Post by nikki on Nov 22, 2011 21:43:38 GMT
jakobi lee calloway
i feel like dancing tonight, i'm gonna party like it's my civil right
it doesn't matter where and i don't care if people stare
[/center]age;; 23
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; neon lover
position in band;; vocals
sexuality;; heterosexual
play-by;; alex gaskarth
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Oh shit, here comes Jakobi. Nobody else in their right mind would try to be quite as obnoxious as him. Everything about the guy simply screams a good time. He likes to party, get high, and end the night with a loud bang whenever possible. Causing a scene is one of his best talents known to the world. There is no chance of change in telling him to chill out. Jakobi likes to live life to the fullest and hope the good times never end.
Although in not so much a literal sense, Jakobi can well be considered the retard of his group of friends. Instead of looking for coherent conversations he prefers to spill out bits of random stupid and pretend that others understand. Choices are made on impulse with little thought involved. If anything sounds good to him, Jakobi will do it. This is has led him in a number of situations he would be more than happy to share with others. Many would find him to be very open and for the most part welcoming, though this does not change the fact that Jakobi is, indeed, somewhat of a moron. Guidance is needed from others to keep him on his toes, otherwise there is no telling what the guy will do. He’s impatient as ever and contemplating takes too much time.
A major fault in Jakobi is that he cannot keep his mouth shut. Everything spewed out of his mouth is said with little regret. Although somewhat nicer than others this trait has led many to label Jakobi as either a jackass or too honest for his own good. Although a little over-bearing on first meetings he, nonetheless, is a good person. He’s not one to judge others often, and even when he does Jakobi will take different perspectives on the matter. He enjoys getting to know people, providing reason enough for his large friend base. It’s more of a matter of growing used to the guy that serves as a challenge to people.
likes;;
loud noises, capital letters, prank wars, ‘kodak’ moments, singing obnoxiously in public, life, his band, touring, meeting new people, party time, socializing, huggind strangers, tweeting, facebook, the squeaky clean feeling after taking a shower, snuggling up against people, playing video games until five in the morning, da booze
dislikes;;
whores, hangovers, boring situations, dishonesty, miley cyrus, backstabbers, oranges, people sitting on his pillows, waiting, stalkers, people who come on too strong, being away from home, acting semi-normal, being alone, ignorance, waking up early, long distance relationships, being a grease monkey
quirks and habits;;
making odd sounds when he's bored, talking too much, making silly faces at cameras, randomly getting jiggy with it, forgetting important things, forgetting what he's doing on an hourly basis, flipping his hair, tracing things with his fingers, annoying others
strengths;;
A- Giving advice
B- Providing comfort
C- Being an idiot
D- Dishing out the most bad-ass remarks known to man
weaknesses;;
A- Jakobi fails at relationships, mainly because he gets bored easily
B- He’s difficult to understand sometimes on terms of thought-process
C- Can’t say no to alcohol and a good time
D- Overboard sexual advances scare him shitless
fears;;
dying, massive orgies, stalkers, small spaces, being alone, paparazzi, the future
goals;;
A- Find that ‘special someone’ (Brownie points if they can travel with him).
B- Discover what makes the tour bus smell so strange (Possibility: Old Pizza?).
C- Possibly lay off the drinky-drink (parties, however, remain essential).
D-TourDominate the world.
E- Make it big withoutselling outbecoming a complete asshole.
history;;
If you're here looking for a sob story, you can move right along with the search. Jakobi's life was far from depressing. He grew up in a modest town buried deep in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. His mom and dad had an average income that allowed them to live comfortably. Days as a kid were spent exploring and discovering new things everyday. He did well enough in school to make his parents proud, and even when Jakobi hit his rebellious teenage years they were nothing too bad. Despite the parties and long nights spent with friends, he went through high school smoothly and acquired a diploma on time.[/ul][/size]
After graduation, Jakobi attempted going to a community college. After a year of it, he grew bored. Sitting at home was just as bad as school, however, and within a few months of doing nothing he grew antsy. This was when he got a band together with a few friends of his. While it might have started as something he did to just pass time, the band's popularity spread and they were offered a chance to tour. Since Jakobi had always wanted to see what was outside of the tri-state area, he agreed, and here he is now.
age;; 20
what makes the world go 'round?;; lemon squish
i was sooo confused while reading.roleplay sample;;
Albus hated the outdoors. Anyone who knew the poor excuse of a Potter was perfectly aware of this fact. To him, it was dangerous. The outdoors served as a threat no matter how good of a day it appeared to be. Rain held the promise of getting wet, therefore making him miserable. The sun was hot and Albus, from past experience, learned of his over-talented ability to tan. Whatever Mother Nature had set forth, Albus always found an excuse to miss out on. It was too cloudy, too damp, and there had been a forecast of pixies attacking the grounds. He had to study, there was a test he need to make-up, and he needed to see the nurse for a strange aching in his left knee. His lack of knowledge on the joys of hiking or running, or anything but a mandatory outing for Care Of Magical Creatures or fresh potion ingredients, well reflected his supreme hatred for the outside world. To Albus, happiness was found in the form of books and homework, parchment and ink. If there was any reason for the sixteen year old to venture out, it had to be something worth his wile.
Well, as previously stated, there were few reasons why Albus Potter dared to go outside. As the lanky sixteen year old trudged across the grounds a single thought crossed his mind. It provided reason enough for him to take his chances in risking life and limb. Albus, you see, was in fact out of a specific weed found only in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Why he needed this weed was obvious only to him. After reading for what seemed like years, Albus had committed to memory the ingredients to one potion meant to increase ones eyelash length. It wasn’t that he needed something to further enhance his positive appearance. He was perfectly content with how he looked, exception being that he had inherited more of his mother’s feminine features than his father more chiseled looks. James, of course, had taken that trait from the so-called gene pool, and yet this fact was beside the point. Albus felt the need to create this potion solely because of its complexities. Such was a potion only master by a select few, even with the ridiculous outcome it presented. Until Albus had reached the final chapters of his potions book did he discover that lengthening eyelashes through a potion was such a difficult task. Being a difficult task, Albus found that he had to attempt it. After so many previous potions created, his lack of one of the most basic ingredients to many potions served as an obstacle.
And so, Albus had a very good reason to venture outdoors. Although ordering the ingredient was more his thing, time and money were both saved through Albus’s own adventures to find what he needed. The weed, as found through research, was said to exist in the Black Forest, and though the place had been forbidden Albus could not allow such limitations to get in his way. He had chosen a reasonable time to begin his mission. He had decided that mid-day was the perfect time to go into the forest without anyone’s knowing. Lunch was taking place and people socialized more within the Great Hall than anywhere else in the castle. Dress shoes, of all things for the boy to wear, paced the across the grounds and closer toward the forest every second. Black jeans comfortably fit his waists. A blue t-shirt hung loosely about his frame, covered with a faded gray jacket. It hadn’t been too cold of a day, but Albus was always one to complain. Warm gloves covered his hand to curb away and cold. They also would serve as a way to protect his hands from any dirt in the near future. Slung across his left shoulder was a messenger bag that contained very few belongings. A jar and book were the only two things besides a small notebook and a writing utensil. The boy sighed heavily as he reached the end of Hogwarts grounds. Before him stood the forest, all the more intimidating now that he was face to face with the army of trees. Albus, however, merely closed his eyes and stepped forwards, further walking into the forest in the search for his weeds. He was very cautious of his surroundings as he walked in deeper. It served as a relief when he found a small clearing.
There was, sadly, another person already occupying the small opening. Furthermore, Albus believed that the growth within the clearing was the weed he needed for his potion. Cursing to himself, Albus hoped that whoever the girl was would be leaving soon. In the meantime the Slytherin planned to just remain in the foliage. Of all the moments to trip, however, Albus had picked the worst time to when he stepped back and fell over a tree root. He cursed madly at the top of his lungs as he felt himself fall and hardly hit the ground, a seething pain reaching up his back and his head as he met the cold ground. A few more curses were given off angrily as his fist in frustration hit the soil. His cover had been blown, and Albus was quite sure that the girl had heard him.
Well, as previously stated, there were few reasons why Albus Potter dared to go outside. As the lanky sixteen year old trudged across the grounds a single thought crossed his mind. It provided reason enough for him to take his chances in risking life and limb. Albus, you see, was in fact out of a specific weed found only in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Why he needed this weed was obvious only to him. After reading for what seemed like years, Albus had committed to memory the ingredients to one potion meant to increase ones eyelash length. It wasn’t that he needed something to further enhance his positive appearance. He was perfectly content with how he looked, exception being that he had inherited more of his mother’s feminine features than his father more chiseled looks. James, of course, had taken that trait from the so-called gene pool, and yet this fact was beside the point. Albus felt the need to create this potion solely because of its complexities. Such was a potion only master by a select few, even with the ridiculous outcome it presented. Until Albus had reached the final chapters of his potions book did he discover that lengthening eyelashes through a potion was such a difficult task. Being a difficult task, Albus found that he had to attempt it. After so many previous potions created, his lack of one of the most basic ingredients to many potions served as an obstacle.
And so, Albus had a very good reason to venture outdoors. Although ordering the ingredient was more his thing, time and money were both saved through Albus’s own adventures to find what he needed. The weed, as found through research, was said to exist in the Black Forest, and though the place had been forbidden Albus could not allow such limitations to get in his way. He had chosen a reasonable time to begin his mission. He had decided that mid-day was the perfect time to go into the forest without anyone’s knowing. Lunch was taking place and people socialized more within the Great Hall than anywhere else in the castle. Dress shoes, of all things for the boy to wear, paced the across the grounds and closer toward the forest every second. Black jeans comfortably fit his waists. A blue t-shirt hung loosely about his frame, covered with a faded gray jacket. It hadn’t been too cold of a day, but Albus was always one to complain. Warm gloves covered his hand to curb away and cold. They also would serve as a way to protect his hands from any dirt in the near future. Slung across his left shoulder was a messenger bag that contained very few belongings. A jar and book were the only two things besides a small notebook and a writing utensil. The boy sighed heavily as he reached the end of Hogwarts grounds. Before him stood the forest, all the more intimidating now that he was face to face with the army of trees. Albus, however, merely closed his eyes and stepped forwards, further walking into the forest in the search for his weeds. He was very cautious of his surroundings as he walked in deeper. It served as a relief when he found a small clearing.
There was, sadly, another person already occupying the small opening. Furthermore, Albus believed that the growth within the clearing was the weed he needed for his potion. Cursing to himself, Albus hoped that whoever the girl was would be leaving soon. In the meantime the Slytherin planned to just remain in the foliage. Of all the moments to trip, however, Albus had picked the worst time to when he stepped back and fell over a tree root. He cursed madly at the top of his lungs as he felt himself fall and hardly hit the ground, a seething pain reaching up his back and his head as he met the cold ground. A few more curses were given off angrily as his fist in frustration hit the soil. His cover had been blown, and Albus was quite sure that the girl had heard him.
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