Username: Quaille
Name: Jared C. Henton
Nickname(s): Jay
Age: 19
Appearance Description: Jared originally had that baby face that every girl swooned over, that ever Mother was proud of. Though in his later years he became obsessed with the Punk era and spiked his perfectly brown hair and spent more time skate boarding and being a fool that natural. His eyes were the color of the sky after a fresh rainstorm and his skin was a soft peach color, with tanning effects from long hours in the sun.
After making a few of the wrong friends; he fell out of that stage in his life and the boring routine and grew his hair out longer and blackened it. This blanched his facial expressions and his eyes pierced into the onlooker like blazing stars. It wasn’t just his face that had given him the self-confidence he had, his build was broad and slim all in the same his height reaching 5’8 ½” with winding muscle around his arms and legs.
Escaped The Darkness Before
Tattoo/Piercing: Tatoos: black wings that spread across his back. Piercings: Two lip piercings.
Personality: Jared’s always been the easy guy to get along with and always fitted in everywhere he went. Though he was so easily applied to new settings, it wasn’t his job to make the friends they just came to him. He had this weird ability to draw people towards him, never needing to address himself with strong colognes or sensitive clothing types. Once seated next to a crowd, he was easily spoken with and enjoyable company. He’s just like everyone ordinary teenager, who uses slight humor and jokes to brighten the mood of those around him. But he’s not always so easily agreed upon.
Behind his eyes lay a secret he’d hidden for years but this didn’t change how open he was with those around him and he enjoyed being around them even more once he felt the need to spill his secrets across them. But he had a hidden temper as well, though only provoked on a bad day he would dare to kill you in front of a live audience if he was irritated enough.
Dislikes:
Extreme cold
Pressure/stress
Cats
Snakes
Lazy people
Bad poetry
Illiteracy
Ice
Loves:
Sun
Thunder
Rain
Poetry
Reading
Girls
Horror flicks
Falcons
Biography:
He opened his eyes to examine the shadows of his room, engulfing his point blank vision as they did. He hadn’t figured how long he’d been in the room for or even how he’d gotten underneath the warm covers that wrapped around him awkwardly in several other positions. Shaking off any doubt that he was alive he sat up slowly on the creaking mattress to view only the same dimming shadows he’d met before. This fact made him smile and he stood slowly, the cold floor beneath his feet sending shocks up his legs.
Flicking on the lights he exposed the night’s happenings there before him, black feathers cascading around the desk in the far corner and soaked his bed turning the white sheets black with down. Running a hand through his black hair and letting loose a sigh with a stretch of his opposing side he marched back to the bed and fixed the blankets.
“I guess they were telling the truth when they said I’d never fit in.”
His heart thudded against the entrapment of his ribs and he settled back against the wall, his shoulder blade burning from whatever strain he’d produced earlier. When he’d seen the face he’d always longed to see as he closed his eyes, he was sent back into a security he loved at the melody coming from her soothed the pain.
His gentle eyes filled with pain and he stared at the ceiling fan spin rapidly around as it entranced him. He’d always longed to be the one that blended in, the loner of the group. But to no avail, and this was where it leads him all the time. That place where his thoughts could unwind and send him back into a depression he knew was impossible to escape. But yet he wanted more an escape route to a better life, somewhere he couldn’t be forgotten or remembered.
Yet, he stayed where he was. A low moan of voices coming through the paper thin wall letting himself flood through their minds and into the next room subconsciously.
“Not one of them will know, or understand.”
