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Basic Statistics

Name: Jessie Fitzpatrick.
Age: 18.
Nationality: British.
Hometown: Manchester.
Current Residence: Still living with his parents in Manchester.
Occupation: If mooching off your parents while trying vainly at getting a career in skating counts as a occupation...
Talents/Skills: Generally fit and agile, aside from his ability of pull off skating tricks Jessie doesn’t much in the ways of practically skills.
Birth order: First and only.
Siblings (describe relationship): None.
Parents (describe relationship): Madeline Fitzpatrick (Mother) and Morris Fitzpatrick (Father). Like most good parents they continue to help and support Jessie despite him being a slacker who is yet to get a job after his school years. Jessie still treats them well and barely acts out aside from in the form of his dress sense.
Significant Others (describe relationship): None.
Relationship skills: Jessie’s usually a friendly person and more than willing to befriend and meet new people, where he fails however if the fact that he often comes on too strongly or doesn’t quite pick up when someone is finding what he’s doing or saying to be offensive.


Physical Characteristics:

Height: 5’5
Weight: 130 lbs
Race: Caucasian
Eye Color: Dark blue.
Hair Color: Jet Black.
Hair style (picture reference may be used): Spiked and gelled haphazardly upwards, all spiralling away from the middle of his hairs natural swirl.
Glasses or contact lenses?: Neither.
Skin color: Average white but leans more towards pale.
Distinguishing features: Jessie always wearing a number of featureless metal rings that look more like mechanical parts than jewellery. Two on his thumbs, on his left hand he has two more on his index and ring finger, and on his right he has the other two on his middle finger and pinky. That and four piercings in each ear, which he wears large block like earrings that match his rings by looking like metal plating round his ears edges, which use up two piercings each.
How does he/she dress? Jessie hardly wearing anything particularly fancy, or even new, mainly his favourite skater punk style clothing. Most of his clothes are damaged and torn in places from all the falls he’s taken. He frequents long dark blue jeans (Heavily shredded along the bottoms and holes at the knees), a hoodie and his favourite shirt emblazoned with a logo of an octopus. On cold rainy days he also likes to wear a small pair of snowboarder style goggles as well.
Mannerisms: Jumps ahead of himself without think too far to consider consequences, clicking his rings together absentmindedly.
Habits: Putting on his large headphones and ignoring everyone when he’s in a bad mood. Eats unhealthy stuff for someone with a sporty hobby, that being loads of soft drinks and burgers.
Health: Catches colds a lot from going out even in the pouring rain, other than that lack of care fit and healthy.
Hobbies: Just skating, Jessie doesn’t consider anything else he does as a “hobby”.
Favorite Sayings: “If it’s not bleeding I don’t give a damn”
Vernacular: Has a tendency to mix his words and use combinations of words like “Whatddaya” and “Wanna”. He used a lot of slang but nothing to the point where he’s incomprehensible. Raises his voice more than really should when talked to just one person.
Disabilities: None.
Style (Elegant, shabby etc.): Scruffy.

Prompt response:

Jessie lay on the mattress of his hotel bed, his skated lying at the foot of the bed; newly torn strands threads from his jeans skewed themselves about his feet and scabbed knees. He sighed; there wasn’t anything to do know that the get to together at the skate park downtown was over, and he certainly wasn’t going to spend the rest of the evening trying to decipher what was going on on Japanese TV. That was something he was expecting when he’d decided to come on holiday to a place where he couldn’t understand a word of what was spoken aside form the other foreign skaters who’d come to who were from places slightly closer to central Manchester.

”I guess I could nap to summit like that” He thought, rolling over onto his stomach and pulling the pillow into a hug with his head resting on it. Still, something weighed on his mind. Some of the guys at the park had been talking about some weird number of deaths around the place. He didn’t quite catch what, or how. But it sounded odd, maybe something was going round. Now Jessie wasn’t worried about dying, he was more concerned about the possibility of getting sick and missing the competitions that’d be taking place over the next few weeks. It’d be embarrassing and a waste for him to come all the way from England only to just lie in bed and miss it all.

Now maybe it was just some bug going round. Jessie knew Japan was a weird place, somehow it registered as being within the realm of possibility. He noted mentally to wear a coat if it got anywhere remotely close to being cold outside, he caught cols all the time at home and if he could caught something like a cold that easily he wondered how easily he could catch that bug, he got sick rather easily in the cold.

Jessie groaned realising he’d broken one of his scabs while lying face down. He flipped back over, his mind momentarily taken off getting sick. ”I’ll just sleep til morning, it’ll be fine, I’m sure” He lied to himself but it help, regardless of how hollow it was. He drifted off to sleep, without changing into pyjamas, or tending to his scab.