Post by Jackson Michaels on May 10, 2011 13:00:31 GMT -5
Jackson Tyler Michaels.
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GENERAL INFORMATION
NICKNAME(S):Jack, Tyler, Michaels
DATE OF BIRTH:March 17th
AGE:Seventeen
YEAR:Seventh
HOUSE:
*Slytherin
*Ravenclaw
*Gryffindor
*Hufflepuff
LINEAGE:Pureblood
WAND:rosewood, 6 inch, core of threstal tail hair
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APPEARANCE
HAIR: dark brown
EYES: hazel
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT:190 lbs
DETAILED:
Jackson is tall. He wasn't always tall. He was one of the shortest guys in his group of friends up until Hogwarts. And he got made fun of for it too. By his sixth year he was 6'1, and thankfully, stopped growing. He doesn't mind being tall so much anymore. Besides, there are plenty of other guys who are that tall, some even taller. His hair was really, really blond as a child. But it gradually grew a bit darker. He's got hazel eyes. At least, his mom tells him that they're hazel. He frankly could care less. What the heck is hazel anyway? Why couldn't he have gotten blue eyes or something normal? But the chicks tend to dig his eyes so he'll take it.
Jacks is a mysterious guy. It takes a lot to get him to smile or laugh. He jokes and laughs a lot around his friends, but in class or whatever he doesn't really do much of anything. He's just got this sexy scowl, as he calls it on his face all the time. Hey, that scowl has scored him some points with the ladies so don't knock it. It's like there's two sides to his personality, the idiotic one who laughs over stupid things with his friends and the other more serious side of him. Really he just scowls and acts disinterested to make himself look cool.
Whenever he's not having to wear the Hogwarts uniform, he likes wife beaters, and comfortable pants. But it just depends on his mood what he's going to wear. He doesn't try all that hard with his hair either. Some days he just wakes up and is good to go on that end. Other days he'll put gel in it and make it look all nice. It depends on what girl he's trying to impress at the time. But he's so cocky that he thinks he doesn't have to try very hard and the girls will still all fall all over themselves for his attention.
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PERSONALITY
*women
*sex
*being a pain in the butt
*flirting
*drinking
*being a bad boy
*hogwarts
*smoking
*women and more women
*the cold weather
DISLIKES:
*nice people
*judgemental people
*goody-goods
*potions
*anything involving having to study too much
*quidditch
*girls that are too clingy
*authority figures
*coffee
*tea
STRENGTHS:
*charming, when he wants to get a girl
*loyal, to those small-knit group of friends he actually thinks are cool enough to be his friends.
*hard-worker, when it comes to those things he'd actually interested in
*to those few he really cares about a ton, he's extremely protective of them, like his mom for instance.
*smooth talker, can talk his way out of trouble. Been doing it since first year.
WEAKNESSES:
*cocky
*self-centered
*conniving
*bada**
*Not a very good listener
ERISED:
*find his dad and get revenge
BOGGART: heights. But he would never tell anyone. And if anyone found out, he'd be pissed.
DEMENTOR: Jackson's worst memory is falling out of his three story house. He managed to magically get himself out of trouble but since then he has hated heights. Hence the hating quidditch thing.
DETAILED:
Jackson isn't as bad as he'd like people to believe, but he would never admit to that fact. Yeah, he is an a**, and he's extremely conniving and cunning. But the good side of him comes out around his mom since he basically took care of his mom and protected her ever since his dad left the picture. At school though, well, he's a completely different person. He's got the bad boy rep down pact. He'll say anything to get into a girls' pants. And it's very conniving how he does it too. He'll sleep with a girl once and then be done with the chick.
There are only a few people that Jackson cares about. He's good to those few, but other then that he mostly only cares about himself. He's not out to help the little guy. And really he thinks that the world revolves around him. Around the people he cares about though, the good side of him really does come out. The side of him that is loyal and protective and would do anything for the select few he cares about. Only problem is, there aren't very many people like that. Sure, he likes to surround himself with a bunch of other people like him. But when it comes right down to it, he probably doesn't care all that much about most of them. But he's loyal to the crowd he hangs with, because he views them as his crowd.
It's amazing that Jacks has lasted this long at Hogwarts. He barely managed to pass most of his O.W.L's. That's because he doesn't apply himself to school since he doesn't care about it much. He's hard-working when it comes to things he cares about like working out and what not. But other then that, he doesn't care much for school. It's his seventh year though and he knows he should get more serious since it's his final year, but he has a hard time wanting to learn and pay attention.
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HISTORY
MOTHER: Betsy, thirty-eight, pureblood
FATHER: Ron, forty, pureblood
SIBLINGS: none
DETAILED:
Jackson was born to Ron and Betsy Michaels in Toronto Canada. Both were purebloods. Ron wasn't that great of a guy actually. He'd been in Slytherin house himself and was into dark magic. He got Besty pregnant on accident. The two moved in together and Ron tried to make it work for awhile. When Jackson was three years old though, Ron skipped out on them and his mom moved them to London. At a young age, Jackson discovered that he could do magic. Whenever the kids teased him about having no father, he'd get angry and unintentionally use magic.
His mother tended to always be a loner and so Jackson learned by example. He was one of those quiet mysterious kids how stayed close to the house most of the time. When he was eleven he got his letter of acceptance into Hogwarts. His quiet mysterious ways didn't change much. He started gaining friends, the wrong kind of friends anyway. He started smoking when he was only thirteen and drinking when he was fourteen. During the summers his mom was always busy working to support them so he was able to get away with more than he probably would have been able to otherwise.
In 5th year was when he developed his reputation for being a complete man whore and bad boy. A rep that he likes and takes very seriously. He started bagging as many women as he could, saying anything to get them to go out with him. A lot of girls still go out with him in spite of his man whore rep thinking that they'll be the ones to change him. He's not a complete douchbag but that's not easy to see at all.
Jacks is smart when he actually applies himself. Problem is, the subjects in school just never really interested him. He spends more time building up his muscles and being interested in the girls then in anything else. And he barely managed to get Acceptables in his O.W.L's. Well, he did get an E in Defense Against the Dark arts since he liked being good at stuff like that. It's his seventh year and N.E.W.T's are coming up and he doesn't really care about them. He's got to decide what he wants to do after he's done with school. He really has no clue. He likes to mess around too much to pay attention to growing up. After this year, he could have a rude awakening.
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ABOUT YOU
AGE:Twenty-Four. I know, I'm old.
GENDER:Female
TIMEZONE:Mountain
CONTACT INFO:PM, if you ask for the other stuff I'll give it to yah if I'm cool with doing so.
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Marc
EXPERIENCE:Long time. Eight years I think now or so. I don't know.
CODEWORD:admin edit
QUESTIONS:Nope
RP SAMPLE:
Monday morning and Jackson had a major hang-over. That wasn't anything new though. Seemed like he always had hangovers coming to work. His boss didn't seem to mind since he happened to be a damn good mechanic. Cars had always been his thing from the time he could crawl practically. Hell, he could work on cars with his eyes closed. It had always been his passion. Which was why most of his paychecks had gone to his really nice car. It hadn't always been a nice car. But now it was. Plus, it drew the ladies. They all liked to ride through town in a nice car. This weekend had been even more crazy than normal. He really had to get a handle on his alcohol intake. Most of the weekend had been a blur. He knew that he'd slept with three different girls. But that was just about all he could remember. Some life huh?
Jackson tried to change every so often. He'd give up his alcohol. Mostly why he was trying to change was because he had a son. A son that he wanted to be around, but knew he wasn't good enough to be around. He'd become that classic version of a dead-beat dad. But the arrangement seemed to suit him and Charlie fine. Still. He felt more than a little guilty every time he thought about that little boy. But that little boy had more than enough good influences. He didn't need the bad influence that Jackson knew he would more than likely be. Every so often he told himself to change. To prove to Charlie that he could be a good dad. It wasn't like he wanted much during those times. Just a few hours with his son to try to be a good father. But it was better to just stay away. The alcohol always won. It didn't help that he hung out with people who were way into the alcohol and the ladies themselves. He had a few friends who tried to keep him on the straight and narrow, but it never worked.
He would never tell anybody this, but there were times that he parked just down the straight from Charlie's house just to catch a glimpse of his son every so often. He just always wanted to make sure they were doing okay. He and Charlie hadn't worked out. But that hadn't been her fault. None of his relationships ever did because he never grew up. He still acted like a high-school kid. But he still cared about her. Not romantically mind you. Because he didn't care for any girl in that way. He thought girls were gorgeous, but he'd always kind of viewed them as things to sleep with and not get attached too. But there were certain girls he grew to care for as friends, and Charlie had become one of them. But it was very complicated since she was the mother of his son that he didn't know really at all. Yeah, he was some guy alright. But he didn't know how to change. So it was better that Charlie and his son not hang around with him. But though he told himself that, it still didn't make the pain and the guilt of the whole thing go away. Maybe he did have a few morals after all and that's why he felt guilty.
He was working on a car this morning. The car belonged to a rich guy who wanted to get out of town. His car had just happened to break down here so here was where he would be until the car was done. He was a real pain in the ass though and anxious to have it done. His head was pounding slightly, but he'd always been able to mostly ignore his hangovers. They were just apart of his life quite a bit. He knew that anywhere else he might get fired for showing up to work wasted. But he did his job good, so it was mostly ignored. Though he knew that his boss and his coworkers would probably rather see him come to work in a different manner. Still. He got things done around here. And this place was his life. He loved it here. He worked as much as he could because he really didn't have anything else. He'd always kind of been a lone ranger, and it was how he told himself he liked it to be. Jace was hanging around. The kid was here as much as he could too. But he had school and his friends from high-school.
"Scram Jace. You're going to be late for school. I got this. Get out of here,"he said with a hint of affection creeping into his voice. Manly affection mind you. Jace was like a little brother to him. Heck, those who worked in this shop really had become almost like a little family. And Jackson really didn't know what he would have done without any of them. Jace grinned and left the shop and it was just Jackson. He liked having the shop to himself though. It wouldn't last though. He knew his boss and his other coworkers would show up for their shifts later on. And Jackson would probably remain in the shop until six or so and then go out and party and get wasted. It was what happened almost every night. For now though, he was right in his element as he worked on the car and tried not to think too hard about his life or anything else for that matter.
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