Post by .Jacob.Chambers!!!!!!! on Jul 19, 2009 18:55:48 GMT -5
CHAMBER, JACOB
[/size][/size][/color][/center] LIKE a NATURAL disaster...
[/size][/size][/center]Name: Jake Chambers
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthday: 2-12
Face Claim: Gaspard Ulliel
ARE you BRAVE enough TO face YOUR fears?!
Appearance:Jake has a very soft look to his face. He's quite unintimidating with his grey eyes and square framed glasses. His hair is shaggy, choppy, and lies flat on his head. Jake doensn't have too much muscle on him, but he likes it that way. Although he may look scrawny, he is quite strong. His jaw line sticks out quite a bit, and comes to an almost shart point at his chin.
Personality:Jake is nice to everyone and everything. Even when he is angry, he feels a need to keep his opinions to himself. He's afraid of offending others. He lets his pity of others gets in his way quite a bit. Although Jake can be feminine at times, over all he us quite masculine.
Strengths [[at least 3]]:
Weaknesses [[at least 3]]:
Fears:
Location:New York
THEY can CARE less AS long AS someone BLEEDS!!!
Species:Demon
Element:Earth
History: Ever since Jake was born on December 10 1993, he knew that he was not.. normal. He never understood what it was exactly, but he knew that it wasn't something that should be discussed with the public. He seemed to have a strange calling to the earth. When he was on land he felt.. at home. Secure. "One with the Earth" for a lack of better words.
As you may already know, New York is a big city. Filled with people, crime, and just about everything else. Jake found himself stumbling upon a dark alley way late at night while he was on his usual walk. Unsure of what to do, he kept walking, and eventually found a man in a big trenchcoat talking to another man who happened to be shivering. The man in a trench coat pulled out a gun, and shot it at Jake, in fear of him going to the police. Jake closed him eyes and stood still waiting for the impact. He felt a little prick on his shoulder, and looked over to see the bullet fall to the ground. In a panic, he ran away.
Quite soon after, a group of people in a clan known as Stars found him, and helped him understand who he really is.
Clan/Pack/Clique:**Stars**
I can FEEL the PRESSURE now...
[/size][/size]RP Sample:Ryan sat criss-crossed on the too soft, vibrant green grass at the edge of the cliff, contemplating and taking everything in that has happened recently. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even. This wasn't his first time in La Push... In fact, he used to life here as a child. He sat on the edge of this very cliff with his father, after they were done playing catch long ago. Being here again wasn't exactly difficult for Ryan. But having all of those memories flood back into him was quite... odd. Memories of a time when his parents fully trusted him, memories of a time of laughter.
It wasn't that his life had been miserable after he left La Push. Just.. Very different. Ryan let out a big sigh, and flopped back onto the almost pillow-like plants. In an attempt to get his mind off of his past, he tried to think about the school he was now attending in Forks. If he had it his way, he would be back in La Push. His first couple days was rough. The curriculum there was a bit hard for Ryan, considering he never really had a stable education. He had considered dropping out a few times, but after getting repeatedly scolded by his parents, that idea fled his mind. He didn't want to give them more reasons to bitch at him.
Ryan's mind began to race, thinking of everything and anything at the same time. The word "werewolf" painted itself across the inside of Ryan's eyes. His mind skidded to a halt. He had recently discovered that he was a Werewolf. His thoughts reversed to the exact time when made this discovery. He closed his eyes, to try and get a better picture. It was in the afternoon, around 4:00. He took in the surroundings of his memories. The school parking lot. It was completely empty, except for the three well-sculpted guys standing in front of him. He remembered one face very clearly, Aiden's. Ryan let out a huff as he thought about the boy. The boy he planned on crushing like a tin can.
Now, normally Ryan wasn't into violence. But there was something about this kid that just irked him.. He didn't even know what it was himself. But, little did he know, he was no match for Aiden. Or rather, he wasn't a match for Aiden. After getting his ass smeared all over the parking lot, with Aiden's friends snickering behind him, Ryan phased. He didn't know into what, he didn't know how, and he didn't know why.
Ryan shuddered as he thought about his wolf form. In Ryan's opinion, it was a curse. In his father's opinion, it was a gift. A part of his heritage that he should hold high and marvel at. He will never understand his fathers logic. Ryan now has to make sure he doesn't lose his temper, just so he won't blow it for himself. He let out another big sigh, and rolled on his side, keeping his eyes closed, drifting into a light slumber
How'd you hear of us?:Haha uhh.. I helped make the site a little.. And I kinda like the head amin
.Will you be active?:I sure do believe I will.
Do you have any other characters on here?:Nuh uh.
Have you RP-ed this character before?:Nope.
