everything away.
Maybe that was being a bit overdramatic, but at ten years old it didn’t seem that way. Not many children don’t enjoy attention and Zelda was no exception. Without someone smiling at her or calling her adorable or giving her something every two minutes, it felt like her whole world was crashing down. A while ago she had told her dad that no one cared about her anymore. His reaction? A laugh, and the suggestion to get used to it, because Mary was going to have to be taken care of. That had stung. It was like she wasn’t important anymore, no one cared about Zelda because they had Mary to care about. Was this how it was in life? Once you grew up, did you get to think that you were special, loved, until someone pranced along and tore that feeling out of your grasp? Well, then Zelda didn’t want it.
With a small, irritated huff, Zelda spun on her heel and stormed through the house. Her small hand just barely covered the front door knob as she grasped it as tightly as she could and jerked it to the side before opening the door. It swung easily open without so much as a creak, and oddly enough that only fueled Zelda’s anger. Everything else was going wrong, why was the door so compliant? Her legs carried her out the door and down the street. Perhaps it was a dumb idea, but who cared? No one would notice, that was for sure. They never did anymore.
It wasn’t long before she found herself seated on the grass, leaning against a chain link fence, glowering at people passing by. Some gave her odd looks, some stopped and seemed as if they were going to come over, others yet completely ignored her; to Zelda, however, it appeared as if none of them even came close to noticing her.
Seven years, a new town, a couple new personalities and a few encounters with supernatural creatures later, the seventeen year old was no longer human, had been expelled from her school in Las Vegas, and her parents had been ‘embarrassed’ and so the Ellis family packed up and moved to Bedfordshire. Fun, right? Even now, growing older by the minute, Mary was the baby of the family. Of course, Zelda now had Cae and Naomi to keep her company, but that wasn’t always the same. When she really, really wanted to slap Cae in the face, that wasn’t exactly possible, was it? Ha, snorted the skeptical not-really-real-but-kind-of-is girl inside of Zelda’s head. You wouldn’t slap me even if you had the chance. Zelda rolled her eyes but chose to otherwise ignore Cae as she all but flew through Rodrigos Concert Park.
Perhaps it was stupid to be tearing along one of the footpaths at such a high speed in the shoes she was wearing, but she had done numerous other stupid things before and come out fine. Besides, she was a vampire--there wasn’t much that could hurt her, certainly not a face plant. Embarrassing, yes, lethal, no. Although if it did happen, she might wish it was lethal.
And then suddenly the footpath was gone. There wasn’t flowers at her feet anymore, and Zelda had to slow down a bit. Her hands automatically reached down and clung to the edges of her short dress, pulling it just a little lower. A few small groups of people stared as she continued her run across the grassy field. Without so much as a second thought, a smile lit up the young vampire’s face as she raised a hand and waved. “Hi!” she called. As soon as she was back onto a footpath and out of site, her hands left her dress, though she slowed down to a walk. You don’t have to say hi to every god damn person you see, snapped Caelyn. Zelda shook her head.
Of course I do, she thought, it’s polite.
You think any of them give a damn about you?
Zelda didn’t answer. There you go, Zelda. Don’t waste your energy on people who won’t waste theirs on you.
Hey . . . the voice was soft, barely audible in Zelda’s mind over Caelyn’s ranting. Naomi. I don’t think it’s a waste.
Zelda could feel Caelyn fume at that, and she sighed. Up ahead, a small bunch of trees provided shade from the sun that beat down on the park, and Zelda turned and walked over there. As soon as she got there, she glanced cautiously around for a moment before jumping and easily reaching a thick tree limb high above her head. It didn’t take much effort to pull herself up and sit against the tree trunk, legs extended along the branch. Not the wisest idea, especially considering her attire, but it didn’t appear that anyone else was around. If they had been, she wouldn’t have leapt up into the tree in the first place, anyway.
She leaned her head against the tree trunk and closed her eyes. Well this is stupid. Oh, Caelyn. One downside to having voices in your head: they never shut up.
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status,[/b] complete
wearing,[/b] CLICK!
notes,[/b] hi![/color][/font][/size]
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