Post by Jem Castro on Apr 8, 2013 21:05:37 GMT -5
New York Police Department, Buffalo, New York
May 4th, 2010 3:14 AM
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Detective Palmero, Badge #3692
May 4th, 2010 3:14 AM
This record is not meant to be replicated or redistributed
Detective Palmero, Badge #3692
State your name.
Jeremiah - ahem, Jem Castro.
Age, grade, and date of birth, please.
18, in my senior year... June 7th, 1994. I was born at Mercy Hospital in Galveston, Texas, I'd you need to know that, too.
Play any sports, kid? Participate at school? Are you even employed?
Do I look like someone who spends a bunch of time kicking a ball around on a field? Not with this hair, honey... But I intern with a photographer, if that counts for anything. I took my own senior pictures, practically. It's some of my best work, if I do say so myself.
Sure, photo-boy. We're gonna need a picture for the records. Just hold the plate in front of you, and try not o look too happy, got it? Shouldn't be too difficult for ya.
The camera clicks, the shutter busily making noise. No matter what this kid is threatened with, he won't take a serious picture. They send him through with a smiling mugshot, similar to a yearbook picture, practically.
Charge: 1 (one) count of underage drinking, 1 (one) count of public disrupt, 2 (two) counts of assaulting a police officer with no additional lawsuits filed against the defendant
Arresting Officer: Detective Palmero, Badge #3692
Court-ordered Sentence: 1 (one) week of juvenile detention, with one month on parole. 6 (six) additional hours of community service after parole due to contempt of court.
Time Served: Full sentence completed as of June 23rd, 2010
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Appearance: Jem has always been tall, lean and thin. When he ws growing up, he often towered over the other kids in his grade. His skin-and-bones look gives him the illusion of muscle, but this boy has never worked out a day in his life. In all, he looks a bit underweight, but that's you need nothing to be concerned with. If you're looking for numbers, Jem stands at exactly six feet tall, with not an extra centimeter more - though his hair often gives him a little extra. He weighs in at about one hundred and twenty pounds.
When it comes to style, people often peg Jem as another one of those "emo" or "scene" kids. He'll tell you that he's not a scene kid, but you'll never hear him deny being emo. To him, emo is a way of thinking, not a clothing style. But that's not important when describing his appearance... Jem is the kind of guy to wear black skinny jeans with a chain - and let me tell you, he looks fabulous in them. Overall, black is a good color on him, but most colors are. He's a rainbow kid - he can wear pretty much anything, it all goes okay with the pale skin and red hair. Originally, he was a brunette, but ever since sixth grade, Jem has been dying it bright red and growing it out. He keeps it shaggy and straight, brushed over his famously high cheekbones and hollow cheeks.
Personality:
Cocky, Random, Creative, Hyper-active, Cuddly
At first glance, it seems that Jem is very proud of himself - some might call that being cocky, but he just prefers to think of himself as better than the rest. In reality, if you peel back the layers, though, you'll see something different - a sensitive teenage boy, faced with many trials and tribulations over the years, eager to please and reluctant to admit to being anything bur less than perfect. Years of telling himself he wasn't good enough lead to a broken inside and a false front on the out, to keep from anyone noticing how he was falling apart.
Don't think that he's down in the dumps all the time, though. Actually, he's gotten much better over the past years. He's happy most days, bubbly and over the top. He might say his ADD pills aren't working, but that's just because he refuses to take them. Being unable to concentrate helps block the bad thoughts he did once focus upon. Jem may not be the mot optimistic, but he's not going to bring anyone down but himself. He's a ticking time bomb, really, just seconds away until he finally shatters to pieces - but he's trying so hard to hold himself together, that he's begun healing, almost.
Aside from that, he's the sort of artistic guy you've always wanted. He was once told to draw what he sees. He often has a notebook full of things he interprets. Wolves instead of students, gossiping at a lunch table. A room full of words, drawn in bubble letters that make jagged knives. The lake with see through water, beautiful creatures hidden beneath the surface - it's all very impressionistic. Along with being an artist comes the sensitive, let's-cuddle part of Jem. He likes being near people, because being alone is too much to bear. He'll hold your hand, even if you're just friends, as long as your comfortable with it. He's never really been intimate with anyone, but curling up to sleep on the couch during a movie is just him. He's like a love able puppy, when it comes down to it.
History: Jem grew up in Galveston, Texas, in a large family of eight children and two parents. Family life was pleasant, if not a little taxing. It was hard being the fifth child, considering there was always the younger ones to care to, and the middle children were constantly being ignored. However, Jem did not have a large problem with his family. Instead, it was the kids at school who made life hard. In Texas, there is the social stereotype that every Southerner is racist. Though there may be some parts of the state more heavily against different skin colors, that is not what Jem was faced with in his first few years of Texas.
A history of depression often hidden in his family presented itself in him when he was into his fifth grade of school. Months after he was diagnosed, his attention deficit disorder became worse, and school was a hardship. Children mocked him for being "dumb" even though he was quite intelligent, just unable to concentrate enough to make great grades without special help. The teasing got worse when he developed his own style. Now, it was more than "dummy Jeremiah" - it became "emo fag" and "creepy hell monster." Sure, they weren't creative and he could ignore it for a while... Until middle school arrived and the insults changed again. The whispered, "kill yourself, fag" or the shouted "I'll kill you if you look at me again, psycho!" to impress friends. They said he was gay, stole his gym clothes, shoved him in the hall. Girls were afraid and boys used him as a play thing to torture. The cutting started as soon as he hit thirteen, and it got progressively worse.
When he was in ninth grade, a teacher made the mistake if leaving him alone in a classroom with other students. The circled him, throwing punches, pinning him to the desk and rubbing his face into pencil marks. Someone found his eye liner in his backpack and they drew on his face, inappropriate drawings and words. They were attempting to shove him into the coat closet when the teacher came back in. They let him go, but he ran out before anything else could happen.
That was the night he just kept running. He was out if town by six, and hitch hiking off to New York before midnight. When he reached New York, he managed to work his way into a frat house party and get shit faced drunk. That was when he was arrested. Because he refused to return to Galveston, and he was facing trial, they held him in jail for another three days before his sentencing, until his parents could arrange to come up to New York. They arranged for him to begin boarding school at Somerset the next fall, his sophomore year, and his school allowed him to finish his year up in New York while in the custody of a foster family. It was a messy ordeal, but he couldn't leave the state because of his sentencing, and he wouldn't go back, anyway.
It's been a few years, but he has not returned to his home town. It took a while, but being in a friendly school environment helped him to heal. His scars are less prominent, though they do line his upper right arm and lower forearm of his left wrist. He pretends they aren't there, so don't ask about them, please. He cringes occasionally if you hug him from behind, because he's afraid of being choked. When someone mentions the word "fag" or "emo" his anger can take control. Often, he will leave the room if you're being a total douche and saying things like that.
Other:
[/color][/li][/ul]Jeremiah - ahem, Jem Castro.
Age, grade, and date of birth, please.
18, in my senior year... June 7th, 1994. I was born at Mercy Hospital in Galveston, Texas, I'd you need to know that, too.
Play any sports, kid? Participate at school? Are you even employed?
Do I look like someone who spends a bunch of time kicking a ball around on a field? Not with this hair, honey... But I intern with a photographer, if that counts for anything. I took my own senior pictures, practically. It's some of my best work, if I do say so myself.
Sure, photo-boy. We're gonna need a picture for the records. Just hold the plate in front of you, and try not o look too happy, got it? Shouldn't be too difficult for ya.
The camera clicks, the shutter busily making noise. No matter what this kid is threatened with, he won't take a serious picture. They send him through with a smiling mugshot, similar to a yearbook picture, practically.
Charge: 1 (one) count of underage drinking, 1 (one) count of public disrupt, 2 (two) counts of assaulting a police officer with no additional lawsuits filed against the defendant
Arresting Officer: Detective Palmero, Badge #3692
Court-ordered Sentence: 1 (one) week of juvenile detention, with one month on parole. 6 (six) additional hours of community service after parole due to contempt of court.
Time Served: Full sentence completed as of June 23rd, 2010
~*~*~*~
Appearance: Jem has always been tall, lean and thin. When he ws growing up, he often towered over the other kids in his grade. His skin-and-bones look gives him the illusion of muscle, but this boy has never worked out a day in his life. In all, he looks a bit underweight, but that's you need nothing to be concerned with. If you're looking for numbers, Jem stands at exactly six feet tall, with not an extra centimeter more - though his hair often gives him a little extra. He weighs in at about one hundred and twenty pounds.
When it comes to style, people often peg Jem as another one of those "emo" or "scene" kids. He'll tell you that he's not a scene kid, but you'll never hear him deny being emo. To him, emo is a way of thinking, not a clothing style. But that's not important when describing his appearance... Jem is the kind of guy to wear black skinny jeans with a chain - and let me tell you, he looks fabulous in them. Overall, black is a good color on him, but most colors are. He's a rainbow kid - he can wear pretty much anything, it all goes okay with the pale skin and red hair. Originally, he was a brunette, but ever since sixth grade, Jem has been dying it bright red and growing it out. He keeps it shaggy and straight, brushed over his famously high cheekbones and hollow cheeks.
Personality:
Cocky, Random, Creative, Hyper-active, Cuddly
At first glance, it seems that Jem is very proud of himself - some might call that being cocky, but he just prefers to think of himself as better than the rest. In reality, if you peel back the layers, though, you'll see something different - a sensitive teenage boy, faced with many trials and tribulations over the years, eager to please and reluctant to admit to being anything bur less than perfect. Years of telling himself he wasn't good enough lead to a broken inside and a false front on the out, to keep from anyone noticing how he was falling apart.
Don't think that he's down in the dumps all the time, though. Actually, he's gotten much better over the past years. He's happy most days, bubbly and over the top. He might say his ADD pills aren't working, but that's just because he refuses to take them. Being unable to concentrate helps block the bad thoughts he did once focus upon. Jem may not be the mot optimistic, but he's not going to bring anyone down but himself. He's a ticking time bomb, really, just seconds away until he finally shatters to pieces - but he's trying so hard to hold himself together, that he's begun healing, almost.
Aside from that, he's the sort of artistic guy you've always wanted. He was once told to draw what he sees. He often has a notebook full of things he interprets. Wolves instead of students, gossiping at a lunch table. A room full of words, drawn in bubble letters that make jagged knives. The lake with see through water, beautiful creatures hidden beneath the surface - it's all very impressionistic. Along with being an artist comes the sensitive, let's-cuddle part of Jem. He likes being near people, because being alone is too much to bear. He'll hold your hand, even if you're just friends, as long as your comfortable with it. He's never really been intimate with anyone, but curling up to sleep on the couch during a movie is just him. He's like a love able puppy, when it comes down to it.
History: Jem grew up in Galveston, Texas, in a large family of eight children and two parents. Family life was pleasant, if not a little taxing. It was hard being the fifth child, considering there was always the younger ones to care to, and the middle children were constantly being ignored. However, Jem did not have a large problem with his family. Instead, it was the kids at school who made life hard. In Texas, there is the social stereotype that every Southerner is racist. Though there may be some parts of the state more heavily against different skin colors, that is not what Jem was faced with in his first few years of Texas.
A history of depression often hidden in his family presented itself in him when he was into his fifth grade of school. Months after he was diagnosed, his attention deficit disorder became worse, and school was a hardship. Children mocked him for being "dumb" even though he was quite intelligent, just unable to concentrate enough to make great grades without special help. The teasing got worse when he developed his own style. Now, it was more than "dummy Jeremiah" - it became "emo fag" and "creepy hell monster." Sure, they weren't creative and he could ignore it for a while... Until middle school arrived and the insults changed again. The whispered, "kill yourself, fag" or the shouted "I'll kill you if you look at me again, psycho!" to impress friends. They said he was gay, stole his gym clothes, shoved him in the hall. Girls were afraid and boys used him as a play thing to torture. The cutting started as soon as he hit thirteen, and it got progressively worse.
When he was in ninth grade, a teacher made the mistake if leaving him alone in a classroom with other students. The circled him, throwing punches, pinning him to the desk and rubbing his face into pencil marks. Someone found his eye liner in his backpack and they drew on his face, inappropriate drawings and words. They were attempting to shove him into the coat closet when the teacher came back in. They let him go, but he ran out before anything else could happen.
That was the night he just kept running. He was out if town by six, and hitch hiking off to New York before midnight. When he reached New York, he managed to work his way into a frat house party and get shit faced drunk. That was when he was arrested. Because he refused to return to Galveston, and he was facing trial, they held him in jail for another three days before his sentencing, until his parents could arrange to come up to New York. They arranged for him to begin boarding school at Somerset the next fall, his sophomore year, and his school allowed him to finish his year up in New York while in the custody of a foster family. It was a messy ordeal, but he couldn't leave the state because of his sentencing, and he wouldn't go back, anyway.
It's been a few years, but he has not returned to his home town. It took a while, but being in a friendly school environment helped him to heal. His scars are less prominent, though they do line his upper right arm and lower forearm of his left wrist. He pretends they aren't there, so don't ask about them, please. He cringes occasionally if you hug him from behind, because he's afraid of being choked. When someone mentions the word "fag" or "emo" his anger can take control. Often, he will leave the room if you're being a total douche and saying things like that.
Other:
- Jem has an alchemy circle tattled in teal ink on his left shoulder
- He has his ears pierced, as well as a nose piercing and spider bite lip rings
- Proud member of the LGBT Alliance - and currently undecided upon his sexuality. He feels a strong pull towards men, but at the same time, he feels like he has to be normal and like women. He has had a few girlfriends in the past, but hasn't felt love yet.
- Wears guyliner - don't you judge.
- Loves cats and other small, cute animals. They're just adorable, ok?
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