[ B A S I C S ]
Nicknames
Idiot, Freak
Age
Early to Mid 20s
Star Sign
Virgo
Occupation
Job/gig hopper. Currently a waiter and fulltime student at Wexford University.
Orientation
Chaotic Bisexual™ with a heavy preference for men.
Roles
Versatile, Service Top, Service Bottom. Registered Pain Slut. He lives to please. S E V E R E oral fixation. He's a dick or a hole, people. Nothing more, nothing less.
[ A P P E A R A N C E ]
Height
6'4"
Hair
Coal black hair with cool undertones. Shaggy normally, but when he gets it cleaned up it's shorter on the sides with just enough to grip left on top.
Eyes
Deep, dark brown and nearly as dark as his hair in some lighting. Amber when the sun hits them just right. Fox-like in shape.
Face
Chiseled, sharp cheekbones and a sharper jaw. Roman nose. Plush lips and a deep cupid's bow. A long, jagged scar on the right side of his face that starts just below the inner corner of his eye and ends just under his jaw. It's slightly raised, wider in the middle.
Body
Broad shoulders, wide chest, narrow hips. An incredible shoulder to hip ratio. Muscular. Thick through his arms and chest and thighs while he's more lean everywhere else. Scars litter his body. Count on long and short thin scars over the majority of his body. His chest and hips and high on his thighs are cigarette burns— not self-inflicted. A large, jagged scar along his left inner thigh. Tattoos on his right arm, nearly a full sleeve, and a few on his right. All courtesy of a friend he'd had in HS who had dream of becoming a tattoo-artist.
Clothing
Ill-fitting clothes. Jeans that have seen hell and back, always having holes in the knees and thighs, worn at the back hem of each leg from natural wear and tear. Cheap tank-tops and t-shirts he collects from thrift shops and other second-hand means. Well fitting clothes do wonders for his body-type, but he can't afford that shit. Nor would he buy them if he did, by some miracle, have the money for it.
[ B A C K S T O R Y ]
Family
Poor Life™. 'Raised' by a single mother. She's a pill-popping, alcoholic crackhead; virtually willing to do anything for her next fix as long as she doesn't have to be sober. This is the only version of his mother Jett has ever known. No man to call a father. His mom was a whore, so it was no telling who his real father was. Growing up poor and vulnerable, he weathered bullying and abuse until it was water off his back. [ . . . more to come ]
[ P L A Y L I S T ]
southbound by
Artemas
I'm The Slime by
Frank Zappa, The Mothers
Hollow by
Diggy Graves
My Own Summer (Shove It) by
Defttones
[ more coming soon ]
