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Post by levi jones on May 4, 2008 18:27:34 GMT -5
and you are?
your name:
Alex. O hai dere.
age:
Fourteen. Fifteen in May, actually.
years of rping:
Around three
how'd you find us?
Ad on another site I was looking at,
LEVI JONES
full name:
Leviticus Owen Jones
nicknames:
Levi. anything else you wanna throw out there.
age:
Twenty-five.
birthdate:
December 19th, 1982
gender:
Male.
sexuality:
Bisexual.
wealth status:
Middle-upper class.
occupation currently held:
Starbucks
social standing:
adult
let's get physical,
height:
5’7
weight:
143 pounds
hair color:
ranges from dark brown to black.
eye color:
brown-hazel.
tattoos/piercings:
Levi is no stranger to the ink needle. He has unfinished tattoos on his right and left arms, hardly any have color except for a few. He has a few tattoos on his back, and one on his lower abdomen. He’s had his ear pierced when he was younger, but he grew out of that. What he didn’t grow out of was the ring he has in the nipple. he used to feel fruity about it, but know he doesn’t care.
portrayed by:
Pete Wentz
physical appearance in depth:
There are a few different words to describe Levi. Awkward is one; werewolf another. Or even baby faced. They all apply, along with other, not so pleasant ones. But his hair sets him off from the rest of the room. Just a big frizzy pile of dark brown that blocks out half of his face, really. It was an every day argument with his mother when he was still in high school for him to get it cut, or even just trimmed. But he always found a way to hide in some room, or space where his mother wouldn’t touch, due to her germ phobia. But he prefers the hair in his eyes rather than short, and flying out everywhere. It fits his face fair better than short. He’s been told he looks like a toad with it short, and spiky. And who wants to look like a toad? No one. So he keeps his ginger mane, which he can claim as a loins some days, long and proud, his chest swelling slightly when someone compliments his hair, until his chest and ego deflate, acting like he gets such respects everyday. Which he clearly doesn’t get.
But the side affect of such long, shaggy, out of control hair is they can sometimes block out his eyes. Those bright, hazel eyes. Sometimes his eyes show more emotion than he can let on. He could be tip lipped, but his eyes. They would show the disappointment in his eyes. People don’t even have to get him to talk. Just cast a glance at him, and he’ll feel the eyes burning a hole in his skin, and he’ll turn to you, staring back. You can read him easier than a 17-font book. Or even just his facial features his eyebrows arch in tune with his thoughts. Like radio transmission. Or his hooked mouth. It bends in disgust or in pure joy. It’s quite hard to pinch emotions from him since his face does the talking. Minus the larynx. Some people claim to get lost in his eyes. Well. When you can actually get the whole iris, not just a glance or half of it. He really can’t understand where this person gets off. This makes him shield his eyes even more, too bashful to have someone staring into his eyes now and again. Staring at the back of his head, burning non-existent holes into his flesh and bones. But into his eyes? That’s a little too creepy for his own good. Sometimes he’ll look quite stupid in public, because when he thinks, he often has his own little world of facial movements. This can make him come off as not right in the head.
You can always tell when someone is lying when they mumble and mutter ‘um. Er. Uh yea.’ A lot in the same sentence, and when they glance to the left. It’s human nature. The left side of your brain is the thinking side of the brain. That’s how you activate it sometimes. Get the juices flowing, as his mother would say. But Levi’s some how concurred that somehow. But he still has tale tell signs of a liar. The left side of nose/cheek, inches up slightly, casing a small sneer, and his mouth will open to some extent. His voice becomes more confidant, and booming, as his lies spread thin. Most people just think he’s bragging when he lies. But his face expresses it all. Most people just don’t know him well enough, since he just moved to Australia a few years ago, from Britain.
His face is so incredibly baby faced for his age. Especially when he grins. His mouth goes all crooked, and tight, his mouth somewhat large and wide. Like most of the ignorants in North America like to think all British people have horrid teeth. Levi’s are slightly discolored a slight yellow, but not a revolting color, that wants you cringe when he opens his mouth. Thanks to a few years off braces that just ended about six months ago, his teeth are fairly straight, but still some are crooked. Actually. His teeth are rather large. Larger than the average tooth. His mother called then cute. He calls them ‘retarded good for fucking nothing teeth’. But then he couldn’t eat most food. And does that boy love his food.
His neck. It belongs on a giraffe. It’s quite long and slender. Slap a few brown spots on, and paint him yellow. Now you have your own personal zoo animal. But it just adds height to already tall frame of Levi. His height makes him even more awkward. He towers over most of his family members, except for his father, but his mother and siblings are shorter. Levi reaches 5’8 on most measuring scales. Give or take a few inches or so. He’s still shorter than some boys his age, but he’s tall enough for his own liking, since he hates heights, and any taller might just make him crazy and twitchy all the time.
When Levi was about sixteen, he was driving his mother into town after she lost her license, literally lost it in the house; he was in a bad car accident, which killed his younger brother. A scar runs from his left shoulder blade, down his spine. Almost like a snake. But you can’t get his shirt off unless you’re pretty hot, or he’s swimming. But he’s been in too many accidents to count his scars. His family calls him good luck chuck because he usually takes more damage than his classmates, or family. His body is riddled with knicks and scars because of small things, like falling from a tree, or off the monkey bars at the local park. But most are hidden in places you can’t see them. One where the sun doesn’t shine, if you can catch a drift. He’s almost proud and ashamed of the kinks in his skin. One as a badge, one as a reminder. Almost like his body is a collage of different cuts and wounds healed over, teaching him, and for him to point at, going “Dude, this one time…”
and i'll get to know you,
likes:- reading
- fog
- cows
- 60’s era music
- scarves
- silk
- pink
- rain
- the smell of Old Spice. It’s a trigger
- oodles of noodles.
- grapefruit soda.
- stars
- starfishes
- peacocks
dislikes:- organized people
- scent of most perfumes
- going away
- Hannah Montana, you know you do too.
- most summers
- driving
- most little children
- Fiji water
- annoying ring tones
- sushi
- worms
- envelopes
- football
personality:
- stubborn
- cool headed
- collected
- jumps to conclusions
- hot headed
- has a large ego[thinks the world revolves around him at times]
- selfless, despite the ego
- engaging
- can be a charmer
- bigheaded
- lacks confidence
- walking breathing personality contraction
- very well maybe insane.
- loud
- arrogant
Surprisingly, Levi can be very persuasive to get what he wants. Which is usually just help on homework, or something from the ladies, which is a hug. Duh. But he’s very much driven on his sex drive. Like who are his friends. Well, the girls anyways. He scoffs at anyone that suggests he’s gay or even bi sexual. Don’t get him wrong. He sees nothing wrong with people’s sexualities. His sister, May June, is a lesbian. He’s a very touchy person. Quite keen on placing his hand on someone’s thigh while in the middle of a conversation. It’s all part of his need to have someone touching him all the time, to feel even safer. He’s notorious for jumping on someone’s back, just clawing at them, hugging them. And he can turn on the charm at any point in his dialect. His words smooth and filled with understanding and concern. Enter the hand on the leg. And you have Levi.
Oh man. Levi is insane. But you’d never guess it from his appearance. Maybe it’s the years of constant verbal torture from his siblings. This side of him is hidden beneath everything. It rarely comes out. But when it does, he almost killed his brother once; a butter knife jabbed at his neck. Sure, butter knife, but still. That can hurt. Even when this side comes out, it clashes with his passive side. And he ends up breaking down, fighting the urge to stab someone with something pointy and jagged. He’s rather break down, and have a fit of rage bubble in his stomach, and rush of ire in his blood, but keeps it in, until it builds up, and it all comes out, ending with him breaking his down arm by mistake, due to him just running, and crashing into something hard.
Well, Levi is a nerd through and through. It's doubtful that anyone will ever be able to change that about him, no matter how hard they tried. And believe me, has his sister tried. Apparently he's not cool enough for her or something, pssh. Levi is obviously not cool, he's supa hot. So hot... he can melt someone, just by standing next to them, chyea. Anyways. -cough cough- He's really quite the oddball. He takes a lot more after his father's friend Ken, then his father himself. Dimitree was quite the man whore back in his day, but Levi is quite far from that. Instead he just about dies in a girl's presence except for his friends and his sister. He has this habit of falling for girls who don't pay a single ounce of attention to him at all. Or he falls for the book-ish types, who are opposite him, but since they're usually really good friends with him... well, let's just say he never tells them because he doesn't want to ruin their friendship. Levi knows that maybe for once he should take a risk, but he's always so afraid of messing things up.
When you first meet him, Levi comes across as a somewhat shy and awkward individual, but as soon as he feels comfortable around you he opens up and reveals that he’s actually rather outgoing and energetic. In any case though he'll be a bit of a smartass and will usually speak before thinking, thus ensuring that he manages to somehow always wind up with his foot in his mouth and usually on the receiving end of some bizarre looks or, worse, someone's fist. He adapts quickly to most of his surroundings and has a very good memory, allowing him to have taken to college like a fish to water. While he's hardly what one would call studious, he's managed to maintain a steady GPA and is actually a well-liked student overall. Levi’s always been the type to slack off and still pull off good grades, which drives his friends nuts, but what can he say? It's a gift!
That has been a big fear for him since forever. He's not really a perfectionist; he just doesn't want to make people angry. Levi hates forcing his presence on someone or asking others for things. Even if they are happy to do whatever it is or really do like him, he just has a paranoia about that, and usually ends up getting them furious with him by asking them about every two seconds whether they are mad at him, or whether they really mind doing this for him. Levi is just about always seen with his head in a book. Often he'll forget about doing such things like eating, just because he's reading. He gets so immersed and lost in books, he just can't seem to help it. He's very klutzy and shy, and usually keeps to himself. It's really difficult for Levi to make friends because he doesn't know how to act around them, or he's just too worried about how he will appear in front of them. Levi is just very self-conscious about himself and has very low self-esteem. He's been teased a lot when he was younger and he just never quite seemed to get over that.
While he's the farthest thing from a show off, Levi will tends to do things to get the attention of the female populace, but has never really been successful when it comes to dating. This is owed primarily to the fact that when he's around a girl that he actually likes he gets tongue-tied and impossibly shy, so he does his best to ensure that he's tossed into the "friend zone" early on so he can avoid any uncomfortable situations. He's noble and will defend those who are being unjustly treated, while still remaining pleasant. He's much more of a diplomat than a fighter, but when push comes to shove he can usually hold his own in a fight. Always willing to try new things, Levi constantly reminds himself of his goals and maintains his integrity in most situations. He's the type of guy you'd go to for the honest truth, since he's able to put aside first impressions and reputations and lend an ear to anyone who knocks at his door.
Levi is aggressive when it comes to things with being in lead. During sports, he drops the joker act, and becomes this ‘monster’ as his sister likes to call it. But then again, sports aren’t one of his stronger points. The asthma that’s tormented him since he was an infant tends to pull him onto the sidelines. But he’ll then start prancing around, cheering his team one, just to keep himself out there. One time when Levi was pulled out of the game, he decided it would be funny and hilarious to strip down to his boxers, and paint the school colors on his chest, and on his stomach wrote “BEAT THOSE FAGGOTS LIKE THEY BEAT EACH OTHER!” Levi just ended up with a both a broken ego and rib, after a player from the other team tackled him down into the grass. He also was slapped with a suspension. When it comes to the girls that run around school, Levi’s different. He’s shy, and selective, often only talking to girls he knows.
a little bit better,
history in depth:
Bet you’re expecting this. ‘It was a cold December morning in ye old London. A breathy voice rung out, as a car sped down the road, obviously over the speed limit.’ The actual scene was nothing like so. It meant more like so. The night was broken by a cry, but a cry of anger. Along the times of “BY GOD GEORGE. I SAID THE LEFT EXIT. NOT RIGHT. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASIER IF I LET THAT TOSSER DOCTOR FROM ACROSS THE LANE POP OUT THIS CHILD. UGH” something like that. Leaving the other two young children at home while the couple went off, after Lacey had gone into labor. After two children, she’d known it was better to be cool and collected instead of a beast. But it seemed that thought had slipped at the ignorance of her dim-witted husband of hers. But having her son born was more important. But morphine had a nice little play in that factor. After a few bust veins in her forehead from the ride alone, delivering her son seemed easy. Donning him with the name Levi Babylon Jones. Sad, isn’t it? He has three first names from his first, middle and sur name. his current siblings were being watch by his godfather, Fred. His parents figured no one would get killed, there lack of his parental skills. The only bad thing would happen would be he’d let them drink his beer, or something. But apparently, Fred managed to do worse. When George had returned home to check in on the children after Levi was born, Fred was no one to be found, along with Georgia and Persia gone too. After a few minutes of running around, pulling hair from his head, he phoned Fred’s house in spite of himself, to hear his friends voice. After nearly strangling poor old Fred, he got a solid reason why his children where gone from his house. It seemed that Fred’s wife phoned, jabbering something about how she left the oven on, and how he needed to get home right away.
Seeing how Fred couldn’t leave his God Children alone, he popped them into the car, and went to his house. No note. Brilliant man he is. Lacey was a little less than pleased a few days later when she returned home with young Levi. After the scene of events, Fred wasn’t allowed to watch the children for a while. Pity. Things were getting tight. It was getting difficult to have Lacey at home during the day to watch the kids. Georgia and Persia were in school already, and Levi was three. But Lacey was pregnant again. Both her and George had always wanted a big family, and it starting to turn into one. With the news of a baby, not just one, but also two, things were starting to pile up in stress. But when the twins turned two, things got worse. George was given the pink slip. He was laid off from his job as a security guard at the parliament buildings in London. Soon after moving to a smaller area after jobs couldn’t be found. It was a lovely city in his parent’s opinion. It was easy to have the large family. The kids could frolic in the back forest area, while the parents went about their jobs and chores. But things weren’t all lovely. After Amanda Jean was born, Lacey slipped into depression. One point she tried to herself and Amada, but George coaxed her out of it. Her misery inked on for a few months, until Levi was about nine, when his father got another job in an office. It took a load off her back, worrying about money.
George’s sister was never the motherly type. So when her Levi Liberty was born, she took off, leaving the child in the Jones’s home, forcing the family to take her in. so let’s do a head count. Lacey, George, Georgia, Persia, Levi, Levi, Zack, Amanda, and Liberty. Nine. Nine people in one house. It was time to go larger. When Levi was fifteen, they packed up again, but not for the last time, to move out to another house in New Orleans. The space was needed. And it was a available in the new house. The next and last member to the Jones’s name was born. Franklynn. But his life was cut short. Lacey was helping Levi learn how to drive, so taking Franklynn in the back seat, and sitting up front with Levi, they drove off. It was late at night, when all the others were asleep. Franklynn was still on breast milk, so if he needed food, it would be simple. Driving off slowly, they hit the main road, which was pretty quiet for nine at night. After a few blocks, Levi went down a more remote road, with a forest lining it. It was a one-way road. Half way down the lane, a pair of headlights shone at the family car. Levi panicked, his nails digging into the steering wheel. Slamming to the right, trying to avoid the car with the help of his mother, but the car nicked the end of the Jones’s small car, pushing the end into a tree trunk at the speed of at least 80mph.
Waking to the soft beeping noises, Levi found himself in the hospital, Georgia, his eldest sister at his side. Clinging to his arm as he woke, Georgia let out a shrill cry, her face puffy. She explained that their mother was fine, and already home. He had slipped into a small coma, only blacking out for a week. She never said anything about Franklynn, but whenever Levi would ask, she would avoid his gaze, and questions, her eyes misting over. Finally, she broke down, and told him that Franklynn had died about an hour from the accidents. Levi was traumatized. He blamed himself for his brother’s death. It should have been him, was all that he could come up with. Returning home, Levi moped around, possibly far more upset than his mother. But his melancholy was broken with a mild case of madness, when his father announced that his company was opening a station in Australia, and they would be moving to Bellevue. He had gone nutters upon hearing news. Like barking mad. He’d began seeing things. Persiaon told him it was merely his pain medication that was affecting it, and he should lay off the fags. But moving the beautiful city of Bellevue helped clear his head and thoughts. he still blamed himself for Franklynn, but not as much.
Everyone knew that George enjoyed his drink now and then. But one night, he got of his rocker with the scotch one night.. Since he wouldn’t be using the car, Levi asked to borrow it. But his father slinged back with what happened when he let him use the car at night. Franklynn. They started arguing, grunting from Levi, all he could retort not really a fan of fighting, but bellowing from his father. Getting frustrated, Levi smacked down boxes from the shelving in the room, a box containing a gun hitting last, a crack roaring out. The gun had been loaded. It was like a comedy scene. Levi was laughing his arse; George staring down at his foot, hole now in it. So after Levi finally got it together, and drove his father to the local clinic. Lucky, the bullet didn’t do much damage. But his father quickly turned his back on Levi, and called the police, claiming attempted murder, since he was still inebriated. Levi was taken to police headquarters, but his mother quickly came home to find her son gone, and a drunken husband with a bandage on his foot. Assuming the worst, she drove to the police station, and bailed out Levi, explaining. It wasn’t that simple. It took a few hours to get him out. But in the morning when charges were dropped, but those charges were still written on his permanent record.
His mother was furious with him, telling him how he was a screw up already at nineteen, saying how it was his fault Frank died, and how her son with the chance to not be a fuck up had taken that course. He was already in his sophomore year in the linguistics program at SU. His mother said his choice of career was wrong for him. He was horrible with children. He shouldn’t be a teacher. He should be a lawyer like his brother, father, and grandfather. Every time he’d come home to see his younger siblings, his mother would be on his back. Like a hawk. Asking him what was he going to do with his life. This caused Levi to stay away from home for a while. By the time he was into his junior year, he was ready to pull out his hair. She was worse than ever. In the end, he dropped out before he could get his end credits. She was a nagging bitch from hell. This dropping out business made her worse. And then she complained about how he never came home to visit her anymore, her son was abandoning his family. She wondered why too. But finally, after a year or too, he started back up at LU again, not wanting that nagging burden on his back, “why didn’t you finish? A year short? Such disappointment.” Once he graduated, he didn’t really start his work. He’d been planning on maybe working on that book his father suggested a few years back, since he’d studied literal words. But that took effort, and time he didn’t want to waste. So to not starve for the next few years, he picked up a job at a local Starbucks. Oh the glamorous life.
addictions:
No illegal substances. But along with half the world, coffee.
criminal record:
- Domestic disturbance
- Mischief
aspirations:
Levi would love to actually put his education to good use, but he doesn’t have the motivation he needs. He just wants to be happy with life, and not have to hate going to a job he hates for the rest of his life. settling down would be cool, but he knows he’s too ADD for that.
than before,
the family:
George Jones. [54]
-Works at the electric company.
Lacey Jones (maiden name: Ruine) [52]
-Veterinarian
Georgia Raine – 29
Persia Jones – 27
Jeremy Jones – 19 (twin to Zachary)
Zachary Jones – 19 (twin to Jeremy)
Amanda Jones - 13.
Libby Jones - 4 (not actually a sister, but his cousin who lives with them)
Franklynn Jones - died at age two.
pets:
Sugar B - 5
anything else:
deathly afraid of spiders and cliffs. He’s a very huggy person, and isn’t detached easily.
also.
yay for shitty app? : D
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