Post by jackson carter harper on Feb 7, 2008 17:41:28 GMT -5
[The Real You]
Alias: joel
Age: seventeen
Contact Information: PM
[Character Information]
Name: Jackson Carter Harper
Nicknames: Jack
Age: twenty-four
Grade: n/a
Clique: n/a
School: no
Financial Status: middle class
which Job?Do you have one? currently unemployed basketball coach
[She's Got Beauty From the Inside Out]
Hair Color: dark chocolate brown
Eye Color: light blue
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 207lbs.
Skin Tone: medium complexion
Overall Appearance:
Well Jack isn’t the biggest bloke ever in the world; he does have quiet a slender bodice not including his arms and legs. But his stomach is thin and delicate, with a light 6-pack shining through the skin. Starting with Jack’s head he has quite delicate features, slender cheek bones, and lightly curved lips which sometimes pout when he is trying to pull some woman or being a jerk with the guys. His shoulders and chest are well built, as he loves to spend a lot of time working out.
Jack’s stomach is much built with a six-pack showing through and muscles everywhere, which makes his stomach something people like to focus on. His legs are well built as his bodice type is athletic, he loves rugby and soccer, which explains the well built muscles in his legs. All of his muscle adds a bit of weight to his bodice, which makes him weigh, almost, 208lbs.
Although, Jack wasn’t always this good looking, when he was a kid he was a bit chubby and quite short. His best features on his face which has developed over the years is his beautiful smile, he has two great rows of pearly white straight teeth, and he has never had anything done to his teeth, no fillings or anything similar to that. Over the years Jack grew like a weed, he grew from 5’1’’ to 6’0’’ in the space of only one year. Of course, that is when basketball took over his soul and he began training to get on the team.
He does have quiet feminine facial features, like a small little nose and slender cheek bones and a delicate smile. But of course this never took Jack's charm away when he was with the ladies. He has slightly short, dark brown locks which he likes to spike up and make his head appear slightly bigger to co-operate with the rest of his bodice.
Jack will wear any type of clothing as long as he approves of his appearance. It could be anything from a simple t-shirt, jeans and sneakers or a neatly pressed suit with a pair of dress shoes, it wouldn't matter. Although, he does like to seem important and impress the ladies when he goes out to an expensive restaurant or when he's just taking a late night stroll along the beach. The good thing is Jack can get away with it thanks to his strong built figure.
Portrayal: James Lafferty
[And He's Just The Famous Class Clown]
Likes:
++Adrenaline
++Amusement parks
++Taking risks
++Women
++Relaxing
++Getting what he wants
++Coffee
++Challenges
++Working out
++Playing any active sport
++Sex
++Action/Horror/Comedy movies
++Music
++Parties
++Dancing
++Alcohol
++Money
++Sleeping in
++Swimming
Dislikes:
--Men who don't know how to treat women
--Boredom
--Being told what to do
--Rejection
--Awkward silences
--Individuals who don't know how to have fun
--Ignorance
--Terrible hygiene
--Humid weather
--Annoying individuals
--Organizing every little thing
--Anything that has peanuts
--Not getting what he wants
--Being alone
--Having bad luck
Weaknesses:
>>has a tough exterior
>>keeps some emotions hidden
Strengths:
>>basketball
>>getting to the point
>>trustworthy
>>determined worker
Fears:
>>losing his only love, again
>>dying at a young age
Wishes:
>>have a happy marriage
>>his dad was still alive
>>Riley wasn’t engaged
Favorite Childhood Memory:
>>spending time with his dad
Favorite Possession:
>>his basketball
Quirks and Habits:
>>laughing when he’s nervous
>>biting his nails when he’s stressed
>>rubbing the back of his neck when he’s stressed and/or nervous
Top Two or Three Biggest Secrets:
>>still in love with Riley
>>blames himself for his father’s death
Overall Personality:
Gentleman
The one thing Jack respects above everything else is a woman. He finds it offensive and utterly absurd when a man treats a woman like she means no importance to society. The size, appearance, personality, etc. doesn't matter to Jack. He was brought up to respect all women, even if they didn't have the slightest respect for him. He completely despises all men who abuse, rape or harm women in any way and Jack will take action if he witnesses a women being harmed in any way.
Cold-hearted
Surprisingly, Jack can be very stern and act like a complete jerk. You don't want to see this side of him, ever. Committing simple actions to annoy him would not be a very genius idea. If you're the target of his enraged attitude, you're in big trouble. He will stop at nothing to make your life a complete misery and ruin your reputation. Now, if you're not his target, it would be wise to keep it that way and mind your own business when Jack is in a terrible mood.
Jovial
Even though Jack has a very unpleasant side, he also has a very pleasant side. He can be quite the comedian whenever he's in a good mood and he absolutely adores to make people smile and laugh. He loves to smile and have a good laugh every once in awhile, himself. When he's in one of his jovial moods, Jack will be up and willing to do anything you would like him to do, as long as it's not something revolting. He will do anything to assist someone in need of help and will attempt to make even the more depressed individuals smile.
Out of Control
Jack can be so obnoxious and wild that it's extremely possible to imagine how much he enjoys partying and clubbing. He's usually the life of parties and seems to not know his boundaries. Although, he does know them but he chooses not to abide by them. Jack is very impulsive and spontaneous, he never really thinks out an action before he does it and it tends to get him into rather big trouble.
Impatient
Unfortunatly, Jack cannot sit still for a long period of time and despises boredom with a passion. The only way to get rid of boredom is to find excitement so that's exactly what he does, he seeks out excitement. Which means taking risks, breaking rules, etc. all in the name of having fun. So Jack's up for anything really, only if it involves taking serious risks.
[Family]
Mom: Elizabeth Lanes-Harper
Dad: Nicholas Harper [deceased]
Brothers: n/a
Sisters: n/a
Any Other Important Relatives: n/a
Pets: n/a
[We've All Got a Story Behind That Pretty Smile]
Hometown: Strange Town, Georgia
Overall History:
Around twenty-three or twenty-four years ago, Nicholas Harper and Elizabeth Lanes were, happily, married. They were completely love struck the second they met with each other and were committed to their relationship every since that day. Their wedding was absolutely stunning and it was better than what they had expected it to be. To make things even more jovial, Elizabeth soon found that she was pregnant, about five months after the wedding.
Yes, the ecstatic couple was even more thrilled when they had their first-born son, Jackson Carter Harper. Nicholas was completely thrilled, as was Elizabeth but having a son was what Nicholas really hoped for, so he and Jack could have father-son time and such. Indeed, Jack did enjoy the time he spent with his father but, as time passed, he soon lost interest of hanging out with him and moved onto kids his age, not even bothering to spend any time with his father. With Nicholas having such a tight knit career made it even worse, considering it seemed as though he had barely anytime to even greet Jack. But, out of guilt, he would spend some alone time with his son, whether it was spent watching a movie or playing a game of catch on the front lawn.
As the years passed, Jack grew a bit more distant from his father. He could never understand why Nicholas would barely spend any of his free time with Jack and that caused his temper to overflow. Soon, he commenced his rebellious stage, pulling terrible pranks on his parents and neighbors and doing stupid and dangerous stunts, and he would not listen to his parents scolding, no matter how angry the got at him. The adrenaline Jack received from breaking the "rules" of his household gave him a confident, powerful feeling, as if he had conquered a new skill. He was victorious throughout the remainder of his rebellious stage, considering Nicholas and Elizabeth gave up on attempting to scold him and just warned him to be careful and not to get into trouble. He was a troublemaker and a clear object of stress for his parents but, finally, he started to see the pain he was causing them. Soon, Jack lowered his need for adrenaline and forced himself to, at least, try to behave, which was extremely hard.
After entering high school, a horrible event occurred in Jack's life. It was around two in the morning when someone called their household, informing Elizabeth of Nicholas' accidental death. He had been working at the construction site for hours, and it was clear that he was becoming a bit exhausted but he forced himself to continue working for the money. A co-worker of his was being quite careless, rushing to get the job done so she could return home, and was operating a heavy machine. The supplies the machine was carrying slipped from the platform and buried Nicholas, crushing his entire body.
Jack was awoken for his mother's sobs that night and went to comfort her; oblivious to why she was so upset. When she was finally able to tell him, a strong fog of guilt surrounded him. He was unable to even speak, there was so many regretful actions flooding his mind. He blamed himself for Nicholas' death, for an unknown reason, and still does. It didn't how much his mother attempted to convince him otherwise, Jack just wouldn't listen. The truth was he only blamed himself for his father's death because he hadn't had a good relationship with him; he never put the effort into making time to spend with him.
Even though this incident had a big impact on his life, another thing also had the same effect, but in a good sort of way. And that thing was the newly found relationship with Riley Mackay. All through high school, the two stuck together like glue. Yes, they did have their fair share of arguments, but that was a normal thing in a healthy relationship. Everything was amazing and such, until they graduated high school. After entering college and having their relationship slowly break down, Riley and Jack decided it was best to end it, even if they didn’t really want to do so.
This pained Jack greatly but as a year or so flew by, his large guilt trip began to calm down and he soon realized how foolish he was acting. He was wasting his life away, holding onto his past, and not experiencing any of the chances, dreams and hopes waiting for him. He moved to Los Angeles, to start fresh with his life and try to make something of himself. After a lot of work and serious time consuming thought, Jack soon found the career of his dreams, which was a high school basketball coach. It was like the job was simply made for him. He found it fun and challenging; two things he had always looked for in a job. A few years later, he had become a very successful coach and was earning quite a fair amount of cash through his weekly checks. He was absolutely thrilled with everything occurring in his newly found life and he didn't possible imagine that it could get any better, that is until he met her.
Roxanne Montgomery, he had met her getting his weekly groceries. They were both in line, one in front of the other, waiting to purchase their food items and it was obvious that the cashier was new, considering the line was barely even budging. A conversation soon commenced between Jack and Roxanne, mostly small talk really, until the line had shortened in length. After that, they kept bumping into each other everywhere and soon became friends. Their friendly relationship was great, Jack couldn't remember the last person he had been so close with.
One night, the two decided to take a late night stroll and enjoy the cool air. It was just like any other time Roxanne and Jack would spend time together; they were chatting, laughing and enjoying each others' company. Of course, being the gentleman he is, Jack placed his jacket over her shoulders, in case she was a bit cold. One thing lead to another and, eventually, the two ended up waking up beside each other the next morning. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward at all, it gave Jack an incredible feeling, something he had never really experienced before. It was like his heart felt light as a feather; like he was falling for her.
Their new relationship continued and only grew more and more each moment they spent together. From how close they were getting, Jack knew they were meant to be. Finally they were engaged and then wed. At first, it was amazing but then it started to go down the drain. Their relationship wasn't always picture perfect, considering they did have their fair amount of arguments, and it only continued to get worse.
About a year later, Roxanne informed Jack that she was leaving him. That not only surprised Jack but he, also, wasn’t as hurt as he thought he would be. So, he freaked out, which wasn't the best thing to do. Who could blame him? He didn’t exactly expect Roxanne to actually divorce him. Sure, Jack was good and ready to leave her and get on with his life, but he think she would be the one to leave him. Jack moved out of the apartment he had shared with Roxanne, and fled back to Strange Town, in hopes of continuing his career without any other distractions. Of course, that was highly unlikely, considering he was reunited with a few high school friends, including his high school lover, Riley.
He still has those same feelings he shared with her back in high school, but there’s a big problem in the way, Riley’s fiancé. Jack was shocked when he first found out about this, but held his smile, not wanting to seem like a pathetic idiot. So, now he has an issue to deal with; how will he ever get Riley back if she’s engaged to this other guy?
Interesting Facts:
>>allergic to peanuts
>>was married once before
[ShakeTramp]
Other: nope
Read the Rules: All for one.
Rp Sample:
Smoke pursued its' way through partially parted lips, floating away until it vanished, blending in with the cool air. A cigarette was placed between those same parted lips, inhaling more of the cancerous smoke. The somewhat plump, faded pink lips belonged to, eighteen year old, Cohen Rhynes. The young man had decided to take a stroll along the boardwalk and enjoy the fresh air while he could. Of course, a few of his friends were probably having a great time somewhere, but Cohen decided to take a break from his friends and such. All he wanted to do was just hang out and take it easy.
He exhaled another cloud of smoke as he leaned on the wooden railing of the boardwalk, his brown eyes grazing over the ocean below. He had always wondered why everything seemed so peaceful and quiet at the beach. Everything was just so silent, besides the many pedestrians talking, hysterically, about one thing and then the next. Cohen heaved a low sigh at his thoughts, the blazing sun reflecting a sort of gleam onto his sunglasses, and finished the last of his cigarette, tossing it to the wooden boards beneath his feet. He squished what was left of the cigarette beneath the toe of his newly polished, dark brown shoes and shoved his hands into the pockets of his gray dress pants. No, there was no special event Cohen was dressed up for, he just enjoyed to look fancy and important every once in awhile.
A slight breeze caused the light pink dress shirt he was wearing, underneath his gray jacket, to rustle, slightly. The first three buttons were undone, partially showing his toned chest, and the wind sent a small chill down his spine as it washed over his bare skin. Even though it was quite warm out, Cohen was enjoying every minute of the chilled breeze, the many different pleasant aromas mixing together gave him a delighted feeling. He turned around, his back leaning against the wooden railing, and began to observe the strangers in the area, watching them laugh, cry, communicate with each other and whatever else they were doing. It was exactly like when he was a kid, watching pedestrians pass him by, except neither of his parents were there with him and he was more than glad about that fact.
The disgusting after taste of tobacco soon met his tastebuds, causing him to check all of his pockets for any sign of gum. Of course, there was none, so now he would have to meander along the boardwalk to find some, or anything else that would rid of the nasty taste. That shouldn't be a problem, he thought, his almond shaped brown eyes scanning the small shops as he walked, at a slow pace, along the boardwalk. Soon, the ice cream shop came into view. Even though Cohen was in search of something more along the lines of candy, ice cream sounded good to him, right now.
He entered the shop, not bothering to remove his sunglasses, and examined the different flavors of ice cream before ordering one that he liked, but wasn't his favorite. Strawberry was his favorite but they seemed to be out, so he made due with vanilla, which was packed into a surgar cone, of course. After receiving his ice cream, Cohen moved away from the crowded area and settled himself into a chair farther away from the entrance of the shop, assuming someone would most likely bump into him while he attempted to enjoy his ice cream. He leaned over the small table, slightly, careful not to drop any of the ice cream onto his suit.
He exhaled another cloud of smoke as he leaned on the wooden railing of the boardwalk, his brown eyes grazing over the ocean below. He had always wondered why everything seemed so peaceful and quiet at the beach. Everything was just so silent, besides the many pedestrians talking, hysterically, about one thing and then the next. Cohen heaved a low sigh at his thoughts, the blazing sun reflecting a sort of gleam onto his sunglasses, and finished the last of his cigarette, tossing it to the wooden boards beneath his feet. He squished what was left of the cigarette beneath the toe of his newly polished, dark brown shoes and shoved his hands into the pockets of his gray dress pants. No, there was no special event Cohen was dressed up for, he just enjoyed to look fancy and important every once in awhile.
A slight breeze caused the light pink dress shirt he was wearing, underneath his gray jacket, to rustle, slightly. The first three buttons were undone, partially showing his toned chest, and the wind sent a small chill down his spine as it washed over his bare skin. Even though it was quite warm out, Cohen was enjoying every minute of the chilled breeze, the many different pleasant aromas mixing together gave him a delighted feeling. He turned around, his back leaning against the wooden railing, and began to observe the strangers in the area, watching them laugh, cry, communicate with each other and whatever else they were doing. It was exactly like when he was a kid, watching pedestrians pass him by, except neither of his parents were there with him and he was more than glad about that fact.
The disgusting after taste of tobacco soon met his tastebuds, causing him to check all of his pockets for any sign of gum. Of course, there was none, so now he would have to meander along the boardwalk to find some, or anything else that would rid of the nasty taste. That shouldn't be a problem, he thought, his almond shaped brown eyes scanning the small shops as he walked, at a slow pace, along the boardwalk. Soon, the ice cream shop came into view. Even though Cohen was in search of something more along the lines of candy, ice cream sounded good to him, right now.
He entered the shop, not bothering to remove his sunglasses, and examined the different flavors of ice cream before ordering one that he liked, but wasn't his favorite. Strawberry was his favorite but they seemed to be out, so he made due with vanilla, which was packed into a surgar cone, of course. After receiving his ice cream, Cohen moved away from the crowded area and settled himself into a chair farther away from the entrance of the shop, assuming someone would most likely bump into him while he attempted to enjoy his ice cream. He leaned over the small table, slightly, careful not to drop any of the ice cream onto his suit.