YOUNG, JACKSON ARES

[JACKSON ARES YOUNG]

Jackson Ares Young

CHARACTER NAME || Jackson Ares Young
NICKNAME || Jack, Prick
GENDER || Male
AGE || eighteen
PREFERENCE || straight
MEMBER GROUP || upperclassman
PLAY BY || Robert sheehan

LIKES || drugs, sex, alcohol, music, art, partying, pissing people off, comic book (don’t tell anyone), swing sets, not having to apologies, his car, sleeping, peppermint bark, thunder storms, freckles.
DISLIKES || his father, fathers in general (for some reason they never like him), his mother’s boyfriend, sensitive people, people who care about every little thing way too much, rules, authority, most people, boredom, apologizing, politics, hangovers, hospital and the list goes on and on.
STRENGTHS || he’s a very good artist, intelligence, he’s a great liar, he has a great sense of humor, loyalty, but only in friendships
WEAKNESSES || he’s terrified of failing, so he doesn’t try to accomplish anything, he very cocky, the boy couldn’t sugar coat his way out of a paper bag, talking about feelings and shit.
FEARS || becoming like his father, tight spaces, failing and clowns
SECRETS || he’s actually got a dream or two, he’s likes comic books, he occasionally suffers from crippling migraine that leave him in the gutter for days
GOALS || most people including Jack would say he didn’t have goals, but he’s subconsciously wants to publish a graphic novel written and illustrated by him and he’d like to play in a band.
PERSONALITY || kindness is something Jack is not to familiar with, it’s not that he’s a horrible person all the time he’s just not really very nice, he says the most inappropriate things and often calls people names that no one really wants to be called. If you’re buying drugs from him he’ll probably still be a prick. Jack has a lot of pent of daddy issues, which is probably where allot of his distrust and prick-ish behavior comes from “don’t let people get close, hurt them before they hurt you”. Jack comes off being so gleefully deficient that everyone probably thinks he’d a right happy guy. The longer you look into him though you’d find he’s really quite miserable.

Even though Jack is always saying mean things to even his closest friends he’s really quite loyal to those he cares about, he’ll kick some ones ass if they talk to them the way Jack does, he’s one of those I can say it, but no one else can. Jack is all about self preservation with that one exception. Jack is incredibly… most would say egotistical, he would say he’s beautiful and what’s he supposed to do deny it, that’d just be a waste of time. He’s a total perv. and if you like that you’ll find him hilarious, he’s also not above self degrading or deprecation, he’s definitely a clown through and through, but do not say the word clown in front of him. Jack’s not a sugar coater, his sugar coating is like someone’s best effort to be as blunt and dickish as possible, he’s blunt and probably embellishes with mean antidotes, he find comforting people to be difficult because people never seem to get that he’s trying to help. he’ll tell you the truth as blunt as the night sky is dark. Sometimes it’s what people need to hear, but that doesn’t mean that they want to hear it.

He doesn’t want people knowing his shit, he has a hard time opening up to people he likes to believe the past is in the past so what does it really matter, he knows he’s not good with feelings, he doesn’t know how to open up even if he wanted to. Unbeknownst to everyone in the world he’s actually quite smart, he just doesn’t show it he doesn’t use it sometimes either, he’s often doing stupid things and pretends he doesn’t know things that he does know, it’s part of his thing.

PARENTS || Michael Young / 40 / investment broker / left when Jack was ten
Hanna Baker-Young / 37 / nurse / she’s getting fed up with his antics

SIBLINGS || none
BIRTHPLACE || Dublin, Ireland
HOMETOWN || Dublin
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || Irish, English

SAMPLE RP HERE [MUST BE MORE THAN 350 WORDS]

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It had only been moments, but Zach chose to think of them like hours as he thought to him self about how long she was taking to get out there he knew she was in a wheel chair but really this was just ridiculous. Patience had never been his strong suit; in fact it had been his down fall on many occasions before this one, he was always skipping ahead and missing the dangers that could lurk in the shadows and that quite often did and every time they got him. His shrink that he had to talk to after his mothers tragic death told his foster family that he was single minded to the point of recklessness, if he wanted something he would go get it without a thought to whether it would hurt him or not. This was a quite accurate assessment on the shrink’s part and everyone knew that, but what the shrink was wrong about was that it was the death of his mother’s fault.

Everyone knew that Zach was… determined before the death of his mother, he’d always been that way if he wanted something he’d get it, this was the reason everyone knew he would be whatever he wanted to be when he grew up, the only thing that worried them was if he would hurt people in the process – this wasn’t a physical hurt that they were worried about, but as he got older he seemed to lose sympathy for people’s feelings he got quite cold to almost everyone, but them. they just wanted him to get back what he’d lost with his mother, which was his kind and gentle nature, but he seemed to have thrown that into the fire much like Annabelle’s ‘pictures’. Now it was no secret that Zachary Ridley was a pain in the ass, but people still worked with him because he was damn good at what he did and no one could deny that. Zach could still hear the rain coating everything out side, he thought about his car briefly; how picturesque it probably looked, bright red in front of a gray and gloomy backdrop, he thought about visual esthetics way too much, maybe that was just his quirk.

As he shifted his feet his eyes panned the rest of the foyer, he didn’t like this house it was far to grand for him he liked things that were homey and lived in, but this house appeared as if it didn’t have a mouse stirring inside of it. Over all it was just too clean for him he liked when you could see shoes by the door or even those cheezy welcome mats out side. He liked homes like the one he grew up in, he didn’t know why he had an aversion to anything wealthy, but he had this uncontrollable fear of it; he hated things he didn’t understand it just scared him when he didn’t know everything, which was the very reason he was here to find out what he didn’t know. Annabelle’s secrecy gnawed at him till he wanted to rip all his hair out, though he didn’t mind her silence, it was quite refreshing after you've had a self absorbed director yelling at you about how they’re in charge. Zach always felt that directors thought they were far more important than they actually were, most of them didn’t even yell action they had their assistants do it for them, maybe they thought they’d get laryngitis or something.

If he could, he just wouldn’t work with directors, but being a DP that was impossible. Zach had worked with far to many directors from hell, so he just formed an immense hate for all of them and found it funny that everyone thought the actor were the self important ones. He’d worked with better actors than directors. His mind came back to the subject he'd preferred for it to stay on: Annabelle. He’d need it’s to stay there if he was going to get what he came for, the boy really was reckless to take Annabelle on, he knew enough about her to know that she was not going to invite him in for tea and dumplings while she told him all about what happened to her, but he got it in his head that this is what he wanted right now, so in turn it was what he needed.

After was seemed like hours to the impatient young man, but really only measured into moments, Annabelle finally made her appearance and what a lovely one it was, she was dressed in a cream dress that almost seemed to disappear on her milky white skin, she really was beautiful and that thought did cross the tall male’s mind. She spoke a voice that Zach had only heard seldomly on various other occasions. To Zach it sounded like rain, he liked the sound of rain and the thought crossed his mind that he wouldn’t mind if she used it more often. However he did not care for what it was saying ‘can I help you’ as if she didn’t know who he was, as if she didn’t recognize him.

Narrowing his eyes he spoke in his steely tone “I don’t know can you?” she had to know who he was; she was playing with him that’s what she was doing. Well that’s what he would believe anyway as she studied him with her eyes looking almost as if she were assessing if he were worth her time. His eyes became steely as he hated being judged especially on his appearance and the look in her eyes made him think maybe he’d gotten it wrong maybe she wasn’t a church, maybe she was just one of the pews pretending they’re just as important when their only purpose is to hold people’s fat asses. No, Zach knew that wasn’t true, she was a church once, but someone set her afire and kicked their feet up on her alter as she burned and all he wanted to know was who and why.

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THE NAME'S CARE AND I AM BOARDING THE FEMALE TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR THREE-ISH YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
NILL HERE. AND I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[( ANGEL )]