Post by trey on Jan 31, 2010 17:05:55 GMT -7
† - Treyvon Elijah Jacobs - †
†Trey†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Treyvon Elijah Jacobs
Nicknames: Trey
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 19
Occupation: Nature Photographer and Artist
Orientation: Bisexual
Health Problems: Slightly mentally unstable
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
† Silent: The Loner - Trey hates talking with people, only because he thinks that everyone is always focused on one thing nowadays. Repeated discussions over a single subject are one of his main pet peeves. He's also silent because he knows he will say something sarcastic, or cruel, and that everyone on his mother's side of the family is silent and don't associate themselves with people on the spot. They take their time to build friendships and other relationships.
† Friendly: The Sweetheart - This is the rare side of Trey. Whenever Elizabeth or any other girl is upset, he will try to cheer them up. Seeing women upset makes him upset, since he's been around mainly women and had to be there for them. Trey uses encouraging things when comforting them, and understands that there are times that they need to be alone. Trey won't continue to annoy them, but leave them alone, and possibly check on them later on to see if they are okay.
† (Why so) Serious (?) : Also Sarcastic and Over protective- Trey can be pretty sarcastic when meeting people for the first time. But let him open up to you. He's only sarcastic because he is mentally debating whether he should trust you or not. One way to get on his bad side is to flirt with his little sister, Elizabeth. He is bound to attack you, but thanks to Elizabeth asking him not to fight, Treyvon will hold himself back, and simply tell you to leave Elizabeth alone. He understands there will be a day when the head of the family will pass away soon, and that after Mr. Matthew Jacobs is dead, Treyvon will be the patriach. This is why Treyvon is usually serious and silent most of the time.
Likes:
† Pencil Drawings
† Grayscale/ Black and White
† Drawing portraits
† Photography
† Drinking tea
† Cake
† Asian Culture (Like his sister)
† History
Hates:
† Prostitutes
† Rainy Days
† Headaches
† When his drawing subject moves
† Being alone
† Women in general
† People in general
Talents:
† Observational Drawing
† Acting
† Singing
† Dancing
† Focuses really well.
Habits:
† Plays with hair
† Shows up late for work
† Fidgeting
† Stares off into space
† Yelling at Elizabeth-May for little things
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Light Tan
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Amber with bits of blue
Build: Scrawny
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos:
†Many piercings - Three in both ears, and lower lip piercing
†Some Scars
†Tattoo of his mother and sister's name on right arm
Choice of Clothing: He prefers to wear flannel shirts and anything else that is baggy and loose. Ripped jeans and boots are also a plus. On occasion, he does wear other casual wear, like sweater vests and nice pair of jeans.
Other: He is 5'9" 1/2, and weighs 201 LBS. His hair reaches to his neck. He is usually criticized for having his hair like most girls do.
† History †
History: Artistic as he was, Treyvon was always distant from his family. He never liked to talk to others, and he often drew his feelings on whatever paper he could find. After the death of his dear mother, Lily-May, he restricted himself from talking to anyone. It worried his father, his stepmother, his sister.. it worried everyone around him! Everyone on the maternal family of the Jacobs did not hold grudges unless they had a good reason for it. Treyvon's case was different. Right after the passing of Lily-May Jacobs came 38-year-old Lauren Axford, a prostitute. He noticed that she payed more attention to him, than Elizabeth-May.
"Why do you love me so much?" He asked Lauren one day as she was applying make-up to her face. "You are so much like your father...", She said in a monotonous voice, which showed she was in deep concentration. That didn't make any sense to Treyvon. He was a quiet boy who had a dislike for people and showed it in his drawings. He asked her how that was possible, and Lauren told him, "Think about your sister.", and left once she was done with her make up. That's right... He was often kind to his sister, Elizabeth-May, who often felt alone and unloved. He remembered the day when Elizabeth-May came to him, crying that their stepmother had beat her again. Treyvon hated this woman, and wanted her out.
He confronted his father with a serious look on his face and a stern glare towards his father's face. "Dad. Make her leave.", He demanded. Matthew simply looked at him. It was hard to tell if he was angry or confused. "Me 'n Lizzie can't take it no more, Dad. Tell her to leave.", Treyvon said as he stood his ground. Sadly, he lost this battle. Matthew stated that Lauren was a part of this family and that she only wants to love her stepchildren, although her stepchildren did not want her love. He also understood that it was hard to move on without Lily-May, but Lauren was staying. "But dad, she's been beatin' on Lizzie-May like e'ery day now! All for now reason!", Treyvon tried once more to convince his father. "Stop feeding me lies, Trey. Now go play with your sister." That day marked his defeat.
The next day, it was Treyvon who found his sister missing. He inspected the house, neighbor's house, and then the whole neighborhood before officially reporting the missing girl to the Police. When they told him they'll find her soon, they actually meant that they'll wait a few years to actually find Little Lizzie-May. He took part in every search party, breaking his back to find a single trace of his sister. He was among the few who never gave up.
He was 16 when he sat and watched the man who sexually abused Elizabeth-May. He didn't really care what they did with him, as long as the bastard was punished severely. But as for Lauren, Treyvon wished she was put on Death Row, which showed his strong hatred for his stepmother.
As Elizabeth-May was getting all the help she could get, the idea of moving to London popped up. "I think moving is a lil' too sudden for 'er, Dad... just give 'er time.", Said Treyvon as he sketched his mother's photo, the one on the funeral service brochure.
During his days at school, the question of his sexuality arose. He didn't know that he and Elizabeth-May shared the same problem. One day, after class, Treyvon encountered his love interest and best friend, a young man named Markus. Markus was on the baseball team, and the top dancer in Dance class. The way he spun, twisted, moved his body and put emotion into it was why he had a thing for Markus. "I need to talk to you for a minute, Mark...", Said a nervous Treyvon as everyone else filed out of the classroom. "Alright, what do you want to talk about?", Asked Markus. Treyvon took a deep breath, and told his friend that he liked him. Markus never replied, but instead, walked out of the classroom. "Don't bother calling me tomorrow, Trey...", Said Markus, who then left a very heart broken Treyvon at the door of the classroom. That afternoon, Elizabeth-May confronted him, explaining a scenario much like his own. She even had the same rule as him, but his was directed towards his now Ex-Best Friend.
Now 18, Treyvon was looking up local colleges to attend when he noticed that Elizabeth-May was late coming home. He had gotten a call from the hospital, saying that Elizabeth-May was being tested for any male DNA left in her after being savagely raped earlier in the day. He quickly drove to the hospital as fast as he could, but still obeyed the driving laws and such. When he arrived at the hospital, he saw her on the bed, crying in her patients gown. The second time he cried was caused because of this scene in front of him; the first time he actually cried was when he heard Lily-May had died. "I think it's about time we leave, right Lizzie?"
After graduation, Treyvon called all of the colleges he made applications to, saying that he was moving to another country--England. Elizabeth-May was taken out of the school system, and put into Homeschooling shortly after coming home from the hospital, and since that Treyvon passed all his classes with a good amount of knowledge worth teaching his sister, he took the time to tutor her after they would settle in London.
Right when they settled in their apartment in Paternoster Square, Treyvon immediately began looking for a job. To much of his luck, he found a Photography business, and asked for a job there. Along with art classes, Treyvon took some photography classes in his Senior year, and filled up most of his days taking pictures of Nature. There weren't many photographers in the Nature department, so he immediately went for that department. He waited nearly a week. And when they called, he was given the job.
There were days when he took Elizabeth-May with him when he doing his job, only because she needed to get out more and possibly do more pictures of Nature. He enjoyed having company with him while he photographed Mother Nature. And there were days when he was gone for the whole day. When he saw her stuck doing chores, Treyvon got over the fact that he was tired, and helped out. Their only problem was sharing the one bedroom given to the both of them.
Mother/Father: Mother - Lily-May Jacobs/Deceased
Stepmother - Lauren Axford/Living
Father - Matthew Elijah Jacobs/Living/Air Force/Ex-Marine
Siblings: Elizabeth-May - Younger
Offspring: N/a
Other: N/a
† RP example †
Steady now...
He twisted the shutter, to focus in on the small section of foliage he was interested in. He needed this to work; any slight movement would completely blow this shot off, and he absolutely despised that. Whenever a shot went wrong, it was because either the camera moved, or the subject moved. He wouldn't stand for that. CLICK! He looked at the final product. The foliage was breathtaking; Jade greens, and emeralds, yellow greens and finally, whites. The photo included everything: every crease, every shadow, every other leaf in the background, he caught everything. A smile crept onto his face, a serious yet an attractive olive-skinned mask. Time for another one..
All the while, a girl sat on the park bench, with a yellow, spiral notebook in her lap and a green 3B General Drawing Pencil in her hand. She was a petite, and delicate girl with caramel skin and night sky hair. She watched carefully after he changed his position, crouching and leaning towards the right, then the left to get the perfect angle. He somewhat just started his job, a year ago, and already was producing such radiant photos of Mother Nature. Of course, he had already taken classes for photography.
It seemed like forever...
"Alright... time to go.", He announced as he approached her, placing his Nikon d40 camera in it's case, slinging it over his shoulder after zipping it shut. While he was getting his belongs together, the girl did the same. "What do you want for dinner?", Asked Treyvon as he guided her to the car, a shining, black Ford. "Not sure...", Said the girl. He chucked, and then said, "You're never sure... silly girl."
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Elizabeth-May
Other Characters: Elizabeth-May; Seth (Upcoming)
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