Post by CJ on Jun 16, 2010 15:59:36 GMT -5
Name:Chris Jenkins aka CJ
Character(Hunter, Demon, Angel):Hunter
Age:16
Gender:Male
Hometown:Renton, Washington
Nationality:Caucasian
Description:Standing at 5’4” CJ is the smallest boy in his class. Height matters nothing to him, unless he is being hassled because of it, but he really doesn’t enjoy his brown hair. Being a teenager, and trying to find that one hairstyle that sets him apart, has become impossible for him. CJ’s hair has a mind of its own, a lazy mind that only wants to stay down and loves to break the Law of Gel and Hairspray. Muscular and serious, CJ isn’t someone people should mess with, but his size doesn’t exactly shout out “fear me!”
Personality:An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Kill or be killed. Rules that CJ lives by in both his high school and his many foster homes. If he’s learned one thing in his many years traveling between one foster family to the next is that only you can trust yourself, and no one out there will always have your back. Always cautious, CJ keeps his serious expression at all times; only wavering when he gets angry at an individual.
His serious nature doesn’t come from having no parents, which actually is of no bother to him. CJ only acts they way he does because he loathes the pity stares that always follow him around. Even when he truthfully explains that his parents’ dying doesn’t affect him, everyone he meets always stares down at him (both figuratively and literally). That’s why whenever anyone gives him that look he treats them like crap, and that’s the reason he has moved from one foster family to the next.
Bio/History:Born on June 16, 1994, CJ was the son of Richard and Elizabeth Jenkins. Three years after his birth, CJ’s parents were in a terrible car accident, and they died instantly. Since then he has been passed around from one foster family to the next. The first family was the longest that kept him, for only five years. On his eighth birthday, unable to withstand his behavior anymore, CJ’s foster parents gave him up to move on to the next family. The second family only kept him for two years, mostly because they believed that they could change his attitude. His third family only kept him for two weeks, while number four kept him for three years, as did number five.
With his fourth family, now at the age of twelve, CJ noticed the changes in his classmates. People were growing, voices were changing, and some of the guys were even shaving. He, on the other hand, had nothing going on for him. It wasn’t until he turned fourteen that his voice changed a bit and he grew to the height he is today. Two years after these changes, his foster parents shipped him off to Portland to meet his new family, which surprised him because CJ had never left Washington before in his life.
Rp Sample: Everything was dark. Light seemed to be forbidden in this dark hole he called life. Buildings were burning, people were screaming, and nature was destroying the few things that were left. CJ didn’t see any of this happening, but he knew that it was occurring. He could almost feel all the disaster going on in the world, and it terrified him. How could all of this be happening? What person in their right mind allowed for this to happen? In a fetal position, CJ tried to shrink away from the world, to forever leave the place that was causing him pain.
“Sir, sir, please wake up.” A voice from a distance was heard by CJ. Was it God finally coming to take him away? His eyes fluttering open, CJ saw the eyes of one of the stewardess of the plane. Stretching himself awake, CJ nodded his thanks to the stewardess for waking him up. “We will be landing in five minutes, so please buckle up,” she told him before leaving. Listening to the instructions, CJ buckled himself up and looked at his watch (which was given to him by his third family.) It read 1:24 P.M. which meant he should arrive in Portland at around 1:30.
CJ didn’t wonder how his next family was, or what rules they were going to apply to him, or if they were going to spoil him in anyway. No, his only thought was how long he would last in that god forsaken place. He made a mental bet with himself saying that he was going to last there for only two months. Laughing to himself, CJ got ready for the landing.
At 1:30, the pilots voice came on saying that they were about to land, but it wasn’t until 1:45 that the actual landing accord. Why couldn’t airlines ever get anything right? If they say they will land in five minutes, then it should be in five minutes. Shaking his head, CJ rested his head on his right hand, waiting for them to be released. Finally at two they were released to go to the unwanted conveyor belt of doom.
Once out of the plane, CJ reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. Turning it back on, CJ went straight to the texting tab of the phone and sent a message to his now ex-foster parents telling them he was ok, just like he promised. Two seconds after sending it, they messaged back with a simple ok and nothing more. After this he deleted their message and their number. There was no point of him having a number of a person he was never going to talk to again. After doing this, CJ received another message from a number he didn’t recognize. At first he thought it was his ex-foster parents again, but the area code didn’t match with their number.
At this moment, CJ felt like Neo when he was given the choice of a red pill or a blue pill, the difference being that CJ’s choices were read the message or not? He could read the message but that would be like an invasion of privacy, but then again who cares? So with this in mind, CJ pressed the button and read the message.
What the hell? Was this some sort of prank, and if it was, it sure was a bad one. CJ erased the message, a little peeved at himself for wasting his time with it, and continued on to the conveyor belt. He was only there for three minutes before finding his bag (so wasting his time was good for something) and leaving to find his new foster parents.
It wasn’t that difficult finding his new family. For one thing, they were caring a huge sign that read “Are you our new son Chris Jenkins?” Also their clothes were incredibly bright, to say the least. The man was wearing a bright neon green shirt and rainbow colored shorts, with blue and red shoes. The woman, who was the wife, wore a red hot pink blouse, tight blue jeans that were bedazzled, and orange shoes. Their clothing wasn’t the most bothersome aspect about them-it was actually their smile. They each had a smile that seemed to burn to your very soul, yet it was so lifeless and cruel. One didn’t feel the warmth one usually gets when someone smiles at them, and the shudder that ran down CJ’s back proved that.
Sighing, CJ picked up his bags and walked right over, saying to himself “Welcome to your new life.”
Character(Hunter, Demon, Angel):Hunter
Age:16
Gender:Male
Hometown:Renton, Washington
Nationality:Caucasian
Description:Standing at 5’4” CJ is the smallest boy in his class. Height matters nothing to him, unless he is being hassled because of it, but he really doesn’t enjoy his brown hair. Being a teenager, and trying to find that one hairstyle that sets him apart, has become impossible for him. CJ’s hair has a mind of its own, a lazy mind that only wants to stay down and loves to break the Law of Gel and Hairspray. Muscular and serious, CJ isn’t someone people should mess with, but his size doesn’t exactly shout out “fear me!”
Personality:An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Kill or be killed. Rules that CJ lives by in both his high school and his many foster homes. If he’s learned one thing in his many years traveling between one foster family to the next is that only you can trust yourself, and no one out there will always have your back. Always cautious, CJ keeps his serious expression at all times; only wavering when he gets angry at an individual.
His serious nature doesn’t come from having no parents, which actually is of no bother to him. CJ only acts they way he does because he loathes the pity stares that always follow him around. Even when he truthfully explains that his parents’ dying doesn’t affect him, everyone he meets always stares down at him (both figuratively and literally). That’s why whenever anyone gives him that look he treats them like crap, and that’s the reason he has moved from one foster family to the next.
Bio/History:Born on June 16, 1994, CJ was the son of Richard and Elizabeth Jenkins. Three years after his birth, CJ’s parents were in a terrible car accident, and they died instantly. Since then he has been passed around from one foster family to the next. The first family was the longest that kept him, for only five years. On his eighth birthday, unable to withstand his behavior anymore, CJ’s foster parents gave him up to move on to the next family. The second family only kept him for two years, mostly because they believed that they could change his attitude. His third family only kept him for two weeks, while number four kept him for three years, as did number five.
With his fourth family, now at the age of twelve, CJ noticed the changes in his classmates. People were growing, voices were changing, and some of the guys were even shaving. He, on the other hand, had nothing going on for him. It wasn’t until he turned fourteen that his voice changed a bit and he grew to the height he is today. Two years after these changes, his foster parents shipped him off to Portland to meet his new family, which surprised him because CJ had never left Washington before in his life.
Rp Sample: Everything was dark. Light seemed to be forbidden in this dark hole he called life. Buildings were burning, people were screaming, and nature was destroying the few things that were left. CJ didn’t see any of this happening, but he knew that it was occurring. He could almost feel all the disaster going on in the world, and it terrified him. How could all of this be happening? What person in their right mind allowed for this to happen? In a fetal position, CJ tried to shrink away from the world, to forever leave the place that was causing him pain.
“Sir, sir, please wake up.” A voice from a distance was heard by CJ. Was it God finally coming to take him away? His eyes fluttering open, CJ saw the eyes of one of the stewardess of the plane. Stretching himself awake, CJ nodded his thanks to the stewardess for waking him up. “We will be landing in five minutes, so please buckle up,” she told him before leaving. Listening to the instructions, CJ buckled himself up and looked at his watch (which was given to him by his third family.) It read 1:24 P.M. which meant he should arrive in Portland at around 1:30.
CJ didn’t wonder how his next family was, or what rules they were going to apply to him, or if they were going to spoil him in anyway. No, his only thought was how long he would last in that god forsaken place. He made a mental bet with himself saying that he was going to last there for only two months. Laughing to himself, CJ got ready for the landing.
At 1:30, the pilots voice came on saying that they were about to land, but it wasn’t until 1:45 that the actual landing accord. Why couldn’t airlines ever get anything right? If they say they will land in five minutes, then it should be in five minutes. Shaking his head, CJ rested his head on his right hand, waiting for them to be released. Finally at two they were released to go to the unwanted conveyor belt of doom.
Once out of the plane, CJ reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. Turning it back on, CJ went straight to the texting tab of the phone and sent a message to his now ex-foster parents telling them he was ok, just like he promised. Two seconds after sending it, they messaged back with a simple ok and nothing more. After this he deleted their message and their number. There was no point of him having a number of a person he was never going to talk to again. After doing this, CJ received another message from a number he didn’t recognize. At first he thought it was his ex-foster parents again, but the area code didn’t match with their number.
At this moment, CJ felt like Neo when he was given the choice of a red pill or a blue pill, the difference being that CJ’s choices were read the message or not? He could read the message but that would be like an invasion of privacy, but then again who cares? So with this in mind, CJ pressed the button and read the message.
Attention:
Dean and Sam Winchester have gone missing. A number of their allies have fallen off the map as well.
There are only two things you need to know.
1. We have no idea where they could have gone.
2. We must find them.
Signed, Casey.
Dean and Sam Winchester have gone missing. A number of their allies have fallen off the map as well.
There are only two things you need to know.
1. We have no idea where they could have gone.
2. We must find them.
Signed, Casey.
What the hell? Was this some sort of prank, and if it was, it sure was a bad one. CJ erased the message, a little peeved at himself for wasting his time with it, and continued on to the conveyor belt. He was only there for three minutes before finding his bag (so wasting his time was good for something) and leaving to find his new foster parents.
It wasn’t that difficult finding his new family. For one thing, they were caring a huge sign that read “Are you our new son Chris Jenkins?” Also their clothes were incredibly bright, to say the least. The man was wearing a bright neon green shirt and rainbow colored shorts, with blue and red shoes. The woman, who was the wife, wore a red hot pink blouse, tight blue jeans that were bedazzled, and orange shoes. Their clothing wasn’t the most bothersome aspect about them-it was actually their smile. They each had a smile that seemed to burn to your very soul, yet it was so lifeless and cruel. One didn’t feel the warmth one usually gets when someone smiles at them, and the shudder that ran down CJ’s back proved that.
Sighing, CJ picked up his bags and walked right over, saying to himself “Welcome to your new life.”
