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JACK ROSEWOOD
FILE NAME: JACKSON ROSEWOOD
ALIASES: JACK, ROSEY
AGE: 21
BIRTHDAY: DECEMBER 21, 1997
GENDER: MALE HE/HIM
SEXUALITY: BISEXUAL (LEANING TOWARDS WOMEN)
FACE CLAIM: JOGIA AVAN
HEIGHT: 5’10”
BODY TYPE: FIT
EYE COLOR: BROWN
HAIR COLOR: DARK BROWN/BLACK
APPEARANCE: CLOSE, NARROW EYES; LONG HAIR;
APPEARANCE (IN DETAIL): NO BIRTHMARKS; 4 SMALL CIRCULAR BURNS ON BACK OF LEFT SHOULDER; NO PIERCINGS; NO TATTOOS
PHYSICAL CONDITIONS: NO PHYSICAL CONDITIONS
MENTAL CONDITIONS: BORDERLINE BI PERSONALITY DISORDER;
PHOBIAS: NO PHOBIAS
STRENGTHS: CHARISMATIC, FUNNY, EXCITABLE, QUICK LEARNER, EXCEPTIONAL CODER, PROBLEM SOLVER, ARGUABLY A GENIUS
WEAKNESSES: MANIC/DEPRESSIVE, COLD, SECRETIVE, SELF SACRIFICIAL TO A FAULT
LIKES: COMPUTERS, CANDY, CRIME DOCUMENTARIES
DISLIKES: COFFEE, THERAPISTS (ANYONE WHO ASKS), EMOTIONAL INTIMACY
HABITS: LAUGHING WHEN NERVOUS, BECOMING ANGRY AND COLD AT WHOEVERPUSHES HIS BOUNDARIES
VICES: WRATH, SLOTH, LUST, GLUTTONY
VIRTUES: HUMILITY, CHARITY, KINDNESS
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: ENGLISH
HISTORY OF: JACK ROSEWOOD
TW: DRUGS, ABUSE
Ever since Jack could remember, he had been taking care of his younger brother, Jacob. When he was six, Jacob was two. He didn’t know why his mother was gone or locked in her room, and he didn’t really wonder. He just took care of Jacob. He doesn’t know if he took care of Jacob before six, as he can’t remember past then, but all he remembers is filling bottles and reading to him the best he could at night.
When Jack turned eight and Jacob four, Jack found his mother hunched over the dining table after walking home from school. He turned around and with an innocent Jacob, calmly walked out of the house and to the park. This became a regular thing. Jack managed to keep Jacob from seeing it. Their mother had new boyfriends every month, but one finally stuck. Jack, now ten, taught Jacob, six, how to dial 9-1-1 or scream if anything happened to either of them. Especially at night. He cooked meals and still read to Jacob every night.
At his school’s library, he fell in love with computers. He could type quicker than anyone else. He learned simple mechanics, then more complex mechanics … His teacher even gave him some tips for basic coding. This inspired a lifetime love for computers.
Their mother’s boyfriend moved into the house. Jack, eleven, began to challenge his authority. He was always the man of the house. He always told Jacob what to do. This man was overstepping boundaries – trying to control him and Jacob. So, Jack back talked and refused to do whatever he was told. His mother’s boyfriend began to use him as his personal ashtray and, when arguments got too heated, beat him. Jacob never witnessed it.
A week after Jacob’s eighth’s birthday, the boys walked into a quiet house. Jack walked into the dining room and found his mother in her pose: slumped over the table, white masking her skin from the bridge of her nose to her neck. Her boyfriend was on the floor, also whitened. Jack only blinked and turned to take Jacob out of the house, but Jacob stood in the doorway. His eyes were wide and his pupils were small. He finally made a small squeak and ran to the phone on the wall. Jacob dialed 9-1-1 and through slurred speech, gave his address and screamed about how his mom looked dead. Jack only watched his brother before turning to the fridge to start on dinner.
The boys were taken to an emergency foster care home. The couple was a nice old pair of ladies who owned lots of dogs. It was nice, and it helped a now nonverbal Jacob come out of his shell again. They lived here for a year before a couple took interest in Jacob. They were only interested in Jacob. Upon learning that Jack wouldn’t follow, Jacob threw a fit. He sobbed and screamed, saying he can’t have Jack leave. “I can’t eat,” He cried. “Without him, I can’t eat. I can’t sleep.” After days of Jacob locking himself in his room, refusing to leave with the young couple with a house on the seaside, Jack was overcome with anger. In another attempted meeting, he banged on Jacob’s door and yelled about how he didn’t want to see him anymore. He had been taking care of Jacob his whole life, why would he want to even see him any longer? Why does he get the family? “You’ll be able to eat just fine. Eat – you’ll be able to eat just fine. And finally, without you, I’ll be able to sleep just fine. Can’t you see? I don’t want to take care of you. I don’t want to care for you. I don’t care about you!” He screamed into the door and turned to stomp into his room. Minutes later, Jacob’s door creaked open. He silently walked to his new family and left without a word.
That night, Jack sobbed into his foster mothers’ arms until he fell asleep the next afternoon from exhaustion.
At sixteen, Jack was finally adopted by a couple who were biological geniuses. His new father is an obstetrician and his new mother is a forensic scientist. They are completely capable of fueling his coding and computer addictions, as well as his higher education. They call Jack their pride and joy. They give Jack anything he could ever want, but secretly, Jack resents it. He feels it’s wasted.
He is still smothered in regret over what he said to his brother. He made no attempt to contact Jacob, and neither did Jacob to him. It’s a touchy subject, and you can count on a mangled hand how many people know. His only friends are Poppy Versace and his parents.
His parents took him to doctors who immediately diagnosed him with borderline bi personality disorder. He called bullshit. They said, "Exhibit A." Therapy never went well and he never talked about anything useful, but he learned how to open up and actually enjoy things. He became a jokester. He has a way with words that no one would have guessed he would obtain. To distract himself (and others) from his past, he pulls a goofy flirt persona to enjoy himself and to possibly allow himself to socialize.
ALIASES: JACK, ROSEY
AGE: 21
BIRTHDAY: DECEMBER 21, 1997
GENDER: MALE HE/HIM
SEXUALITY: BISEXUAL (LEANING TOWARDS WOMEN)
FACE CLAIM: JOGIA AVAN
HEIGHT: 5’10”
BODY TYPE: FIT
EYE COLOR: BROWN
HAIR COLOR: DARK BROWN/BLACK
APPEARANCE: CLOSE, NARROW EYES; LONG HAIR;
APPEARANCE (IN DETAIL): NO BIRTHMARKS; 4 SMALL CIRCULAR BURNS ON BACK OF LEFT SHOULDER; NO PIERCINGS; NO TATTOOS
PHYSICAL CONDITIONS: NO PHYSICAL CONDITIONS
MENTAL CONDITIONS: BORDERLINE BI PERSONALITY DISORDER;
PHOBIAS: NO PHOBIAS
STRENGTHS: CHARISMATIC, FUNNY, EXCITABLE, QUICK LEARNER, EXCEPTIONAL CODER, PROBLEM SOLVER, ARGUABLY A GENIUS
WEAKNESSES: MANIC/DEPRESSIVE, COLD, SECRETIVE, SELF SACRIFICIAL TO A FAULT
LIKES: COMPUTERS, CANDY, CRIME DOCUMENTARIES
DISLIKES: COFFEE, THERAPISTS (ANYONE WHO ASKS), EMOTIONAL INTIMACY
HABITS: LAUGHING WHEN NERVOUS, BECOMING ANGRY AND COLD AT WHOEVERPUSHES HIS BOUNDARIES
VICES: WRATH, SLOTH, LUST, GLUTTONY
VIRTUES: HUMILITY, CHARITY, KINDNESS
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: ENGLISH
HISTORY OF: JACK ROSEWOOD
TW: DRUGS, ABUSE
Ever since Jack could remember, he had been taking care of his younger brother, Jacob. When he was six, Jacob was two. He didn’t know why his mother was gone or locked in her room, and he didn’t really wonder. He just took care of Jacob. He doesn’t know if he took care of Jacob before six, as he can’t remember past then, but all he remembers is filling bottles and reading to him the best he could at night.
When Jack turned eight and Jacob four, Jack found his mother hunched over the dining table after walking home from school. He turned around and with an innocent Jacob, calmly walked out of the house and to the park. This became a regular thing. Jack managed to keep Jacob from seeing it. Their mother had new boyfriends every month, but one finally stuck. Jack, now ten, taught Jacob, six, how to dial 9-1-1 or scream if anything happened to either of them. Especially at night. He cooked meals and still read to Jacob every night.
At his school’s library, he fell in love with computers. He could type quicker than anyone else. He learned simple mechanics, then more complex mechanics … His teacher even gave him some tips for basic coding. This inspired a lifetime love for computers.
Their mother’s boyfriend moved into the house. Jack, eleven, began to challenge his authority. He was always the man of the house. He always told Jacob what to do. This man was overstepping boundaries – trying to control him and Jacob. So, Jack back talked and refused to do whatever he was told. His mother’s boyfriend began to use him as his personal ashtray and, when arguments got too heated, beat him. Jacob never witnessed it.
A week after Jacob’s eighth’s birthday, the boys walked into a quiet house. Jack walked into the dining room and found his mother in her pose: slumped over the table, white masking her skin from the bridge of her nose to her neck. Her boyfriend was on the floor, also whitened. Jack only blinked and turned to take Jacob out of the house, but Jacob stood in the doorway. His eyes were wide and his pupils were small. He finally made a small squeak and ran to the phone on the wall. Jacob dialed 9-1-1 and through slurred speech, gave his address and screamed about how his mom looked dead. Jack only watched his brother before turning to the fridge to start on dinner.
The boys were taken to an emergency foster care home. The couple was a nice old pair of ladies who owned lots of dogs. It was nice, and it helped a now nonverbal Jacob come out of his shell again. They lived here for a year before a couple took interest in Jacob. They were only interested in Jacob. Upon learning that Jack wouldn’t follow, Jacob threw a fit. He sobbed and screamed, saying he can’t have Jack leave. “I can’t eat,” He cried. “Without him, I can’t eat. I can’t sleep.” After days of Jacob locking himself in his room, refusing to leave with the young couple with a house on the seaside, Jack was overcome with anger. In another attempted meeting, he banged on Jacob’s door and yelled about how he didn’t want to see him anymore. He had been taking care of Jacob his whole life, why would he want to even see him any longer? Why does he get the family? “You’ll be able to eat just fine. Eat – you’ll be able to eat just fine. And finally, without you, I’ll be able to sleep just fine. Can’t you see? I don’t want to take care of you. I don’t want to care for you. I don’t care about you!” He screamed into the door and turned to stomp into his room. Minutes later, Jacob’s door creaked open. He silently walked to his new family and left without a word.
That night, Jack sobbed into his foster mothers’ arms until he fell asleep the next afternoon from exhaustion.
At sixteen, Jack was finally adopted by a couple who were biological geniuses. His new father is an obstetrician and his new mother is a forensic scientist. They are completely capable of fueling his coding and computer addictions, as well as his higher education. They call Jack their pride and joy. They give Jack anything he could ever want, but secretly, Jack resents it. He feels it’s wasted.
He is still smothered in regret over what he said to his brother. He made no attempt to contact Jacob, and neither did Jacob to him. It’s a touchy subject, and you can count on a mangled hand how many people know. His only friends are Poppy Versace and his parents.
His parents took him to doctors who immediately diagnosed him with borderline bi personality disorder. He called bullshit. They said, "Exhibit A." Therapy never went well and he never talked about anything useful, but he learned how to open up and actually enjoy things. He became a jokester. He has a way with words that no one would have guessed he would obtain. To distract himself (and others) from his past, he pulls a goofy flirt persona to enjoy himself and to possibly allow himself to socialize.
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