Name: Jason Reid
Nickname: Jaws, Jabber Jaw, Jab
Age: 17
Birthday: 2/23/2001
Sign: Pisces
Birthstone: Aquamarine
Gemstone: Sarkenite
Mineral LinkBlood Type: B
Fav. Food: Diners, Dives, and whatever is in the fridge of whoever he is staying with. He loves cereal.
Hated Food: Anything too overly complicated or he sees as pointless. Why make food a foam?
School: Hillworth Grammar School
Hobbies: Graphitti: Strapping on your backpack and heading out into the fresh, metro-yonder, Jab finds sanctuary in dodging cops and defacing public property. This ranges from writing in urinals, carving into classroom desks, adding more words to street signs to make them inappropriate, tagging his name on everything and anything he deems "WORTHY" enough to make an impression, and generally just adding some unwanted Jab flair to whatever he desires.
Breaking and Entering: This usually is just urban exploring where he sees if he can get into a backroom that isn't locked or up to the roof of an office building. He knows by now that it probably will be disappointing, but he feels a thrill in knowing he CAN do it.
Painting: When the weather outside is just too bad or when he broke his leg again scaling a ladder to a water tower, Jab paints and draws. Markers, acrylics, even finger paints, He'll splatter color on paper and see what he can come up with. Most of his wardrobe is now "paint" clothes and has flecks of previous sessions on them.
Music: But only the bands you don't know about. Ya know, like the hobo who sings under 23rd and Weston or that band your brother plays in that really is going to hit it big one day - they REALLY have that something you just can't get with corporate sellouts. That band.
Shipper: Since his wrinkled porn wad always found, Jab found a work around in harlequin novels when growing up. Adding the internet, Jab has put on a tricorn and ships hard. Not just fictional people. Real people. Two people just standing close on the subway and he'll wrote up a scenario in his own head how they are bumping the midnight tango on their commute between work - catching this one train to meet each other. Inspired, he will write (poorly and without grammer rules) about people he has met/seen and then distribute his sweat sweet garbage to the public under the name The Mask.
Virtues:Easy Going: Take a breath. A chill pill. Count to ten. Find your inner zen garden. There is no need to blow a fuse over stressing over every little things. Things will work out in their own way and the universe will show the way. Karma no doubt is on his side, and he doesn't want to sweat the small stuff.
Confident: Jab has got this. No really, he has GOT this? He might not have ever done it, but he is 200% sure he can just wing it enough until he gets a basic understanding.
Creative: If it's one thing he has, it's imagination. Turn it on a new axis, no idea is stupid, brainstorming. He is a firm believer of thinking outside of the box that thinking inside of it might even be innovative for him once in a while. He is your go-to guy for making your t-shirt logo or throwing about ideas for band names.
Flaws: Steering the Wheel into a Wall: - reverse of confidence.Not wanting to admit he has no idea what he is doing and bullshitting even if he knows he is steering others and himself into danger. Sometimes you need to know that climbing that particular rusty scaffolding isn't as smart as you thought and that one piece of billboard just isn't worth it in this kind of winds, but hey, you are already here and there is no turning back in your mind. Wouldn't want to loose face even if no one is with you.Even worse if they are.
Pent up: Like a coke shaken hard, Jab bottles up. His art is his inner demons outlet, but no outlet can take on everything and even worse when he has a art block. There is a reason Jab is in Hillworth, and his particular brand of violence is quick and physical to those around him and himself. His form of destruction can be thrown at anyone or be taken within himself. This is why Jab can't have nice things. Eventually they wind up shattered against a wall.
Hedonistic: Everyone likes a good time, and Jab wants that time to be all the time. Whenever the chance presents itself, Jab is off crashing any party he can spot and will forgo responsibilities and duties to be somewhere else he finds more entertaining. "No Thanks. I'm good." is not in his vocabulary. Whatever poison is offered, he'll take. Whatever invitation is given, he won't turn down even if he is recovering from the flu and agreed to watch your dog this weekend.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: . Black, One set of pink/blue set of bangs. Wears a headband.
Face: Eyeball Earrings
Clothes: