Post by Jason Stone on Apr 5, 2007 7:15:59 GMT 7
You You You
Name/Alias/Nickname: Jason // Jay // Jas
Age: 15
Gender: MALE
Location: New York
The Character
Full Name: Jason Ryan Stone
Age: 23
D.O.B: November 30th
P.O.B: New York, New York
Gender: Male
Member Group?: Citizen
Appearance
Jason's best feature, he would say - are his eyes. They're green with a hint of grey to them, and he knows how to look at the women just right. Other people say his best feature is his body, at around 17 he was benching Three-Hundred Pounds. He has a very unique smile, that he can easily turn to a smirk, he knows just when to use it, and most of the time he does.
Jason is usually caught around New York with just a few things on him, usually a tight black shirt, blue jeans, and his RAZR. He wears his hair however he wants it, but normally it's long, about, an inch past his ears. Jason obviously wears clothes that show off his good looks, and almost always succeds.
What Don't They Like About Themselves:
Jason dosen't like his his hair is normally in the morning, usually it's all messed up, and it even hurts to comb it. Another thing Jason dosen't like is how slowly his beard grows, he loves to keep a 5 o'clock shadow, he finds it -- sexy.
Celebrity: KEVIN ZEGERS
Personality:
Jason has a very straightforward personality, basically - if he likes you, you'll know it, and if he dosent like you - you'll definalty know it. Jason isn't one to make many enemies, but if he must, he will. Girls call him a lover, a partier, and above all else, a rocker. At times Jason will get cocky, arrogant, and headstrong.
Other then that, Jason is always happy, he has no reason to be mad after all, he lives in a nice apartment, only because he believes he dosen't need to be better then everyone else physcially, just mentally. Jason has been known for joking, all the time, and usually goes a little overboard, when around his friends.
Hobbies/Interests:
- Hobbies
+Guitar
+Music
+Sex
+Partying
+Games
+Movies
+Laughing
- Interests
+Guitars
+Women
+Sex
+Movies
Likes:
+Women
+Music
+Guitar
+His Band
+Sex
+Sex
+Sex
+Oh, Sex.
+His Guitar, and Sex.
+Women, and Sex.
+XBOX360.
+andsex.
Dislikes:
+Assholes
+Drugs
+Drunks
+Rivals
+Arrogant People
+People who dont like him.
Flaws:
+At times he's too busy with his guitar to care.
+Cares more about his guitar then most anything.
History:
Born in New York City, in the bourough of Manhattan, Jason was raised by a "well-off" Family. His father was a buisness-man, and his mother worked at The Music Store, she was one of the executives, though she didnt make a lot of money, not as much as the others - that was. Jason's father had been sleeping with other Buisness-women, and his mother had been sleeping with the executives, so when Jason was 5, his parents split, he was stuck with his father in Manhattan.
Around the age of 8, Jason became attached to music, it was almost as if it was his soul, it was the one thing that joyed him, and it kept his heart beating, figurativly speaking. He would sit up in his room and listen to the radio, and sometimes even play air guitar.
By the age of 10, Jason had his own guitar. His father had bought it in attempt to make Jason happy, which he had succeded in. Jason now had to learn how to play guitar, he would sit in his room, and attempt to play along with the radio, but it never worked.
Now, by the age of 16 Jason had learned the guitar, not only that but he was pretty popular in public school because he could play guitar very well. Though he was only a sophmore, he was dating a senior, who happened to be the homecoming queen, which went very well for him.
The next three years went by rather quickly, and Jason and Ashley (The homecoming queen), had split up, which Jason chose to do after he found her sleeping, with his father. Jason left his house, he was legaly able to, and the first thing he did was wander the city, he had a job, and could easily buy an apartment, so he did. His apartment was ratty, old, and busted down, but it was his shitty apartment.
Over the next year, Jason had met up with a few guys who could play bass, and drums. Jason was a rather good singer, so he took up the role of lead guitar and lead singer of his band - The BOD.
They had been together for some time, but just recently had split up, Now Jason is on a quest to form a new band, The Aces. Which, he obviously wants to shit-kick his old band, which the two members just got two new people, a singer and a guitarist.
RP Example:It was nearing 10 PM, and Jason sat in the dressing room, even way in the back he could hear the booming audience, tonight was really big, he was opening for Aerosmith and Bon Jovi. He heard over the intercom, rather loudly. "Aces to Stage Left, Repeat: Aces to stage left." Jason stood slowly, looking over at the two others, who were almost as nervous as he was, they grinned, and so did he as they slowly stood up.
Jason was wearing black jeans, a white T-shirt, with an olive green jean-jacket over it. He slowly walked out to hallway, his guitar in his right hand as he slowly walked down the hall. He could hear the stage crew members cheering him on, and just as he got to the side stage, he could see the crowd, they were screaming, shouting, and cheering. He smiled as he slowly turned to the table behind him, and took a quick swig of the Captain Morgan's on the table, then set it back down and nodded to the stage crew master. First his drummer ran out, the cheering loudened, then his bass player ran out - it grew even louder.
He smiled as he looked at the stage crew master. "do or die." he said as he walked out , the cheering loudened, it was just one massive boom, he could hear the screaming of fans, he could see the posters, the blinding lights, this all gave him his power. He smiled as he walked up to the mic. "How are you all tonight?" He said, they began to cheer until he pulled off his jean jacket, and threw it off to the side, but was somehow gobbeled up by the crowd.
His white T-shirt was very simplistic, compared to what other rockers wore these days. He slowy began to pluck away at the strings, then slowly moved up to the mic.
"Loose hearted lady;
sleepy was she;
love for the devil;
brought her to me;
seeds of a thousand;
drawn to her sin;
seasons of wither;
holdin' me in."
His voice was sweet, he did a great imitation voice of most older bands. He smiled as he looked back to his drummer, the rest was a blur.
All Jason remembered, was after a kick-ass show, he walked up the mic, and yelled. "I dont need a fucking label!" which, made the crowd scream louder.
[OOC:
Songs Jason did:
Seasons of Wither - Aerosmith
Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie
Led Zepllin - Black Dog
We're Not Gonna Take It - Twisted Sisters
Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith
Freebird - Lynyrd Skynyrd]
IC:
After the show, Jason was pretty sweaty, he slowly walked off stage, and walked back to his dressing room, following him was Bon Jovi. He walked into his dressing room, and sat down after placing his guitar against the wall, the chair he was in was exceedingly comfortable, and he was all alone - his band members had to run home right after the show.
OOC: Sorry it all sucks so badly, I'm a horrible Bio-maker.