Jordan High | An Artistic Teen RP [ACCEPTING]

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Character Name: " I am called Chaya Rose Burgos, but you can call me just Chaya."
Gender: "Well I am a male just kidding I'm a girl no duh."
Area of Origin: "Just Spain"
Appearance: "Well I have wavy brown hair and brown eyes. I love to wear winged eyeliner and fake eyelashes to make my eyelashes look longer."
Age/Grade Level: "I am 16 and a sophmore."
Artistic Talent: "I am an artist like this and this are my best paintings."
Backstory: "I have had a normal life expect my dad died from cancer when I was in 3rd grade after he died I ran away for 3 days in the woods until the police found me and too me home."
Personality: "I am a fun and loving person. I love to play games like Minecraft and Happy Wheels. I also like My Little Ponies. If a friend needs help I will always be there for them."
Flaws: "I have many flaws like my english, I have a bigmouth, and some people think I am childish."
(These are not my pictures

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In the end
As we fade into the night
(oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life?

In the end
As my soul's laid to rest
What is left of my body
Or am I just a shell?
And I have fought
And with flesh and blood I commanded an army
Through it all
I have given my home for a moment of glory
(I gave it all)

In the end
As we fade into the night
(oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life
(oh whoa oh oh)
And who will remember your last goodbye
(oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die.

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to die

Born a saint
Though with every sin I still wanna be holy
I will live again
Who we are
Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies
If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory

In the end
As we fade into the night
(oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life
(oh whoa oh oh)
And who will remember your last goodbye
(oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die

In the end
As we fade into the night
(oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life
(oh whoa oh oh)
And who will remember your last goodbye
(oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die

Who will remember this last goodbye
(oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die

Not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Not not afraid
I'm not afraid to die!

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Hey, hey, we are a hurricane, drop our anchors in the storm
Hey, they will never be the same, a fire in a glass to keep us warm
'Cause they know, I know that they don't look like me
Oh, they know, I know that they don't sound like me



It took a seven-month long exhausting argument between his mother and father to decided his name. His mother wanted to name him Noel Michael after a friend of hers that died at an unfortunate young age. Michael had been an on and off boyfriend of Travie's mother and the two had just broken up for perhaps the twentieth time when Michael stormed from the house and disappeared into the night. His body was found ten feet from the crash site in a watery ditch. Its for this reason - and that the man was an ex-boyfriend of his wife's and a best friend of himself - that his father did not want his son to be named Michael but instead thought he should have a name of his own and he made his thoughts clear to his wife during one of their weekly arguments. Both fell silent till Travie's father suggested Travis Quinn and that was the end of the lover's quarrel. Many of Travis' guy friends do not call him by Travis or Quinn, but instead call him Travie after the famous billionaire singer - Travie McCoy.


September 22, eighteen years ago, Travis was brought into the corrupt and dismal world wailing like the sirens of the ambulances outside the Clark Memorial Hospitial. Every year Travis has to share his birthday with the drunk Europeans at Oktoberfest and with famous "I Love Rock N' Roll" Joan Jet. He doesn't really mind though since both are kind of a hobby of his.


Travie has always been straight, he can't say he has ever felt anything other than friendship or disdain for another guy. That does not mean that he has not pondered about how differently life would be if he were attracted to guys, he usually ends up wanting to throw up his guts in the nearest conveniant location when he begins thinking of doing sexual things with a same-sex partner. Travie has always been known as a player-who-really-isn't-a-player-because-he-is-a-virgin-and-has-only-had-four-relationships but the reason for this would probably be due to the fact that the longest of this relationships only lasted around a month before he began to doubt himself and broke off the relationship before he hurt her and then he then regrets his decision later when he sees the girl he liked so in love with some douchebag that only wants her for everything but her beautiful personality.


Travie has two minions that greet him at the door every day after school, a energetic shetland sheepdog name Swizterland and a tabby and white Scottish fold named Sparta who like Travie was raised with is opposite and now has the traits of a dog. He chases after toys, and when the mood sticks him he will return the toy to you, and run to Travie whenever he hears his voice. Both of them accompany Travie to bed, and usually take up most of the twin-sized bed.


Travie is currently on the hunt for a job since in this economy a job is difficult to find for someone with the limited knowledge and experience he has. He's hoping for something he can work part time so he can double up on jobs to save up for college and whatever other things that flutter by that catch his attention.



✔ ice shop dates
✔ foreign accents
✔ the color red
✔ birds
✔ fast food
✔ hazel eyes
✔ photography
✔ anyone shy about eye contact



✘ know-it-alls
✘ snakes
✘ paranormal movies
✘ snobs
✘ pickles
✘ extremely lazy people
✘ ocean water



Travie's wardrobe is filled to the brim with colorful and skinny jeans that his sister's have no doubt stolen on frequent occasions, loose fitting band t-shirts that have been stripped of their sleeves, and many striped articles that frequent the laundry basket and a select few converses and vans. Travie's favorite color when it comes to clothing is a light sky blue so it's not surprise that he has a striped white and blue jacket that is almost never not adorning his long limb.


Travie is easily described bubbly because, well that's just the easiest way to describe the flirtious box of smiles and jokes. He's one of those guys that love to have fun, no matter how much trouble it will get him into afterwards, a teen that making jokes at the weirdest time possible just to watch the reactions of those around him, a mischievous boy with an upside down smile that can make a girl's stomach do more flips then a professional gymnast. But even though it's no task for Travie to gain fans and friends, it's extremely difficult for him to find good friends that he is able to truly trust and be himself around because several time his 'friends' taken him for granted and just use him as a back-up friend if something doesn't go as planned. It's because of these people that treated him so that he doesn't hand out his trust like candy to children on Halloween. It takes time and patience - and some suppressed attempts at homicide - to gain his trust and after that there is no turning around. You are stuck with him like the starving stray kitten you fed a piece of your ham and cheese sandwich.

Travie might appear to be one of the most confident guys you'll ever cross paths with and because of this so called "confidence", Travis is often labeled as obnoxious - and a player by a majority girls - but there could not be a bigger lie. This confidence, of course, has a plus sides: many spontaneous adventures into the closest available off-limit location, an easy escape from the law enforcement if things go down hill, and a sweet-talker to any grumpy parentals that happen to discover any of these misadventures. Travie has a strong belief against staying crammed in a room for long periods of time and slowly developing a vampire from your lack of sunlight and vitamin D. "Live your life then after you screw everything up - then and only then - can you hide in your parent's basement and become a vampire." Sometimes having too much confidence is a bad thing though; one of the few times you will not see a confident and bubbly Travie is when he has allowed himself to sit down and partake in the viewing of a scary movie. Its not the blood, guts and gore that gets

I led the revolution in my bedroom
And I set all the zippers free
We said no more war, no more clothes
Give me peace, oh, kiss me

to him, its the paranormal stuff that makes you think you are being haunted when your cat knocks something off the counter in the kitchen. That is when he is more than likely to be found hiding his face behind the nearest being's shoulder proclaiming "turn it off!"