DRITON, JACE CHRISTOPER Apr 11, 2012 21:56:20 GMT -5
Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 11, 2012 21:56:20 GMT -5
[classy=apptite]JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON
SIXTEEN. GOOFY. CHARMING. HETEROSEXUAL. STAG.
[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Ottowa! Look who's it is! It's Jace Christoper Driton! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Jace? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on November eighth, and grew up to be a hefty five feet, eight inches. You can always tell it's Jace because of their blond hair, bright blue eyes and muscular bod. Not to mention they've gotten themselves zero tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Alexander Ludwig? I personally don't see it though ....
SO YOU THINK THAT YOU KNOW ME ?
Go with the flo, yo.
Jace is a pretty laid-back guy. He never hurries, so he always seems to be late to everything, but he doesn't really give a damn about being on time. He always appears to be relaxed and all that around people, and he rarely gets all freaked out about something. He's like a pothead. Without the pot, that is. He doesn't talk too much, either. He's more of a silent being. Like Edward at the beginning of Twilight. (I cannot believe I just used Twilight as an example. I must go wash my mouth out with soup.) Annyywayy.. he does talk quite a bit after you get to know him, but he has found that observing a person's habits is the quickest way to learn their character. So he just watches silently until he feels like he can goof around with them.
Hide and seek.
Okay. This is is guilty pleasure. He freaking loves this game. No joke. It was his favorite childhood game. And it still is. Odd? Maybe. But he doesn't care.
I'm sexy and I know it.
He sometimes does think highly of himself. Give him a break, though. Who doesn't? Sometimes, if he feels particularly mischievous, he makes little comments about how great he is. He's just joking, though, even if it seems like he is serious.
Go ahead and smile.
He has a killer smile. And the most amazing blue eyes... (sighs dreamily)
Setting the mood.
He is always smiling. Like, always. He's constantly cheerful, and his attitude seems to have a way of spreading around to his peers very easily. His expression doesn't really change very often. Sometimes it gets on people's nerves, his constant happiness. But what can you do?
(NOT) wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Seeing as his cheery expression never seems to go away, he's a little harder to read than your average open book. He doesn't like showing his real emotions very often, so he masks them with constant smiling.
He's one big giant goof. He can't ever seem to stop cracking jokes, even if they are the cheesiest ones in the world. Which are his favorites, thank you very much. Nobody can take him seriously, usually, because of his constant (really bad) jokes that he seems to think are the funniest thing in the world. Oh, dear Lord, he's such a bad joke nerd.
'Confidence' is my middle name.
Not really. He's just seriously confident in himself, and hasn't really doubted himself, well, ever.
Just kidding. 'Sweet' is my middle name.
Yeah.. okay, well, he's this giant sweetheart. He knows exactly what to say, when to say it. He has this ability with comforting people. Especially when it comes to girls. He loves comforting girls, in particular..
Just an observer.
When it comes to partying, he'll go with his friends without a blink of an eye. Although he doesn't drink more than one or two beers. Designated driver, over here! Nah, he just thinks its funny to watch drunk people do stupid shit and sleep with each other in plain sight.
Like, way overprotective. He tries to stop the stupid smothering, but it doesn't really happen that way... If someone threatened any of his friends they would wake up the next morning with a black eye. At the very least. He will do anything for his lovies. o.o
Three more years..
He's a sophomore. And he can't freaking wait to get out of here and travel. He wants to see the whole world. He's lived in one spot for his entire life, and, from what he's heard, the world isn't as small as some people say.
I BELIEVE I CAN FLY !
He actually does. 'Cause he can. He has this wings on his back that are the exact color of his hair. Which is blond, just in case you didn't know. At first, he thought it was the coolest thing in the whole fucking world, but then they got annoying. Top notch annoying. He had to constantly curl them up around his back tightly so no one would notice, and he was always fighting the urge to let them rest at his sides. Don't get me wrong, he loved flying more than anything else, but the wings just got... unnerving sometimes.
He was born with them. His mother adored them, and spoiled Jace rotten. His dad, however, looked at him like he was some kind of mutant. Which, let's face it, he was. Who the hell has wings growing out of their back? Nobody normal, that's for sure. His little sister, sweet little Tiffany, looked at Jace like he was her whole world. And she was the only human Jace had actually loved in his lifetime. See, even though he has a way with people, and he has always had tons of friends, he hasn't ever let them in fully. He has trust issues, you could say.
Oops. Off topic. Anyhoe, he lived his whole life hiding the damned things, and he doesn't think they are so cool, anymore.
WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES !
Jace's mother is even more overprotective than Jace is. If that's even possible. She has always smothered her two children with anything their heart's desired. While Jace has always been grateful to her, he doesn't think he could ever love her. Maybe it's cruel, but it's the facts. She married the bastard of a man his father was, for one.
Daddy, oh my daddy.
Jace's dad is an alcoholic. Hard-core. Too be honest, Jace doesn't remember a moment when his dad didn't have a drink in his hand. And he was abusive. Not just the occasional slap in the face. Jace could handle that. It was the kind of abusive that left angry red welt on Jace's body, later to leave scars. Oh, the scars. He had so many of those. Most of them were faint now, and hard to see, but they were there. Especially on his wings. They were the target of most of his father's anger.
Jace took the brunt of his dad's beatings. He wouldn't allow little Tiffany to be so much as touched by the bastard. He soon learned that he had to anger is father, so the guy would turn on Jace instead of the little girl. His mom got some of it, too, but never as much as Jace. After a while, Jace started referring to his dad merely as 'the bastard.'
My little angel.
Tiffany was the only thing that kept him at home, all those years. Otherwise he would have taken off long ago. But the poor kid had to have someone looking after her. She was so innocent. Then the bastard forced him to come to this goddamn school, away from her. So he couldn't protect her anymore. He knew he would eventually be driven insane with worry for his little sister. And those are the thoughts he tries so wel to hide.
(And now for the soap.)
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