Post by wasteoftime on Jan 19, 2013 20:11:45 GMT -5
* jared k. brinley ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Jared Keith Brinley
NICKNAMES N/A
DATE OF BIRTH December tenth
AGE Fifteen
GRADE/YEAR Tenth grade
ELEMENT Fire
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Channing Tatum
EYE COLOUR Hazel
HAIR COLOUR Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6'1" and 181 pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES n/a
CLOTHING STYLE Jared has a casual clothing style. Classic jeans and t-shirt, with a good pair of any kind of shoes. Probably not dress shoes or crocs, but you get the idea. The only time he'd be wearing dress shoes is if he had a nice outfit to match them. And he pretty much dresses up like that when the situation calls for it. Like a wedding, or dances. But because he's rich, he often has big name brand clothes.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- outgoing
- confident
- honest
- brave
- athletic
- energetic
- open minded
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- rebellious
- impulsive
- reckless
- impatient
- sarcastic
- selfish
LIKES
- women
- sex
- fights
- rebelling
- working out
DISLIKES
- other people getting what he wants
- being told what to do
- liars
- being disrespected
- commitment
STRENGTHS
- willing to take charge
- spontaneous
- adventurous
WEAKNESSES
- pushy
- blunt
- undisciplined
FEARS
- water
- getting hurt
- the future
BEST MEMORY A day before the accident, Jared and his twin brother Nathaniel were riding around the neighborhood on their bikes.
WORST MEMORY The accident; his twin brother drowning at the beach and trying to save him.
LONG-TERM GOAL To make his parents proud of him.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Alyson Rose Brinley (36), Lawyer.
FATHER Christopher Brinley (39), Surgeon.
SIBLINGS Nathaniel Jordan Brinley (13), Deceased.
OTHER N/A
HISTORY Jared Keith Brinley was born a few minutes after his twin brother, Nathaniel Jordan Brinley, to two loving parents. Alyson and Christopher started off as terrific parents. One baby for each kept them both entertained.
Nathaniel was the leader from the get-go, of course. Firstborn, first to crawl, walk, talk. First to get into sports. Not to mention, he did well in school. The entire family always spoiled him simply because he performed well at...life, really.
Jared, however, was never far behind. He got into sports too. He got alright grades. But he was still the follower, and it made all the difference. It made him look like he was trying to best his brother. Which wasn't at all what his plan was. He didn't mind that Nathan was the favorite. All the pressure was automatically put on Nate, and Jared was fine with that for revenge. The twins had a good relationship from the beginning, though. They were always there for each other, and stayed close until the end.
The end came quickly for Nathaniel, though. And unexpectedly. It was quite a horrible experience, especially for Jared. They were only thirteen. The family had been spending the day at the beach. Long story short, Nathan had been diving underneath, and his foot got caught. Jared tried to help his brother, but it was to no avail. He couldn't hold his breath long enough, and whatever had his brother's foot wasn't letting up easy.
No one could do anything for the boy; his lungs were filled with water and CPR wasn't working.
To this day, Jared's family blame him for the accident. The only one open about blaming him, though, is his own father. Jared blames himself, too, though.
Jared came about discovering his abilities at around fourteen. It started off as little things. Things you'd notice only if you were looking for them. Not to mention, he seemed suddenly drawn to fire; had a new-found curiosity about it. But this was a unique sort of attraction. It wasn't normal, and he was smart enough to figure that out himself. So, when he came of age, he was enrolled into the school.
It took Jared a year and a half to get used to the fact that Nathan was never coming back. He slowly moved on with his life, though he often still dwells on his past. He's not as sad about it anymore, though he doesn't really like talking about it.
Now, his goal in life is to make his parents - especially his father - proud of him. Whether that's bringing home a sweet girl or having a successful career, he just wants to meet his parents expectations.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Toxx
YOUR AGE Over 13, but you'll have to guess.
RP EXPERIENCE For about 6 years now.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Affiliates.
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLEBoom...Boom...Boom..
Is that the music? Sweet! Tamison could barely hear her own thoughts above the roar of the techno music as she entered the abandoned warehouse. Every rave needed some good, loud music. This seemed like an alright rave. There were loads of people, they were loud, and the only lights that were on were neon-colored and wrapped around people's wrists or necks. Don't forget the light show going on, though.
Well, this is fuckin' amazing. Tamison smiled to herself as she made her way through the crowd. People were going wild and Tamison bet that half the girls were on E. Raves were always fun, and there were always people offering everyone drugs. A lot of people accepted. Tamzy was one of those people. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't constantly high off of something. But tonight, she was here for a total escape. It was her first party-related outing in California and she planned on going all out. Whether it was smart or not, she didn't really care.
Searching around the warehouse, she managed to swipe some glow sticks from a guy who was passed out. Why not take it? He didn't need them anymore.
Tamzy kept moving through the crowd. At one point she was offered a beer, took it, and chugged it. Might as well start relaxing. Eventually, Tamison was dancing, fighting, talking to strangers over the incredibly loud music, and all of the things that occur at a rave. But she was really sweaty, and hot. She started getting really thirsty and before she could think to do anything about it, everything went black and she hit the wood floor. A few people laughed or pointed at her, and a passerby poured some water onto her face. But it didn't bring much more attention to her.
Tamzy woke up the next morning to a mostly-abandoned warehouse. There were a few people in the same state as she was; passed out from dehydration. "Shit!" Tamison spat out the swear immediately when she realized what had happened. She got up, brushed her messed up hair out of her face, and left the scene without another word. It was a lot quieter now that the rave was over and pretty much everyone had cleared out. But it was early in the morning and insanely cold.
Tamison started walking home at a brisk pace. She'd walked because her house was close enough to do that. However, her body wasn't quite finished waking up and she felt some muscle pain in one of her legs. When she got home, she pulled up the filthy welcome mat and picked up the key to the front door. She only did this when she went out partying, for her own reasons.
As soon as she went into the living room, she fell face-first onto the couch and went back to sleep.
