Post by JETT ROONEY DE MARCO on Oct 30, 2010 22:46:06 GMT -5
JETT ROONEY DE MARCO
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NAME: jett rooney de marco.
AGE: twenty-one.
BIRTHDAY: november twenty-first.
GENDER: male.
ORIENTATION: straight. unless he's wicked drunk, then he'll hit on just about anyone.
HOMETOWN: anchorage, alaska.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single as a pringle... and that probably won't change any time soon.
OCCUPATION: citizen badass.
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PERSONALITY: reckless as hell, impulsive, alcoholic, adrenaline-junkie, immature, stubborn, impertinent, pugnacious, passionate, driven, protective, prankster, a douchebag (more often than not) and extremely goofy.
LIKES: partying, drinking, drinking games, fast cars, money, smoking, weed, anything dangerous, sex, laughing, funny people, sarcasm, never taking anything seriously, music, sleeping in, most sports, chipmunks, showing off and music.
DISLIKES: hangovers, love, bitches, anything that reminds him ofhisaria, prudes, bad sex, awkward silences, bad parties, cops, rules, academics, not getting exact change, uneven numbers, little kids (solely because they tend to remind him of his late fiance).
FEARS: losing someone that he loves. commitment.
HOPES: he just wants to live fast and die young.
WEAKNESSES: cars and alcohol.
STRENGTHS: he's really brave, to the point where it's actually a little stupid. he's good in bed and good at making people laugh, too.
SECRETS: "my fiance died and i still blame myself for it. i don't want to see anyone else happy because i'm miserable."
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PARENTS: melody and beckham de marco. his father died at twenty-five.
PETS: aside from the fact that he thinks he's the chipmunk whisperer, he has a tarantula named elvis.
SIBLINGS: finn de marco, twin brother.
HISTORY:
- was born in anchorage, alaska to melody and beckham de marco. his older brother finn was born first, making jett the younger of the couple's twin boys.
- beckham was in a car accident when jett and finn were still quite young. jett had always been very partial to his father, and the loss devastated the young boy.
- he progressively became closer and closer to his twin brother, until they got the the point were they were pretty much inseparable. they did everything together, which definitely made things harder for their mother.
- throughout elementary school and junior high, finn and jett remained extremely close. jett typically got into trouble for starting fights with people who picked on his brother for being so smart.
- things started to change when they got to high school. jett was embraced by the more popular crowd while finn didn't quite fit in there.
- jett started to tease his brother more as he became frustrated with his home situation. his mother took an obvious liking to finn while jett always felt like second best.
- he went away with a group of his friends over summer to visit the states. he met a girl there named aria callaghan. she was a year older, but that didn't seem to phase it. he made it his personal goal to sleep with her by the end of that summer.
- of course, jett started falling for aria. hard. by the time the summer was over, it broke his heart to leave her behind. he promised her they would stay in touch and he kept his word, though most people back home were unaware that she even existed.
- he graduated high school a year after his brother. not because he failed a grade, but because finn had graduated early. jett didn't really like his brother much any more, and envied him for getting all of their mother's attention.
- when their mother got sick, jett was the first to bail. he's still nothing but bitter towards the woman, and he left finn to take care of her. he moved away to live with aria, and ended up proposing to her when he was barely nineteen years old.
- things were all going pretty well, considering that aria had tamed him quite a bit. he wasn't the same excessively crazy boy that he'd been back in high school. jett would've done literally anything for her, and he loved her more than life itself.
- he got a call one day informing him that his fiance had been shot to death. jett was hysterical. he clung to her body until they tore him off, and he locked himself in their room and cried for days. he didn't talk to anyone or see anyone. and then he went back to his old habits.
- he went back to anchorage, only to discover that his brother was now happily expecting a child. it made jett sick, and he was jealous of his brother and his happiness. he spent most of his time brooding and drinking, but sometime after his niece was born, he thought up a pretty evil plan.
- he lied to finn's girlfriend and told her that he was his brother. she believed it and they ended up sleeping together. he smugly informed finn what had happened the next day, then sat back and watched as the relationship crashed and burned.
- he hung around anchorage for awhile after that, just partying and getting drunk as he pleased. he didn't really sleep around a lot, mainly because it made him think of aria. no one could compare to her, and he couldn't even dream of trying to replace her.
- he eventually became restless and started moving around. he left alaska and moved to oregon briefly, but somehow eventually ended up in colorado. he's been taking up odd jobs here and there, typically working on cars or at bars.
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roscoe was an asshole. or he felt like one, atleast. that was a broad statement that could go a lot of different ways, and guys were called assholes for a lot of different reasons. ross? he was just... rude. independent. very cynical and skeptical when it came to the people surrounding him, which was ultimately his down fall. he was a realist, and someone, along with that came this need to attack anyone who tried getting close to him. for roscoe, it was instinctive. he didn't want to get screwed over and end up like his parents, or, more specifically, his father. he pushed people away. he didn't like it at first, because he was human, after all. but he got over it eventually, and life went on.
but life had been challenging for roscoe preston griffiths lately. and by challenging, i mean horrible. a couple weeks ago people had stormed in and taken all of his siblings away from him, claiming they didn't have adequate care and needed to go to a foster home. there was lots of screaming and crying and confusion, and even though roscoe kept his cool when the social workers were around, he cried for hours after they left. days, maybe. he'd thrown his entire life away for those kids, and now they were gone. just like that. his dad came stumbling in drunk a few hours later, too wasted to even notice the lack of their presence. it sickened roscoe, but there was nothing he could do. he was poor, uneducated and completely powerless. all of this was out of his control, though he swore there was something he could've done to avoid it. something.
then there was scout. thinking about her eased the pain of it all. her long blonde hair, that shy little smile she had, her voice when she sang to him... all of it was beautiful to roscoe. she amazed him and she relaxed him. he was constantly reminded that she was out of his league (mainly by her twin sister) but he didn't care. she was naive, but he found that adorable. she was optimistic and hopeful, and balanced out all of the skepticism and coldness of roscoe. officially, they weren't together. roscoe was afraid she might reject him, even though deep down he knew she wouldn't do that. he didn't know what was stopping him. maybe it was that nagging fear in the back of his head that -- if he commited -- he would end up like his dad in the long run. but that was a stretch, and a pretty big logical leap to make. there were plenty of variables.
but he'd snapped at her. he'd messed up and acted like a jerk, just like raeleigh had predicted. he didn't mean to and he didn't know why, but he was just... so frustrated. he felt so stupid that he'd given up his entire life for his siblings, and with the snap of some big, powerful persons fingers, they'd crushed him. he felt useless. scout offered to help, but that didn't make it better. he didn't want her help, her pity or anything from her, he just wanted to be by himself. like he always had. he'd said lots of things that he hadn't meant to her, and ontop of all that, he'd made her cry. all in all, yes, he was an asshole. he had issues controlling his emotions, and the events of everything lately had just left him as the broken guy who, at some point, was starting to have the tiniest bit of hope. life's a bitch, ain't it?
the plus side to all the shit that was happening to him was that he'd written a lot of songs. none of them were particularly happy. they were all sort of dark, melancholy songs with the underlying theme of being in love. ross was brooding. big time. he didn't have anything else to do with his time besides sit around and write, which was really what he was supposed to be doing anyway. see, roscoe was in a band. danger!danger! was getting signed, going into the studio and heading out on tour shortly. basically, they were getting huge -- fast. roscoe wasn't complaining, because it seemed like impeccable timing for an escape. he'd spend his days sitting around his house, playing his guitar and packing, occasionally, when he got bored. he only had a few weeks left in dixie falls anyhow, and didn't have any other way to spend it.
presently he was laying on the couch, guitar in hand, plucking at it boredly as he stared up at the ceiling. there were suitcases spread out on the living room floor next to him, with clothes thrown everywhere. there was atleast four cans of mountain dew lined up next to him that he'd already finished drinking, and the fifth, half-full can he was balancing expertly on his forehead. his dad wouldn't be home for hours. he sighed, redirecting his attention to the guitar. he couldn't write anything, he felt like shit. in all honesty, nothing he'd written was all that good, because he'd felt very uninspired lately. he drew a long sigh, and as he did so, he heard someone knock at the door. confused, but not floored at the idea of company, he plucked the can of soda off his head and carried it in one hand, the guitar in his other. he opened the door with his barefoot and stared into the doorway, shocked at who he saw.
"wha... what are you doing here?
no hello, no how are you. roscoe was always such the gentleman.
CREDITS TO KAYLA, NO STEALING THIS.
OR I WILL SERIOUSLY HUNT YOU DOWN,
AND BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN.
Y'KNOW, NO BIGGIE. ILY.
OR I WILL SERIOUSLY HUNT YOU DOWN,
AND BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN.
Y'KNOW, NO BIGGIE. ILY.
