Post by Jason Fox Marsemi on Jun 30, 2009 18:47:54 GMT -5
Jason Fox Marsemi
* And her smile slowly went, the color fading gently, his life empty as hers washed away, he took a bow and watched as all he held onto disappeared quietly into the dusk .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS BREN, AND I AM SEVENTEEN.
I'VE ROLEPLAYED BEFORE, BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE NON EXISTANT.
- - - - birthday, January 18th, 1992
- - - - gender, Male
- - - - age, Seventeen
- - - - sexuality, Bi
- - - - talent, Guitar, Photography
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- - - - eyes, Green
- - - - hair, Brown/Black
- - - - built, Average
- - - - weight, One Sixty
- - - - height, 5' 11"
- - - - fashion sense, Jason doesn't seem to notice what he's wearing, one day it could be khakis with a tan shirt to Tripp pants decked out with chains. He fashion is based on his mood and what he's doing, though he can almost always be found wearing a belt. His hair is generally ruffled and uncontrollable though it looks like it was done on purpose, his interests lie on another less superficial level.
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Jason could be described as a ghost, seeming to be there for a second and then elsewhere in the following moments. His views and past experience make him a general outsider. Trusting is not in his nature and his secrets run so deeply that to each person, he may portray himself as someone else, a lover, fighter, hater, or just an illusion of happiness to dissuade any follow up questions.
Though the boy's presence is quiet to those he doesn't know, anyone that meets him and manages to get near his good side will find that he has a rambling personality constantly struck with ideas and absurd notions regarding the going on's of life. He can be kind and compassionate, but there are spines just beneath the surface. His pent up rage can drive an uncontrolled and generally violent retaliation to anything he deems a threat. Nobody seems to have seen his compassionate side as of late, and so it remains a mystery.
His loyalty is his highest priority, a promise broken becomes a scar on his soul for however long his existence will last. Once his friend you will understand what it means to be sought after and paid true attention to, assuming of course he keeps his mood stable enough to pay attention to you of all people. Mood swings are nothing new to him, and the slightest tick can set him from being on top of the world to rolling in a gutter. He follows what he thinks is his broken path, wondering if it will ever intersect with those around him.
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- - - - siblings, Sarah Marsemi [Deceased]
- - - - overall history,
Jason smiled at school every day and nobody had a clue. His mask was becoming his personality in junior high sitting behind the desks in the "Penitentiary", or his school. White walls and magnetically locking doors held his existence inside concrete walls. The boy never said much in his classes, he didn't do homework, why should he? He nailed A's on tests and was questioned more than once on the possibility of his cheating, his return question of "Why should I bother cheating on your test?" set everyone staring. The happy face seen by day in school quietly disappeared each day as he made his way home, pleading that there wouldn't be another fight and that everything would work out at least tonight.
A teenager isn't supposed to see death, a teenager shouldn't know what empty eyes look like, the lifelessness of a corpse is more than enough to haunt many dreams. His sister's life was taken by her own hand, an "accident" according to her parents. How do you accidentally take a bottle of Valium? Her death was preceded by depression brought on by a terrible rape that was one of many things hidden under the Marsemi's rather large rug.
She had been running, that's all they knew. That's all she remembered. And yet she had shown up broken and bleeding with burns and cuts at the doors of the emergency room. His parents lied to him to cover what happened, she had been in a car accident. That was only the beginning.
Sarah's death took place on July 4th, 2000 putting Jason at the tender age of eight. His parents had always fought before but they had carefully covered it by saying that all couple fight, but their love would overpower it. Then his father started drinking. The alcohol consumed Scott, and ripped the family apart, with Jason watching with a blank expression in the corner. After the divorce Jason stopped smiling at school, he stopped worrying about anything and found the tender embrace that was his ensuing depression. In quick action with his father out of the picture, his mother found a camp, Camp Cali, and decided her son's fate would lie under the sun in California.
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I usually put a lot more thought into characters, but by pressure from someone who shall remain un-named [You know who you are] I'm posting it as is.
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