CROWLEY, Jonas Andrew (Fin)

[jonas andrew crowley]

JONAS - ANDREW - CROWLEY ,

nicknames ,
- - - Jo, Liverpool, Bloke
age ,
- - - 16
occupation ,
- - - Student
member group ,
- - - Junior

personality ,
- - -
+ Naive
+ Artistic
+ Suffering
+ Gentle
+ Caring
+ Trusting
+ Tenacious
+ Tough
+ Intelligent
+ Obsessive-Compulsive

family ,
- - - + Father: Michael Alain Crowley (Deceased)
+ Mother: Alicia O'Malley Crowley (Deceased)
+ Uncle: Alexander Earl Crowley
+ Surrogate Father: Anthony Gregory Gauntlet (Deceased)
history ,
- - - Jonas Crowley was supposed to be born as a child of privilege. The talk of the prodigal son of one of the most up-and-coming couple of Britain's high class was all over the mouths of the men and women of Manchester. Michael Crowley was a former teacher turned parliamentarian for the House of Lords; which had occurred when his father Lord Crowley had died of a stroke. His wife Andrea was one of the strongest corporate lawyers in London. An Oxford graduate, she rose to the top very quickly and seemed to only gain more power with the birth of her first son, Jonas.
Though what seemed perfect would change ever so quickly. Andrea was born in Belfast to a very poor family of farmers. She got into Oxford on pure grit and determination alone. Though suffering from a slight case of PPD, she kept her resolve until a phone call came to her cell at work. It was grave news from Belfast. Her brother, Michael was killed in a bombing campaign in Belfast by the British government trying to fish out some IRA rebels in the area. Her brother, the one who raised her, the one who pushed her to go to Oxford had just died and was being called a terrorist! "Good Riddance!" They called at her brother. There the mother snapped. She picked up her belongings, left a note at her husband's office, and fled to Belfast with her maiden name. How dare she even take a British name?
Michael was shocked, and Manchester was a sea of laughter. The scandal forced him to leave parliament at once, giving the seat to his brother. He was a disgrace, and fled to Bootle, Liverpool.
Bootle is one of the poorest ports in all of England and here, Michael started his new role as a teacher. That would fail as the school would close down. At this time, little Jonas was about three and Michael had to take care of his son. So there, Michael took a job as a dockworker and moved into a shack close to the sea.
Jonas was treated well by the sailors and given a love of the sea by them. There he learned to sing and write and curse. To box and laugh and enjoy himself. The regular sailors would help Michael and bring young Jonas toys from far-off lands like Nova Scotia, or Miami, or Brussels. These cities all sounding so foreign and exotic! By the time he was 7, Jonas knew all the port cities of the world! Then as a reward for naming all the ports, he was given his first guitar. It was small and made as a toy in Seville. Jonas would twang it to the delight of sailors who would sing shanties of loves lost at different ports. Maria, Candy, Pechuga. Those names where so foreign and beautiful. Then when he was ten, the port at Bootle closed forever, and the fun stopped. Worried for his son, Michael found a job at the local post office and sent Jonas to school where he at least maintained some education. This would remain until Jonas was 13, and Michael lost his job with the closing of the Bootle Post Office.
In despair, Michael rationalized his son would be better with a new parent, and before he came back from school, hung himself on a rafter in their shack. Leaving only a note that he will be better off with a new family.
Jonas was crushed, he was all alone. The police would find him after a week with the rotting body of his father and him playing the guitar as people complained of the smell. Jonas was tossed around foster care once his uncle declined accepting him. This would occur for a bit until he found himself like many kids in Liverpool, on the street. It was just him and his guitar.
Then one day on the street an aging man saw the child playing a guitar and smiling. The cancer had eaten his body and he had no heirs, so in the heat of the moment, the man became enamored by this child's potential and took him in. His name was Anthony. Anthony was a guitar maker in Liverpool and liked to brag he made Mosrite's and Gibson's for Joey Ramone and George Harrison. Under the tutelage of the old master, Jonas grew and became a star in Liverpool by the end of his junior high years.
By then, the man had little time left and wanted to leave something to this world. He saw that in Jonas. Without a word, the man went to him one day and gave him a few things as he prepared for death.
"I signed you up to go this school, and it's in California. I put all the money I had left from this shop and the guitars still here to send you there. It's a secondary school that can send you to Julliard. Julliard can make you a star! The flight information is here. They'll take you in at some point in August, I know you'll do great. My sister will take you in until you graduate Jonas. There is some money for you to spend in California too for whatever you need. Finally, I'm giving you a guitar. It's a Mosrite, I made it for Joey Ramone before he died. I want you to have it, as my final gift to you. Live long my son, you'll do many a great thing!"
Jonas stayed with him until he died that night. It was March 7th, his 14th birthday.
Jonas followed his words and stayed with the man's sister who took care of him well before driving him to the airport. The next moment, Jonas was in New York and taking a cab to an airport to California. There he was able to find people who looked like him. Jonas had styled his look based on pictures in Anthony's shop of Joey Ramone and set up shop in the school. Finally, in his Junior year that school collapsed and became the new school he was in now, an all-girls school nonetheless. He didn't know, but he knew that maybe this would be better for him. So the art could live in him and be an easier pull in a school where Julliard hit very well. Thus very often.

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HEY THERE, I'M Ben AND I'M 18 YEARS OLD! I'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND THE ROLEPLAY WORLD FOR OCHO ANOS AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE BELOW! AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M USING JARED LETO AS THE PLAY-BY FOR THIS CHARACTER. OH, AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE DAMIEN COBRANI!

Damien stood at the front of the building, with a smile. A cold snaky smile that made people think of the devil incarnate was afoot. Where they right? Was he the devil? Dressed in a rich black Armani suit, he certainly looked it. Slick brown hair and piercing eyes made him the hatred and envy of town. Such fortune to such a horrible person. Did he care? Of course not. They believe they are better, but hell if they are. They live their little dreams and little fantasies of fortune and believe they have experienced life! They've not even scratched the surface! Daddy and Mommy didn't die when they where five, and they've never been ridiculed. They where blessed. He fought to be here. He worked his ass of to be correct. He took shifts in his uncle's company under all those parts to get the money to come here. College prep schools in New York where the only ones worth it. The public schools out here where riddled with gangs and a boy in Armani would be dead within a week. He needed to live damnit and not let some little gangbanger end his dreams of revenge!
He was a vindictive creature, that just loved the feeling of everyone's stupidity at his fingertips. Animals. All of them! Would they understand who he is? Of course not. They only understand few things.
Clothes, gossip, manners, other people. To hell with all of that! If he could make a better world he would, but it wasn't in him. He had to take it one person at a time. For good reason too. To survive, he had to play their little game.
Emeralds. He decided to join them only on the fact that he loved fine arts. West Side Story was his favorite play, and the name Emeralds was a gang in the play. So for the sake of it he would be an Emerald. To play their game, he joined football. He thought he was pretty good at it. He was a Quarterback at some part of the depth chart, but hell if it mattered. His favorite game was rugby though. Anytime he could play it he would!
It was his kind of sport, violent. Lacrosse was good too, but Rugby let his frustrations out ten-fold! That was who he was though. This violent Pariah, who held the world on his fingertips. Moving a few steps back, Damien turned away and moved with the file of the school drones. He had to bide time, and this was the only place.