Jagger Arlington Mar 28, 2008 18:16:04 GMT -5
Post by Jagger Arlington on Mar 28, 2008 18:16:04 GMT -5
Jagger Marcus Arlington
"The dead only know one thing; it's better to be alive."
Name: Jagger Marcus Arlington
Nick Name(s): Jag
Birth Date: January 13, 1990
Hair Color: Sable and Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Marital Status: single
Education: A junior in high school, but hardly attends
Religion: Grew up Catholic; does not practice.
Jagger isn’t a very noticeable, vivacious personality. He talks plenty, and is interesting and charming enough, though talking to him, he just doesn’t seem the type of guy to turn out the type of person he is. He’s kind, in a quiet kind of way, and doesn’t seem like a venomous or hurtful person at all. He almost seems gentle, and like they best person to just sit outside with in an absolute comfortable silence. In a friendly way, too, Jagger just has that not shy, but just cool, relaxed and slightly lack luster way of acting. Though there is a reason for this, because even though Jagger isn’t a quiet person, everything he says is usually just the deeply embedded image that he had molded himself into. He doesn’t mean most of the things he says, that is, the things that might have any meaning at all. Half of his opinions aren’t true, they’re just a social playing card. If a person wants to know the real Jagger, then it is best that they sit and have that comfortable silence with him. The real boy behind that mask of not exactly lies, but things that aren’t true, speaks silently, in facial expressions, the look in his eyes, and body language.
When he's all by himself, usually lying in his bed staring at the ceiling a sentence along the lines of 'Sinners go to hell' can make his stomach sink in guilt. Jagger has done bad things in his life, lots of them, and will continue to do bad things. He’ll continue to disappoint his mother, his father, his brother and the rest of society. Just because he does terrible things though, doesn’t mean that he likes it, though. Jagger is a very torn person, and this is where it starts. He hates to hurt people, and he hates to disappoint himself, but because of reasons that don’t pertain to this category, he cant stop himself. Jagger isn’t crazy, he isn’t a head case, things just became a routine, and routines formed in the early years of child hood are just that hard to break. When he got older, the guilt sunk in. Because of that, Jagger doesn’t like to be alone, since when he is his time is spent staring at the wall, getting that hollow, sick feeling in his stomach.
The term 'willing' should be used very lightly, because Jagger only seems to be willing to do things that either hurt him and others or have no effect. He’s always up for almost anything, considering the circumstances are the correct ones. Because of this trait, Jagger became a chronic chain smoker, an alcoholic, he stole money from his mother and ended him up ditching classes and sleeping in alleys behind bars, or in a friend’s bathtub. If anything though, it makes Jagger a good person to take places where you are otherwise unsure and don’t want to go alone to. He likes to be out and about, with people or in large groups of people. It puts him on the lists for parties without being nothing more than acquainted with the host, and is the root of his social life.
This boy didn’t get the way he is by being a mild mannered follower. The wrong crowds that he got picked up by saw something in him, and that was his temper. Generally, Jagger just doesn’t shoot off at people, pissed off and ready to fight. When he does get mad though, he doesn’t get mildly angry or a little peeved, he sees red. When he sees red, it’s best to just get out of the way, because he’s human, and that type of anger doesn’t stop until it’s reached it’s breaking point. During these times, Jagger will raise his fists, use them, shout, throw things, break things, overbearingly swear and all together break down. Once he gets mad, that mild boy just evaporates and is forgotten, and he’ll even hurt people, seriously hurt them. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just something that happens.
If you looked up torn, confused and frustrated in the dictionary, you’d see something in parentheses saying “please refer Jagger Arlington”. Jagger has done things to hurt people and himself, and when it happens, it happens, and that’s all he wants to do. When it’s over though, the problems start, because at heart, Jagger really is a good kid, he just doesn’t know, doesn’t understand. He sure as hell thinks he does, because surely being seventeen is close enough to being a man, but he really doesn’t. He doesn’t know what he thinks, what he feels, and he’s pretty much very uncertain about everything in life. He has an internal struggle within himself between Good and Evil, and he wants to go to the Good side, but the only problem is he doesn’t know which is which. Jagger is liable to crack at any time, at any moment, from anything, and what will occur when that happens is unpredictable.
+ Warm weather
+ Southern Rock
+ Angry British people with bad teeth
+ Johnny Cash
+ His truck
+ Getting drunk
+ Faux hawks
+ Preppy people
- Girly dudes
- Condescending people
- Condescending, loud people
- Cold weather
- Whiny people
- Whiny music
- Being alone
- The dark
While Jagger can skateboard and make people laugh with his crazy good Johnny Cash impression, Jagger is first and foremost a musician. He learned how to play piano from his mother and since can easily play keyboard, bass and guitar, with guitar being his preferred instrument. Given his attractive voice in general conversation, Jagger also isn’t too bad at singing, though isn’t as open about it as he is about playing guitar.
There’s a lot of things Jagger is afraid of, being alone, the dark, dying, being singled out, ODing yet at the same time he likes to make himself scared. He likes to make himself hurt and will push himself into anything that he’s afraid of because he feels he deserves it. Of course he hasn’t talked to his brother since the ‘accident’ and often time wimps out.
Distinguishing Marks: Nothing more than a few scars from being a stupid kid, and one scar from a bullet wound on his right arm, when he happened to be in the middle of a drug bust but managed to get away. It was supposed be a crippling shot from a very smart policeman, but luckily Jagger is one of those few people who are left handed.
Self Perception: Jagger flat out hates himself. If he was surrounded in a house of mirrors, he’d smash his own image with anything nearby. He doesn’t like to look at himself, he hates living in his own skin and having his past and his life. He feels ugly and lowly all the time, like a bug or something equally grotesque. He’d never kill himself or anything alike, since for one he thinks that’s stupid and a sign of weakness, since it just throws all their problems on someone else. And for another, he doesn’t want to go to hell. What Jagger wants more than anything is to be someone different, to be something that he isn’t and probably never will be, making it impossible.
Most people who see Jagger’s face would say he has a very quiet look to his face. Naturally thin and high eyebrows, a well formed, if not slightly long nose and a soft yet masculine jaw and mouth. Of course, their attention is usually drawn over by the piercing in the middle of his lip and on the side, since Jagger just has all kinds of fun with the rings and/or studs he puts there. The only thing really intense about his face is that he has a very attractive shade of green for his corneas, and can turn the gentle look of his face to let people know exactly what he is. He isn’t hiding it, because he’d love it if someone came and smacked him into place, pulled him back into reality. Those grins that pull his cheeks apart, usually passed to a person from over his shoulder, and the sorrowful, guilty malice in his eyes, they say it all, and everything that he is. His face is an open book that is handsome to the right crowd, though it generally tends to be the wrong crowd that is his right crowd. This is a book that’s for sale for free and waiting to be re-written.
Upon seeing Jagger’s hair, you instantly think emo/punk kid, because all those crazy kids that are into those kinds of things these days. Maybe he is just one of those kids who falls into a stereotype and is nothing but a statistic, but that’s getting ahead of ourselves, lets digress. Jagger honestly likes to make his hair look different and interesting. He’s not all up for dying it, since he thinks that the light sable brown mixed with white blonde color that he naturally has is a good color, and he often just likes to have it cut interesting. If he does dye it, it’s usually black and bleach blonde, just because that is just something that works for him. He doesn’t dig any of those funny colors, and really if a girl(or boy, though for the sake of easy reading we'll stick with female) hit on him or anything related, if she had a color in her hair that isn’t a natural hair color, her prospects would be thrown into the trash compactor. Moving off of the momentary tangent again, Jagger usually likes to keep his hair semi long, maybe a good 5-7 inches, and he likes to keep the hair on the top of his head even longer than the rest of his hair, for the purpose of a mohawk. It’s easy to see why people can easily mistake Jagger for one of those self pitying, trend caught emo kids, because if he doesn't jell up his hawk, it hangs in his face and makes him look like he’s trying to fit into their trend. Good jell costs money, jesus.
“Oh your son’s so tall, does he play basketball? I bet he’s so good.” Actually, Jagger’s really not all that tall, and he sucks at basketball. Jagger pretty much sucks at every sport, unless fucking up is a sport. Then all Jagger would need was a reality tv show and he’d be set for life. Anyway, he stands a good even 6’2, which for the generation isn’t all that tall for the average boy (A girl who is 6’2 would be so effin scary). Just to prove that he sucks at sports, Jagger is clumsy as all get out, and is generally nothing more than a mess of long limbs. He walks like a giraffe being tall and lanky as he is, and almost looks like a scarecrow without how thin and gaunt he is. It’s attractive in an interesting way, but it gives Jagger a naturally creepy aesthetic. Any goth kid would kill for his looks. He is naturally very scrawny, and a person can usually tell when he’s trying to quit drinking and injecting, since he gets a little more meat on his bones. It’s also easy to tell when he’s in a rut, since he’ll inject and drink more frequently, which makes him prone to not eating thus making him dangerously thin.
A lot of people would just love to call Jagger scene or emo, but that isn’t how it is. He might come off that way with his faux-hawk and just the way he naturally looks, but that isn’t how he is. If anything, Jagger’s a mixture between a homeless person and a skater. Oh so attractive and you know it. For whatever reason, even in the summer months Jagger always feels cold. For that reason he will bundle himself in coats, hoodies and t-shirts just to keep warm, and is rarely seen without his button up black coat that fits to his thin body well. Another constant in Jagger’s wardrobe is a pair of checkered slip on vans, which you can hardly see the black checks on anymore since they’re so beat up. He’s had them since his freshman year in high school and hasn’t had time or the chance to replace them since.
If anything, Jagger does have a rough and melodic sounding voice with a thick southern accent, and it probably the only honestly attractive thing about him.
MOTHER -- Julianne
FATHER -- Marcus
SIBLING(S) -- Older Brother, Thomas
PET(S) -- None
OTHER -- Aunt, Cecile and Uncle, Marc
August 22, Jagger was born. Four years prior, Jagger’s one and only sibling, Thomas was born, so Jagger came into the family last, though was warmly accepted. If you were to do a police investigation on Jagger, starting from the beginning, you really don’t see him as being the stereotypical bad egg, crime committing boy. He really wouldn’t have been, either, if things had been different. There aren’t any family problems, no abusive parents, no sibling rivalry. Thomas and Jagger were the best of friends, and in the beginning Jagger had the potential to be a five star mommas boy. He always clung to her for dear life, and she was the one who taught him how to play piano, and Jagger cried like a girl when he was five and they took a family trip to Sea World, but his mother couldn’t go. Him and his dad weren’t that bad off, even though his dad and Thomas were more closely allied than Jagger and his dad, they still got along like any father and son should. Thomas and Jagger were the best of friends, too, and before Thomas became concerned that his little brother shadowing him wasn’t cool, he used to protect and teach Jagger all about life. Up until Jagger turned 13, life was good.
At thirteen years old, Jagger, eager to follow in his brother’s respectable footsteps, started to be more independent for himself. His seventeen year old brother was salutatory of his junior year class, a position he had sometimes interchanged with valedictorian throughout his school years, was a star field hockey player, and was also known for being one of the nicest people to come talk to. Jagger was excited to make his mother and father just as proud as they were of Thomas. He didn’t take it as a challenge or hold any bad blood on his brother for it, he was out to make it a family legacy and was damn proud of his brother. Turns out, life isn’t that easy. It wasn’t that Jagger wasn’t as smart as Thomas, he just couldn’t pay attention, because he was thirteen and thought it was a good idea to work on his social life first. When he started failing both math and English, his parents bared down on him, and that was the first time it happened. Thirteen year old Jagger stormed from his parent’s house, feeling like he was being treated like he was stupid, that violent rage boiling inside of him. He just ran, he didn’t know where he was going, just ran. He ended up in a park, one that he’d never been too, and his parents and brother never allowed him in before, and that’s where life began to change.
Until that day, Jagger had never showed that violent streak of his. It must have been the puberty that raised it to the surface, since when Jagger got to the playground, there were other boys there. Some very rough looking boys, years older than him and all having a smoke. One of them, thinking he was hot shit, trashed talked to a very pissed off thirteen year old, and before all the other boys could gang up on him, Jagger landed that boy with a broken arm and a black eye. However, after beating the crap out of him, the other boys seemed to take a liking to Jagger. Hell, he was a thirteen year old boy who have just taken out a boy who was older and bigger than him. Jagger unknowingly didn’t even protest to making new friends. These new friends of his got him into all sort of trouble. They shop lifted, pick pocketed, got into several fist fights with other boys, vandalized private and public property, and various other crimes. Nothing was really anything more than a usual teenage delinquent until they all got older.
Manipulation was a concept Jagger did not understand. Naturally, he started to routinely hang out with his new friends, his parents trusting their son to take care of himself and do the right thing, though Thomas was a bit wary. He had a right to be, seeing as he and Jagger's much older friends went to the same school, and they weren't the nicest boys in town. By the time he was 16, Jagger had assisted to commit grand theft auto, had broken into electronics stores, held a gun up to a gas station clerk and was into some pretty bad situations. At fourteen, Jagger had had his first beer, at 15 he’d had his first cigarette, by 16 he was addicted to both, and not only that, he’d begun to get into crack and more dangerously, heroin. If it weren’t for Thomas desperately trying to save his brother from punishment, his parents would have known much earlier. Jagger didn’t try all that hard to hard any of it, either because he wanted to be found out, or because at that time, he just didn’t care anymore. He’d been stealing money from his own mother just to buy smack, taken his brother’s ID if he ever got carded, and had even gotten his dad’s car totaled from driving it home plastered.
When his mother and father finally found out, the fight was massive, and possibly his worst experience, worst day of his life, worse everything that Jagger knows of. Thomas had tried to calm them all down, his mother nervous beyond belief and his father infuriated. It didn’t help any that he was high, either. Jagger got angry, and Thomas got in the way. Thomas went to the emergency room with a broken cheek bone, a ruptured spleen, and two broken ribs. He bled internally so much in the car he nearly died on the way to the hospital, and was in a coma for a week as his body couldn’t cope with the blood loss. The incident between the two brothers went unreported, and his family said it was an ATV accident. Though Jagger felt horrible about it as soon as he came back to his senses. It was his mother screaming his brother’s name that brought him back, and he’ll never forget the sound of her voice. It was the corner stone of her never trusting him again, and Jagger emotionally losing his mother all but for a few strands of DNA and one word conversations. That night Jagger ran, he didn’t know where he was going, but he had to leave. And he did, he left for six months actually, during which time few people and Jagger knew what he was doing.
When the police finally pulled him off the streets, Jagger and his parents, then cooled down, sat down and talked. They sent him away to catholic school, having enough funds to do so easily, where his uncle lived nearby that he could keep an eye on him. Mostly he was sent there to put distance in between Jagger and his family who he’d hurt so much, not to mention Thomas. However, he was also sent in hopes of straightening him out and in attempts to ‘save’ him from his addictions and from his sinful ways. Being a very religious family and with Jagger being a very religious person, Catholic school was perfect to make him feel the burden of the things he’d done. His parents(Mostly his dad, with input from his grandparents) hadn’t wanted to do something like send him to military school or a disciplinary academy, so this was their next best option in their hopes to change him. Whilst packing his bags, though, Jagger knew it was too late.
( That last bit is subject to change depending on the context I’m rping him in. o.o )
Experience: 6 or so years
How'd You Find Us?: London! <3