Post by jason on Oct 8, 2015 13:46:42 GMT -5
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 | ❛❛ these four lonely walls have changed the way I feel, JASON ROYDE 18 || bisexual || male || candidate |
PERSONALITY TRAITS ✔ charismatic, loyal, charming, headstrong, realistic ✖ depressed, arrogant, alcoholic, cynical, cold LIKES/DISLIKES ✔ sex, alcohol, sleep, talking, going out ✖ work, soberness, family, authority, fire OVERVIEW Thinking highly of himself since he was child, Jason is a cocky young man. Some might even say arrogant. Accompanied by his need to tell people what he thought of them, whether it was kind or not, has led to quite a few slaps on Jason’s cheek with no regret to what he said. However, this doesn't deter people from seeking him out in a crowd of people, like moths to a flame. They swoon over his “cool” and suave moves, completely unaware that was he is saying was made up on the spot. These social interactions are not enough for Jason, no, he craves for something more. Something more intimate. He craves for a real relationship. His parent’s absence throughout his childhood, forcing him to go with guardians who were only there for the money, deprived him of the love and care he needed as a child. The once cocky and impulsive young man that had ran around his father's hold doing what his heart told him has faded, along with his identity, and has now been replaced with a more mature man. While Jason still believes himself to be a gift to the underpants of men and women alike, he is not one to flaunt himself anymore. He is more than aware of his status as a fugitive and keeps on the down low, not causing a scene and avoiding attention as much as possible. Sure, he still flirts like crazy if someone gives him the chance, but he will not deliberately go out and try. As for the arrogance that radiated from the blond? It too has been replaced by an aura of ominous; who is this mysterious man? Again, Jason does not flaunt his looks, attitude, or most recently, his strength. He has indeed grown stronger form when he first began his journey. However, the biggest shift in Jason's personality is how cold, sarcastic, and cynical he's become. With the death of his childhood guardian, Jasmine, Jason has been plunged into a depression unlike one the young man has ever experienced. His demeanor has changed because of this and a little thunder cloud constantly hangs over him. | MISC ✪DRAGON n/a |
| ❛❛ memories turn to dust, please don't bury us, |
APPEARANCE Having grown about six inches over the summer of his sixteenth year, Jason stands proudly at 6'3". This, taken into consideration of how much he had trained himself over the past few years to, he is quite the handsome young man. Many people, boys and girls, have commented on his great physique and he can't argue with them. His gold blond hair isn't too long or too short, a length he calls "perfect". Aside from his hair, Jason’s eyes are another aspect of him that, pardon the pun, catch the eye. Being a beautiful blue and they seem to bring all his other features together, which makes this one-two combo an easy way to charm his opponents, or at least attempt to. Years have passed since, and while Jason hasn't grown any taller, his body has become more muscular due to constant training with his sword and having to live off in the wild for months at a time, avoiding the terrors of the night like the plague. The most distinct feature about Jason that has changed, however, are his eyes. The peaceful ocean of blue that once graced his face have now been replaced with a raging hurricane of rage and fury. His golden locks remain the same, however, if not slightly filthier. |
| ❛❛ ain't runnin' from myself no more, |
HISTORY Royde; A household name throughout the hold. That was the name of the Lord of the Hold, Richard Royde. He had single handily brought it up from the warm and fertile soil and lands on the edge of a lake to the grand hold it was today. Yet, Richard was more than a Lord, he was also a father. With such wealth and power at his disposal, the man needed a wife to shower her with gifts, and so he found Melissa. A woman who enjoyed the glamorous life of a Lady, she was soon disappointed to life as a second attraction, with money being the first for her new found husband. She was needing constant attention, and money, from Richard. This couple that seemed to doomed to despair did what any other failing marriage did; They had a child. A beautiful baby boy they named Jason. Jason Royde. The child was supposed to bring peace and fix all of the couple's problems according to a wise woman who came at his birth, and in a way, he did. He became the family's scapegoat. To his mother's compulsive shopping: "The baby needed a new wardrobe and I just happened to spot these trousers while I was leaving the castle...", to his father's late night absences: "I had to go talk to some peasants and settle a deal. The peasants, were, uh, very reluctant on letting me go without knowing what each would get...". Both parents used the newborn as an excuse to continue what was going on before but this time there was the cover of "helping the child" rather than for selfish reasons. This continued for a few years, Jason always being used as an excuse while in reality some caretaker hovered over the child having to do the real parental duties such as changing his diaper, feeding him, and bathing him. It wasn't until Jason began to speak did the two realize that their lies would soon come to surface, so his father did what any man with money did; Left. Oh, he didn't leave Melissa to care for the child alone, but he took her with him on a world wide cruise that took about two years to complete. They visited all of the other holds and while Melissa bought foreign and expensive clothes, Richard took part in the exotic services. As for their child? The one that was supposed to fix everything? He was left in the care of the first of many in a line of nannies. The toddler did what any other spoiled toddler would do, threw a fit constantly to get what he wanted. While he wasn't entirely sure where the parents he barely remember were, he didn't really care either. Having a room full of toys, and being given more whenever he asked, kept him distracted. Those two years flew by for the parents and by the time they came back, they had missed the first few weeks of Jason's first year of schooling. It soon became a pattern of sorts where Jason's parents would leave for months or years at a time, leaving him in the care of various nannies and guardians, then coming back for a few weeks. This pattern continued through most of Jason's elementary school days and even further, yet there was one minor change. Jason had a nanny that stayed. Jasmine Ellaine was her name, and she appeared sometime over the summer before Jason would puberty. She was an elderly woman with stark white hair and more laugh lines than Jason could count, but she did something no one else in his miserable existence had done before, she cared for the boy. Caring for the young lad, she taught him to respect nature, animals, and other people; although, it can be said that last point didn't get across too clearly. Jason learned from her and her sword. He learned the proper ways to how to hold a sword, where to strike an opponent, to disarm them, and how to be merciful. Jason also learned other things he wouldn't be able to learn from anyone else. Jasmine was a wise woman with a powerful arm, able to beat many of the men in the keep. When Jasmine wasn't teaching him about proper sword care or other lore, she taught the teenager how to read ancient text and about the mysterious dragons, promising him it would come to use eventually. On his seventeenth birthday, things changed. It was then that the deaths began. Hundreds of thousands of men swept across the hold late at night, destroying all in their path, and leaving the place Jason called home in ruins. Few survived and for those who did, they were alone in the world. Or just damn lucky. Jason was a combination of the two. While his raw talent and power was strong, the nerves as to what had just happened, the men being terrifying for any seventeen year old, left his mind weak. It was a miracle he survived, often having to resort to selling himself for labor or other physical activities. Metal clashed against metal, fist met skin, and on occasion, lips met lips. Jason survived, just barely, and with a dirt, blood, and tear ridden face, did his best to find a new home, or at the very least, a place to stop running from. His home found him, in a way. Running from bounty hunters who wanted his head, the Son of a Holdkeeper, he was called. Apparently whoever wanted him dead had put quite the bounty on his head. As he ran, he heard shouts of fear from the men who followed, and then they stopped. As he checked behind him, he saw them running in terror, and wondered "Why?". That was until the day turned dark, a shadow appearing overhead, and he was lifted into the air by powerful talons. Jason was going to the home of dragons; Lysindiria Weyr. |
| homestuck, drik strider - posidem |
