Post by Jack and The "Other" on Sept 22, 2008 18:17:43 GMT -5
Name: Jack Leadsin
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Jack is very quiet and withdrawn due to his life filled with torture and heartache. He tends to shy away from violence and avoids any conflict no matter what form. As a way to defend himself from the pain of the world he created a kind of split personality. This personality tends to be more loud and brutal than Jack deciding to solve all of his problems with violence. This personality does not go by any specific name but he has searched for one for sometime. At this time Jack refers to him as “The Other”. The two are very aware of each other but only the Other is able to take control of the body whenever he wants.
What kind of people you like: Straight?
Which Role are you: Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: …Seriously?
Custom Title: ::.Cursed Puppet.::
History: Jack was born on the world outside of the Houses. He lived there with his mother for many years, and every day of every year he was tormented. Jack’s birth was an accident, or so he is told. The only reason she did not have him aborted was the fact that his father wanted him. His mother went through nine months of hell and on the day when she delivered her boyfriend never showed up. For the first few years Jack was protected from his mother’s rage because of her false hope. Jack was happy during that time enjoying the time that he spent with his friends. Sadly a few weeks after his seventh birthday his mother’s hope died and once it did the dam that held back her rage broke.
She beat him mercilessly that day and to finish off his first day of his new life she left him with a large scar from his right shoulder all the way down to his left hip. Jack lived like this for years until he was sixteen. Finally Jack’s own rage materialized into the personality known as “The Other”. The day the other appeared was just like any other. He came home from school, received his usual beating, and did his chores. As Jack lay down to go to sleep a voice resonated from within his head. The voice whispered dark thoughts and secrets into his ear all night. Sometime during the night he fell asleep and he woke up two days later. When he awoke there was a letter for him. As he read over it he found out what had happened when he was asleep.
Apparently the Other had used his time to humiliate everyone who had ever made fun of Jack ... all except for his mother of course. With this new routine Jack continued on with his miserable life until a few months after his seventeenth birthday. On that day he saw the House. His mind immediately told him that those who entered never came out. He had heard the legends and on that day he was just so tired of living in this world. With out hesitation he entered the house unsure of what was on the other side. Now on the other side Jack is unsure of what to do and where to go.
Sample RP:
Ex. From a mythical site
Gene grasped his blade and lifted it high into the air and with one swift stroke slammed it into a nearby stump, which he had made earlier. The axe cleaved the stump in twain and embedded it self in the soft, warm soil underneath. "I am not sure of its exact weight but I have been told that it is at least one hundred and fifty pounds." It was true he never measured it but people had always told him legends about the axe and how his father obtained it.
He let out a soft sigh that even the most experienced hunting ears would have trouble hearing. It always made him depressed to think of his father. The fact that he never finished his training, the fact that he had not brought his anger and his true self together in balance. His father had, he was always berserker always at his full strength but not Gene. No he was stuck living as two.
Gene shook his head as he heard the sound of someone speaking. His head tilted towards the person and he examined him. The man looked like a warrior from hell dressed in his armor. Gene felt his hand go for his axe but his other hand stopped it. He knew that his other side was struggling to over throw Gene's control. He moved his bandaged hands and shoved them into his pockets.
He glanced at his axe and wondered if he should pick it back up. If he did would he be able to sheath it or would he lash out at the man, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the man address him. "Have you been observing us this entire time?" he asked making an assumption. The man spoke about when he had first seen the Lady today. How did he know Gene did not do as he said he should do unless he watched.
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