Post by Jace Dominic Hall on Nov 21, 2011 13:54:29 GMT -7
JACE DOMINIC HALL
"Forbidden things have a secret charm." ~Publius Cornelius Tacitus
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Jace Dominic Hall
Nickname(s): Jay
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Birthdate: August 10, 1994
Sexuality: Bisexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Alexander The Great
Played By: Sean Faris
Grade: Senior
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: Six foot three
Weight: 167 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Build: Nicely built. Nice muscles, but not overtly so.
Scars: N/A
Piercings/Tattoos: Tongue piercing
Personal Style: When it comes to clothing choice, Jace isn't really particular on clothing. He'll wear just about anything that he feels looks nice. Most often though, he can be seen in a pair of faded jeans (of all colors), wash out jeans, or just jeans with holes and rips in them. As far as shirts go, he has a wide range from band T's, to button downs, to beaters. As long as it makes him stand out, and is comfortable, then he is perfectly fine with it. He loves sketcher shoes and converse. His hair is usually combed and gelled, keeping it in a semi-spiked style.
Appearance: Jace is rather tall, he stands at six-foot-three. He is slightly tan, with very attractive muscles. His muscles are a result off rigorous training, both self inflicted, and from playing basketball. He has dark brown eyes that shine, always seeming moist, and stick out nicely against his skin. When wet and un-gelled , his hair usually falls just a little below his ears; but most of the time it can be found styled in an upward pattern.
At all times a smile can be found on the senior's face. His eye's always seem to be searching. He always walks with confidence, like he feels as though he rules the world. Also, more often than not, the brunet carries around his back pack, which he carries slung over his shoulder. It has all his necessities.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Himself
Friends
Horses
Basketball
Debates
Logic
Reading
Alcohol
Competitions
Challenges
Loyalty
Dislikes: Losing
Backstabbers
Illogical things
When people think they know it all
Show offs
Monkeys
Reality TV shows
Disorganization
Volleyball
Dead Silence
Dreams: To become the most powerful man in the free world. (Yes, he knows this will never happen, hence why he calls it his dream)
and
He wants to play basketball in the World Championship game.
Fears: Loosing all though he cares about, drowning, and chainsaws freak the hell out of him.
Habits/Hobbies: He loves to play basketball, he is on the leader's panel of RSOR, bites his lip when he gets nervous (as well as rubbing the back of his neck). Another hobby he has is exercising, studying different wars of the past, and reading.
Secret(s): N/A as of this second xD
Personality: Jace is a very easy going guy. The brunette likes to take it easy, and just hang out most of the time. Though don't confuse that with being lazy, because he is definitely not lazy. He is active, athletic, and outgoing. He also has a lot to say and boast about himself because he tends to be just a tad narcissistic.
Despite his annoying love for himself, he seems to be able to worm himself into just about anyone's hearts. He knows how to maneuver himself with people, and likes to consider himself rather popular. He is very charismatic, and loves to use it to his advantage. He loves to flirt and has no issue using that charming smile to get what, or who, he wants. He is definitely able to be labeled tricky as well. He uses his looks and positions to get information or things that he wants.
Now, despite him being active, he is very careful about it. Due to the fact that he is prone to being ill, he is very smart about over exerting himself, and how he takes care of himself.
Jace can also be easily amused, but only by those who are easily amused. He loves reading into those that he dates and finding what makes them excited, because it entertains him and he finds it very amusing.
He also tends to be somewhat of a sex addict. He would never force himself onto someone, but if they were willing, he would absolutely love to sleep with them. When it comes to sex, he becomes rather seductive, and slightly needy, but who know's, maybe that's do to the fact that in his past life he was known for now needing those body pleasures, and he is currently craving all that he missed.
Now, despite the fact that the sex is the opposite of his past life, Jace had the bad luck of carrying over two of his worst traits. He loves alcohol. Well, correction he hates it, but he can't help himself around it. Sneaking it into his dorm, downing a bottle as often as he can, without letting people notice. What would people think if they saw such a popular guy drinking his brains out? He knows he's not the only drinker, but he prefers to drink it on weekends only . . . and maybe a bottle or two during the week (more than likely more). But if anyone ever offered it to him, there is no way in hell would he turn it down.
And with his little addiction (that isn't as bad as many, he can control himself around it sometimes), he also has a nasty temper. He is suborn, so when he get's into arguments, sometimes they escalate. Despite his laid back, lazy attitude, if you set his temper off, it's hell. He snaps as though it's a completely different person. But everyone has their downfalls, right?
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Rosaline Jane Hall, 39, Therapist
Father: Ivan James Hall, 42, Businessman
Siblings: Ivy Lane Hall, 14
Other: N/A
Pets: None
Hometown: Los Angeles, California, United States
History: Jace was born to Ivan and Rosaline Hall in California. He lived a normal life as a child despite the fact that he always had nightmares and dreams about his past life. Images of war, the two wives, dreams of loyal horses, armies, and the like. His mother also used to say it was just movies or things on tv that he was watching, but by the time he was ten or eleven, he realized that this wasn't the case.
He was a rather sickly child, and was bed ridden, or often times hospital ridden. Those were times he hated the most because he always was reminded of his past life, dying of illness, bad health. It scared him, and he felt alone, but he put up a mask.
He went though a lot of his life hiding this secret. He knew if he told his mom, she would put him in a hospital, if he told his dad, he would tell Rosaline. He knew his friends would think he was insane, and he would end up with the same result. His mask saved him though.
He was able to put up a smile and pretend like he was a normal boy, but he had a bad habit of answering when he heard someone calling for an 'Alexander'. Which sucked because he had a good friend with that name. Most people just took it as him trying to be silly, or that he had bad hearing.
But none of that matters to him anymore because during his freshman year, his parents decided they wanted a new scene (and his father got a better position) and moved. He was sent was sent to Riverdale. Feeling comfortable here, he was able to take off the mask, and actually not fear those dreams anymore. He became a member of the basketball team having loved the sport so much. During is freshman year he was recruited as a member of the RSOR, noticed for several incidents where he was caught, by recruiters, muttering to himself in what is known as 'classic greek' and some other accounts of him displaying a very cast knowledge of Alexander the Great's battle strategies. During his junior year he is also recruited onto the leaders panel for his charismatic personality and ability to recruit other reincarnates.
Although it is boring and simple, that was Jace's past, but it's his present now, and that's all he wants to focus on.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Ashy
Other Characters: None yet
Age: 18!
Time Zone: EST
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Half past eleven. That was a time you could always find Mr. Wesley Elijah Jamenson awake and about. Though, most of the time he was 'about' women at that hour. He rarely spent a night along, which could probably explain why he had been tested for std's on the first of each month. With how much he slept around, it wasn't surprising his doctor required it. But eh, what can you do? After all, in his mind, he was the hottest guy, and he flaunted it. If it gets you the girls, then why complain? Exactly, that's why he never complained. . . There was absolutely no reason to complain if he got what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted it, for as long as he wanted it. That's just how it was, is, and always will be. . . Though, there was that small kink in his streak, which he hated more than anything, and was currently the reason he was out this late into the night, without a girl under him one hundred percent nude and moaning his name.
It had been so long, since that night. "Baby, you know you're gonna regret this. . .you'll come crawling back." That was the last time Wes had spoken to miss Chloe Octavia Vanderbilt. His first, as some would say, true love. Wesley had fallen head over heals for little miss Vanderbilt hundreds of years ago. He had never worked so hard to make a girl like him before. She was different, a challenge, beautiful, inelegant, and above all, perfect. Chloe had every aspect about her that Wes had liked in women, to him, she would have been his perfect soul mate, but back then, he was so hung up on himself, any girl was lucky if he called them his girlfriend. Chloe was one of those few, so called lucky, girls. The moment she had told him she was into him, she was his girlfriend. He couldn't remember a time when he had treated a women with so much respect. Everything seemed so perfect.
However, as most people are aware, happiness, and all things perfect, do not last forever. Unlike in fantasies, things go wrong, and things fall apart. That's simply how reality works, there is no changing that. Just like Wesley can not change how he ruined his chance with Chloe hundreds of years ago, on the night he had drank a little to much at a friends party. That night was forever embedded in his thoughts, his memories, his contentious. It was never going to go away. There was no way that Wesley could go back in time, and change the events that lead up to him having far too many drinks. Intoxicated, under the influence, making ill mannered judgments, Wesley had ruined everything he had ever dreamed of with Chloe that night, on that fateful night that still haunts him to this day, that is the exact reason he didn't drink that much any more.
Partying, it was Wesley's favorite thing, well, that and sleeping with women, but what man doesn't count that as a favorite thing to do? However, on this night, partying was his top priority. "I'll be back around midnight babe." With a passionate kiss to Chloe's lips, Wesley was out of the house, and ready for his friends bachelor party. Sure, it wasn't anything like the parties today, but it was still wiled. Hookers still existed back then, and there was a few there. Wesley had been a good boy on that night, he decided he wasn't going to drunk, that way, if he got home in good shape, maybe Chloe would reward him with her sweet kisses and fiery touches. Oh how he loved her 'rewards' as he liked to call them. Seeing as how he always had to work for them. . .He hated that part, but it was definitely worth it! He would never take his sex time with Chloe away for anything.
Sadly though, that night Wesley's plans did not fall through as he had wished. He had ended up drinking far to much. It had gotten to the point where he was not even able to stand on his own, the poor bastard. He ended up screwing one of the hookers, though, it wasn't like he had any idea of what he did. . . Unfortunately for him, that wasn't his only screw up that night. When Wesley got home that night, it was well psat three in the morning, and unfortunately for Wesley, Chloe was awake, and waiting for him. The alcohol intoxication had yet to wear of, so, Wesley had ended up saying several things to her, that in the end, ended their relationship. Things he regrets to this day. "You're just a up tight bitch, you wouldn't understand fun." , Pfft, not like I would wanna sleep with you anyway. The damn hooker was good enough for me for a week. . . to bad you can't please me like that."
The next morning when Wesley woke up, Chloe was gone, no sign of her. All of her things were gone too. All that remained was a note from her, repeating all the things he had sad to her, and her 'good bye' statement, as he called it. He had searched for a week for her, and by the time he found her, he was too pissed off to ask for forgiveness, so, he simply said; "Baby, you know you're gonna regret this. . .you'll come crawling back." That right there, was the end of Wesley Elijah Jamenson's perfect relation ship with the girl of his dreams, and from then on out, things began to spiral. He began to sell himself, basically, though it couldn't be considered prostitution because he simply accepted money if they offered, never asked. He wouldn't ask, because in his mind, he was mentally dependent on sex, he needed it, so he wasn't going to charge someone for his 'drug' if he didn't need to.
Now though, most of that had changed. He stopped thinking about the past, because each time he did, memories would flood back, and he would go into a light depression for a few weeks. In all honesty, yes, he did miss Chloe more than he could even describe, but he wasn't going to tell her that, it wasn't his style. If a girl wanted him, they approached him. He simply sat back and enjoyed the attention. Thats all Wesley ever was, he was a big bad boy who loved sex, alcohol, lies, and getting his way. Something that Chloe had done to him though, it made him want to act differently, and in some ways, he liked the way he acted around her, but in other ways, it was a pain in his ass, because then he couldn't focus his attention on himself and he had to work for sex. That was definitely not fun. Why the hell would a sex-addict work for sex if he could simply get it? It was still a mystery to him.
A lot of things though, remained a mystery to him. Like, why on Earth had he agreed to ditch his date to go out to the middle of no where in the woods to meet Chloe. . . ? What had compelled him to convince her to meet him there so he could at least meet her when no one else was around? He didn't know. When he got that email from her, how she got his email is still unknown to him, saying she wanted to see how he was doing, he almost had a heart attack. It had taken him three day's to reply, because everything he had typed kept coming out about how he missed her. So, finally, he managed to get an email together to her, saying how he was fine and asking about her, then, at the end, he had said he really wanted to see her again, maybe talk to her about old times, then, without realizing it, he had signed it 'love Wes' Once he sent it, he freaked out a little because he realized he put 'love.'
Yet, here he was, in the middle of the forest at half past eleven at night. Leaning against an old willow tree, waiting for the beautiful girl who once held, and still held, the key to this temperamental boy.Why had she agreed to meet him so easily? Did she actually miss him? He doubted it. Why would she miss someone who said absolutely horrible things to her in the past? She probably wanted to rub it in his face how she had led an amazing life without him, a husband, children, the perfect life. The life that he and her had talked about on so many moon lit nights when they would lay out in the grass, his arms holding her close as she lay on top of him, her head resting against his chest, eyes closed. Smiling at the sound of his heart beat. That all could have been his, if he had just kept the alcohol level down. Or, if by the slightest chance, maybe she wanted to get back together with him. . . No, he doubted that.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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