[J A C O B]//H.Y.A.T.T||W*I*N*T*E*R*S

[Jake//Hayden]

Name: Jacob Hyatt Winters
Age/Grade: 17/Junior
Character PB: Mikey Way


Dorm or Neighborhood?: Dorm
Extra Curricular Activities:
+Plays Bass
+Sings
+Videography
Personality:
Likes:
singing.
sleeping.
writing.
movies.
music.

Dislikes:
headaches.
cheese.
fishing.
bitches.
bastards.
silence.

Habits:
Talks to much.
Runs his hands through his hair.
Scratches his elbow when he’s nervous
Flaws:
talks too much.
Temper.
Sometimes doesn’t listen.

Jake is an extremely outgoing kid. He's friend with everyone, and he loves to talk and make new friends wherever he goes. He's one of those people that will always make you laugh and feel better when you are feeling down. He's loyal to his friends, and isn't afraid to speak his mind, and can sometimes be a bit of a jack-ass. He has a slight ego, but he usually doesn't flaunt what he has. Usually. He has a hell of a temper, especially if he's downright wasted. He gets into fights often, and usually tricks his way out of them.

History:
Jake was born on a quiet afternoon in a crowded New York City hotel. His mother and father didn't have enough time to get him to the hospital, so he was born in the downtown Hyatt. It was an interesting way to be born, and it earned him his middle name. He grew up in the Bronx, in a nice townhouse, with his mother and father. He was a good little kid, for the most part, but could talk you to death.

His mother and father weren't exactly the best role models. Both sold drugs, and were involved in drug rings, and often didn't come home at night, leaving Jake in the care of his loving nanny, Josefine. He loved her like he should have loved his mother, and she loved him. They spent a lot of time together, and whenever Jake was feeling down, he knew he could come home to his best friend.

He was devastated when Jose died when he was fourteen. No one could console him, and he flew into a depression he didn't come out of for months. Until his parents offered him drugs. He became addicted to crystal meth and speed. It was now that he realized he was Bi. He had boyfriends, girlfriends like crazy. He was addicted to the touch and the drugs, and that feeling of weightlessness he got every time he gave himself a dose. He was a wild child, with out a care in the world, just trying to cover up his pain. It took a street brawl, one broken leg, and getting bailed out of jail with marks on his permanent record to wake him up. He slowly dropped the drugs, going to rehab, and finally became clean.

When he was fifteen, his mother and father were both shot in a drive-by, and Jake knew it was because lately they hadn't been keeping up on payments to their superiors. He felt guilty about it, but he didn't care. Not one bit. With that, he moved in with his cousin, Lucas Christenson, and his family. Luke was his best friend, and when he got attacked, he didn't know what he would do if he lost him, too. But luckily, Luke recovered, with Jake by his side. When they moved to Nova Scotia, Luke was the one that helped him through the transfer the most. He's comfortable now, with where he is, and who he is.

Just recently, he met two people. Chris Roberts and Gabby Tanner. Well, he kind of had a fling with Gabby at Mischief Falls… meaning, he pretty much slept with her about an hour after they first met. He initially thought she was pretty awesome, and isn’t really what he’s going to do about her, because he was definitely attracted, in more than just a physical way. Then, there’s Chris. He met him at the art’s center, and well. They kind of sort of clicked, and Jake knows he likes him, but he isn’t quite sure if Chris likes him back, but he thinks it’s a possibility. But, now he's going out with Gabby, and well. The attraction's still there, and he has no idea what to do.
Current Stats:
+Taken
+Living Life
+Bisexual
+January 13, 1990/ Birthday

Sample RP: Would it be really bad if I refused to do this? Teehee! JUST KIDDING!

That room was driving her crazy. The teen wanted nothing more than to just be rid of the place, but then, where would she go? If she blinked back home, or to any other place for that matter, someone would just notice her, and report her to the authorities. Yes, the country knew her face for a crime she didn't commit. Rebekah felt people staring at her here, eyes accusing, and they didn't even know her, and for all Bekah knew, they were all there for the very same reason. Why should she bother with making friends, when no one bothered to make friends with her?

The whole time she had been in Whitaker, her stomach had been churning with that unsettling feeling her precognition gave her. Rebekah didn't exactly have to wonder why. When she saw people in the hallways, coming from the testing area, looking half-alive, she knew why her senses were going into overload. Her whole body, mind, and soul feared going into that test room, and coming out broken. Well, more broken than she already was, but that was of no matter.

The eighteen-year-old was walking, slowly, through the tiny forest, if you could even call it that. It was quiet, cold, a perfect place to just be alone. Her slender body was clad in dark denim jeans, and a black long-sleeved shirt, but it didn't quite keep the dampening cold from going straight through her. Her long brown hair was pulled back, into a ponytail, as she had woken that night, her body soaked through with sweat, from another breath-stopping nightmare. It wasn't quite insomnia, she believed, because some nights she slept perfectly fine, but when the longing, the feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here , became too overwhelming, she had nightmares of herself, finding her sister's body, over and over again.

Bekah felt her chin tremble a bit. No. She wouldn't cry. Not when she had been holding it together so well, or at least, well for her, since she had gotten to this godforsaken place. She stopped, leaning against a tree trunk, suddenly short of breath. Her face felt cold as the wind gently caressed her cheeks, and she raised a hand, touching her skin, realizing that it was her cheeks were wet with tears. She kneeled down on the ground, thoughts seizing her in rapid-fire Why? Why did she have to die? It shouldn't have been her. She was normal, happy. It should have been me . She put her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she tried to pull it together.

[Mitchel||Trinity]

Accepted.