Post by JAYDEN THEODORE PIERRE on Oct 25, 2009 15:15:09 GMT -5
jayden theodore pierre !
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[/center]jay is joining us from new york. this nineteen year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on first december.. he's usually very happy, flirty and determined and is really quite good at singing. their problem is with cooking. tsk tsk. welcome to walk like a gentleman, hun.
full name: Jayden Theodore Pierre
celeb face: Andy Six
member group: College Student
age: Nineteen
likes: Singing, music, coffee, sex, reading, winter, snow
dislikes: Arrogance, stress, tears, heat, arguments.
personality:Your first impression of Jayden would be that he's depressed, quiet and downright shy. However, if you get to know the real boy underneath you'll discover he's nothing like that. Jay is a happy boy by nature, and loves anyone with a smile. His happiness tends to be contagious, and despite being nineteen he has not yet grown out of the 'happy boy' phase a male would generally have when they're about six. His perspective on life is rather shallow, and he's determined to stay as immature as he can for as long as possible. Even if that means constant hassle from his parents about "acting his age" and "growing up."
Even if he appears immature, Jayden is nothing like that when it concerns the opposite sex (and same sex when he's drunk.) He's quite the charmer, and whilst he enjoys having flings with women and having casual sex, he knows that he'd prefer a serious relationship with a man. This doesn't mean he's gay - no, he's far from it. It just means he wants a loving relationship from a man, and a casual one with a woman. Jay has extremely good manners, and he uses these to get into the good books of anyone he may meet.
history:THIS WILL BE DONE TOMORROW (:
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hello! my name is mia! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about four years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are just jayden for now.. my time zone is GMT +0. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
Having to treat Fenix for his injuries was like a second-nature for Anne. She was used to having to tend to him for multiple reasons: firstly, he was wanted by many people. And even if they weren't aware that it was him she could see no reason for risking it and for him to be caught, and more than likely to be killed. The second reason was more of a personal one, one that she had never really told Fenix before. To be quite honest she would be pretty jealous if Fenix was treated by anyone other than her. Despite being only fifteen she felt incredibly protective over him, and if another women ever touched him - even if they were not flirting or such - her murderous side would probably appear. Anne was slightly unstable; the years of hard training and ruthless killing had molded her into a harsh person. So if there was any chance of someone other than her touching her husband she wouldn't be responsible for her actions. Besides, the amount of times Fenix had broken bones or injured himself in some way was ridiculous. There would be no reasonable excuse for him seeking medical help so many times, so Anne was the only other option. Anne and Fenix kept to themselves a lot - being in the Upper Class society required them to be active in the community occasionally: throwing parties or balls every odd month, and attending those that others had organized. It was a part of life, and even if Anne hated it and the patronizing she received, she had no choice but to go along with it to keep up the facade. As she had only been fourteen when married to Fenix, their 'friendly neighbours' obviously thought it was a scandal, and she had heard rumors that it was only because she was pregnant. Fortunately those were proved false after a year of their marriage and no sighting of a pregnant Anne or a baby. Funny how things changed so quickly ...
His soft touch calmed some of her worries, and she relaxed slightly, although still anxious about his burns. Even though her mind was focused on him, she was already starting to plan what she would need to treat his injury. And whilst doing that she'd also sneakily check him for any new injuries from todays outing of hunt the mayors children. Anne wouldn't be happy if he had hid any pain from her, a habit he had developed due to her constant fussing. "It's not your fault," she replied back just as quietly. In her eyes, it was better that he broke a chair rather than try and break a window and hurt himself even more. His next words made her flinch; his hand moving away at the same time she recoiled slightly. She couldn't help it, it was a natural reaction to the previous events which had scared her so much. Anne could remember it so clearly. He had been keeping his anger bottled up, refusing to talk to her or mention anything about what had happened. And like a naive girl she was, she had just bugged him and bugged him until he had snapped. All the rage had just come flooding out, and he had been mere centimeters away from hurting her before coming to his senses and backing away. Despite being an assassin, she had been scared out of her wits and had avoided him for weeks on end, terrified of another outburst. Even now she was still more reserved around him than she used to be, and the secret which she would have to tell him sooner or later would probably have disastrous consequences. Anne was stuck, and had no idea what to do.
"Okay, just let me pick one with you." she spoke, he held her hands, and she could feel the warmth clearly. Anne was determined to change the subject from the near-beating she had received many months before. Her eyes would not look up to his, afraid that he would see that she was hiding something, and demand that she tell him. Anne wasn't a very good liar to her husband, and he would be able to see straight through her own little facade she had put up to hide the truth from him. His grip on her hands tightened, and she was broken from her thoughts by the pressure. Anne watched him, worried slightly as her turned to look at his arm, pain lining his face. She waited patiently for him to reveal to her exactly what had occurred, although quite anxious still for his temper. "The one you've been working with?" she asked him, unsure of whom he was talking about. Anne herself rarely dealt with new assassins anymore: she was too preoccupied with her own 'career' to help those new to the job. Despite this, Anne was still upset when one was hurt or killed. She knew the risks - she knew that one day herself or Fenix may be killed, and leave the other alone. However she still participated in the jobs she was assigned.
Anne gasped slightly, shocked at the reason for his horrific death. "Oh that poor boy," she said sympathetically, saddened by the news. The boy was only around the same age as her, but that was a mistake he'd never be able to fix now. The mention of Blake made her frown, scowling slightly at her husband. She hesitated, unsure of whether he would be up to a nag from her but decided to continue anyway. She kneeled down properly and grabbed Fenix's cheeks softly between her hands. "Fenix," she paused, sighing, her gaze slipping towards the floor before moving back up to look at him, "Promise me that you'll try and spend less time hunting for them. Please. For me." A low blow and she knew it - it would of worked before he was hurt, but now she wasn't entirely sure if he'd fall for it. "You're hurting yourself constantly with this insane job," she muttered, struggling to keep the tears at bay. She despised seeing him come back night after night; angry at his failure and occasionally suffering an injury. She shook her head, vibrant red hair falling in front of her eyes, before reaching forward - avoiding his burnt arm - and hugging him tightly.
His soft touch calmed some of her worries, and she relaxed slightly, although still anxious about his burns. Even though her mind was focused on him, she was already starting to plan what she would need to treat his injury. And whilst doing that she'd also sneakily check him for any new injuries from todays outing of hunt the mayors children. Anne wouldn't be happy if he had hid any pain from her, a habit he had developed due to her constant fussing. "It's not your fault," she replied back just as quietly. In her eyes, it was better that he broke a chair rather than try and break a window and hurt himself even more. His next words made her flinch; his hand moving away at the same time she recoiled slightly. She couldn't help it, it was a natural reaction to the previous events which had scared her so much. Anne could remember it so clearly. He had been keeping his anger bottled up, refusing to talk to her or mention anything about what had happened. And like a naive girl she was, she had just bugged him and bugged him until he had snapped. All the rage had just come flooding out, and he had been mere centimeters away from hurting her before coming to his senses and backing away. Despite being an assassin, she had been scared out of her wits and had avoided him for weeks on end, terrified of another outburst. Even now she was still more reserved around him than she used to be, and the secret which she would have to tell him sooner or later would probably have disastrous consequences. Anne was stuck, and had no idea what to do.
"Okay, just let me pick one with you." she spoke, he held her hands, and she could feel the warmth clearly. Anne was determined to change the subject from the near-beating she had received many months before. Her eyes would not look up to his, afraid that he would see that she was hiding something, and demand that she tell him. Anne wasn't a very good liar to her husband, and he would be able to see straight through her own little facade she had put up to hide the truth from him. His grip on her hands tightened, and she was broken from her thoughts by the pressure. Anne watched him, worried slightly as her turned to look at his arm, pain lining his face. She waited patiently for him to reveal to her exactly what had occurred, although quite anxious still for his temper. "The one you've been working with?" she asked him, unsure of whom he was talking about. Anne herself rarely dealt with new assassins anymore: she was too preoccupied with her own 'career' to help those new to the job. Despite this, Anne was still upset when one was hurt or killed. She knew the risks - she knew that one day herself or Fenix may be killed, and leave the other alone. However she still participated in the jobs she was assigned.
Anne gasped slightly, shocked at the reason for his horrific death. "Oh that poor boy," she said sympathetically, saddened by the news. The boy was only around the same age as her, but that was a mistake he'd never be able to fix now. The mention of Blake made her frown, scowling slightly at her husband. She hesitated, unsure of whether he would be up to a nag from her but decided to continue anyway. She kneeled down properly and grabbed Fenix's cheeks softly between her hands. "Fenix," she paused, sighing, her gaze slipping towards the floor before moving back up to look at him, "Promise me that you'll try and spend less time hunting for them. Please. For me." A low blow and she knew it - it would of worked before he was hurt, but now she wasn't entirely sure if he'd fall for it. "You're hurting yourself constantly with this insane job," she muttered, struggling to keep the tears at bay. She despised seeing him come back night after night; angry at his failure and occasionally suffering an injury. She shook her head, vibrant red hair falling in front of her eyes, before reaching forward - avoiding his burnt arm - and hugging him tightly.
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i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.
i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.
