Jason Rucker
Jason Rucker
"The deeper the darkness, the brighter the light."
╠ ƒire _ ¤f _ Ŧruth ╣
- Sign the Contract :: Jason Rucker
But you can call me :: Shadow
I'm Not Dead :: 17
Where's My Cake :: June 15
I Wonder What Today's Horoscope Is :: Gemini
The Truth of What's In My Heart :: O+
You Have Got To Be Kidding :: Male
I Should Get Paid For These Idiots :: He has a mother from Northern Europe, and his well-known father is ___________.
I Don't Need Medication :: He is one who stays away from people. He does not start fights, nor does he like them. However, he will finish one when someone picks one. He has no memory of his past, only his name. He is basically a shy kid who likes to keep to himself. He tries not to interfere in anyone else's business and doesn't like people butting into his.
╟ §ecret _ ¤f _ Ŧhe _ ßeginning ╢
- Well, It Began When :: Jason was born and raised in Europe with his mother. He was not always gloomy like he is now; he used to be cheerful and happy. Then it all went wrong. As soon as he hit ten, strange things started to happen. His mother told him there was nothing to fear, but there certainly was. One day, he went home and did not see his mother. He searched for her and found nothing. A few weeks later, he was named an orphan and sent to a local orphanage. He was adopted shortly after and moved to America, where his new family was waiting for him.
He ran away from his new home and arrived at the camp on his seventeenth birthday as strange things started to happen again. He would have stayed, but he did not want the same thing to happen to his new family, so he ran until he arrived at a strawberry field that reminded him of his mother. He remembered how she grew strawberries back at home...well, used to. He walked up the hill, only to lay down and fell asleep. He woke to the sound of battle cries and swords and spears, even horns going off. His tired mind shut down again for rest to recover his strength, sapped with the long run from home.
He awoke the next day, sitting up with no memory. The place he was enclosed in filled him with comfort, and he looked back at a camp. It was the first step to trying to see where he was and why he was here. He was claimed that night, and is currently residing in the ___________ cabin.
I Don't Need Pepper Spray :: Just a celestial bronze sword.
I'm Quite Good At :: His senses seem to increase in the dark of night, and he is far more comfortable in darkness than in daylight. He has a great sense of balance, which helps a lot in water-based activities and with skating. He is also quite fast and has very good endurance for running.
I Happen to Prefer :: Music, Darkness, Skating, Running, and Honorable People.
But I Don't Really Like :: Drowning, Forgetting Everything, Dishonorable People, Thoughts of Being Alone Forever, and Thoughts of Dying With No Memory.
The Straight And Narrow Path :: Hetero.
I'm More Into :: "Ain't No Grave" by Johnny Cash.
The Person I Hold Dear To Me :: None.
Isn't This A Pretty Picture :: A very deep, bloody red.
I Almost Forgot :: He loves to roller skate, and his favorite sport is hockey. He has roller blades built into his shoes that he can push out of the thick soles whenever he needs to by pressing a button on the side of the shoes.
And My Puppeteer :: Son of Lighting
