Post by Jake Carson Andrews on Jun 23, 2013 22:36:17 GMT -5
Name:
Carson Jacob Andrews III
Apparently, I come from a long line of men named Carson Jacob Andrews. Call me Carson if you want to be formal, but most kids call me Jake.
Age:
Jake just turned sixteen, on November 17th.
Grade:
Sophomore!
Appearance:
Jake has always been a sort of lanky child. No one would ever go as far as to call him "scrawny" but he isn't buff. He's slender, the perfect body type for a swimmer. He's got abs, though, look:
Over the years, his shoulders broadened and he stopped being so gawky. Now, he's at least looks graceful, though he's constantly covered in bumps and bruises from falling down and what not. A few people get concerned when they see his skin, but he's quite pale and bruises like a peach. It's basically all from falling, bumping into things, and being the clutz that he is - don't worry.
He was born with bright blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. Over time, he got tired of people asking if his hair was bleached blonde. His sister, Elli, had a sandy blonde hair color that he liked, so he decided to dye it like her's. He left the dye on quite a bit too much, because he thought that it would make his hair stay dark. Which, it technically did, but his hair wasn't thick anymore. Now, to disguise that, he spikes it out and uses a lot of gel. He stands at five feet, seven inches, which is a little small, but not puny. His smile is his best feature, if you ask him.
Personality:
Cheerful:
Jake tends to be quite happy. He doesn't like being a downer, and refuses to keep the smile off of his face. It might annoy some, but he just wants to be a happy person. He wanders around whistling, loves to greet people he doesn't know, and has a firm handshake. He's a cheery, bubbly person, and no one can take that away from him.
Overly Excited:
Jake can often be too happy. The medications he takes sometimes give him too much energy. He gets hyper and excited, like a puppy going on a walk to the park. It's not typically annoying, though some might find it frustrating.
Angry:
Jake has a lot of anger that he hides inside. He's frustrated with the world, sometimes. Life dealt him a bad card, and he had to handle having such a difficult time of things when he was very young. Though he's constantly being prescribed one pill or another, he's still unable to cure his anger issues. They're maintained, of course, but you really don't want to argue with him.
Secretive:
There are things that even his twin sister doesn't know about him.
Caring:
Jake just wants to love and be loved. He finds it hard to trust some people, but in the end, he always jumps the gun and acts on instinct. A person could be terrible to him, but he would still be there with a box of tissues and open arms if they needed him. He's only occasionally vulnerable himself. Most times, he's the one delivering hugs, and his are the best in the world.
History:
"Look at mommy, Jake," the seven year old boy looked up dutifully, his mother taking his chin, poking his skin with manicured fake nails. She sighed, a worried frown set deep into her face as she licked her fingers and wiped under his eye. He flinched, but tried to hold still.
"Margaret, where did he get that bruise?" The make up artist asked, more annoyed than concerned. "I don't have time to cover it up if you keep messing with the damn make up. Let me touch it up, he needs to be on stage soon."
"Give it a rest, Stacey," his mother snapped, looking frustrated. She was given up, however, and stepped aside as Stacey swooped down upon him. Jake had always disliked the artist's nosey personality and general disdain for children. She had a tendency to be harsh while applying make up. Now she was prodding the swollen skin under his eye with a kabuki brush full of powder, and try as he might, he couldn't help but squirm.
"Get the kid to stay put, would you?" Tensions were running high, he knew. It was getting to be crucial time for them. Jake had only five minutes before he had to be on stage, and his outfit was only half put together, the make up taking up too much of his time. When Stacey was done, she held him at shoulders length while he scowled at her. "Alright, send him off," she said gruffly, and he hopped away to put on his shoes.
Margaret, where did he get that bruise? Jake kept repeating it to himself in his mind as he stood behind the curtain, holding his sister's hand in his and waiting for their turn. He thought that people couldn't see them, honestly. No one had ever paid attention to them, before.
~ ~ ~
Carson Jacob Andrews II was a violent man. Anger issues apparently ran in the family. He had a lovely wife, Margaret, who understood and could match his anger in any fight they ever had. They seemed like a perfect couple, really, though the screaming matches were often hard to bare. They had never wanted children, which was why it was hard for them to deal with having twins on their first time. Carson decided from the start that his son was going to be the third Carson in the family, and he was going to be just like him.
Of course, it killed him when his wife signed both his son and his daughter up for modeling classes. When he saw his child in a magazine at age five, he was so full of rage, he told her that Jake had to quit. Of course, he couldn't care less if Elli was still taking classes and booking photo shoots. No son of his was going to be a model, though.
When Jake sobbed over not being allowed to model, he became furious. The kid was only five; he had just liked the attention and bright lights and shiny costumes. But of course, his father saw it differently. Modeling wasn't just some fun activity, in his eyes. "The Andrews family name is on the line here!" He has roared, and that was the first time that Carson Jacob Andrews the second ever hit one of his children.
Fast forward a few years, and give Mr. Andrews a few more beers. While he ignored his daughter almost completely, all of his attention was focused on his son, who refused to quit modeling. His nickname at home was "sissy boy" and "gay retard" even though Jake was far from either name. His father would ask him daily if he had come to his senses and was quitting, and Jake would always spit a retort into his face to say no. It stopped being about modeling and became about just shoving it into his father's face that he could do what he wanted.
On one night when Mr. Andrews had downed more than was legally allowed of him to drink, he happened to catch his son in the bathroom, putting on make up. He had long since stopped trusting make up artists; they asked about bruises too often. He would do the cover up make up at home and let them do the rest at the photo shoot. In a drunken rage, Carson Andrews went after his son with intent to kill. Little did he know his son suffered from the same kind of anger management problems that he did.
When Carson "Jake" Andrews was thirteen years old, he was charged with murder. The charges were dropped in the case that he plead innocent and not guilty by way of self defense.
Other:
Carson Jacob Andrews III
Apparently, I come from a long line of men named Carson Jacob Andrews. Call me Carson if you want to be formal, but most kids call me Jake.
Age:
Jake just turned sixteen, on November 17th.
Grade:
Sophomore!
Appearance:
Jake has always been a sort of lanky child. No one would ever go as far as to call him "scrawny" but he isn't buff. He's slender, the perfect body type for a swimmer. He's got abs, though, look:
Over the years, his shoulders broadened and he stopped being so gawky. Now, he's at least looks graceful, though he's constantly covered in bumps and bruises from falling down and what not. A few people get concerned when they see his skin, but he's quite pale and bruises like a peach. It's basically all from falling, bumping into things, and being the clutz that he is - don't worry.
He was born with bright blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. Over time, he got tired of people asking if his hair was bleached blonde. His sister, Elli, had a sandy blonde hair color that he liked, so he decided to dye it like her's. He left the dye on quite a bit too much, because he thought that it would make his hair stay dark. Which, it technically did, but his hair wasn't thick anymore. Now, to disguise that, he spikes it out and uses a lot of gel. He stands at five feet, seven inches, which is a little small, but not puny. His smile is his best feature, if you ask him.
Personality:
Cheerful:
Jake tends to be quite happy. He doesn't like being a downer, and refuses to keep the smile off of his face. It might annoy some, but he just wants to be a happy person. He wanders around whistling, loves to greet people he doesn't know, and has a firm handshake. He's a cheery, bubbly person, and no one can take that away from him.
Overly Excited:
Jake can often be too happy. The medications he takes sometimes give him too much energy. He gets hyper and excited, like a puppy going on a walk to the park. It's not typically annoying, though some might find it frustrating.
Angry:
Jake has a lot of anger that he hides inside. He's frustrated with the world, sometimes. Life dealt him a bad card, and he had to handle having such a difficult time of things when he was very young. Though he's constantly being prescribed one pill or another, he's still unable to cure his anger issues. They're maintained, of course, but you really don't want to argue with him.
Secretive:
There are things that even his twin sister doesn't know about him.
Caring:
Jake just wants to love and be loved. He finds it hard to trust some people, but in the end, he always jumps the gun and acts on instinct. A person could be terrible to him, but he would still be there with a box of tissues and open arms if they needed him. He's only occasionally vulnerable himself. Most times, he's the one delivering hugs, and his are the best in the world.
History:
"Look at mommy, Jake," the seven year old boy looked up dutifully, his mother taking his chin, poking his skin with manicured fake nails. She sighed, a worried frown set deep into her face as she licked her fingers and wiped under his eye. He flinched, but tried to hold still.
"Margaret, where did he get that bruise?" The make up artist asked, more annoyed than concerned. "I don't have time to cover it up if you keep messing with the damn make up. Let me touch it up, he needs to be on stage soon."
"Give it a rest, Stacey," his mother snapped, looking frustrated. She was given up, however, and stepped aside as Stacey swooped down upon him. Jake had always disliked the artist's nosey personality and general disdain for children. She had a tendency to be harsh while applying make up. Now she was prodding the swollen skin under his eye with a kabuki brush full of powder, and try as he might, he couldn't help but squirm.
"Get the kid to stay put, would you?" Tensions were running high, he knew. It was getting to be crucial time for them. Jake had only five minutes before he had to be on stage, and his outfit was only half put together, the make up taking up too much of his time. When Stacey was done, she held him at shoulders length while he scowled at her. "Alright, send him off," she said gruffly, and he hopped away to put on his shoes.
Margaret, where did he get that bruise? Jake kept repeating it to himself in his mind as he stood behind the curtain, holding his sister's hand in his and waiting for their turn. He thought that people couldn't see them, honestly. No one had ever paid attention to them, before.
~ ~ ~
Carson Jacob Andrews II was a violent man. Anger issues apparently ran in the family. He had a lovely wife, Margaret, who understood and could match his anger in any fight they ever had. They seemed like a perfect couple, really, though the screaming matches were often hard to bare. They had never wanted children, which was why it was hard for them to deal with having twins on their first time. Carson decided from the start that his son was going to be the third Carson in the family, and he was going to be just like him.
Of course, it killed him when his wife signed both his son and his daughter up for modeling classes. When he saw his child in a magazine at age five, he was so full of rage, he told her that Jake had to quit. Of course, he couldn't care less if Elli was still taking classes and booking photo shoots. No son of his was going to be a model, though.
When Jake sobbed over not being allowed to model, he became furious. The kid was only five; he had just liked the attention and bright lights and shiny costumes. But of course, his father saw it differently. Modeling wasn't just some fun activity, in his eyes. "The Andrews family name is on the line here!" He has roared, and that was the first time that Carson Jacob Andrews the second ever hit one of his children.
Fast forward a few years, and give Mr. Andrews a few more beers. While he ignored his daughter almost completely, all of his attention was focused on his son, who refused to quit modeling. His nickname at home was "sissy boy" and "gay retard" even though Jake was far from either name. His father would ask him daily if he had come to his senses and was quitting, and Jake would always spit a retort into his face to say no. It stopped being about modeling and became about just shoving it into his father's face that he could do what he wanted.
On one night when Mr. Andrews had downed more than was legally allowed of him to drink, he happened to catch his son in the bathroom, putting on make up. He had long since stopped trusting make up artists; they asked about bruises too often. He would do the cover up make up at home and let them do the rest at the photo shoot. In a drunken rage, Carson Andrews went after his son with intent to kill. Little did he know his son suffered from the same kind of anger management problems that he did.
When Carson "Jake" Andrews was thirteen years old, he was charged with murder. The charges were dropped in the case that he plead innocent and not guilty by way of self defense.
Other:
- He will not talk about that night with anyone. Not even his sister, who has hardly a clue what happened.
- He has been going to Somerset since he was a freshman, and was home schooled after the "accident" until he was able to go to Somerset.
- Over the years, his father broke a total of twenty of Jake's bones, thirteen of them having been broken more than once.
- He uses excessive punctuation when typing
- He is not gay. He likes women, and that's that.
