Post by jason alex bohen on Mar 21, 2011 3:14:46 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
JASONALEXBOHEN
JASONALEXBOHEN
[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: jason alex bohen
AGE: eighteen
BIRTHDAY: october 31st
GENDER: male
SPECIES: angel
ORIENTATION: bi
OCCUPATION: ---DRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: five foot eight
WEIGHT: 155 lbs.
BUILD: very skinny
HAIR: bronze
EYES: blue
INK AND PIERCINGS: none
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
PLAY-BY: cameron ugh
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS:
`pain
`spiders
`the dark
LIKES:
`sketching
`reading
`playing guitar
DISLIKES:
`swimming
`scary movies
`arrogance
STRENGTHS:
`determined
`stubborn
WEAKNESSES:
`timid
`love
DEEPEST SECRET: everyone has one. what is it?
PERSONALITY: cameron is very shy, always sitting in the shadows or doing a solo activity. he's not anti-social, he's neutral about if he's alone or in a group. when first getting to know him he's very shy, barely talks though has a flirtatious air about him. as if everything he does is flirting even when he's not. cameron is one of the nicest people around, never raising his voice or getting angry or getting violent. he's basically a sweetheart and turns absolutely crazy if you really get to know him. he becomes outgoing, physical and is definitely a jokester.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: lily bohen - age - didn't work
FATHER: lucas bohen - deceased - lawyer
SIBLINGS: none.
CHILDREN: none.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.
HISTORY: cameron was born to a typical american family. he wasn't wealthy but he wasn't poor. though his parents were really big on education, but that wasn't something cameron was good at so he got punished a lot for getting bad grades. he never actually failed a class, but there were a lot of Ds on his report cards. as cameron grew up his parents realized that he had dyslexia, ADHD and OCD. that was when he was twelve, ever since then he has had to take medicine everyday for it which helped him bring his grades up. though cameron wasn't really the child that his parents wanted. he liked to dye his hair, wear eyeliner, paint his nails black which they forbid him to do. though cameron wasn't about to let them stop him from being himself so he disobeyed all the time, his parents not able to control him. cameron wasn't really a bad kid, he just didn't feel a connection with his parents, who just wanted a brown haired, brown eyed kid that was skinny and a typical american kid when cameron was clearly not.
when cameron turned seventeen he moved out prematurely from his parents after they finally gave up on trying to control what he did. he first started noticing that he was into both guys and girls at this time, when he moved in with a male roommate he fell in love. though the guy didn't swing like that and when cameron made a move he was kicked out of the apartment. right after that he had his eighteenth birthday, he got a job and lived at a run down apartment and barely got by. he kept in touch with his family, though nothing more than polite exchanges. because he lives in a bad neighborhood, one day when he was on his way home from work he got jumped and was murdered.
after his death he was sent back to earth as an angel. no one that he knew in his life know that he's alive and he wasn't attached enough to anyone that he needed to tell them he was alive. he misses his parents, yes but they wouldn't welcome his resurrection as an angel so he didn't bother telling them.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is brooke and I've been roleplaying for six years out of the fifteen years I've been living. I found this site by jericka and I'm glad to be here. I play ono one else as well! By the way, I read the rules. password removed by admin
RP SAMPLE!
Jess looked up slightly and squinted as the blue sky stared down at him, the big yellow ball of fire beating down warmth on the world. The dark haired angel had to admit that earth was boring, there was nothing really to do. Of course he could fly around, but he couldn’t do so in front of humans or they would have a heart attack or something. They were so weak. Jess tended to block out the part of his human life that still lingered in his brain, that still popped into his minds eye when he was sleeping. The memories that caused him to wake up in a cold sweat, shivering and leaving him not wanting to go back to sleep. These weren’t pleasant memories, they were hauntings and were something that Jess always tried to shut out of his mind. They weren’t worth lingering over, the past was the past and however much it wanted to, Jess wouldn’t let it take over his life like they were trying so hard to do. Though when he was cast down from heaven he was told that he had to make everything right and if he did so earlier than when his term was up he could return back to where he belonged. A hand raised to press slightly on the bridge of his nose, wondering where the hell he actually belonged. When he went back to heaven he knew he would just get kicked out again, maybe he could just get reincarnated instead of just living this cycle over and over again. That was something Jess just couldn’t live with, getting kicked out numerous times and just living on earth as an angel. That just wouldn’t fly.
As the tall boy leaned against the rock, his wings provided cushion for him. He honestly didn’t care who saw them or not, there was always the ‘i’m in a halloween costume’ excuse if a human came by and started hyperventilating. It was awful how many humans would have a legit heart attack if Jess just walked up to them and started flying. They just wouldn’t believe it. He also thought it was amusing just how many would be jealous and want to be able to fly like him, asking him to make them what he was. Though it was a rule to keep his wings hidden or fire would come smite him, some punishment like that. Jess’s ears told him that someone was walking down the path to the lake, his body tensed up slightly, being ready to hide his wings if need be. Though as the being got closer his senses told him that the being was an angel, like him. Supernaturals all had their own sixth sense of being able to tell if another supernatural was in their presence. It was an interesting sixth sense that Jess thought was useful in tight situations and was annoying in others.
He stayed relaxed on the rock, his dark gaze flickering back and forth as he read. There was no use in going up to the other angel, it sounded as if the other being was on its way to the rock anyway. Jess knew that he wasn’t the only one that came to the rock to just relax. Sometimes when he was on his way to this tranquil spot he noticed someone else on it and just left, not wanting to have any company or have to put the effort to talk and be nice. Jess could be classified under the list as a loner, not wanting to ever talk to anyone just in case he found that he liked them. He couldn’t risk feeling anything for anyone, especially if they were human since they grew old and died much quicker than expected. Plus he couldn’t be someone’s friend for over a couple years since they would start noticing how he didn’t age and that would raise unwanted problems. Thank goodness the people that he once knew were no longer alive and were either in heaven or hell. He had been careful to avoid any contact with any of his friends or family during his time in heaven. Though he had gotten notices that they wanted to see him and just talk to him, but he couldn’t make himself face them even in his memories. How could he face them when they were right in front of him? The sound of the girls voice startled him slightly as he got lost in his thoughts, forgetting that she was approaching. A twisted smile appeared on his face as he sat up, placing the small book back in his breast pocket along with it’s blue inked pen. “Well hello there. No worries, I certainly don’t own this rock I couldn’t make you leave even if i wanted to.” He crossed his legs and smiled down at her, great now he had to strike up a conversation with the girl.
As the tall boy leaned against the rock, his wings provided cushion for him. He honestly didn’t care who saw them or not, there was always the ‘i’m in a halloween costume’ excuse if a human came by and started hyperventilating. It was awful how many humans would have a legit heart attack if Jess just walked up to them and started flying. They just wouldn’t believe it. He also thought it was amusing just how many would be jealous and want to be able to fly like him, asking him to make them what he was. Though it was a rule to keep his wings hidden or fire would come smite him, some punishment like that. Jess’s ears told him that someone was walking down the path to the lake, his body tensed up slightly, being ready to hide his wings if need be. Though as the being got closer his senses told him that the being was an angel, like him. Supernaturals all had their own sixth sense of being able to tell if another supernatural was in their presence. It was an interesting sixth sense that Jess thought was useful in tight situations and was annoying in others.
He stayed relaxed on the rock, his dark gaze flickering back and forth as he read. There was no use in going up to the other angel, it sounded as if the other being was on its way to the rock anyway. Jess knew that he wasn’t the only one that came to the rock to just relax. Sometimes when he was on his way to this tranquil spot he noticed someone else on it and just left, not wanting to have any company or have to put the effort to talk and be nice. Jess could be classified under the list as a loner, not wanting to ever talk to anyone just in case he found that he liked them. He couldn’t risk feeling anything for anyone, especially if they were human since they grew old and died much quicker than expected. Plus he couldn’t be someone’s friend for over a couple years since they would start noticing how he didn’t age and that would raise unwanted problems. Thank goodness the people that he once knew were no longer alive and were either in heaven or hell. He had been careful to avoid any contact with any of his friends or family during his time in heaven. Though he had gotten notices that they wanted to see him and just talk to him, but he couldn’t make himself face them even in his memories. How could he face them when they were right in front of him? The sound of the girls voice startled him slightly as he got lost in his thoughts, forgetting that she was approaching. A twisted smile appeared on his face as he sat up, placing the small book back in his breast pocket along with it’s blue inked pen. “Well hello there. No worries, I certainly don’t own this rock I couldn’t make you leave even if i wanted to.” He crossed his legs and smiled down at her, great now he had to strike up a conversation with the girl.
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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