JesterTagz
The Trickster
Name: Adrian Shade
Age: 27-37
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: He is sort of soft spoken, and has a quiet strength about him, which tends to either piss off or intimidate people. When he is pissed off, he tends to get violent, picking people up, slamming them into walls and such. He doesn’t put up with any brattines, ever. He is a romantic, and once you get him to fall in love with you, (*cough* Jessie *cough*) he will do anything in his power to keep you, his dignity and life be damned.
Backstory: In the normal strand, he is dead. Died of cancer at the age of ten, which is what made his father start drinking and being abusive. But in this strand, his brother, Ovidiu died. So he was the one abused for years on end. Instead of taking that, he came home with a gun one day, and shot his old man between the eyes. After doing his time, he came out and because of his criminal record, wasn’t employed by anybody. So there we have him going to be a stripper at a local club, being treated like trash every day. All the joy and love for life he used to have was soon ripped away from him, and depression hit him harder than his old man ever had. But then he met Jessie, and things slowly started to straighten themselves out.
Colors/Aesthetic: black, grey, pastel blue, orange and pinks (think sunset)
Favorite Song: “Devil” by Shinedown
Theme Song: “If I could fly” by One Direction
Misc: He has a huge rose tattoo on his ribs.
Age: 27-37
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: He is sort of soft spoken, and has a quiet strength about him, which tends to either piss off or intimidate people. When he is pissed off, he tends to get violent, picking people up, slamming them into walls and such. He doesn’t put up with any brattines, ever. He is a romantic, and once you get him to fall in love with you, (*cough* Jessie *cough*) he will do anything in his power to keep you, his dignity and life be damned.
Backstory: In the normal strand, he is dead. Died of cancer at the age of ten, which is what made his father start drinking and being abusive. But in this strand, his brother, Ovidiu died. So he was the one abused for years on end. Instead of taking that, he came home with a gun one day, and shot his old man between the eyes. After doing his time, he came out and because of his criminal record, wasn’t employed by anybody. So there we have him going to be a stripper at a local club, being treated like trash every day. All the joy and love for life he used to have was soon ripped away from him, and depression hit him harder than his old man ever had. But then he met Jessie, and things slowly started to straighten themselves out.
Colors/Aesthetic: black, grey, pastel blue, orange and pinks (think sunset)
Favorite Song: “Devil” by Shinedown
Theme Song: “If I could fly” by One Direction
Misc: He has a huge rose tattoo on his ribs.
NAME; Ovidiu Constantin
AGE; 17-24 SEXUALITY; Confused gay
RELATIONSHIP STATUS;
ZODIAC SIGN; Capricorn
BIRTHDAY;Jan 18
BIRTH STONE; Garnet
ETHNICITY; Caucasian
OCCUPATION; Lifeguard and swimming instructor. Training to be a basketball player
PERSONALITY; He operates on a "What you don't know can't hurt you" basis. He'll basically keep all the problems going on in his life inside, be it taxes, a bad day, or cancer. And then, one day. After months of it all building up, he'll snap. Hard. He is also the kind of person who falls in love desperately and will go to hell and back for you.
BACKSTORY; He spent the first nine years of his life in Romania before moving to Canada along with his family. His twin brother died of cancer shortly after middle school. This affected their father severely, and the man started drinking. And didn't stop. Soon, he lost himself to the bottle and became something completely different. TW- after more than one or two bottles, he'd get drunk as hell. And rape whoever was closest. Ovidiu or his mom. Now, Ovidiu is terrified of moving out because he is afraid his mother would be left alone to deal with his father, night after night.
LIKES; Hugs. Telling him you need him and you love him. Accepting the fact he needs to take things slow. Kissing him unexpectedly. Bear hugging him even though you're shorter. Playing pranks on him. Making fun of him. Telling him "I love you" out of the blue
DISLIKES; His father. His mother. People screaming.
HOBBIES; He is a huge graffiti artist. And he sings, although the chances of him being comfortable enough to song around you are really small. ——
AGE; 17-24 SEXUALITY; Confused gay
RELATIONSHIP STATUS;
ZODIAC SIGN; Capricorn
BIRTHDAY;Jan 18
BIRTH STONE; Garnet
ETHNICITY; Caucasian
OCCUPATION; Lifeguard and swimming instructor. Training to be a basketball player
PERSONALITY; He operates on a "What you don't know can't hurt you" basis. He'll basically keep all the problems going on in his life inside, be it taxes, a bad day, or cancer. And then, one day. After months of it all building up, he'll snap. Hard. He is also the kind of person who falls in love desperately and will go to hell and back for you.
BACKSTORY; He spent the first nine years of his life in Romania before moving to Canada along with his family. His twin brother died of cancer shortly after middle school. This affected their father severely, and the man started drinking. And didn't stop. Soon, he lost himself to the bottle and became something completely different. TW- after more than one or two bottles, he'd get drunk as hell. And rape whoever was closest. Ovidiu or his mom. Now, Ovidiu is terrified of moving out because he is afraid his mother would be left alone to deal with his father, night after night.
LIKES; Hugs. Telling him you need him and you love him. Accepting the fact he needs to take things slow. Kissing him unexpectedly. Bear hugging him even though you're shorter. Playing pranks on him. Making fun of him. Telling him "I love you" out of the blue
DISLIKES; His father. His mother. People screaming.
HOBBIES; He is a huge graffiti artist. And he sings, although the chances of him being comfortable enough to song around you are really small. ——
Name: Jessica Lockheart
Age: You never ask a girl how old she is, jackass.
Open for rp: No.
Sexuality: Straight, if you must know.
Personality: Abrupt as hell and the badest bitch in town, Jessica does whatever she sees fit and doesn’t care about what you or anyone else has to say. She is unapologetically feminist and believes girls should be considered strong as hell despite liking pink and skirts. Of course, she doesn’t wear any of those herself, because they don’t go with her skintone, aesthetic, or anything else. She doesn’t curse a lot, but if the situation calls for it, she will absolutely tell you what to shove where and what to do afterwards. She is also very slightly homophobic, in the way she calls people ‘I'm uncultured’ as an insult and will not hesitate to put you down for acting even slightly feminine. BUT. That isn’t because she doesn’t like gay people. Hell, her boyfriend is bi. It’s because she was mistaken for a lesbian for the longest time, just because she works in a mechanic’s shop and never much cared for dresses and such. When called out on her homophobia, she will proceed to call you a snowflake. Not very nice of her, which is why I don’t want to play her.
Quirks: She is addicted to fizzy water and will down it by the gallon, refusing to drink anything else. She’s worn the exact same shade of bright red lipstick for years, and puts it on even while in the workshop. Her hair is naturally brown, but she dyed it black in her rebellious teen years to piss her mom off. Which she continues to do, making sure to redo her dye job before any family gatherings for that same reason.
She gets really pissed off if her nailpolish chips, “I spent twenty minutes of my goddamn day doing this, and what does it do? Chip with the first opportunity it has. Fuck. This. Shit.” Still, she continues to do her nailpolish, even stopping mid job, car parts all around her to it up and redo her mascara and eyeliner.
This would piss everyone off, if she weren’t their best mechanic.
Backstory: She grew up with her brother Jackson, until he left to do whatever the hell. To this day, she hasn’t found him, and assumes him dead. After his disappearance, she dropped out of college, unable to focus on her schoolwork, and started doing things with her hands. One of the guys from the mechanic’s shop took her under his wing, and soon enough the student became the teacher, learning faster and finding problems in cars no one else was able to see at first glance. She still works at the same mechanic’s shop despite ten years having passed, and is frenemies with all the workers there.
Hopes and Dreams: She puts 10% of everything she earns into a savings account my default, hoping she’ll someday have enough money to open her own mechanic’s shop. Despite the fact she’s been saving for years, she gets easily distracted by things she doesn’t really need and after months of hoarding ever little cent, she’ll blow it all off on makeup or a motorcycle or leather clothes, unless someone stops her.
Age: You never ask a girl how old she is, jackass.
Open for rp: No.
Sexuality: Straight, if you must know.
Personality: Abrupt as hell and the badest bitch in town, Jessica does whatever she sees fit and doesn’t care about what you or anyone else has to say. She is unapologetically feminist and believes girls should be considered strong as hell despite liking pink and skirts. Of course, she doesn’t wear any of those herself, because they don’t go with her skintone, aesthetic, or anything else. She doesn’t curse a lot, but if the situation calls for it, she will absolutely tell you what to shove where and what to do afterwards. She is also very slightly homophobic, in the way she calls people ‘I'm uncultured’ as an insult and will not hesitate to put you down for acting even slightly feminine. BUT. That isn’t because she doesn’t like gay people. Hell, her boyfriend is bi. It’s because she was mistaken for a lesbian for the longest time, just because she works in a mechanic’s shop and never much cared for dresses and such. When called out on her homophobia, she will proceed to call you a snowflake. Not very nice of her, which is why I don’t want to play her.
Quirks: She is addicted to fizzy water and will down it by the gallon, refusing to drink anything else. She’s worn the exact same shade of bright red lipstick for years, and puts it on even while in the workshop. Her hair is naturally brown, but she dyed it black in her rebellious teen years to piss her mom off. Which she continues to do, making sure to redo her dye job before any family gatherings for that same reason.
She gets really pissed off if her nailpolish chips, “I spent twenty minutes of my goddamn day doing this, and what does it do? Chip with the first opportunity it has. Fuck. This. Shit.” Still, she continues to do her nailpolish, even stopping mid job, car parts all around her to it up and redo her mascara and eyeliner.
This would piss everyone off, if she weren’t their best mechanic.
Backstory: She grew up with her brother Jackson, until he left to do whatever the hell. To this day, she hasn’t found him, and assumes him dead. After his disappearance, she dropped out of college, unable to focus on her schoolwork, and started doing things with her hands. One of the guys from the mechanic’s shop took her under his wing, and soon enough the student became the teacher, learning faster and finding problems in cars no one else was able to see at first glance. She still works at the same mechanic’s shop despite ten years having passed, and is frenemies with all the workers there.
Hopes and Dreams: She puts 10% of everything she earns into a savings account my default, hoping she’ll someday have enough money to open her own mechanic’s shop. Despite the fact she’s been saving for years, she gets easily distracted by things she doesn’t really need and after months of hoarding ever little cent, she’ll blow it all off on makeup or a motorcycle or leather clothes, unless someone stops her.
Name: Daemon Mia Archer
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Chaotic gay
Personality: He is an over the top dramatic person with a flare for the artistic.
Backstory: Boy is depressed. Boy's best friend kills themselves. Boy finds art as a way to cope. Boy discovers he is supper gay, comes out to his parents and gets kicked out. Boy is an honours student anyway and kicks ass at both school and life.
Appearance: Clothes always splattered with paint, Dae can usually be found in a pair of old, faded jeans and a white T-shirt which is 'artistically' no longer white. He has a blue-purple pixi cut and earrings in both ears. Behind one of his ears, a paint covered brush can be found. He is also surprisingly fit. Despite having to manage a part time job and school, Dae is always popping into the Lazer tag center and going on as many runs as possible. As a result, he had grown quite lean and has great stamina.
Misc: He has a tattoo of a twenty sided die on his wrist.The number on the die reads 2, and the caption around it is "It could be worse"
Likes: Music, crappy fan fiction, guys, and Wattpad lemons.
Hates: The quiet. It scares the crap out of him, and if he's not trying to scare the silence away with laughter, than there is music playing in the background or the TV is on.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Chaotic gay
Personality: He is an over the top dramatic person with a flare for the artistic.
Backstory: Boy is depressed. Boy's best friend kills themselves. Boy finds art as a way to cope. Boy discovers he is supper gay, comes out to his parents and gets kicked out. Boy is an honours student anyway and kicks ass at both school and life.
Appearance: Clothes always splattered with paint, Dae can usually be found in a pair of old, faded jeans and a white T-shirt which is 'artistically' no longer white. He has a blue-purple pixi cut and earrings in both ears. Behind one of his ears, a paint covered brush can be found. He is also surprisingly fit. Despite having to manage a part time job and school, Dae is always popping into the Lazer tag center and going on as many runs as possible. As a result, he had grown quite lean and has great stamina.
Misc: He has a tattoo of a twenty sided die on his wrist.The number on the die reads 2, and the caption around it is "It could be worse"
Likes: Music, crappy fan fiction, guys, and Wattpad lemons.
Hates: The quiet. It scares the crap out of him, and if he's not trying to scare the silence away with laughter, than there is music playing in the background or the TV is on.
Backstory:
Jackson's mother was a teen when she got pregnant with him. She didn't want him. Social Services got involved, and fast forward a few years of bouncing from one house to another, he's been adopted and flown from Canada all the way to London, where he lives with his adoptive father. He'd spent a lot of time with people who only adopted for tax benefits, which was why when he met someone who would fight like hell to keep him and loved him unconditionally, it was a shock. His first act of magic happened when his adoptive sibling, Jester, was getting bullied for his sexuality. The two of them were surrounded by a group of bullies on their way home. The cans of spray paint Jester had dropped exploded, covering the boys in rainbow and giving the two brothers a chance to escape.
Ever since then, things kept bursting around him in times of stress, which actually resulted in quite a few accidents and discussions about whether exploding the science class was an accident or not. When he received his letter, his adoptive father had to convince him to go. After not having a family for the longest time, Jackson had finally found someone who wanted him and now that very same person wanted him to leave to a far away place full of strangers. Talk about separation anxiety, eh? Weeks of pleading from Anthony Thorn Lockwood, his adoptive father, and a promise to write daily finally made him agree, somewhat sullenly.
Personality:
For the first couple weeks, Jackson will probably spend some time alone, missing Anthony and trying to act like he isn’t. With every letter he gets from his dad, he will get less anxious, eventually growing more comfortable in the castle and making friends. He is the kind of person to try and touch ‘that weird angry tree’ just because he’s feeling pissed off and wants to get the anger out of his system. More will develop as he grows up, just because...ya know, he’s 11. He can’t have a personality that’s set in stone already, now can he?
Likes:
Drawing. He loves it and would do almost anything to become a better artist. Three years of walking around the streets of London gave him time to see the most amazing graffiti and meet amazing people. For a little while he was part of a graffiti gang, in charge of keeping watch while the 'Immortals' did their thing.
Dislikes:
Spoiled people. He cannot stand anyone who has a lot more than those around them and acts like it. Yeah, you never had to go hungry, mate. But that don’t mean you have to act like you’re better than me.
Jackson's mother was a teen when she got pregnant with him. She didn't want him. Social Services got involved, and fast forward a few years of bouncing from one house to another, he's been adopted and flown from Canada all the way to London, where he lives with his adoptive father. He'd spent a lot of time with people who only adopted for tax benefits, which was why when he met someone who would fight like hell to keep him and loved him unconditionally, it was a shock. His first act of magic happened when his adoptive sibling, Jester, was getting bullied for his sexuality. The two of them were surrounded by a group of bullies on their way home. The cans of spray paint Jester had dropped exploded, covering the boys in rainbow and giving the two brothers a chance to escape.
Ever since then, things kept bursting around him in times of stress, which actually resulted in quite a few accidents and discussions about whether exploding the science class was an accident or not. When he received his letter, his adoptive father had to convince him to go. After not having a family for the longest time, Jackson had finally found someone who wanted him and now that very same person wanted him to leave to a far away place full of strangers. Talk about separation anxiety, eh? Weeks of pleading from Anthony Thorn Lockwood, his adoptive father, and a promise to write daily finally made him agree, somewhat sullenly.
Personality:
For the first couple weeks, Jackson will probably spend some time alone, missing Anthony and trying to act like he isn’t. With every letter he gets from his dad, he will get less anxious, eventually growing more comfortable in the castle and making friends. He is the kind of person to try and touch ‘that weird angry tree’ just because he’s feeling pissed off and wants to get the anger out of his system. More will develop as he grows up, just because...ya know, he’s 11. He can’t have a personality that’s set in stone already, now can he?
Likes:
Drawing. He loves it and would do almost anything to become a better artist. Three years of walking around the streets of London gave him time to see the most amazing graffiti and meet amazing people. For a little while he was part of a graffiti gang, in charge of keeping watch while the 'Immortals' did their thing.
Dislikes:
Spoiled people. He cannot stand anyone who has a lot more than those around them and acts like it. Yeah, you never had to go hungry, mate. But that don’t mean you have to act like you’re better than me.
FANTASY SHEET
Full name; Jackson Black Lockwood
Nickname; Jax
Age; 16-35, depending on rp
Birthday; January 18th
Species; Half human, half warlock
Special abilities; Things tend to explode around him in times of stress. He can also pull drawings out of paper and bring them into the real world
Appearance; Tall and lean, with curly black hair which he keeps 80's rock sort of long, light skin and icy-blue eyes.
Tattoos, piercings, etc: He works at a tattoo parlor, which is why he is absolutely covered in tatts. The most impressive one is that of a snake with emerald eyes, which wraps around his neck. He also has a single eyebrow piercing
Personality
+ Doesn't put up with bullshit and gets straight to the point
+ Painfully honest
= Uses humor as a self-defense mechanism
= Constantly offering or doing drugs
- PTSD - his stepbrother got brutally murdered in front of him
- Socially awkward when he's not high
Likes; The four D's. Drawing, doming, drugs, and d***.
Dislikes; Being talked down to. Stupidity. Discrimination.
Backstory; His mother got pregnant with him as a teen, didn't want him. He bounced around in the system for a few years until he found a good home, with a father who loved him and crazy but wholesome people. Then his brother got killed in front of him. He started doing drugs, got into trouble with some local gangs, picked up graffiti as a hobby. Until the tattoo parlor picked him up. After that, he continued to do graffiti, but other than that, he pretty much settled down.
Full name; Jackson Black Lockwood
Nickname; Jax
Age; 16-35, depending on rp
Birthday; January 18th
Species; Half human, half warlock
Special abilities; Things tend to explode around him in times of stress. He can also pull drawings out of paper and bring them into the real world
Appearance; Tall and lean, with curly black hair which he keeps 80's rock sort of long, light skin and icy-blue eyes.
Tattoos, piercings, etc: He works at a tattoo parlor, which is why he is absolutely covered in tatts. The most impressive one is that of a snake with emerald eyes, which wraps around his neck. He also has a single eyebrow piercing
Personality
+ Doesn't put up with bullshit and gets straight to the point
+ Painfully honest
= Uses humor as a self-defense mechanism
= Constantly offering or doing drugs
- PTSD - his stepbrother got brutally murdered in front of him
- Socially awkward when he's not high
Likes; The four D's. Drawing, doming, drugs, and d***.
Dislikes; Being talked down to. Stupidity. Discrimination.
Backstory; His mother got pregnant with him as a teen, didn't want him. He bounced around in the system for a few years until he found a good home, with a father who loved him and crazy but wholesome people. Then his brother got killed in front of him. He started doing drugs, got into trouble with some local gangs, picked up graffiti as a hobby. Until the tattoo parlor picked him up. After that, he continued to do graffiti, but other than that, he pretty much settled down.
Name: Jackson Black Lockwood (Blackwood)
Age: 17- 35 depending on rp
Sexuality: Bi, but leans towards girls
Personality: Jackson is stuck between being an anxious, self-esteem deprived son of a bitch, and having a lot of confidence. Here’s how it works: When he is doing things he knows how to do well, like cook or graffiti, or dealing with the mob, he’s fine. As long as he only depends on himself for things and there is minimal social interaction involved. BUT. If there are other people around, say, if he is talking to someone, then he will panic. For example, if there was a girl he wanted to hang out with and chill rather than sleep with, then he’d forget how to speak. But if it was just sex and he didn’t want to have to do with her anymore after that, it would simply be a transaction of sorts. “you make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good, and no one owes anything to anyone afterwards”. His anxiety mainly comes into play with things he has no experience doing. Like being friends with girls. Mind you, the anxiety will be a big part of him if you have to deal with him during his teenage years. However, if you meet him as an adult, you’ll see he’s much more self-confident and can carry out a normal conversation.
Backstory: His mother had him as a teenager, and didn’t want him. So she dumped him in foster care, and up and left. After a while, Jax ended up in an orphanage. He aged out and spent a good time of his life dealing drugs for the mob. It was when the leader of the mob Nico, finally told him to get his shit straight and refused to let him self drugs for him anymore that Jax opened up his tattoo parlor. He’s been working there since, picking up a few unfortunate souls along the way to help him out, and bombing (graffiti) by night. By now, he’s tagged most of New Calydon, and has to go further and further away from his shop to find good places, while avoiding cops. He has a pall up in the NCPD, however, who tends to swing things his way if he ever gets in trouble for tagging. Also. He has a black cat with a white circle around its left green eye which makes it look like its wearing an eyepatch. The cat's name is Toothless, and it will have kids. Sebastian Anderson will get one of those kids, and it will be named Toothfull, and it will have the dignity of a queen.
Quirks: He has a sketchbook full of crappy drawings. Somewhere in the middle is a rough sketch of what his tattoo parlor will look like, assuming he gets better at drawing and actually opens one. At the very back is a sketch of his brother in his final moments. With blood painting the pavement below Jester’s pain filled frame, and a million shades of blue and purple in his terror filled eyes. If anyone ever dares to touch the sketchbook, he will claw their eyes out and beat the crap out of them. He’s had it for years and it shows. A simple, beaten up black cover and yellowed pages which have floofed up over the years, with little strips of paper shoved in, paint and pencil clashing on the same page, half-forgotten song lyrics scribbled in blue pen on corners and unfinished tattoo designs. If anyone gave that sketchbook a hearty shake, dreams and memories would fall out like rain, piling up on the floor at their feet.
On top of that, Jax’s home is in a beaten down car by the side of the road, in a forgotten alleyway.
He doesn’t have a place to call home, since his parents dropped him off in foster care at a very young age. He hates it there. Absolutely despises even thinking of that place. [SPOILER “Thoughts”] He himself didn’t really have a home, dropping in and out of the foster care place whenever he felt like it. Most days, he slept on the streets, because he couldn’t take the stifling heat. The noise. The million voices shouting overtop another and small, cramped spaces in which too many people lived and breathed.
Age: 17- 35 depending on rp
Sexuality: Bi, but leans towards girls
Personality: Jackson is stuck between being an anxious, self-esteem deprived son of a bitch, and having a lot of confidence. Here’s how it works: When he is doing things he knows how to do well, like cook or graffiti, or dealing with the mob, he’s fine. As long as he only depends on himself for things and there is minimal social interaction involved. BUT. If there are other people around, say, if he is talking to someone, then he will panic. For example, if there was a girl he wanted to hang out with and chill rather than sleep with, then he’d forget how to speak. But if it was just sex and he didn’t want to have to do with her anymore after that, it would simply be a transaction of sorts. “you make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good, and no one owes anything to anyone afterwards”. His anxiety mainly comes into play with things he has no experience doing. Like being friends with girls. Mind you, the anxiety will be a big part of him if you have to deal with him during his teenage years. However, if you meet him as an adult, you’ll see he’s much more self-confident and can carry out a normal conversation.
Backstory: His mother had him as a teenager, and didn’t want him. So she dumped him in foster care, and up and left. After a while, Jax ended up in an orphanage. He aged out and spent a good time of his life dealing drugs for the mob. It was when the leader of the mob Nico, finally told him to get his shit straight and refused to let him self drugs for him anymore that Jax opened up his tattoo parlor. He’s been working there since, picking up a few unfortunate souls along the way to help him out, and bombing (graffiti) by night. By now, he’s tagged most of New Calydon, and has to go further and further away from his shop to find good places, while avoiding cops. He has a pall up in the NCPD, however, who tends to swing things his way if he ever gets in trouble for tagging. Also. He has a black cat with a white circle around its left green eye which makes it look like its wearing an eyepatch. The cat's name is Toothless, and it will have kids. Sebastian Anderson will get one of those kids, and it will be named Toothfull, and it will have the dignity of a queen.
Quirks: He has a sketchbook full of crappy drawings. Somewhere in the middle is a rough sketch of what his tattoo parlor will look like, assuming he gets better at drawing and actually opens one. At the very back is a sketch of his brother in his final moments. With blood painting the pavement below Jester’s pain filled frame, and a million shades of blue and purple in his terror filled eyes. If anyone ever dares to touch the sketchbook, he will claw their eyes out and beat the crap out of them. He’s had it for years and it shows. A simple, beaten up black cover and yellowed pages which have floofed up over the years, with little strips of paper shoved in, paint and pencil clashing on the same page, half-forgotten song lyrics scribbled in blue pen on corners and unfinished tattoo designs. If anyone gave that sketchbook a hearty shake, dreams and memories would fall out like rain, piling up on the floor at their feet.
In the couple seconds Amaya’s attention had been focused on his sketchbook, Jackson panicked. Hard. He wrapped his arms around himself uncomfortably, biting his lip and looking away, feeling his heart rate shoot up. His palms were sweating and his knees had gone weak at the thought of someone looking through the blackbook. Seeing all his crappy drawings and judging him. He could already see her critiquing him. Because he was horrible at drawing, or so he thought. In reality, he was decent. Not horrible, but certainly not as good as her. The books pages were filled with half finished sketches of tattoos, graffiti he wanted to do, and random ass thoughts.
On the very first page was a sketch of the tattoo shop he would open up some day, assuming he actually got good at drawing. And on the last page was a hyper realistic drawing of his brother, bleeding out on the dirty cement with a knife in his stomach. Every shade of red and black could be found on that page. Jax had perfectly captured the way Jester had curled up around himself, painfully small lying in a pool of his own blood terror and pain written on every crease of his face, and in his blue and purple eyes. It looked so real it might as well have been a picture.
On the very first page was a sketch of the tattoo shop he would open up some day, assuming he actually got good at drawing. And on the last page was a hyper realistic drawing of his brother, bleeding out on the dirty cement with a knife in his stomach. Every shade of red and black could be found on that page. Jax had perfectly captured the way Jester had curled up around himself, painfully small lying in a pool of his own blood terror and pain written on every crease of his face, and in his blue and purple eyes. It looked so real it might as well have been a picture.
On top of that, Jax’s home is in a beaten down car by the side of the road, in a forgotten alleyway.
He was sheltered inside a broken down car which had been in his alley for ages. Rust covering the thing almost entirely and ancient windows glazed over by years of dirt, Tang was the only place Jax felt truly safe. The graffiti artist had pulled out the front seats and after a few days work with the spraypaint, turned the inside silver skeleton of the car into a lively mural. He had a small, battery powered mini-fridge which he’d stuffed under where the steering wheal was supposed to be. The rest of the car held small knickknacks, two changes of clothes and a string of fairy lights, which he’d taped to the roof. The owner of the car had, for whatever reason, given it to Jax before he passed and left it in his will that nobody was to move the said car from where it had been parked. The guy owned the bit of land it was sitting on, which made Jax’s home practically untouchable. Only problem? It got kind of cold during the winter, and none of the car’s systems still worked. He made it through with a good blanket, though. All in all, he loved Tang. Loved the faint smell of paint which still hung in the air, the way it got really hot in the summer and that he could hear the rain pit-pattering on the roof overhead. Nobody could bother him while Tang held him. Not even Will knew where he was.
He doesn’t have a place to call home, since his parents dropped him off in foster care at a very young age. He hates it there. Absolutely despises even thinking of that place. [SPOILER “Thoughts”] He himself didn’t really have a home, dropping in and out of the foster care place whenever he felt like it. Most days, he slept on the streets, because he couldn’t take the stifling heat. The noise. The million voices shouting overtop another and small, cramped spaces in which too many people lived and breathed.
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