Post by Jay DeMarcus on Mar 23, 2008 23:49:48 GMT -5
Jay DeMarcus
Your black haired blue eyed dream... he's a bass player too
Basics
Name: Stanley Wayne DeMarcus, Jr.
Nick Name(s): Jay
Age: seventeen
Gender: male
Birth Date: 3/26
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: blue
Weight: 290 lbs
Height: 6'3"
Ethnicity: white
Sexuality: heterosexual
Marital Status: single
Education: last year
Religion: Christian
Insides
Personality:
Jay, he's all about laughter and making others laugh. You've made
his day seeing that he has made yours. A smile is all he needs
but a laugh really gets him goin'.
He can be very wild at times and hard to maintain, like a five
year old hyped up on sugar. Still he knows what he's
doing and would never try to harm someone.
His depressive side can make even the rock hearts cry.
Never does he laugh and barely speaks. It's hard for him to focus on jokes when the side of disaster has overcome. Rarely
is he depressed but when he is the storm clouds come in a
new way. His eyes get gloomy, his child faze goes away and
all he feels is lonely, even if he's in a crowded room.
His serious side... he is good at being serious when he has to
be. Thats a real bonus. Some jokers always take things as
a joke but when it comes to learning things he is serious. The
doesn't mean he wont crack a few jokes along the way but
he is more inclined to listen to those who speak wiser then he does.
Likes:
+ animals
+ band {singing/fans/band mates/playing}
+ food
+ kids
+ trust
Dislikes:
- politics
- cheating {relationships}
- stuck ups
- rain {pounding on head}
- spider {in house}
Hobbies:
~ guitar/piano/drums
~ lyric writing
~ singing
Fears:
~ loss of love
~ divorce
~ dreams
Outsides
Distinguishing Marks:
- black outlined blue eyes
- RF tattoo
- spiked hair
Self Perception:
Jay looks at life as it was a game. Not that he finds everything
fun but you can't give up on winning. If you were to give up
then the game would be too short and no laughs along the way.
He is easy going and loves to have a good time. He lives for laughter and 'chillaxin'. Funny as hell when he's drunk and
in a bar fight.
His way through life is about an easy laugh, if he didn't have
that then he wouldn't be 'Jay'. Some get angry because he always
seems childish when it comes to life. He on the other hand doesn't
see anything wrong with that.
Appearance:
He may look short and stubby but this guy stands tall. Mostly he hovers over woman and even most men but still can find himself on the short side to some guys out there.
His eyes are to die for. They are coated blue and change in
moods. Grey-Dark Navy Blue. The bluer they are the happier he
is. His eyes have a defined black ring so it brings out his eyes
way more then most people.
He is Italian but with a huge sense of American style. He wears
black spiked hair on his head as well as a fancy attire. Always
loving to look like a million dollar man. As all men, he has his lazy dressing junky days.
Past
Family:
MOTHER -- Rain Vertic
FATHER -- Jason DeMarcus
SIBLING(S) -- Kylee DeMarcus/Julia Porter/Moica DeMarcus/Kyle DeMarcus/Ryan DeMarcus
PET(S) -- Abby {Golden Retriever}
OTHER --
History:
Jay Has A Past Not Worth Telling And He Tried To Hide It. Jay Grew Up In Nashville With His Younger Sisters As Well As Helping Around The House While His Father Worked.
One Night When His Age Peeked 17 He Was Walking In An Alley Way Next To A Bar. It Wasn't A Good Idea But He Did It Anyway Not Thinking Of Anything That Could Happen.
He Had Had A Bit To Drink But Wasn't Wasted At All. He Had Just Enough To Where He Mellowed Out. Taking Out His Car Keys He Fiddled With Them Trying To Find The Rite One. That Is When He Heard The Sound Of A Bullet. Being Everyone Else Was In Getting Wasted And The Music Was To Loud To Hear Anything He Walked To The Sound Stupidly And Didn't Call The Police Beforehand.
He Saw A Dead Man And A Gun Laying Next To Him. Jay Took Out His Cell To Finally Call The Cops But As That rode By He Heard Something In The Corner And Turned. It Was The Killer Of The Body. he Picked Up The Gun And Aimed Clicking The Gun He Kept His Aim And Gave Warning. He Couldn't See The Figure. With The Sounds Of The Footsteps Pulling Forth Jay Fired. Out Of The Shadows He Saw A Girls Hand. She Must Have Been 8 Years Old.
In Complete Shock Over What He Had Done He Sat On The Ground Next To The Bodies All Night Until The Police Arrived From A Report Of A Fired Weapon.
The Police Put Him In Prison And Decided To Judge His Time On Court. They Did And He Had 2 Years Since They Found He Wasn't The Main Killer And It Was Marley An Accident. The Concrete Slab Of The Site Of Child That He Murdered Would Never Leave His Mind And When He Went Home His Family That He Had Cared For While Father Was Away Shunned Him. They Told Him They Never Wanted To See Him Again And Would Be Shot If He Came Back. His Father Was Never Lead To Shed A Lie So He Believed Him And Began His Journey On His Own With Nothing But 8 Dollars In His Pocket And Not A Cent To His Name.
He Went To His Girlfriend, Which They had Been Dating Over 2 Years And It Was Following Serious Terms Now. His Girlfriend Didn't Want As Much As One Word And Used $5 Of His For Gas Money To Leave The House And Him. With Nothing He Walked Away And Packed Up Hoping Life Would Change. After Something Like That He Didn't Believe It Could.
He Had Been Left With Their Son, She Didn't Want Anything To Do With Anything That Belonged To Him. He Named His Son Jake.
His Cousin, Gary Found Him And They Made Together A Band Called Rascal Flatts. Joe Don Became Apart Of Them And They Lived Like That Ever Since.
Puppeteer
Name: Jay
Age: sixteen
Experience:
-5'9"
-brown hair
-thin
How'd You Find Us?: You posted an Advertisement on my site and I love NY
Jay/Joe In RF
