♢ ♣ ♤ ♥Full Name: Jay Mirias Pentachallo♣ Nickname: Jay, J, JJ, whatever works really
♤Aliases: The Cook, Shade
♥Son of: - and Megan Pentachallo
♢Age: 16
♣Race: Caucasian. In depth: Italian and a bit of Mediterranean
♤ Orientation: Gay as a gate post
♥Personality: I'm a joker really, always smiling to put others at ease making small talk and laughing to hide my own pain. I'm always kind to those younger than me and I always make sure no one ever sees how bitter I am about my home situation...well except Lucien. With him I can yell, scream, cry, basically be myself. I am a bit of a perv, you can ask anyone, and I'm a total flirt even though my heart is completely taken.
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♢Eye Color: Amber
♣ Natural Hair Color: Green..honest!
♤ Hair Length: Eh, it's kinda long. The ends curl around my ears but this isn't the longest its ever been.
♥Height: 5'11''
♢Weight: 165
♣ Distinguishing Features: You mean besides the green hair? I have a puzzle piece tattoo on my right inside wrist, a four clover on my left shoulder blade, a knife on my back, and an stud earring in my left ear.
♤ Physique: Lanky, rather lean, and fracken hot. Just my own personal opinion.
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♥My mortal parent is Megan Pentachallow
♢And turns out my other parent is ~
♣I found out like this Egads, do I really have to reveal my sick sad twisted life up to this moment to you? Well at least get comfortable, you did ask for it. I was raised by my Mum and for the first six or seven years of my life we lived....pretty awful. We moved in and out of homeless shelters and even on the streets for a few months. Don't get me wrong, I was loved totally and completely. My Mum used to say I was her entire world and I believed it. She made sure that I ate even if she went hungry, that I had clothes on my back to go to school when she went without, and that I always had a smile somewhere on my face. Those were the good days. So we continued living this way, all the while scrimping and saving any money we could come across so that she could apply one day to be an executive chef at this really ritzy place. Luckily enough that day soon enough and she got the job. It took her a while to save up enough money to get us a more permanent place but after years of living like we had, a few months of it wouldn't hurt. Eventually we got a pretty nice townhouse and while my mom worked more and more hours I saw her less and less which didn't really work out with me. So I started acting out: getting into trouble in school, fighting, skipping, even a few tattoos. Heh, surprisingly enough that last one was how I met my boyfriend. But that's another story for another time. Even though all this was happening she still didn't take the time to "straighten me out" or at least try to talk to me, something! No, all she did was pat me on the head, tell me to "cut it out" and kept working her 60 hour weeks leaving me to fend alone. She should be damn well happy I took after her cooking skills or else I would've starved. Around my 13th birthday weird shi-stuff started happening, like a letter I never knew I had from my old man turned up on my pillow the day of telling me to go to some camp. Being the teen I was, I ignored it and tore the thing to shreds. How dare the b*****d make me do something when he hadn't been here for my entire life?! Of course...that's when people started coming by out of nowhere talking to me in some weird language I actually understood, explaining things I never truly cared about. But when my own Mother told me to leave to this place, actually showing some form of action in my teen years, I knew I had to at least check the place out.
♤ Siblings: None
♥Friends: Lucien Nights--> My boo, my squeeze, my love, my fu-...ya know what, he's my boyfriend jeez!
Laili Shirey---> Girl is a random spirit, gotta love it
♢Enemies: None that I know of
♣ And now I use A small set of daggers I've named the Four Horsemen, and a bow with full quiver of arrows
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♤Years at Camp: Four or five
♥Personal Skills:
-Cooking: Give me a recipe, any type, and I can either cook it right the first time or give it my own spin
-Weaving: Strangely enough, I am a rather ingenious with the things I can create
-Pick-pocketing: It's not a good skill, but it's one that kept me from going hungry a few times in my years
♢Weakness:
-Children: I just have a soft spot for kids
-Brooding: I do get times when I can be an immature little s**t
-Rebel: I don't always like authority so sometimes I'll do the opposite thing just to get a reaction
♣ Likes:
+Cooking
+Reading
+Children
+Archery
+Arts and Crafts
+Lucien
♤ Dislikes:
-Being alone
-My Mum being so distant
-Being told what to do
-Being out on missions away from Lucien
-Being away from Lucien for long periods of time
♥Fears: I fear that I'll be left alone again by not just my Mum but by everyone and that even my own Father will realize he could have claimed someone better.
♢Fatal Flaw: My rebellious nature can be the thorn in some missons
♣ ♤ ♥Theme Song: Joker and the Thief
