Post by Jacob Leyva on Apr 7, 2013 22:29:29 GMT -5
Name:
Jacob Tyler Leyva
Age:
Sixteen
Grade:
10
Sports/Clubs:
He's not in any
Appearance:
Jacob isn't very tall, isn't very muscular, and quite skinny. He has pale skin and gray-blue eyes and a very defined jaw-line that shapes his face quite nicely along with dark, shaggy brown hair shaved at the sides but kept at a long length along the top of his head that he either swoops over to the side or combs back, whatever he feels like doing. Along his arms and part of his chest are a multitude of tattoos, each holding a different significance to him, some not holding very much meaning, they're more memories, reminders of certain days he's had in his life.
Personality:
Jacob has a sort of "fuck it" attitude, not really caring what happens to him or how he treats others. He doesn't always look out for himself or think before he does things, he thinks the world's already a cruel place, that anything bad that happens is just apart of life. To him, everyone and everything has a small bit of evil inside of it and you've just got to deal with it.
Jake's a pessimist. He's got a sort of negative vibe that comes along with being around him, though he's not sad or anything, he's not a depressing person. He's just got all these walls built up, doesn't let anybody in, and he can be seen to be pretty intimidating with the way he treats people. He already thinks negatively of anybody he meets, which can make him a bit unapproachable, which he doesn't mind, really. He's used to being alone, on is own, independent. Anybody who's ever tried to get close to him really has just been pushed away to such an extent that he thinks everyone who enters his life will leave eventually.
He misses a lot of class, though he's seen around campus most of the time with a cig in his hand and a lighter in his pocket. Anyone who he lets hang around him, he usually tries and influences to do the same with him, ditch class, smoke a bowl first thing in the morning. He knows he's not doing much with his life and frankly he doesn't seem to care, he ignores it, actually. Whenever he starts to worry he just drinks the fear away or takes a joint hit to relax. He claims he's not an addict, because he knows how to control himself without getting messed up, but he abuses substances enough on a daily that he's barely ever sober.
Background Story:
He was twelve when he found his brother, dead in his bed, overdosed on pills. He was just supposed to wake him up for breakfast that morning. No one knew what Connor was going through that whole year. Nobody could have known, and yet Jacob was the first to discover him there, pale, lifeless, and cold. He was only a kid.
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