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ooc ; oh, come on guys - I worked so hard on this roleplay.. I don't want this to die.. There is one male spot left, and one female spot. Please tell your semi-lit friends to join..

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.xX j a c e c a l v i n a i r e s Xx.

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>>ｔｒｙｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ

ｍｙ ｈｅａｄ<<

>>ａｂｏｖｅ ｗａｔｅｒ

name; jace calvin aires
nickname; jay, jacie
pronunciation; Jay - ss Kal - vin Ehr - ays
gender; male
orientation; straight
age; seventeen
birthdate; december 8th
birthplace; breaux bridge, louisiana

"I would love to say that I was born on a nice day in may during a warm spring shower, but I cant and if I did I'd be lying. No, I was born on the freezing cold day of december eighth in the Larniurg Hospital in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. Its actually a quite interesting story, you see I was ten minutes away from being born in the parking lot of the Hospital I was born in, in an old Chevy truck my dad had bought for cheap. The truck had broken down in the road and it took him thirty minutes to get it working again, and in those thirty minutes my mother went into labor. So he went very much over the speed limit just to get her there on time and 'safely'. Yeah sure, if he'd crashed I wouldnt be telling you this. So yeah I guess that makes me a Cajun. Dont know if you think thats a good thing or a bad thing, but I dont mind it. Anyway both my parents chose my name, and since they didnt have the money to get an ultra sound they had to wait and decided my name right there and then. Obviously the last name is handed down, if you hadnt guessed. As for my middle name, I was named after my dad grampa whom had died about a year ago due to heart failure, though my mom didnt want it exactly the same, incase of bad luck, so my name was spelled 'Calvin' rather than 'Kalvin'. As for my first name, my mom had always wanted a son and had had the name picked out for years, even before my parents met, so there for I was thus named Jace Calvin Aires. I am currently seventeen years old and will be all year until the next December Eighth."

>>ｂｕｔ

ｙｏｕｒ ｓｌｏｗｌｙ<<

>>ｄｒｏｗｎｉｎｇ ｍｅ

weight; one hundred and seveteen
height; about five feet, four
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eye colour; greyish blue
hair colour; blonde, occasionally with brown
hair style; boyishly long, a bit spikey at the top
tattoos; an infinity symbol on his right inside wrist
skin tone; medium skin tone
scars; one small cresent shaped one
on the bridge of his nose, a bunch others
piercings; one ear is peirced

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>>ｉｍ ｎｅｖｅｒ

ｇｕｎｎａ ｇｅｔ ｏｕｔｔａ<<

>>ｔｈｉｓ ｌａｋｅ ｏｆ ｌｉｅｓ

good traits; thoughtful, patient, quiet
bad traits; quick to anger, shy in crowds, loner personality
strengths; naturally musical, very strong
weaknesses; getting in trouble, being in a crowd
likes; singing, playing guitar
dislikes; eating squash, make up, crowds
phobias; being in the spotlight

"I suppose you want to know who I really am. You know my name, my age, all that easy stuff, but this is the more personal part, the part that shows my true colors. May as well get it done right? Though I may be thoughtful, patient, and understanding when I’m in a good mood, I have more of a loner personality because most of my life I have been the outcast, I hate being the spotlight, like with everyone looking at me, and I can be quick to anger. They say you can blame your personality on the people whom raised you, but really isn’t it your own fault? It just depends on the way you look at your situation. I generally will sit out on the beach with my guitar, writing little songs and singing. Most will say I look as if I am brooding, though Im really just sitting there, thinking about things and how to translate them into a musical note. A horrible expireince into a beautiful song. Thoughtfulness can be put into many different meanings, you may think that it means carefully reasoned or thought out well. Maybe you think it means kind, or considerate. Although I can be all those things at times, and I strive to be like that, its not how I am. I am inconsiderate and at times thoughtless and uncaring of others. Especially of the rich. I know I shouldn’t be so quick to judge, but I do anyway, its just who I am.
Surprisingly though, I am considerably patient. I would wait till the ends of the earth for the right person to bounce along. I have waited for years for my mother to stop doing what she does. And waited even longer to be able to grow up finally. Synonyms for the word ‘patience’ are forbearance, long-suffering, sufferance, and tolerance. I suppose being patient does entail some suffering, but again it really is all in how you look at it, right? Over the many years with my mother and her many boyfriends, I have learned a valuable lesson. There is reward in silence. If you are quiet all the time it makes it exceptionably hard for people to blame you for things. No one ever blames the quiet one. This works quite well in school as well. You’ll never get in trouble for being loud. I suppose the biggest reason that I stay so quiet is because when I was younger I was told so many times that I was stupid and nothing I said was worth hearing, I just started to believe it. Because believe it or not, as a kid I was bit of a spit fire.
Of course growing in the environment I did, I developed a bit of pent up anger. With no way to get rid of it, I developed my love for music, it allowed me to vent in a more constructive way. Still, though I get mad and will crack a bit, throw a punch once in a while or spit a few words out. Being in crowds, and in a spot light terrify me though, most of the time I seize up and don’t know what to say. Just the thought of all those people looking at me, and judging me, for some reason terrifies me. I want to work on it though, make it so I am not so scared and can over come the thought of everyone watching me.
As I have mentioned numerous times, I am talented when it comes to the musical aspect of things. Hand me something, and I will figure out how to make it work and work beautifully. My most fond memories are sitting in Louisiana and playing in little bands on the side. There is something about music that makes it so fascinating to me, the fact that you can play some instruments, sing some words, and that song might just change someone’s life. I rarely talk about my talent though near people. Sure I will sit on the beach and sing and play a little, but never to I talk to people about my deep passion for it all. They merely think I am a kid with a guitar. Playing does have its perks; after playing for hours and hours and as long as I have, you tend to grow muscles. So I am exceptionally strong and a bit athletic looking, as I like to run. Occasionally when I am playing guitar, and Im really getting into something, my arm veins will pop out and it looks as if there something wrong with me. Im not even really sure if that’s supposed to happen or if its okay or anything. Oh well.
Having the supposed ‘bad boy’ look along with being musical with anger issues teachers tend to pay extra attention to me. Being quiet in school can only go so far when you have a hard time controlling your anger around jocks. So I tend to get in trouble, more with other students than teachers. Im not a teachers pet and refuse to ‘talk to them about my problems’. They’d gossip it around the entire school. Teachers, male or female, are Chatty Cathy’s. "

>>ｓｏ ｊｕｓｔ

ｈｏｌｄ ｍｙ ｈａｎｄ，<<

>>ｈｅｌｐ ｍｅ ｕｐ

parents; levi charles aires and taylor renee aires
birth year; 1995
good memories; when I went to the party and met the girl of my dreams
bad memories; the first time I was beaten by my moms boyfriend
pets; none
siblings; none

>>ｃｏｓ' ｔｈｅｒｅｓ ｎｏ ｗａｙ

ｉｍ ｄｒｏｗｎｉｎｇ<<

>>ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ

crush; the girl I met
girlfriend; not anyone
ex-boyfriends; not really any
type; has to be natural and sweet, and supports my love of music if I tell her
kids; none

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