Post by jay craig moore , on Jul 4, 2008 9:54:48 GMT -5
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JAY CRAIG MOORE
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: jay craig moore
NICKNAMES?: j jay the jet plane, sexy. aha none really.
AGE: twenty one
GRADE: sophomore
GENDER: penis
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
OCCUPATION: none at the moment, he's just leachin` off his parents pretty much. he's not good with that whole working scene, but sooner or later he'll get a job.
SOCIAL STATUS: upper-middle class,
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HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 147
HAIR: Jay's hair. Oh how does Jay love his hair. Probably the second longest thing for him to get ready in the morning, coming in a close second compared to him picking out his outfits. But his hair is probably what he loves most about himself. It covers his right eye, and it just has that whole 'emo kid' look to it, if your into labels and all that nasty shit. But if you add a hat, or a beanie to it, it'll look pretty rad. Even when it grows out he finds his hair amazing. It's a very dark brown, natural at that. If you ever watched 'Ask a gay guy, how i do my hair' Jay's hair getting ready is pretty much the exacty same thing, except he's not gay. He just has a major respect for keeping his hair fresh to death.
EYES: At far as Jay knows; his eyes own. They're a chestnut brown. They can be the warmest, most inviting thing you've ever seen or the coldest, most hateful eyes. It all just depends on who you are. But there's one thing for sure, they're deep. You can look in them and get lost. He just has that stare that can pull you in. For people with brown eyes, having something stand out about them can be pretty hard. But not for Jay. His eyes are 'natural beauties'.
BODY TYPE: He's short. Extremely short at that. He 'towers' only at about 5'7. And compared to the six feet and taller guys around here, that's extremely short. His height doesn't bother him though, it never really affects him. The only time it really would when he's getting picked on for it. But hey, in his eyes, they're just haters. Jay is very picky about his weight. He's a skinny boy, but, truthfully, he could probably have a little more muscle on him. He's more for not eating for a day or two then going to the gym. But it's just a bad habit. Either way, he is extremely bothered when he gains more then three pounds. He has a bad self image and thinks he's fat, when in reality he just is skin and bones that would look better with some muscle.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: If you didn't know, Jay is the king of unfinished tattoos. He has a ton, but none of them really complete. He has a few on his hands, and a few straying to his chest. He doesn't have complete sleeves, but he's close enough with only a few gaps. He has a lot of the nightmare before Christmas, and a second star to the right one from his favorite movies. As for piercings? He's not really for them, he doesn't see the purpouse of them. At least with tattoos you can express yourself.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Jay will probably wear anything. He'll wear anything that will make him stand out. He loves bright colors and loud patterns. There isn't any specific brands he wears; but there is a few specific things he loves to wear. Hoodies. Hoodies. Hoodies. Who doesn't like hoodies? Even when its way hot outside, Jay loves to wear hoodies. They can keep you warm, and most of the ones he has are very loud. Most hoodies that he knows of are loud and they have way cool patterns and designs on them. Simply; Jay loves hoodies. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. He could be on that stupid YouTube video. His obsession isn't girly, it's just that shoes are the shit. They're another thing that you can probably find a million varieties and a gazillion different patterns and colors. You can never have enough, and you can probably find at least 3 pairs of shoes for one outfit. It's crazy, and that's why Jay likes them.
OVERALL: Jay's overall style is LOUD. Anything to get him recognized he shall wear. His style is pretty god damn fresh, and he loves to find and wear things from the 80s. His hair is his favorite part of his body, taking more then extra care of it. He has many tattoos covering a wide range of his body, but most of them are unfinished. The big thing for Jay's outfits and styles are what he's inspired by, which is everything. After all, Jay is everything. With all of his looks he got going for him, no wonder why he's so self centered. But just to let you know, there is more to him then just that.
FACE CLAIM: pete wentz
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PERSONALITY:
- GENERAL. Personality is something that you can sure say that Jay has a whole bunch of. You can't use just one word to describe Jay. Yet, it's like that with pretty much everyone. But Jay, once again, he's different. There are two different sides of him. There's the side that you know and love, then there's the side that he doesn't want anybody else to see.
- COCKY. On the outside, Jay is such a cocky kid. He's loud and arrogant. He thinks that he's the best at everything. He thinks that he can get any girl that he wants. He just thinks that he's the best overall. He tends to joke about it a lot, but some how he makes you believe that he's just that great. He just has this charm to him, the second you meet him you think 'Wow this kid sure has a lot to bring to the table;
- LOUD AS FUCK. Like I said, he's loud. He never thinks before he speaks, that being a large downfall. Time after time he just said things before he thought about it, and gotten himself into way big trouble. And about 99.9% of the time he does it for attention. At first he could control his little shouting out ordeals, but now, its just an automatic thing.
- TOO GOOD FOR CARING. But not like he cares. He's too good for caring. He's to cool for caring, to cool for feeling. He's getting in trouble? Fuck that shit. He doesn't care what people do to get him to stop. He'll do whatever the fuck he wants. He knows what’s best for him. And he knows when rules are bullshit. So when he says something and he gets in trouble, he gets pissed off and starts yelling and complaining about it without thinking, getting himself in more trouble. But at the end of the day? No regrets buddy.
- MR.LOVAH LOVAH. Jay is a little manwhore if you do say so yourself. Ladies Love Jay. Jay loves the ladies. It just works. He isn't too great at keeping a relationship lasting, but great at hiding an affair. He tends to get bored when he's just with one lady, and he tends to get what you might call good ol`fashon peer pressure. And he gives into it. Most people doubt that he can last in a relationship, and once he gets himself into one he's like 'yeah, you guys are full of shit' but eventually it gives in and he ends up being a mothafucking cheater. That's why he's open with everyone, he isn't looking for any relationshit out of yaa.
- LIAR, LIAR. Ha, if you believed any of that, you’re full of complete bullshit now. Jay doesn't think he's great at all. He just has this wall built up oh so high. He has this wall of protection, this wall of greatness. And this wall, he can never get hurt. He'll act like he's the toughest, most cool guy here, but really; he's the most insecure guy you'll ever meet. He always worries what people will think of him. He doesn't ever think that he's the best at anything. And he's extremely, extremely vulnerable. But he puts on this big huge show. And he's such a good liar; such a good actor; he makes people believe that he's the greatest. But, the only person he can't convince is himself. But you'll never know that. For the only secret Jay will ever keep is that one.
LOVES: himself , knowing secrets , lying , music , water , being healthy , working out , warm weather , girls , loud colors , standing out , making a scene , getting stared at , wow-ing people , making people believe his little lies , his green sk3 , AIM , myspace , late night outs , parties , rock & roll lifestyle , 80s , VH1 , making people laugh , MTV , Mad TV , Comedy Central Presents , talking on the phone , second chances , truthful people , his dog , good books , aviators , summer vacation , public speaking , getting awards , hanging out with people older then him , hooking up , the beach , concerts , orange highlighters, chap stick .
FEARS: falling in love , getting his 'real self' exposed , getting addicted to anything , getting murdered , suffocation/drowning , getting screamed at , getting caught , getting fat , becoming disliked by a lot of people, death in his family , getting heartbroken , loosing things that are important .
HABITS: random dancing , tapping his foot, biting the inside of his lip , saying he's tired when he's not , complains a lot , always late .
FLAW: he's a liar , cheater , hypocrite , two faced , can't keep many secrets , fake , loud , obnoxious, annoying , complains too much , shallow , and stubborn .
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FAMILY:
Maria Moore , 44 , Mother, Magazine Editor
Marcus Moore , 47, Father , Chief of Police
Samantha Moore , 24 , Sister , College Student
Fae Moore , 15 , Sister , High school School Student
HOMETOWN: New York , New York !
HISTORY: Maria and Marcus Moore had been married young, had there first child young, and when there first child Sam was three years old decided that they where ready to bring a new baby into the word. Oh, who would have known such a handsome little baby would come marching right out of Maria Moore's vagina on April 17'th twenty one years ago? Everyone in his family adored him when he was a little kid. It was one of those 'Ooh look, such a cute baby isn't he?' kind of things.
If you couldn't guess, little Jay grew up as a spoiled little boy. He got every toy he wanted, including a huge collection of Pokémon. As an elementary boy, he attended Lincoln Elementary. With how greatly he was treated at home, he thought he ruled the school. And oh my was he a little popular kindergartner. His parents got busy and he was introduced to another sibling, a baby girl at the age of six. But he stil remained ridiculously spoiled. He had a whole playroom dedicated to himself, seeing as he was the only male in the house. If he had shared a toy room with his sisters, he would be surrounded by Barbie’s and Polly pockets. Jay defiantly didn't want that, he was a smart little boy and knew it would happen so even at a young age he stood up for his rights.
Soon, the little family of Moore's decided to move down to Baltimore. A bunch of Jay's family lived down there, Including a set of his grandparents, two aunts, and his uncle. He was now in middle school. It was around that time where he got his first kiss, and learned a little bit more about the world. The beginning of his love of ladies started to form. Jay learned about weight, and how it was a key factor. His sister was struggling with a rollercoaster weight problem, which, quite honestly, would have never happen if she had never gotten fat. So, he learned to avoid that. Humor also came a key to him, which he developed in high school, and that he got the most laughs out of jokes that where made about how good looking he was.
And he wasn't going to lie, he did have good looks on his side, and he grew to know that about himself. But he also does know that there is way more things that he could do to improve his body. Around high school he became a whole lot more self conscious, but didn't make it noticeable for anyone. He learned to lie, making it his second language, forget Spanish. On his sophomore year, he lost his virginity. The next day him and that girl broke up, Jay having some serious commitment problem. He learned that sex was amazing though, and around that time he got the name 'drunken manwhore'.
It was also around then where him and his uncle ended up talking a whole bunch more, and his uncle being a tattoo artist hooked him up with some ink on his arm. It was certainly a thing where people would stop and stare the day after he got them done. Though he is the king of unfinished tattoos, only a few of them are actually finished. He babies out halfway, and the next week he gets an idea for another one, but babies out halfway on that one, and the cycle continues. But, he does have some crazy ink on his arm, which is all credit to his uncle, starting back late junior year.
In a nut shell, Jay doesn't have an amazing history. He's pretty much like any other kid. His parents spoiled him. In middle school his eyes opened up to the world around him. In high school he got drunk, tattooed, and laid. But his journey isn't even halfway over yet. He thought maybe his life would end once he graduated from high school, getting into a drunk car crash or something. But that didn't happen and now he's in college. He has been for a year now, starting his second , and much more stories could unfold.
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YOUR NAME; alexis !
YEARS RPING; around four and a half / five
PHRASE: across the universe [cant compare to start the machinee xD. ]
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
[ i cant believe i didn't say this sooner ]
Nothing really been new with little Miss Ava Mae. What had she been doing on such a lovely Monday afternoon? Cleaning actually. It was unlike her for her to be cleaning on a nice day, and she didn't really want to be for once. Every time she peered out her dirty window she wanted to go and be free like the wind and outdoors, but the smudges and little lipstick stains she has on them from those fun little girl's night in's reminded her that she really did need to clean it. She was kind of OCD about the whole thing. Even when she was a little girl she was never the type who would need to be nagged to clean. It was a thing that came to her. If her room got dirty, or her shelves got out of place, she would stand up from her toy pile in the middle of her room and start putting everything away. It was no different now, just minus the toy pile in the middle of the room and change the setting to the Rose Building Dorm's.
'Bring Back Love' pumped through her ipod dock, just have downloaded the whole Ace Ender's CD this morning, curtsey to Fuze and there free downloads of the whole CD. Sure, she was a girl who had lime wire on her laptop, but she had been trying to be a little help to the music business. Everyone knows about how they are hurting. Yknow, if you just flick on the new's or the radio station all you hear about now adays are everything falling apart, and how everyone's hurting. That's why it makes her feel a little better listing to a song about bringing back the love by the year 2020, and a generous man, and all those other things that you hardly ever see anymore.
After she finished tearing apart her dresser and re-folding everything in there, including the stash of cash she kept folded away in the third drawer in-between the second and third pare of jeans, she wiped her hands on her shorts. She stood up, walking over to her bed and plopping herself down. She put on some heels, not planning on going out anywhere, but just loving the sound they make when she walked around the wooden floors. Don't worry though, she always watched her step when she walked in them, she wouldn't want to scratch up the wood. It wasn't like she needed them for height either. The girl stood at five feet and seven inches. She wasn't ginormous, but she wasn't teeny tiny either. She's past the height where she needed those big heels like she was wearing at the moment, they made her look ridiculous. But like Ava was ever the girl to care about how she looked or what looked flattering on her. You could tell by the giant recycled stain glass peace pendant on her neck that she didn't care what looked stylish on her. As long as her ass wasn't hanging out of her shorts or she wasn't going to have a nip slip in her shirt, she couldn't care less. She normally looked like a complete mess, the complete opposite of her personality. Sometimes, she even avoided matching just so people could have something to remember her by.
Not to say that Ava had no class what so ever and looked like she just got hit by a train. In a way, all of Ava's outfit had that cool, calm, and collected peace loving indie kind of vibe to them. And she didn't mind that, that's actually how she hopes she comes off. Usually her pushing-the-limit of a good girl kind of outfits gave off the vibe that she could really be two different kind of people, though most of the time, personality wise, cool calm and collected Ava. Even if her color car crash outfits might just say otherwise.
She unplugged her ipod dock, it actually not being really much of a dock. It was a green frog, with big old school headphones, that actually had speakers on the outside that lit up. There was a zip up cord on its side that she plugged in on the side and the tunes flowed out. She adored the thing. But she was unplugging it now because she needed to make a run to the potty room, and it would be kinda odd if someone ever heard her little ghetto girl songs pumping out the speakers that she only plays when she's around her friends and goofing off. But that's when she heard her name being called by Lacie, and decided maybe she should go check it out before she went to the bathroom. It couldn't be anything all that important anyways. She loved Lacie dearly; the girl was probably the only thing that kept her from turning into a robot. But sometimes the things that Lacie called her for that Ava ditched the bathroom sometimes don’t end up being worth it and Ava ends up having to make a mad dash for the bathroom. And as of right now, Ava didn't want to make a mad dash for the potty room in the heels that she had on at the moment.
Ava exited her room, closing the door behind her. It was a habit, came automatically. It's not like she has a trust issue before Lacey, she just has a trust issue with the rest of the world. What if a burglar came in while she was talking to Lacey? Then he would know her room is off limits because of the closed door. ...Okay, maybe she was a little bit paranoid and un-realistic thoughts. But that's off the subject. She clicked down the hallway, letting out a "Whattt is it Laceeyyyy?" before she finished going down the hall. When she got there, she saw the gift, and a warm smile came to her face. But she didn't wanna go, 'omgahh is that for mee!' though chances are, most likely it was. But she knew that was such an obnoxious thing to do, even around your bestie. Because if it wasn’t, that would call for some major embarrassment on Ava’s side.
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