Post by jayjay on Sept 6, 2011 12:09:19 GMT -5
JaysonJ o s e p h Bouvier
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'Cause I know there's sunshine beyond that rain.
I know there's good times beyond that pain.
Heaven, tell me how I can make a change?
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Nickname/Alias[/color]:JayJay
Sex[/color]:Male
Age[/color]:15
Sexual Orientation[/color]:Bisexual
Member Group[/color]:Psychic
Canon or Original[/color]:Original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Blonde
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'4 and 120lbs
Body Type[/color]:Slim/muscular
Distinguishing Features[/color]:None
Face Claim[/color]:Justin Bieber
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
[li]Being loud, making his appearance known.
[/li][li]Being able to speak french
[/li][li]Climbing trees
[/li][li]His talents, playing guitar, and singing.
[/li][li]Jayson likes to write, poems and songs.
[/li][li]Being Christian, Praying
[/li][li]Candy, lots of it
[/li][li]Being treated fair
[/li][li]large groups
[/li][li]Nice, and Honest People
[/li][li]Being different
Dislikes[/color]:
[/li][li]School
[/li][li]Staying in one place too long
[/li][li]Loud distracting noises
[/li][li]Being mocked or made fun of
[/li][li]Being shy around girls
[/li][li]Not knowing exactly what is going on
[/li][li]Catchy melodies
[/li][li]Loud noises
[/li][li]Mood swings
[/li][li]Being picked on
[/li][li]When people stair at him
Strength[/color]:
[/li][li]Empathy and Premonitions
[/li][li]Being able to feel others emotions (Yet sometimes its hard to handle
[/li][li]Determination
[/li][li] His innocent looks
[/li][li] This ablility to talk to anyone
Weaknesses[/color]:
[/li][li]Having A hyper disorder (A.D.H.D)
[/li][li]Seeing things that he doesn't want to before they happen
[/li][li]Having trouble with being able to control fully his empathy
[/li][li] Getting distracted easliy
[/li][li] Getting Jealous
Fears[/color]:
[/li][li]Being alone
[/li][li]Eternal darkness
[/li][li]Growing too close to someone, catching feelings for the wrong person
Secrets[/color]: If You knew that it wouldn't be a secret would it now?
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Jayson gets excited and talks fast he tends to lose people. When he gets angry he goes off talking in French.
Overall Personality[/color]:Jayson's personality is quite unique he is a giver. He likes to help people despite his Powers. He is always getting into trouble not that he really cares he likes the rush. He is quite hyper active. ADHD causes this boy to not be able to sit still for his life. This is always why he can be slow to respond or seem quite naive at times. When around his friends he can act quite crazy and mischievous. He is always hyper, out going and likes to be the center of attention when it comes be being a little trickster.
When it comes to his school he doesn't like to sit still, JayJay doesn't have a very long attention spand, he like to stare out the wondow at the squirrels. He is always nice unless he gets crossed. When angry he can be cocky and arrogant. He is a bit Bi-Polar. When it comes to friends he is talkative and has trouble shutting up. When alone he likes to sing and dance to himself and learn more on controlling his powera because this, is a little more serious.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]:Kassia LalaVorte (Dececed)
Fathers Name[/color]:Joseph Bouvier
Siblings[/color]:None
Overall History[/color]: Jayson grew up in a small town in Montreal Canada. His mother; was a sweet woman. Always trying to find the best in the little she was given. She was a working woman. Jayson's father was an abusive alcoholic, that made Jayson's mother wait on him hand and foot. When Jayson was young he was emotionally scared by the way his father would act, toward the woman he called Mother. He never understood the brutal beating, for the small things he did, it was all so confusing. Why did bad things happen to good people? But she always kept a smile and sung in the French language.
When Jayson was 10 he started 3rd grade. He was poorer; with only his mother supporting three people a home and a dog the funds were limited. one day at school Jayson walked over to a girl; he long blonde hair blew in the wind as he walked over to her, she was holding a guitar. She strummed the chords so gracefully. Interested he smiled and introduced himself as Jayson. The little girl smiled as she introduced herself as Ariella. As he was fascinated with her gift to play this music so well he started to hum. Jayson soon found her behind him as he placed the instrument in his hands. She took her hand over his as the world around him became black and white he saw something.
Ariella being in a closed place; as the men with wings came and took her, a howling scream and a bright light and Poof.
As The boy came back to reality he looked into her green eyes. Unable to understand what he just say he was a little freaked out. "Dear JayJay, it is okay this is normal for those of us whom slowly fallen." He closed his eyes as he held the guitar trying to see more. When he opened them he was alone. Jayson confused took the guitar and looked for her, but nothing. Finally the night he looked up the word. 'Fallen' the term was used in reference to Angels. The he would take time looking up visions. He was soon to find that what he had with the small girl was called a premonition. This was called a gift and a curse. After a while he fell asleep.
Living on through the school year. Thing got tight at home. Jayson's Mother had told him they were moving to the states, way south. So a few months had past and Jay's family arrived in Texas. It was hot. One day Jayson took a walk into town. 13 years of age under his belt. He walked into a park where he sat under a shady tree and pulled out his guitar. Since he was young he slowly taught himself how to play. Then he looked up to see a beautiful girl. Her hair long and red cascaded into her face, her brown eyes sparkled and her rosy cheeks bones high on her face as she danced a little to the melody. She was clearly a little older than him. Jayson smile as she took a seat next to him. His song coming to a pause as he smiled introducing himself as "JayJay." She smiled and gave him her name Jolie. She leaned over him touching his hand as she greeted him.
Flash as his mind took over everything went into black and white as he saw Himself and Jolie, hanging out, at a lake. The fire works, telling secrets the images were on going.
Jayson caught up with his mind as she smiled and leaned on him. He was nervous as she was friendly. He then felt something different. He felt happiness, joy, and a bit of enthusiasm. This was clearly not what he was feeling. Was this a part of his premonitions? The street lights came on as JayJay asked to walk his new best friend home. He did and continued his journey back to his own home. When he got there he went directly upstairs. He was looking up, the definition of what he thought h felt. Empathy was the word; another gift. As he head a bottle break down stairs he flew down them. His mother on one side of the room and his father on the other.
The lights dimmed The tension grew as Jayson watch his father throw the wine bottle as his mother hitting her and stunning her as she came out of shock she slipped and took a deadly fall breaking her neck, on the red wine that stained the floor.
The neighbors must have called the police due to the noise. His father being taken away and the police took Jayson to the station. Social Services. Jayson didn't want to think about an orphanage. With time he grew depression in this new place of many other children. The staff at the child center couldn't understand what was wrong. Getting Jayson involved with Psychiatrist. He was then transfered to a youth mental facility. There he stayed for a long time learning how to control his power of premonition, and empathy. After a year of observation age 14 and a half Jayson was sent back to the orphanage.
One day a woman came in looking for a child to adopt. She wanted a spacial one as she spoke to her translator in French. Jayson smiled, it reminded him of his own mother as he looked out the window, his guitar on his back. The children were playing at high school. The yard was full of kids as he looked to try to speak anyone. The woman walked over to Jayson, her broken English accent made him smile. "Bonjour mon nom est Jayson." He spoke as the woman asked him if he wanted a home, and to join those kids at the high school. He smiled brightly, his first real smile, not one forced by mania, for the first time in a while. She signed the papers and took him home. The house was huge. The woman welcomed him. And this is where the boy named Jayson, called JayJay's journey begins.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
Roleplay Sample[/color]:It was another awesome day, school ended at 3:30 all this switching schools with travels was getting to be regular as JayJay walked out the big building into the world. He made his way home throwing on his black slacks, his white silk button down shirt, and his black bow tie flipping his hair to the side. Working at 5. Jay ran to bathroom reaching into the medicine cabinet, yuck, but he couldn't be too apparently hyper he looked at the orange pill bottle that ready 30mgs of Adderall. As he took one walking down stairs he grabbed a can of Mountain Dew from the fridge. Heading to the door
"Je vais au travail. Je serai la maison plus tard Maman" Jayson said, which meant he was heading to work letting his mother know.
As he popped the orange pill and chugged down some soda he walked the street Jayson walked with a skip in each step as he made it into town. He smiled and waved to everyone as he sung to himself cheery making his way to the door. With a sigh and a fresh breath he checked his watch perfectly on time. He walked to the back room putting on his apron checking the table schedule. He had the tables near the window. They were close to the bar, another evening near the drunks. Only reason he had this job was cause his adopted mother knew the owner well. Jay picked up a tray and his notepad as he waved to his manager happily.
Jayson saw the bar there were many people of the Irish decent watching the game on the small flat screen T.vs. The screams and clinks of the shot glasses that demanded more liquor. He made his way over to the table.
"Bonjour, I am Jayson, I'll be your waiter tonight, the house special is a steak tip salad marinated in Italian dressing. May I get you started with bread and drinks Ey?" Jay spoke clear his Canadian accent was apparent.
As he listened to the orders he wrote them down with a smile and a nod making is way to the drink station followed by the kitchen. As he waited for the bread he felt nothing, no Premonitions, not a feeling on Empathy, maybe tonight would be a good one. He tapped his foot and clicked his pen as he waited soon he returned to the table with the bread and drinks, though the family wasn't ready to quite yet order he'd give them time as he made his round around the tables the minutes passing quickly. Was it going to be another normal night? Jayson looked to the bouncer at the door, this was a restaurant slash bar, nothing yet as he placed orders in the kitchen listening to the sounds of laughter and cheering for the football team on screen, he felt nothing. [/size]
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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