Post by Jaxon Dylan Morgan on May 21, 2011 9:11:38 GMT 10
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bonjour, my name is JAY. i've got SEVENTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for FOUR and i live in the EASTERN timezone.
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name , jaxon dylan morgan
nicknames , j
age & date of birth , sixteen ;; june 16
gender , male
sexual orientation , homosexual
played by , cody linley
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height , 5’8”
weight , 127
tattoos and piercings , none
distinguishing features , Jaxon could be what you call a "pretty boy." His body frame is lithe and graceful, as a dancer's should be. His skin is a light tan all year-round, though it gets darker in the summer. He's pretty average size-wise, although he's on the shorter end of the average ranges. His blonde hair is a medium length, and usually swoops to the side. There are periods of time when he will cut his hair short and gel it into a faux-hawk, but this is rare, as he likes longer hair. His eyes are are light blue, and have been mistaken for green or gray before. His skin is completely free of the teenage plague; acne.
physical flaws , Scars along his eyebrows from childhood accidents involving metal handles on drawers and cookies. Scar along his leg from a sledding accident.
personal style , When not at work, Jaxon tends to wear witty graphic tee shirts. There are also some light V-necks thrown in his wardrobe, but they’re all solid color. Shorts are a common sight in the summer and spring when it’s warm, while jeans are common in colder weather. His jeans are never baggy. Jaxon hates wearing anything baggy. So, his jeans are usually loose, but to have some constrictions on his thighs. His shorts are usually the basic khaki shorts, but Jaxon also has some more colorful ones in his closet. When it comes to shoes, he usually wears Vans or basketball-esque shoes, depending on the outfit. In the summer, he’s always wearing his flip-flops, which come in a variety of colors, styles, and materials.
At work, Jaxon has to change what he wears. His busser uniform is pretty simple. A black tee shirt with the name of the restaurant, Salvatore Scaloppini, in fancy white script. He wears black jeans and completely black Converse and belt to go with the black theme. A baseball cap colored black with the restaurant logo cover his hair. Over his jeans, he has a white apron with the chest part folded into itself, leaving his shirt exposed.
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likes , gum, boys, dancing, spring and fall, warm days, rain, the beach, swimming, volleyball, reading, snakes (especially rem).
dislikes , homophobes, winter, cold, snow, ice, hockey, dull colors, really spicy foods.
strengths , dance, french, swimming, science.
weaknesses , english, cuddles, gum, playing any instrument.
fears , death, spiders, ferrets.
overall personality , The first impression people will get upon meeting Jaxon is his friendliness and personable attitude. Jaxon is also extremely gregarious, meaning he feels most at home with many people. So these traits combine and Jaxon will always tend to drift to the biggest crowd. There are very, very few people that Jaxon can’t get along with for any period of time. But if someone does prove themselves to be in that elite group Jaxon can’t stand for long periods of time, he’ll use polite ways of excusing himself. If push comes to shove, he’ll discretely have his friends bail him out of a situation.
Like a little kid, Jaxon is easily distracted. Watch during a conversation with him, because as he talks, his eyes might drift away from the people he’s talking with to a squirrel across the yard, or a puppy walking around. The cuter the object, the more he’ll watch it. Jaxon’s friends are pretty sure that he has ADD, but he’s never been diagnosed with the disorder. Because he’s easily distracted, he’s also liable to change conversation topics completely. Maybe that’s why people like talking with him, because you can go from homework to puppies to Mars to cameras back to homework, and it all seamlessly flows together.
Jaxon’s eyes usually have the expression of unsoiled joy, but that isn’t always the case for his mood. No one is really sure what he’s ever thinking about. He gives some insight with his writing. He’s a proficient writer, and he will use poetry or prose to express his thoughts. There are also some occasions when he will try his hand at sketching an image. It’ll haunt him for ages until he gets it on paper. And there comes some frustration for him. Jaxon has a hard time getting what’s in his head onto the paper as a picture. His insights to the workings of his mind show that he likes to think in ways that contradict reality. Most of his prose is fantasy. His poetry is deep with emotion. You can tell that he connects with what he’s thinking. Daydreaming is a big problem for Jaxon in school.
Small things can really get on Jaxon’s nerves. Like the fact that almost no one can spell his name correctly the first time, or have trouble pronouncing it right if they see it on paper. Though he’s good at hiding the times when he’s annoyed, he isn’t perfect. If you listen to his voice, you can hear the annoyance easily. When you get Jaxon annoyed, he’ll either play with his hair or start tapping a beat on his legs. Apart from his name, there is a long list of what can set him off, and it can change with the person. He will be fine with something from one person, but if another tries to do the same thing, he’ll get annoyed. He never really gets angry, unless you poke, prod, and ignore him when he tells you to stop. If you hear Jaxon to ask you to stop something, you’d better listen, because that’s the last thing he’ll say before he gets angry. Angry Jaxon is a scary person.
Jaxon’s one that will usually forgive. To him, it’s too much energy to hold a grudge against someone. The period between the action and forgiveness is usually very quick. Jaxon is terrible at holding petty grudges. If someone holds one against him, he’ll just ignore them, because it’s easy to ignore someone who’s mad at you and won’t approach you. But you can tell he doesn’t like it. Only the biggest of offenses against him will warrant any kind of anger towards someone. These periods are relatively short. His longest period of anger was two months. Afterward, he’ll crumble and try to pretend like nothing happened during that period of anger, which can make him seem fickle.
It isn’t like Jaxon wants to have a fake aura of innocence around him… it just happens. It probably is spawned because of the way that Jaxon can act. It’s reminiscent of a little kid. But don’t let the looks fool you, because he isn’t anywhere close to innocent. For kicks, he might go along and pretend innocence after some innuendo, just to see how people will react. This habit of his doesn’t help show people that he isn’t a little kid, either in age or in experience. If you look past the aura of innocence, you’ll see he’s just as dirty as any other teenager in college.
Apart from his leg-tapping when he's annoyed, Jaxon has some other habits. You can tell when he's focused and planning ahead, because he'll be snapping a simple rhythm as he walks along. He's also known to play and adjust his hair when thinking. He isn't one to bite his nails, but he will do it rarely when he's agitated or freaking out. Upset this kid, and he’ll also start to ramble on, swearing at you in French. Jaxon has also been known to break into French without realizing it.
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hometown , Chicago, Illinois.
father , Noah Morgan, lawyer, 38.
mother , Selena Morgan, French teacher, 37.
siblings , N/a.
pets , Rem, rosy boa constrictor, 3
history , It was a bright, sunny June morning when something amazing was going to happen. A baby was due to Noah and Selena Morgan. They were a newer couple, married about two years before. Both were the typical young couple, nervous about being new parents. They were both immigrants from France, and had been in the US for around a year and a half. They had taken up residency in Chicago. Noah, a lawyer, and Selena, a high school French teacher, were in for the ride of their lives. Something… strange was going on with the delivery of the baby.
After four agonizing hours, the doctors came to a startling discovery. The reason why her labor hadn’t gotten any progress was because the little baby was upside-down! And to top it off, his heartbeat had started to slow. Everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed her to surgery for a C-section, which was the only option to saving the baby.
As Selena was allowed to hold her first-born, she was awed by the life she and her husband had created. Selena had wanted a name for her baby that started with a J. Noah had suggested the name Jackson, and Selena had loved it. But it was too common for her. She found the different spelling, Jaxon, and she knew that it would be unique for their son. What they didn’t notice was a small dot which looked like a harmless birthmark.
Jaxon’s poor parents had a crazy child on their hands. It seemed like he was some ADHD baby. A few weeks into life, he was holding out his hands, trying to get his parents to have him stand on his feet. At first they assumed that this was natural baby behavior. Boy, were they ever wrong. Their usual routine now had to revolve around Jaxon. Noah had to go back to work after a few days to keep the money coming in. Jaxon had a habit of taking long naps during the day, occasionally waking up for maybe half an hour of energy and eating, and go back to bed. Nights were a different matter. It seemed for the couple that their baby was saving up energy for the night. For Selena, she had to follow Jaxon’s night owl ways. She took advantage of his daily naps for her own naps, and stayed awake at night. Noah, who didn’t have to deal with Jaxon as much, thought it was funny. Selena would say otherwise. Eventually, though, she had to go back to work. But because of his odd birth, she was given extra maternity leave. When Jaxon was about two months old, she was able to get back to work, and her sister Olivia took charge of Jaxon while his momma was at work.
The rest of Jaxon’s infancy went by pretty smoothly after Olivia took charge. He stopped wanting to stand after a few days, and had one other oddity about him. He never really crawled. Instead, he rolled. He was like a tornado around the house. His parents had to get him a large play pen to keep him in one place if they wanted some peace of mind. Olivia became like a second-mother to Jaxon. She was never just his aunt. Whenever Selena and Noah took a trip, Olivia was the first to be asked or volunteer to watch Jaxon.
Unlike his pregnancy and infancy, Jaxon was a pretty average child. He was always good to everyone, and loved to play pretend. He was friends with everyone that he met. His parents couldn't have been more pleased. There was a never-ending stream of kids through the Morgan household, along with the parents of the kids.
Growing up, he had one pal that he never was without; Flint Underwood. They were closer than two peas in a pod. They did everything together. So naturally, their parents were also very close. If they went out, the other parents would come with them, and Jaxon and Flint would go to one or the other’s house and the parents would split the cost of a babysitter.
At the age of six, Jaxon’s mom forced him to take ballet. At first, Jaxon didn’t like it, but he warmed up to it as his teacher had nothing but praise for him. Jaxon found that he was a talented dancer, and at fourteen was taking ballet, jazz, contemporary, and ballroom.
When you live in a household that's from France, you tend to pick up the language. Selena and Noah would always speak French around the house in the off times company wasn't to be seen. Jaxon grew up speaking both French and English. In middle school, he took advanced French classes with ease. He picked up a slight accent. Occasionally, he'd miss the 'h' in words. Through middle school, he was always being followed by girls. He never dated any, mostly because he didn't want to deal with women. Others thought it was because he was gay, and they were dead on.
In high school, Jaxon spent his first two years in slight hiding. He had a good amount of friends still, but his secret was something that he felt was holding him back. The fact that he was a dancer, and never had a girlfriend didn’t look too good for Jaxon. He didn’t mind, but sometimes wished life had turned out differently for him. In the second semester of his sophomore year, he got a letter from Knox Academy, asking him to join them in the fall. His parents were overjoyed, as they knew how good Knox was, and would definitely help Jaxon with his dancing. So, in the fall, Jaxon packed up and left for his new school, saying good-bye to everything he’d known.
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Aaron guessed it was a nice day in May. For one thing, it was warm. Aaron had busted out the flip-flops and shorts today. He didn’t particularly care that today that he looked like a lot of other students. He wasn’t meeting anyone important today. Besides, he wore everything better than anyone else, so he didn’t mind. School was out, and he’d already finished his homework. There wasn’t anything to study for, so Aaron didn’t know what to do with himself. It was times like these were he really needed a good friend, but Aaron didn’t know anyone who was good enough to be a good friend for him. He mentally shook his head. No, he didn’t need a friend, just someone to play with, using any stretch of the term.
He paused for a moment, trying to decide between two paths. He could either go back to Grayson Hall and haunt his dorm or go haunt the grounds and maybe find someone of interest to him. He shrugged, and deciding that perhaps, people would be a better option for him. It was the weekend after all. Shouldn’t he be partying it up? Hm, maybe finding someone on the grounds could possibly count as “partying,” depending on who he met, obviously.
Aaron attire wasn’t anything special. He wore an American Eagle shirt that was, surprisingly, not covered with the logo. Instead, it was a solid grey, with off-white, faded letters spelling out “WINNING.” His shorts were a medium khaki color, and had the cargo style. His shoes were a pair of basic, black flip flops. His anklet, like always, hung on his right ankle. It was a basic leather anklet, with a jade bead tied in place. In the usual Aaron style, they all looked ridiculously good on him, even though it was a very simple and common outfit.
He went this way and that around the grounds, looking for someone that sparked some interest for him. No one was good enough, though. He saw plenty of people, but they were all the same; normal. Ugh, Aaron hated the normal people. They just didn’t have the appeal. He’d be bored in ten seconds flat talking to them, and then he’d be stuck there for at least ten minutes, pretending to care about their petty troubles. He’d rather shoot himself that talk to these commoners.
Unfortunately for Aaron, the school’s wifi didn’t connect all the way out here. He’d have to use some other form of getting on the internet if he wanted to do anything. But the trouble was too much for him. He’d have to go find a secluded spot so that no one would bother him. And if they did, he’d seem rude by not talking to them, as he was in a different world. If there was one thing Aaron was not, was rude. It would tarnish his perfect reputation around the school, or at least Aaron thought it was perfect. He was sure someone who was jealous of him or something would start a rumor about him.
Aaron was tempted to just log into the web, just to read the gossip blog and see if anyone had said anything about him. But the whole getting caught by someone was too much of a risk. Aaron sighed. Some people. If only he could rid himself of some people, he felt that life would be much more amusing, and less of a bore.
Aaron, though his musings, didn’t realize that he was along the woodlands of Rochester’s grounds. Guessing that he might as well follow them, he continued down until he saw some smoke drifting past the grass. Bingo. Either a small fire or someone smoking. Smokers could be interesting, depending on what they were smoking. Aaron followed the smoke to its source. What he saw was indeed a smoker. A boy, Aaron guessed that he was probably an upperclassman. Brushing himself down, he held out his hand when he got close to the other boy. “Hello there. I’m Aaron, Aaron Reed,”
He paused for a moment, trying to decide between two paths. He could either go back to Grayson Hall and haunt his dorm or go haunt the grounds and maybe find someone of interest to him. He shrugged, and deciding that perhaps, people would be a better option for him. It was the weekend after all. Shouldn’t he be partying it up? Hm, maybe finding someone on the grounds could possibly count as “partying,” depending on who he met, obviously.
Aaron attire wasn’t anything special. He wore an American Eagle shirt that was, surprisingly, not covered with the logo. Instead, it was a solid grey, with off-white, faded letters spelling out “WINNING.” His shorts were a medium khaki color, and had the cargo style. His shoes were a pair of basic, black flip flops. His anklet, like always, hung on his right ankle. It was a basic leather anklet, with a jade bead tied in place. In the usual Aaron style, they all looked ridiculously good on him, even though it was a very simple and common outfit.
He went this way and that around the grounds, looking for someone that sparked some interest for him. No one was good enough, though. He saw plenty of people, but they were all the same; normal. Ugh, Aaron hated the normal people. They just didn’t have the appeal. He’d be bored in ten seconds flat talking to them, and then he’d be stuck there for at least ten minutes, pretending to care about their petty troubles. He’d rather shoot himself that talk to these commoners.
Unfortunately for Aaron, the school’s wifi didn’t connect all the way out here. He’d have to use some other form of getting on the internet if he wanted to do anything. But the trouble was too much for him. He’d have to go find a secluded spot so that no one would bother him. And if they did, he’d seem rude by not talking to them, as he was in a different world. If there was one thing Aaron was not, was rude. It would tarnish his perfect reputation around the school, or at least Aaron thought it was perfect. He was sure someone who was jealous of him or something would start a rumor about him.
Aaron was tempted to just log into the web, just to read the gossip blog and see if anyone had said anything about him. But the whole getting caught by someone was too much of a risk. Aaron sighed. Some people. If only he could rid himself of some people, he felt that life would be much more amusing, and less of a bore.
Aaron, though his musings, didn’t realize that he was along the woodlands of Rochester’s grounds. Guessing that he might as well follow them, he continued down until he saw some smoke drifting past the grass. Bingo. Either a small fire or someone smoking. Smokers could be interesting, depending on what they were smoking. Aaron followed the smoke to its source. What he saw was indeed a smoker. A boy, Aaron guessed that he was probably an upperclassman. Brushing himself down, he held out his hand when he got close to the other boy. “Hello there. I’m Aaron, Aaron Reed,”
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
