Post by jason on Sept 10, 2009 20:59:50 GMT -5
Full Name: Jason Daniel Miller
Nickname: A lot. He just doesn't go by any of them.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
History: Jason was born to a prostitute mother, and he has no idea who his father is. It really could be anyone. Jason didn't have the easiest of lives, but who really does? His mother didn't really care for him, she just saw him as a nuisance, something just bringing her down. Ever since he was able to walk and talk, his mother sent him out on the streets every morning and told him not to come back until she left for work. She would leave a piece of bread and a cup of water for him when he came back, and he wouldn't see her again until the morning when she told him to leave.
That cycle continued on until he was seven years old. That evening is the clearest memory of his childhood; walking in to the slummy apartment that he shared with his mother and seeing her on the ground, dead. She was obviously murdered, and Jason didn't know what to do. He just collected his belongings and left, and never looked back.
Since then Jason lived wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He became a newsie, and has been a newsie for the past ten years.
Personality: Jason's a little rough around the edges. He enjoys fighting, anything and everything about it. Fighting to him is an art, and he's proud to be well trained in that art. He's sarcastic, and can be quiet at times. He doesn't do too well with strangers, and sometimes with women. To his true friends he's loyal to them until the day he dies. Jason holds grudges, he tried not to, but gave it up since it was too hard to stop.
Appearance: Jason has short brown hair that's choppy, because he cuts it himself when it gets too long, and his hair falls in his eyes. He likes it that way. He has green eyes, but his hair's in his face, so no one can really tell unless they're really looking. He's tall, standing at 6'2, and is muscular. Not over the top muscular, but he's no bean pole.
Other: Occasionally wears a red bandanna. Smokes more than a chimney, and has a problem with alcohol. But he won't admit that.
Nickname: A lot. He just doesn't go by any of them.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
History: Jason was born to a prostitute mother, and he has no idea who his father is. It really could be anyone. Jason didn't have the easiest of lives, but who really does? His mother didn't really care for him, she just saw him as a nuisance, something just bringing her down. Ever since he was able to walk and talk, his mother sent him out on the streets every morning and told him not to come back until she left for work. She would leave a piece of bread and a cup of water for him when he came back, and he wouldn't see her again until the morning when she told him to leave.
That cycle continued on until he was seven years old. That evening is the clearest memory of his childhood; walking in to the slummy apartment that he shared with his mother and seeing her on the ground, dead. She was obviously murdered, and Jason didn't know what to do. He just collected his belongings and left, and never looked back.
Since then Jason lived wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He became a newsie, and has been a newsie for the past ten years.
Personality: Jason's a little rough around the edges. He enjoys fighting, anything and everything about it. Fighting to him is an art, and he's proud to be well trained in that art. He's sarcastic, and can be quiet at times. He doesn't do too well with strangers, and sometimes with women. To his true friends he's loyal to them until the day he dies. Jason holds grudges, he tried not to, but gave it up since it was too hard to stop.
Appearance: Jason has short brown hair that's choppy, because he cuts it himself when it gets too long, and his hair falls in his eyes. He likes it that way. He has green eyes, but his hair's in his face, so no one can really tell unless they're really looking. He's tall, standing at 6'2, and is muscular. Not over the top muscular, but he's no bean pole.
Other: Occasionally wears a red bandanna. Smokes more than a chimney, and has a problem with alcohol. But he won't admit that.