Jason Anderson

[Jason Eric Anderson [GONE.]]

-- JASON ERIC ANDERSON

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-- FULL NAME: jason eric anderson
-- NICKNAMES: jason
-- AGE: seventeen
-- BIRTH PLACE: new jersey
-- ORIENTATION: bisexual
-- OCCUPATION: prostitute/drug dealer
-- PLAYED BY: jayy von monroe

-- PERSONALITY

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-- OPTIMISTIC: despite everything that jason has been through, he is surprisingly optimistic about life, though his optimism can only go so far. he does not see any way to get out of the mess he got himself into, but at least he has a source of steady income, right? he will always try to find a bright side in any situation though others may seem his bright sides as, well... just another dark side. for example, maybe he ran out of heroin, but at least he has some cocaine, right? that's better than nothing in his eyes. maybe he forgot to bring some water, but he's got some vodka hidden in one of his water bottles. he almost cut too deep last night, but at least he has a clean long sleeved shirt to hide it. to put it simply, his optimism is always showed in some way y his diseases and addictions. he puts on such a believable happy mask that sometimes he even finds himself believing it, but then when he's alone, everything comes crashing down around him.
-- MUSICAL: from a young age, jason had a talent with music. he could literally pick up almost any instrument and within hours learn the basics of how to play. he mostly sticks with guitar, drums, bass, violin, and piano but set him in a room with any instrument in the world and he'll be able to figure it out. he is also an incredible singer with an unbelievable range. he can also do screaming and growling vocals. music is his healthy escape from everything. he's a big fan of bouncy music (brokencyde, blood on the dance floor, etc.) but he enjoys a bit of everything from classical to metal.
-- BROKEN: as would be expected from someone with a past as disturbing as jason's, he is broken and shattered and struggling to breathe in a world he feels never wanted him in the first place. he is suicidal, with two failed suicide attempts that haunt him every day, and his addictions are becoming increasingly worse at a terrifying level. he does not believe in love yet he is desperate for someone to save him, to wrap him up in their arms and tell him that everything will be okay. every cut, every shot, and every drug rings him just one step closer to the edge and he honestly has no idea how he'll be able to hang on another year... but things always have to get better, don't they? he hopes so.

-- LOVES:
- halloween
- dancing
- smiling
- making new friends
- bouncy music
- instruments
- singing
- laughing
- making others happy
- sex
-- HATES:
- rape
- abuse
- his family
- new years
- new years parties
- being in relationships
- alcohol
- drugs
- scarring people
- being alone forever
- being raped
- getting arrested
- never getting better

-- HISTORY

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jason is one of those kids that have had a hard life from the start. he was a mistake, something his whole family frequently tells him, conceived the one time his parents had unprotected sex. his mother had been off the pill and both of his parents had been too drunk at the time to even remember what a condom was. couple months later, his mother realized she was pregnant. it is surprising that jason came out as "normal" as he is, considering his mother drank heavily throughout the whole pregnancy. from the day he was born, jason suffered abuse from everyone. his cries as a baby were ignored, he was rarely fed or bathed, and sometimes sat in the same dirty diaper for hours. his family, being a bunch of drug addicts and alcoholics, never did a damned thing to help the poor kid so he was forced to grow up pretty fast. too fast. his whole history still haunted him today and more than likely will cause him to be a little messed up in the head for the rest of his life.

traumatically, jason was introduced to sex at the young age of five years old. his uncle started to molest him any time they were left alone together. holidays became even more of a nightmare for the poor toddler and he quickly turned to a deadly way to try and take away the pain. at the age of just seven years old, little jason picked up razor blade and sunk the metal into his right thigh. that was his first scar. it is still there, three inches long and paler than his skin. on top of the molestation, which carried on until he was twelve years - the year his uncle died due to a drug overdose -, jason was also raped by not one but two drunk men at one of his family's new years parties. they lured him into the basement, locked the door behind him, and used his body to pleasure themselves one after the other. they stuffed his mouth with rags so no one would hear him screaming. jason still has nightmares about it. he can remember the pain and the blood and the way it felt when they touched him... just thinking about it makes him reach for the razor to end the pain.

the year after his uncle died, when he was just thirteen, jason took to the streets. he became a prostitute. what drove him to it he doesn't understand. maybe he became one just so he would have someone to hold on to at night. maybe he just got tired of being so alone. with prostitution came drugs and alcohol, things that were all too easy to gain access to due to his living situation. his parents never noticed when drugs or alcohol went missing. they were usually too fucked up to even notice if he was home or not. most days his mother was passed out drunk on the floor and his father was out somewhere unknown, more than likely cheating on the woman he had married so many years ago. they never noticed anything jason did. some nights, he would even bring various men and women into the house and up to his bedroom. no one ever noticed. no one ever cared.

when he was fifteen, he got his first tattoo - illegally, of course, but he got it for free. or, well, in exchange for sex. this was how he got most things in his life. his whole family was rich, he didn't even know where all the wealth came from, so he could have bought the world without lifting a finger, but instead he just kept selling his body. rumors were of course spread around school and around town. he hardly had any friends and the few he had usually never lasted very long. he was cheated on. he's been in abusive relationships. he attempted suicide twice his sophomore year of high school. the first time was in december. he tried overdosing in an ally, but a policeman found him and brought him to the hospital. the second time was in march. he cut himself deep, but not deep enough. again, he was found and brought to the hospital.

another thing he did when he was fifteen was he got really into music. he learned how to play the guitar, drums, bass, violin, and the piano. he can also sing and so scream and growls. he wanted to try and make a living out of his talents, but some days, he just doesn't have the energy to do it. he recently moved to west virginia with his family.

-- SAMPLE

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it had been yet another rough night for him. hell, he wasn't even sure if it was night or early morning or what anymore, but at least he was finally starting to wake up. unsurprisingly, he wasn't waking up in his bed, either. he was waking up once more passed out in some back ally somewhere around town. his left sleeve was rolled up above his elbow, exposing a line of scars and a few dried trails of blood. dropped down onto the filthy pavement beneath him was a used needle and even though he didn't remember what it was, or even using it, jason knew that it was his. whose else would it be? he was the only one here. in his lap sat two razor blades, one used and the other still gleaming deviously. blinking in a dazed way, brown eyes unfocused, he reached for the used blade with clumsy fingers, hardly having the strength to lift the blade from his lap but forcing himself to pick it up and hurl it across the ally as far as he possibly could, which wasn't very far considering his current state. the other one he placed in the front pocket of his shark back pack, pulling out a bottle of stolen prescription drugs instead. the bottle was mixed and half the time he didn't even know what he was taking; okay, so all of the time he never knew exactly what he was taking, but at least he could figure out how each pill would make him feel. shaking out a few into a shaking palm, jason carefully picked out two that would help him feel more energized. he popped the two pills into his mouth, replacing the pills into his backpack and zipping it.

there was a bad taste in his mouth as well as an unsettling stickiness around his lips. it was all starting to come back to him now. last night or this morning or whenever the fuck it had been, he'd shot up heroin. it wasn't something he did very often and he hadn't had any on him when the urge became too strong to resist, so he must have gotten it from some sort of dealer. and the payment hadn't been in money. making a face, jason unzipped the bigger pocket of his backpack and pulled out a water bottle, taking a big gulp of water before remembering that he hadn't filled the bottle with water before leaving his house. it was filled with vodka. coughing and sputtering, struggling for a breath as his eyes watered, jason closed the bottle and shoved it back in his bag, taking a few more seconds to catch his breath before struggling to his feet. his whole body ached. it felt like he'd been in a fight, though he knew he hadn't, at least not recently. not that he could remember, anyway. groaning softly, the seventeen year old braced himself against the wall, his head spinning as his eyes blinked, trying to bring the world into focus. it was dark out, which wasn't helping, but at least he had managed to get to his feet this time. sometimes he got so fucked up he wasn't even able to lift his head. hopefully the pills would kick in and make him feel more alive.

slowly, very slowly, the seventeen year old began to move away from the wall. his legs felt like gelatin but with each step he could feel himself becoming more steady. at least he wasn't falling all over the place. that was an improvement. after what felt like hours, he made it to the end of the ally. he looked around but couldn't manage to think of where he was. his thoughts were still all jumbled and his vision was kind of blurry still. turning around in a circle, stumbling backwards and slurring a few curses under his breath, jason let out a yelp of surprise as his body suddenly came in contact with another person. he tried to spin around and see who it was but his legs didn't more fast enough and he ended up tipping forward, his hands the only thing stopping his face from hitting the pavement. "fuck," he mumbled, shaking his head to try and clear it as he turned to simply just sit down, leaning back on his hands and looking blankly up at the person he had bumped in to. "sorry you were standing there and i was backwards and you were there where i was going," he slurred, his words hardly making any sense at all. hey, at leas the could talk.


outfit: click!
ooc: first post with him! c:

-- OOC

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-- NAME OR ALIAS: gray
-- AGE: seventeen
-- RP EXPERIENCE: been on proboards since i was 12. REBEL. but i started when i was younger.
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: sexy as fuck. weird, strange, odd.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: a giant egg fell out of the sky and crashed through my roof so i cracked it open with a giant hammer and then i was transported to this magical place called the internet and now i have no social life and spend my life doing nothing but role-playing and joining sites that tragedy shows me. in case you didn't understand that, tragedy gave me the link.
-- RULEPHRASE: Admins Edit
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[--THE JESSTER]

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