[Hider=Jaycen Pierce][center] [img=http://24.media.tumblr.com/8aeb8fd31f8c062be96733d4efc74612/tumblr_n69gni7A241ta28t7o1_1280.jpg][/center] [center][i][b]"Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem"[/b][/i][/center] --- [center][B]Name:[/B][/center] [center]Jaycen Pierce[/center] [center][B]Appearance:[/B][/center] [Center]What are with the men that teach at Caelbury? That's a rhetorical question. If there's anyone who cares more about the way they look, it probably has to be Jaycen. You always gotta look good doing the things you love. It's just a wonder he gets anything done in the middle of his routines and exercises. He might just be lucky with the jobs he's been given as of late. His jobs require him to focus on the top, most rigorous physical conditioning, work outs, and diets that an average person would probably keel over and die from, just out of pure exhaustion. Though, he isn't a bodybuilder by any means, his athletic form and physique are the best anyone could hope to get and he likes to keep it that way. Plus, what's not to look about a good physique? And those eyes and that hair, it all just pieces itself together. So much so, that Jay could come in in a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt and still get enough stares to make an introvert run to the nearest corner and cry. Though, he does like to keep fashionably sound, even if that's just a pair of comfy jeans, some sneakers, and a maybe a nice flannel or polo. Among the later years of his life, he's certainly done less work with his hair going into PR stunts or fundraisers or whatever had him dressed to impressed than he has at Caelbury. Something about all those damn students looking so polished and pristine really hits in that self-conscious spot, so not only has he upped his actual fashion sense, but he's also been paying more attention to the way his face and hair looks. It's usually slightly gelled up, parted at the side and given a regal swoop just over his brows. Aside from that, he's not the type of individual who holds that above anyone else, in spite of his air of confidence. There's just something about him that screams, 'I couldn't harm a fly,' and it definitely shows in the way he holds himself. Stark blue eyes are unnervingly gentle and look mostly as if they're slightly glazed over and almost wondering what exactly to do. He seems, out of everyone in the school, including students, to be among the most innocent people that could walk the face of the earth, like he hasn't seen or heard a lick of bad things about the world around him. It's evident on the perpetual smile on his face and the general airiness about him. At first glance, he's an imposing figure, radiating confidence. Double take, and he's just a little kid inside a six foot giant of a body, in the way he acts, in the way he talks, in the way he casually takes in his surrounding as if there's some kind of hidden wonderment about to pop out.[/Center] [center][B]Age:[/B][/center] [center]26[/center] --- [center][img=http://media.tumblr.com/4102134912c76474d5acdf5dd1af96d1/tumblr_inline_mlmrnefM4g1qz4rgp.gif][/center] [center][i][b]"That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none,"[/b][/i][/center] --- [center][B]How Long Has Your Character Been Teaching at Caelbury Academy?: [/B][/center] [center]1 Year (this is his second year)[/center] [center][B]Social Class: [/B][/center] [center]Gifted[/center] [center][B]Social Class Explanation: [/B][/center] [center]An exceptional athlete, Mr. Pierce is most known for being among the best quarterbacks in the entire nation. From a young age, he's shown exceptional skill in the sport and it was obvious that he was going far. Indeed he did and immediately after college he was signed onto the New Orleans Saints, where he spent most of his life after college. It was a long-lived career for a football player, but it ended quite badly despite his exceptional talents and his mostly record breaking stats. Of course, he's not one to talk of what happened lightly or often, for that matter.[/center] [center][B]Subject: [/B][/center] [center]P.E. Teacher/Weight Lifting/Football Coach/Trainer[/center] [center][B]Why is Your Character Teaching Here?: [/B][/center] [center]Life throws you curve balls more times than people care to keep track of. Life simply just threw Jaycen a rather large and life-changing curve ball. He doesn't necessarily appreciate the views cast onto him by the public spotlight, but it seemed the media didn't quite fool Caelbury. He was retired from football, but they saw the real reason behind it and thought him quite the valuable asset. Whether they're simply using him for his skills or giving him another chance, is for the coming years to decide. However, he's enjoying the ride, currently and appreciates Caelbury's efforts in providing him something to grasp onto.[/center] --- [center][img=http://media.tumblr.com/a81b1853ed6f0979ded2f463b6ae12a8/tumblr_inline_mlmsswCQaO1qz4rgp.gif][img=http://media.tumblr.com/b93bde4d20074bb6faaa590ce3340f83/tumblr_inline_mlmslscHgz1qz4rgp.gif] [img=http://media.tumblr.com/c32bd1cf24eb6d209edf27bf9a64783e/tumblr_inline_mlmsp84Edj1qz4rgp.gif][img=http://media.tumblr.com/efd98a22b89d5ac43399991a120cce49/tumblr_inline_mlmsmf1ydm1qz4rgp.gif][/center] [center][i][b]"Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream."[/b][/i][/center] --- [center][B]Personality:[/B][/center] [center]You ever hear about that idiom that involves the term, 'rose colored glasses'? Jaycen takes that and cranks it up to eleven. The world can't be cruel, or harsh, or terrible like people make it out to be and that's not because he's ran into a bit of luck through his years. Jaycen has been through some damn tough times, but his view of the world has yet to change and it won't. Someone like him, it would be impossible to exist if he didn't view people and situations in the light that he does. Everyone's redeemable, no matter what they do; you can always forgive someone and mean it, too. Whatever happens to him, however bad, he always seems to manage to turn around and smile, no matter how much time it took for him to do so. Sure, things can get him down, but they don't keep him down. He's exceptionally resilient and it's obvious in the way he acts. Jaycen is childish, innocent in the purest way, and free as an individual because of it. Of course, contrary to popular belief, his personality doesn't gather a crowd of friends and like-minded individuals. It doesn't convince others that he's right, though that part he doesn't really care for. It just makes him an unbelievably happy individual and that can irritate more people than one would initially think. He can't take serious situations the way he should and he can't handle something dire with the tact and stoicism it requires. Jaycen isn't built like that and he often becomes a target for other people to bring down. And yeah, they can succeed in bringing him down, but Jaycen never stays down and people often get tired of his attitude regardless of their view on him. He finds himself alone a lot and vying for himself, which affects him more than people care to think. Everyone only sees the surface when they meet Jaycen and the surface seems to be the only thing that he gives them. To be honest, it's just the loudest thing about him and people often mistake that for idiocy, naivety, obliviousness, and ultimately a shallow personality. But, Jaycen would want nothing more than to show people who he is on the inside. Sure, every bit of that bright, sunshiny demeanor is a part of Jaycen in every way imaginable, but it's not the only thing about him. Jaycen views the world the way he does for a reason. Where people cry out in more direct ways, Jaycen's pain is a little off center and he shows that in the way he acts. It's misinterpreted about a hundred percent of the time, though. Jaycen can't see the world or what it is because he's purposefully blinded himself. His past is full of shit he doesn't want to see, refuses to acknowledge and, don't get him wrong, it's not a bad thing to see the brightness in the world, but when someone uses that as an excuse to escape their past, then that's where it crosses the line. That's what Jaycen does and it's become a habit and become something he can't necessarily control anymore. He truly believed that if he remembered everything that happened to him, then his life would crumble and he wouldn't see any other means of dealing with it that didn't lead to him succumbing to his turmoil. But, this act isn't really an act, just a means to cover something he can't look at. Jaycen, regardless of his past, would have become this bright, oblivious individual no matter what, but it would never have been as intense without his issues and sorrows. There is a person under that bright demeanor, who's still bright, but who's just scared and a coward when it comes to himself. He's an ordinary person beneath the glasses. The glasses just amplify his optimism to an ingratiating degree.[/center] --- [center][img=http://media.tumblr.com/b1397e8e5afb1814815152cf8c7b2b6c/tumblr_inline_mlmrqrOnuc1qz4rgp.gif][/center] [center][i][b]"I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-"[/b][/i][/center] --- [center][B]History:[/B][/center] (Yeah, so, to keep people from suffering all of that here's the TL;DR version: Jaycen's father essentially had a psychological, manic episode in which he killed Jaycen's mother and little sister. His uncle aided, but Jaycen was kept relatively unharmed. They fled, but were eventually found by the cops. Jaycen's father and uncle were executed for 1st degree murders and Jaycen was put in an orphanage. He was then taken up by a couple who couldn't have kids, went through high school, was an exceptional QB and was drafted into the NFL as one of the youngest QBs. He had a good run, but a certain father and his son framed him for using steroids, though his record was the absolute cleanest out of pretty much all of the players, etc. So, he stepped down before things got sticky, denied allegations and was tested. Found he didn't take steroids, but by then Jaycen had already given up and moved on. He was then hired to work for Caelbury. There.... whatever. Gosh. >_> That's pretty much it in a nutshell and you didn't have to read through my morbid atrocity. Q_Q) [hider2=Warning: Some Intense Situations And Stuff Like That. I'm Having An OCD Moment So Im Elongating This So That It Makes It Feel Like Its Centered. Uh Yup][center] [B]Further WARNING: Implied domestic violence and rape. Technically implied murder. I do cut off bits and parts before it oversteps some boundaries, but it is still implied. There is nothing graphic; everything is implied, though. To imply or not to imply, that is the question. Which leads to: to get banned or not to get banned? Plus, I'm not the type of person to even be descriptive when it comes to a subject like that. I don't like the subject and this is the first time I even hinted at it in an RP. This will probably be the last because I felt so much pain writing it. I mean, I wrote it and I don't regret that... I just, you know, didn't like the parts and bits where all that happened. =( But, this isn't a character that is supposed to have a happy past, so I'm not changing it (unless Mizuho tells me to). I also want to say that this is not a catalyst for you to argue whether or not the husband should have gotten tortured or further punished, and whether or not Jaycen should have done something. This is also not a catalyst to bring personal and political matters revolving around rape and domestic abuse into the OOC, as I'm sure Mizuho doesn't want to deal with that shit going up into flames. This is a long warning, but I ramble and I think it's necessary. We all agree rape is a heinous crime and we all think people (male and female) who abuse their husbands or wives are asshole cowards. That's where the conversation [i]stops[/i]. There is no room for argument.[/b] "Family... family is everything." Why is it so hard to say that? Why does it become difficult to remember? Why is everything hazed and hard to discern? Why are you even digging this far to begin with? Hatred leads a man to do things he would regret for the rest of his nonexistent life that cascades into death and into infinity. The past is locked for a reason and you swallowed the key so long ago, you forgot just where you hid it. Your heart is too vulnerable. Your mind... your mind is another matter altogether. So where is it? Why is it so deep inside that you suddenly give up every time the idea crosses your mind? What happened that shoved it so far back in the first place? The mention of a name leaves you in a curled up ball in the corner; a helpless child with no one to hold onto. But here, in your drunken stupor, the liquor bottle just about empty—drink that last bit and you'll remember for tonight. Don't you dare say I didn't warn you. [i]She was beauty in the daylight, in the moonlight, in whatever light or non-light cast upon her. Hazelnut and the smell of freshly picked strawberries in her hair—hair that cascaded down in wavy tufts to gently caress the baby in her arms, or the man in her lap, or the father dying in the hospital bed below her. Her tears brought the world to its knees and her smile fixed everything. Her kisses were as tender as the daylight and held whispers of sweet promises and marriage vows and maternal coos of soft lullabies. Her eyes blue orbs of wonderment and hope, of grace and the sky. She moved like the air was her flowing gown in the hot summer breeze, giving that knowing glance back to beckon and wave. This was... this was difficult. She was the tension in the sky, the silver lining in the cloud, and the breeze in the blistering July afternoon. She was a day and a night, the sun and the moon to watch and guide and no one questioned it because it just was. What was couldn't be changed. What was wasn't meant to be scrutinized. She was the mother everyone wanted, the wife those men at the poker table always crooned for. She was that old grandmother in the rocking chair out on the porch, watching the sunset with a husband so undeserving, with a grandchild in her lap and her son standing watch overhead. She was... everything. She was everything. She was his anchor and the only thing that kept the monsters at bay. She was his mother. And in her arms a little girl. A precious five year old with the whole wide world ahead of her. Where her cries were ones of joy and where her tears were ones of pity and sympathy. Her hugs felt like pockets of sunshine that floated away like dandelions. Her mind so oblivious to the world around her. The way her toes pointed inward when she walked, just like a tiny, adorable pigeon. And she cooed like one to, and would always find away to be just like her mother. Laid a head upon her lap. Sang in that sweet soprano of hers. Didn't know a lick of what she was saying, but it still meant something. Still meant something... It still meant everything. It still soothed him like it always would. A little girls mindless ruminations turned into words that could never be interpreted, but still meant something to her and still meant something to him. She was a precious child to be protected. She was his sister. And they died. They died like dogs. They died like no one remembered what they'd had done. They died like no one could seem to see them the way they used to. But why? That's the exact thing he wanted to forget. To run away from. He left her and he left him and he left them. He killed her, didn't he? He was the reason they couldn't breath anymore. He was the reason she wouldn't live to see her son become the star she knew and cherished. He was the reason she would grow up to become a lawyer, a veterinarian, a doctor, a singer, an actress. He was the reason she wouldn't be able to shout at the announcers because they were badgering her little boy, her copy cat of a daughter shouting unintelligible insults along with her. That's how he's always seen it; he was the cause and now he had to run from it all. So, if he had a mother and a sister. What of his father? That man, to him, was just misunderstood. One day he just stopped. One day he just crashed. Snapped like a twig at the slightest gust of wind. Losing a job. Losing money. Losing the house and the car and the fucking dog, for that matter. About to get thrown to the streets like a damn stray. Losing a father and a mother to a scourge that plagued the world. Seeing a child he knew would do so much better than him. Seeing that kid would become a better man than he. And that little girl, so... so stunningly beautiful, just like her mother. That whore of a mother. That bitch who he knew eyed their bachelor neighbor like he was next in line. She'd run to him. He'd die on the streets. The only person he could rely on was himself and that damnable brother of his. That deadbeat. That junkie. That drunkard asshole. That shitbag he looked down on all those years and now? Well, now he was just like him, right? And why not embrace it? Why not just... break? Sixteen. Hometown College bound in two years. Smiling bright and pretty. Star athlete. NFL Up and Comer. Langley, Washington. Middle-class, two-story home. Middle of the Night. That's where it all happened. When it all happened. Self-loathing and broken, beat, left to dry on the road. He came home with his brother in tow. He came home with a beer in his hands. He came home with his tie undone, shirt unbuttoned, and piss-stained paints. A spitting image of a ready to be homeless man. And she came out, smiling. And he came to her. Broke that fucking bottle over her head. Threw her to the couch. Did so many unspeakable things to her while she screamed. And he stood there. Watched it. Watched it while that fuck of an uncle touched him. That monster yelled at him. Told him not to touch his prized possession. His fucking trophy son. He didn't stop. Pulled down his pants and found a foot to his face. That beast tied her up, bruised her, beat her an inch away from her life. And then he brought that little girl of his down... And that's where it got too painful. But he didn't cry. He didn't move from the base of the stairs. And they both died. They both bled and screamed and cried. And they were caught. And they were tried. And they were sentenced. And his father died. And his uncle died. And he was left alone again. With the key in his hand and the box of memories right in front of him. So what did he do? He locked it. He threw it out. Buried it deep. Let the key slip into that deep abyss where he knew he'd never go down. Where he never could. And life went on. Foster home. New parents. College so far from that... that place. That hell hole. And life went on. He forgot because he made himself forget. He let that shit die with his youth. He became the star they knew he would. He became an amalgamation of himself, his mother, and his sister. The bright innocence they all seemed to radiate and the confidence they undeniably had. And he hid in it. Hid inside all of those happy memories and forgot. Saints All-Star QB. Retired. Steroids. So many untruths. And yet... he didn't care. People wanted him gone from the spotlight and he gladly left. He left like a coward. He left like that dreadful day. And he'd forget what happened again because that's the way it would always be. That's the way it was supposed to be. [b]"How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!"[/b][/i][/center][/hider2] [center][B]Miscellaneous:[/B][/center] [center]—Is a deep lover of ice cream— —Reads comic books and watches movies religiously. (Cap'n America and Avengers are by far his favorite comics and movies)— —He eats so healthy that it's hard to see him indulge in sweets. He doesn't drink, smoke, or anything of that caliber. If he gets stressed, he's got his work out routine to clear his mind. The only sweets he'll indulge in is any type of ice cream— —Head Football Coach for Caelbury— —Organizes sports events with the students. Does this as a volunteer 'cause he loves the fun of it and it's bonding time for him and his students!— —He teaches regular P.E., but at Caelbury, he specializes in training Caelbury's top athletes. The school is a gateway to great colleges and many colleges give Caelbury special priority when picking from the group of hopefuls come senior year. It's Jay's job to keep them at the peak of their physical capacity and working hard in both academics and sports— —BEFORE YOU ASK: Yes. He's Gay— —Was actually drafted into the NFL just a year into his time in college (making him the youngest NFL star ever, I think). But, through a lot of hard work on his off-seasons, he managed to pull off graduating on-time and technically two semesters short. He got all his credits, so that's all that mattered. So, he spent 6 years in the NFL before finally retiring. Luckily, he went to college in Louisiana, where he played as QB for the university's collegiate football team. A few NFL scouts snatched him up after sidestepping a few boundaries and put him in the Saints—[/center] --- [center][img=https://31.media.tumblr.com/4f6644595c1f0697c8ac465711c7815c/tumblr_n1ywdlBQVi1qd2vaho1_500.gif][/center] [center][i][b]"O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? " —Edgar Allen Poe, 'A Dream Within a Dream'[/b][/i][/center] [/Hider]