Post by Dil on Apr 20, 2006 15:17:25 GMT -5
Name: Jason Vernon Wells
Age: 19 Years
Sex: Male
Personality: He's a true romantic, but only to those he really loves. Around the opposite sex, he's not a flirt. Odd? Maybe, but he isn't one to flirt with anyone, no one, period. If someone came onto him, he'd back off and possibly run.
He's a traditional boy, but thinks of women highly, and gives them much respect, considering he hangs around his sister alot. When he gets into his little projects, he REALLY gets into them. Like, when he gets a new job, he NEEDS to do better than the guy next to him, because it's wired in his brain that he /must/ be the absolute best he can be.
Physical Appearence: (or if you are as bad at this as me, you may use your picture) -coming *looks for brother's picture xP*-
History: Born into the smaller family of the mother, father, and only two older brothers, Jason was always the over acheiver. He had to do everything perfectly, even as a baby. When he put blocks away, if he thought he did it wrong, he would knock them over again, and start over. He was born this way, as nothing made him the compulsive exceller he is. But, since day one, he was different. Not a mental condition or any condition; he was just different from the other boys. He was a true individual, and he liked it. He was always flocked by girls, but he never really liked all the female attention; it was truly annoying how they would hang onto him. He felt Jessi told her friends the truth; they were just little hoes.
Sample Post: Bear was his name....he wasn't worth the title of Alpha, and so, Gram-Gram stripped him of his power..." Mac smirked at the thought. How could someone that has power be so...so worthless? So annoying? She never knew Bear, and never wanted to. He was dead anyways, so there was nothing she had to worry about. She smirked lightly, looking up at the sky, seeing the clouds disappearing. Her ma always said that when everyone dies, they fly to the sky. She growled at the sky and stuck her tongue out at it, hoping to insult her grandfather. She never liked the things she was told about him, and one thing was clear to her; she would be a better fighter than he ever was. She was going to be like her Gram-Gram, Keira. Keira was strong, wise, and tough, everything Mac wanted to be, but Keira was only part of her role models. There were a few others, so she could be the ultimate fighter, the Mafia Admeril....
She smiled lightly as she looked at Havik and nodded as she let out a little yawn, canines showing as she tried to remember what had happened with the first male she had ever met out of her family. Well, the first male /pup/. Axel was his name? Yeah, that was it. God, what a flirt....he thought she was a killer. Ha! Maybe in a few years, but not now...now, she was training for the One Shot. She was going to fight, and fight as well as she could. Her thoughts were repetitive, but they were going to come true as she grew older. Love held no bound on her, but family love, that was it. And, Havik was apart of her family now, weather he knew it or not, she wanted him to stay with her. Sure, maybe not in the Mafia, unless he wished it, but she couldn't make him do anything she wanted him to do.
Her head cocked to the side as she looked at Havik, his speaking of something that had to have a major baring on him, apparently. Auds went back as her smile or even smirk left her. She looked up at him, feeling sick for a moment. It wasn't Havik, it was the moment. Shaking her head, she stood, and nuzzled Havik lightly. "Havik...you couldn't hurt me. Not that I think you want to. That wasn't your fault, it was all a wittle freak accident....and it blew out of proposition. Don't kill yourself over it....I need you, Hav...You're my buddy..." Mac knew no more to say, other than that. She knew it may seem so corny, but she knew that it all came from the heart.
*Picture: i51.photobucket.com/albums/f400/CornyCougar/Family/DCP_0001_1.jpg I have better piccys of him, I just can't find them right now xDD
Age: 19 Years
Sex: Male
Personality: He's a true romantic, but only to those he really loves. Around the opposite sex, he's not a flirt. Odd? Maybe, but he isn't one to flirt with anyone, no one, period. If someone came onto him, he'd back off and possibly run.
He's a traditional boy, but thinks of women highly, and gives them much respect, considering he hangs around his sister alot. When he gets into his little projects, he REALLY gets into them. Like, when he gets a new job, he NEEDS to do better than the guy next to him, because it's wired in his brain that he /must/ be the absolute best he can be.
Physical Appearence: (or if you are as bad at this as me, you may use your picture) -coming *looks for brother's picture xP*-
History: Born into the smaller family of the mother, father, and only two older brothers, Jason was always the over acheiver. He had to do everything perfectly, even as a baby. When he put blocks away, if he thought he did it wrong, he would knock them over again, and start over. He was born this way, as nothing made him the compulsive exceller he is. But, since day one, he was different. Not a mental condition or any condition; he was just different from the other boys. He was a true individual, and he liked it. He was always flocked by girls, but he never really liked all the female attention; it was truly annoying how they would hang onto him. He felt Jessi told her friends the truth; they were just little hoes.
Sample Post: Bear was his name....he wasn't worth the title of Alpha, and so, Gram-Gram stripped him of his power..." Mac smirked at the thought. How could someone that has power be so...so worthless? So annoying? She never knew Bear, and never wanted to. He was dead anyways, so there was nothing she had to worry about. She smirked lightly, looking up at the sky, seeing the clouds disappearing. Her ma always said that when everyone dies, they fly to the sky. She growled at the sky and stuck her tongue out at it, hoping to insult her grandfather. She never liked the things she was told about him, and one thing was clear to her; she would be a better fighter than he ever was. She was going to be like her Gram-Gram, Keira. Keira was strong, wise, and tough, everything Mac wanted to be, but Keira was only part of her role models. There were a few others, so she could be the ultimate fighter, the Mafia Admeril....
She smiled lightly as she looked at Havik and nodded as she let out a little yawn, canines showing as she tried to remember what had happened with the first male she had ever met out of her family. Well, the first male /pup/. Axel was his name? Yeah, that was it. God, what a flirt....he thought she was a killer. Ha! Maybe in a few years, but not now...now, she was training for the One Shot. She was going to fight, and fight as well as she could. Her thoughts were repetitive, but they were going to come true as she grew older. Love held no bound on her, but family love, that was it. And, Havik was apart of her family now, weather he knew it or not, she wanted him to stay with her. Sure, maybe not in the Mafia, unless he wished it, but she couldn't make him do anything she wanted him to do.
Her head cocked to the side as she looked at Havik, his speaking of something that had to have a major baring on him, apparently. Auds went back as her smile or even smirk left her. She looked up at him, feeling sick for a moment. It wasn't Havik, it was the moment. Shaking her head, she stood, and nuzzled Havik lightly. "Havik...you couldn't hurt me. Not that I think you want to. That wasn't your fault, it was all a wittle freak accident....and it blew out of proposition. Don't kill yourself over it....I need you, Hav...You're my buddy..." Mac knew no more to say, other than that. She knew it may seem so corny, but she knew that it all came from the heart.
*Picture: i51.photobucket.com/albums/f400/CornyCougar/Family/DCP_0001_1.jpg I have better piccys of him, I just can't find them right now xDD
