Post by | | Steven Jacobs | | on Dec 30, 2006 4:26:41 GMT -5
| | Steven Jacobs | |
| | About Meh | |
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Age: Sixteen
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| | Meh Character | |
Name: Steven Jacobs
BirthMonth: January.
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
Race: German, Italian, Irish
Look-a-Like: Jesse Mccartney
Personality:
This boy was the real defintion of concealed.
Although with one person, whom he depended on he was the farthest thing from
hidded. Steven wasn't the cocky type, usually he was the quite the opposite. He
didn't expect girls to flock him, nor like him, he usually doubted himself. Sure some
girls had become obessed of him, but he didn't take it to his advantage. He was just
an average twenty year old, sometimes he could act as if he was perverted, and
others he could act like he cared less. Everyone had their bad side, and he wouldn't
sugar-coat it. Life wasn't all Cremes&Cookies, nor was he born witha silver spoon in
his mouth. Steven liked his own money, that he earned himself without the help of
his family. Independent, and responsible skills he did not lack, considering his life at
home.
He despised the thought of spoiled children, that will whine and throw a fit for what
they want, and when they wanted it. He took him awhile to adjust to something that
was unusual, or strange. He is intelligent, and alert, usually helping his bestfriend
Megan Jerone with her homework back in highschool, and finishing a semster of
college with her until she took a year break. When people, especially girls judged him
to be some 'ladies man', 'pimp, player' he would just ignore the fact that they
obviously couldn't see his personality, therefore he was actually hard to read. It was
actually a compliment saying he wasn't like an open book. Sure he was spunky, and
wild at some point. He wasn't one of the guys who followed trends, but simply set
them. In highschool he was considered a Jock, although he hated the fame that came
along with it. All of the whores would tackle him, and give out like nothing else
matter. It wasn't a surprise he grew up disliking the way girls attracted guys, by their
body parts and actions. It was completely desperate. Exactly why he just stuck to
his good friend Megan all through out his twenty years of life. He was goal-oriented
and had strong beliefs in himself, and his friends around him. He learned not to pass
up the things in life that kept your personality running properly. Over all he stuck
to himself, and never doubted the people around him.
Appearance:
Some would describe Steven as a pretty boy. Which he couldn't deny, himself. Sure
he spent more time on his hair then most girls did. Or spent more time at the mall,
then at a football game. He wasn't gay, if that's what you all are thinking. He just
properly groomed himself, better than others. Megan often made fun of his hour
showers or his o.c.d.
The first feature you'd notice about him would be his Blue-Green eyes, that stuck
out of his well defined face. Every little detail would compliment his well-colored
eyes that were specked with grey and crystal blues. It'd actually depend on what
lighting he was standing under to actually get a glimsp of the amazing specks.
Although they were often seen.
His muscular body structure was well-built in highschool, as he made the varsity
football, and soccer teams. Although he also joined swimming his Junior year, until
he graduated. Summer vacations he usually visited florida, and California to go surf
with a few friends. They called it their get away or road trip, always fun of course.
His abs were completely perfect, due to his weekly exercise, that being a model
needed. He worked his body for the career, him and Megan had simply accepted into
their lives. It paid off of course. He never joined it for the women though.
His hair gavehim the classic beach bum look. The sandy blonde tying into the light
brown, naturally streaking through his hair. It was shaggy reaching just about to his
ears and above his eyes. Depending on his mood, he usually spiked it, or styled it
into a fohawk. Or if he was lazy he'd just let it lay falt on his head. Either way it
looked as if he spent hours styling it.
Flaws:
Steven lacked the trust that was naturally built into a human, by having a family and
life. He was a pretty stubborn guy and wouldn't stop until he'd win. Losing wasn't
an option, nor was acting like a complete fool. Usually gets stressed and anxiety over
the littlest things, often happens when he is engaged in a relationship.
Out of reaction, if he could tell if someone is completely fake, he'd say something
and most likely it wont be that nice. He has a problem with proving himself, if he
cant get the right thought into your mind, he'd die trying. [figure of speech of
course.]
He won't take shit from anyone, usually why he got into trouble when he was
younger. He had been in alot of fights, due to the same reason. Steven isnt the one
for peacemaking, if you've pissed him off, then so long bitch.
Sure he sounds like a dick sometimes, but you haven't seen nothing yet.
Background:
Steven didn't grow up in the best environment, mainly the reason why he usually
spent holidays with the Jerone Family, and his bestfriend Megan. Holidays or
special events with his family was like a screaming hell. He grew up with Five
siblings two being girls and three being boys, all younger then himself. He really
disliked talking about his family, unless with Megan or someone well cared for.
His father left when Steven was only six years old, leaving his single mother to
commit suicide when he reached the age of sixteen, leaving his responisble for taking
care of his siblings. After a year of dwelling he had to grow up and just do what his
beloved mother wished for him to do. His other siblings living with his drunk uncle
and aunt, they had daily arguements, and hitting.
Sure he didn't grow up in the best surroundings, but he made the best of ir for his
little brothers and sisters. He tried to show them the finer things in life, like sports
and walks. Singing and writing. It all was a sorce to cope with everything happening
so fast. Megan helped him through everything, and he had thanked her billion times
plus more. Even at age twenty they could not be torn apart.
Sample of Role Playing:
[when he was sixteen]
Tossing the football up as he laid on his bed, his thoughts were bigger then him.
He had alot going for him, but he threw it all away, when three months ago his
mother was found died along the sidewalk from jumping off their apartment building.
The sad part was Steven didn't even dare cry, in hopes he'd keep his siblings faith
up. This was the hardest part of his life, but he could do it; expecially with megan by
his side. She held his hand atthe funeral, let him cry secretly in her arms, and stayed
the night with him through the hardest depts of his life. Even now she sat by him
with a smile among her cheerful face, just staring at him and playing with her long
blonde curls. Considering they lived close by she was always over. Even though they
were close, he still got embarrassed when his aunt and uncle fought when Megan was
over. She just shrugged it off though, simply comforting him.
She was like his only family, someone that held his trust with pleasure. When he
was sad, she'd cry for him. These two were the best of friends, maybe even family in
their own radiant eyes. This was a friendship that'd never end.
"It's okay to cry" Megan comforted; patting his back softly. Steven just glanced to
her with a slight pretend smile. "Really, I'm fine..." he replied and hugged her softly.
"Well, you get some rest punk.." She said; climbing out the window of his room.
His aunt would freak if a girl was over this late, but he barely cared what she said or
thought.
