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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:37 pm
Character name: Jake Cross
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: [x]
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Distant and too serious for his own good. Can be arrogant, selfish and just plain irresponsible. Prefers to keep to himself but slowly learning to accept the company of others.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? /coughSherrycough
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: ... a potato
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? He doesn't really listen to stuff...
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? ... training
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Sports probs
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? ...does gravitating AWAY from something count?
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Dedicated, loyal, follows orders (most of the time)??
What are your character's personality flaws? Stubborn, reckless, likely to get himself killed
What is your character's favourite colour? ...teal >>
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: A war horsemen with a vendetta against hunters haha
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? Like himself. With boobs.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? AHAHAHA he'd be a horrible leader not even lying
Who does your character look up to? ...Caelius Gale, though I guess it'd be more like looking down...
What is a great weakness of your character? Extremely kind and persistent ppl
What are their favourite foods? Curry and spicy stuff
Favourite fashion style? b-boy/hipster/whatever he can find/IDK
Favourite minipet? HE HATES MINIPETS
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? A hunter???
Describe your character as a mythical creature: Griffon
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain The man. From Bambi (IDK why are you asking me these questions /cry)
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? home no place in particular
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? He... has a fear of guns (though this wasn't really a secret...)
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:25 pm
It was a strange emotion, one he wasn't accustomed to. Anger was easy, sorrow much too common, but love? It wasn't something he'd ever thought he'd find, and very much less something he'd deserve. And yet, he'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't head over heels for her now.
Thinking back to that night, it had been a whirlwind of emotions, but when she said “yes”, and put on that ring, it felt as if everything around him had stopped. His heart beat twice as fast, and every smile, every touch filled him with a strange sensation that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. He became aware of the small little details he had never noticed before; the way each of her accessories matched her outfit just right, the way her laugh had a sweet and airy tune. Her kind eyes and gentle smile, all of it he had been oblivious to, but now, every little thing she did drove him crazy.
Even now, lying on his bed, staring up at the ring on his finger, he wondered what she was doing now. Was she thinking about him also? Did she have fun that night? There were so many things going on in his head, so many things he wanted to ask her, but there was one thing he knew for certain. He loved her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:16 pm
He hit the training dummy with renewed vigour, his thoughts not filled with frustration, but the desire to get stronger. His recent spar had told him that just because his weapon was back, it didn’t mean he could just take it easy. Sure, missions would be a lot easier, as well as the mental link and charges would give him an edge that runics didn’t, but he still had a long, long way to go. It was partially his fault for slacking, for thinking that just because he didn’t have the right equipment, he could slack off, and though he had tried to train himself in different ways, anything that didn’t involve having to use physical skill, it just wasn’t the same.
With the training courses back and a whole lot of possibilities now available at his higher rank, he had every intention to use each one of them to his advantage. He was no longer a trainee. He had his own responsibilities, and ultimately, he himself was in charge of what he did. Which meant, perhaps one day, there would be others under him. Trainees, Intermediates, hunters who had to rely on his skills to keep them safe. He couldn’t risk putting others in danger again because of his own short-comings, and so, he trained. Trained so that one day, he would be able to protect.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:49 am
The emotion that overcame him was completely involuntary, and while he unconsciously fought against it, it still prevailed. He hated it, this weird tingly feeling bubbling up inside him. It made him feel nauseous, yet at the same time, it made him feel… good? A sickly sweet feeling, one he wasn’t accustomed to.
It happened slowly at first, the effect suppressed as he had been off the island, but he felt it all around him. People laughing, talking with each other, sharing secrets and jokes. It was a season he had never really been looking forward to, not when she had left him, and so their cheerfulness only grated on his nerves, and made him angry. Stupid and naïve, oblivious to the world’s problems. The things they cared about were all just superficial. Gifts and presents, spending time with loved ones? It was just an excuse of a holiday to force others to be close because they had neglected those they cared about for the other good portion of the year.
At least, that was how he felt at that time, but when he returned, he knew he had already lost. That anger, bitter jealousy was replaced with one of joy. Happiness. No longer envying them, but he felt gratitude towards them, thankful their cheerfulness had led him back. Only months later would he realize what an amazing emotion it was. Amazing, and fleeting.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:07 pm
He watched from afar as she seemed to be getting along too well with one of the life techs, and frowned. He knew it was wrong of him to be spying on her, and honestly, he was ashamed, but it wasn’t as if he had done it intentionally. It was only by chance he happened to see her heading towards the life labs, and out of curiousity, he followed, wondering what she was doing. He could have asked her, really, but some part of him pushed logical reasoning out, and now, he was pressed against the wall, peeking in to see her chatting and laughing. Perhaps it was just one of the hunter duties she had to pick up on now that she was better? Or maybe…
Chester chastised him for doubting his girlfriend, and even moreso for resorting to stalking. It wasn’t like him at all. Normally, he didn’t care about what others did. It didn’t concern him. What Sherry was doing shouldn’t concern him. It was just regular duties, and this was the life labs. Still, he didn’t like how she laughed at the things she said, or the way he was smiling at her when she did. As much as he hated to admit it… he was jealous.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 4:28 pm
What makes you say that?
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It was true. Even as hunters, life was much too fragile. He had been hurt once. He learned his mistake. It was easier to move on when the body was a nameless face, someone he didn’t know, didn’t care about. It also meant he could do whatever he wants. Even if HE should die, no one would care, no one would mourn him. He was just another body. Disposable. And yet, things hadn’t gone according to his plan. Even after all he had done, someone did care. Someone who always tried to do their best to keep him out of harm’s way, who did her best to help him, and even after she found out it was all just a façade, she still put his needs above hers.
Chester let out a soft chuckle, seeming to already know the answer, and Jake sighed. He was tired of making mistakes, tired of getting others hurt because of him. This time would be different. This time… he was fully and whole-heartedly devoted.
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