Post by jack dawson warren on Feb 25, 2010 4:46:21 GMT -5
J A C K - D A W S O N - W A R R E N ,
nicknames ,
- - - Just Jack is fine.
age ,
- - - Twenty Three.
occupation ,
- - - auto mechanic.
member group ,
- - - citizen.
personality ,
- - - attentive, reserved, understanding, protective, loving, involved, persistent, patient, kind and supportive.
family ,
- - - Amelia Miller -- forty -- prison inmate.
- - - Maxine Julianna Warren -- seventeen -- senior at Norrington Academy.
- - - Father Unknown.
history ,
- - - Jack Dawson Warren was born Aaron Miller in the late summer months, but it seems like that person is a thing of the past. He is now Jack, and wouldn't have it any other way. Jack's life had been complicated and haphazard since the day he was born. His mother wasn't really a good mother to him, but he didn't really know any better until he was much older. After his younger sister was born, he began to see all of the signs that something wasn't quite right in their home. Often times, they'd go to bed without food in their bellies, but Jack would give as much as he could to little Maxine (then, she was Helen) and go without himself. Men and women alike would come and go from the house as they pleased, and out of sheer will to survive he took charge of getting Max everything she needed. For someone only six years older than her, that was a weight no child should ever carry. Even so, he looked out for her, kept her fed and made sure she was doing well in school and keeping out of trouble...all the while doing the same for himself.
- - - Today, Jake would tell you that he still cared very much for his mother. After all, she was indeed still his mother, just not very good at it. The woman didn't understand how to be a nurturing individual, so Jack took on that role for his baby sis. She had fallen into the crowd and grown up very much like her own children had, and yet she didn't know how she was hurting them. She couldn't see the impact she was having on them and eventually she ended up in prison for something Jack still cannot completely figure out. He knows that her being there is for her own good, but often wishes that she acted like a mother should. Maxine deserved that much.
- - - Jack did what he had to to get them by, and that usually meant breaking the law. The thought of it made him sick to his stomach, but seeing Maxine suffering is what pushed him to get things for her. At first, he began dealing drugs at his school to make some extra money and would only use them if he was instructed to do so by the customer buying what he had. He wouldn't touch the stuff otherwise and he never developed an addiction to any of it. His little sister was the only thing that he really needed and kept his thoughts with her while tripping on acid or snorting coke. This was only a phase for Jack, and unfortunately he moved on to bigger and better things. After dropping out at the tender age of sixteen, while working on earning his GED, he was also an artist at boosting cars. He joined a group of other guys similar in ages to himself and they would patrol the neighborhoods looking for an expensive car to bring back to their boss. Jack was the person they called when they needed some delicate, experienced hands because he was almost always the only one sober and therefore had the highest skill possible for breaking into cars. Regrettably, he had to bring Maxine along on these runs and to this day still feels that he mad the wrong choice teaching her anything that he was involved in.
- - - This car business of his didn't last long either and he was dragged back into the world of dealing, but it wasn't just drugs anymore. After his mother was arrested, he gained sole custody of his younger sister, and only at the age of nineteen. He took on the responsibility willingly, but had to return to where he made the most money and that was dealing various illegal items and smuggling all sorts of things over state lines. Jack would never tell you so, but he was damn good at his profession and was making a killing on all he was willing to do. He would stop at nothing and this was why the higher bosses' loved him so much. They could count on him to get the job done, and he never once got caught...until one fateful night. Maybe luck had ran out or maybe karma got the better of them. For whatever reason, he was busted along with a few other guys and one of the head honchos of the entire outfit. They were caught with a small van packed floor to ceiling with heroine, a case of guns and other items considered contraband on US soil.
- - - Sitting in the holding cell, handcuffed to the steel bench, all he could think about was Maxine and how she'd get by without him. He had failed her, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it now. His one phone call was to her, and he explained everything to her. She knew what he was doing, so all he really had to say was he'd been caught but he made himself believe that she was oblivious to it all. Jack spent a week in jail before the district attorney offered him a plea bargain he couldn't refuse. If he gave them the names of everyone involved in the ring then he would be let go and his record wiped clean. Both him and his sister would be placed in the Witness Protection program and given a new life. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what to do. Jack took the deal, said goodbye to his old identity of Aaron Miller and adopted a person he felt better suited for. Jack Warren.
- - - Now, siblings Jack and Maxine Warren reside in Santa Ria, California and the two of them couldn't be happier. Jack was able to keep all of the money he'd acquired from the jobs he was doing, but the cash was handed over as evidence and he was rewarded the same amount in credit with the program along with a lump sum they usually give to people changing their lives and relocating. Jack was able to get Maxine into a proper school where she could expand her life and grow into the young woman she deserved to be. Away from all of the gangs, drugs and crime they once resided in. He now works in a respected profession in the automotive industry, but he instead keeps everything very legal. He's a respected man and is known as being the most honest mechanic for miles around. Eventually, he had found a way to get the two of them out of the lifestyle that was slowly killing them and laid solid foundation for them both to grow upon.
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HEY THERE, I'M ALICE AND I'M TWENTY TWO YEARS OLD! I'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND THE ROLEPLAY WORLD FOR TWO YEARS AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE BELOW! AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M USING GARRETT HEDLUND AS THE PLAY-BY FOR THIS CHARACTER. OH, AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE JUST JACK!
Turning his computer off, he had a hard time wiping the goofy grin off his face. The pleasure of meeting someone who shared a lot of the same interests as he did in this city was beginning to look slim, and all of a sudden Skylar Jacobs shows up when he least expects it. She wasn't like any other girl he'd ever met, but he was trying hard not to get his hopes up because people tended to act very different over the internet then they did in the real world. However, if she did turn out to be the very same in person he may very well make her his wife.
He'd already been ready for practice, so dressing wasn't eating up his time at arriving at her house. After a quick once over in the full length mirror hanging on the back of his closet door, he headed down the stairs two at a time. "Liam, I've told you not to treat the steps that way. You'll wear the carpet." rang his mother's assertive tone. He guessed she was in the kitchen so he headed that direction. "Sorry mum, I'm just in a bit of a rush." came his reply, rounding the corner into the room his mother occupied. She had situated herself in front of the sink, busying herself with the dishes. They owned a dishwasher like every other family in this day and age but she preferred doing them by hand.
Looking at the clock, she shook her head. "Where are you off to so late, duckie?" she asked, her tone more welcoming than her last statement. Before replying, he poked his head in the fridge for something to put on his stomach before he left. Choosing a green apple. "It isn't late, mum. It's only seven." he said into the crisper drawer. "And, I'm going to the rink. I'm getting a bit of extra practice before the game next weekend." Then, he took a large bite out of the apple, chewing hurriedly. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he was placing food in his mouth. Maybe his new found friend wouldn't mind grabbing something after their lesson. His mother nodded, understanding his reasoning. "All right, but be careful. You know much I dislike that beast of yours."
By this time he had made his way into the living area. She was speaking to him through the cut out above the kitchen sink. His back was turned toward her, getting his things together. A smirk appeared on his face remembering just how skittish she was around his motor bike. "Well, actually...I'll need to borrow the car. I've invited a friend along, so we won't be taking the bike. Keys?" he asked, wiping the sarcastic smirk off his face before he turned to face his mother. She motioned where they were lying with a soapy hand and he took them graciously. "Just don't stay out too late, and will you fill the tank for me please? It's a bit low and I don't want to have to stop before work tomorrow."
By then, he was already half way out the front door. His bag was slung over his shoulder with the keys in one hand and the sticks in the other. "Yeah, I'll fill it for you." he said, but then remember he hadn't given his mother a proper goodbye. Dropping the sticks where he was standing, he closed the gap between them and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She seemed to be impressed that he still remembered to show her some love every now and again. Every other teenage boy acted as though their mothers did not exist unless they needed something. "I love you, Liam." she said, going back to the dishes. "Love you too, mum." Then, with a gentle wave he picked up the sticks and closed the door behind him.
On the way to Skylar's home he finished his apple and also indulged in a cigarette. He wasn't sure what she'd think about it and he realized it was filthy habit. However, as filthy as it was he was hopelessly addicted and had been since he was fourteen. He always smoked one before heading out onto the ice, so doing so a few minutes earlier wouldn't make much difference to him. His hand was hanging out the window, trying to keep the smell to a minimum. Sure, his father smoked as well, but he was attempting to be a courteous as possible. After he had his fill, he stuffed it out in the ashtray, just in time to turn on to Cherry Wood.
The house showed up quicker than he had anticipated and only just realized he was a bit nervous. He'd never met this girl, and normally he didn't care what people thought of him, but somehow she was different. As he pulled up near the curb, he noticed she wasn't kidding when she said she'd be right out front. There were three guys easily older than he was and he took a deep breath before getting out of the car. He placed his hands in his pockets and headed up the driveway. They were all gathered around a car that was practically gutted except for a brand new engine. "Your garage looks a lot like mine," he said with a laugh, not really knowing what to say otherwise.
He'd already been ready for practice, so dressing wasn't eating up his time at arriving at her house. After a quick once over in the full length mirror hanging on the back of his closet door, he headed down the stairs two at a time. "Liam, I've told you not to treat the steps that way. You'll wear the carpet." rang his mother's assertive tone. He guessed she was in the kitchen so he headed that direction. "Sorry mum, I'm just in a bit of a rush." came his reply, rounding the corner into the room his mother occupied. She had situated herself in front of the sink, busying herself with the dishes. They owned a dishwasher like every other family in this day and age but she preferred doing them by hand.
Looking at the clock, she shook her head. "Where are you off to so late, duckie?" she asked, her tone more welcoming than her last statement. Before replying, he poked his head in the fridge for something to put on his stomach before he left. Choosing a green apple. "It isn't late, mum. It's only seven." he said into the crisper drawer. "And, I'm going to the rink. I'm getting a bit of extra practice before the game next weekend." Then, he took a large bite out of the apple, chewing hurriedly. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he was placing food in his mouth. Maybe his new found friend wouldn't mind grabbing something after their lesson. His mother nodded, understanding his reasoning. "All right, but be careful. You know much I dislike that beast of yours."
By this time he had made his way into the living area. She was speaking to him through the cut out above the kitchen sink. His back was turned toward her, getting his things together. A smirk appeared on his face remembering just how skittish she was around his motor bike. "Well, actually...I'll need to borrow the car. I've invited a friend along, so we won't be taking the bike. Keys?" he asked, wiping the sarcastic smirk off his face before he turned to face his mother. She motioned where they were lying with a soapy hand and he took them graciously. "Just don't stay out too late, and will you fill the tank for me please? It's a bit low and I don't want to have to stop before work tomorrow."
By then, he was already half way out the front door. His bag was slung over his shoulder with the keys in one hand and the sticks in the other. "Yeah, I'll fill it for you." he said, but then remember he hadn't given his mother a proper goodbye. Dropping the sticks where he was standing, he closed the gap between them and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She seemed to be impressed that he still remembered to show her some love every now and again. Every other teenage boy acted as though their mothers did not exist unless they needed something. "I love you, Liam." she said, going back to the dishes. "Love you too, mum." Then, with a gentle wave he picked up the sticks and closed the door behind him.
On the way to Skylar's home he finished his apple and also indulged in a cigarette. He wasn't sure what she'd think about it and he realized it was filthy habit. However, as filthy as it was he was hopelessly addicted and had been since he was fourteen. He always smoked one before heading out onto the ice, so doing so a few minutes earlier wouldn't make much difference to him. His hand was hanging out the window, trying to keep the smell to a minimum. Sure, his father smoked as well, but he was attempting to be a courteous as possible. After he had his fill, he stuffed it out in the ashtray, just in time to turn on to Cherry Wood.
The house showed up quicker than he had anticipated and only just realized he was a bit nervous. He'd never met this girl, and normally he didn't care what people thought of him, but somehow she was different. As he pulled up near the curb, he noticed she wasn't kidding when she said she'd be right out front. There were three guys easily older than he was and he took a deep breath before getting out of the car. He placed his hands in his pockets and headed up the driveway. They were all gathered around a car that was practically gutted except for a brand new engine. "Your garage looks a lot like mine," he said with a laugh, not really knowing what to say otherwise.
