Post by .jason highmore' on Jan 30, 2009 22:05:21 GMT -5
HEY THERE
Jason
SHOW ME SOME MOVES
[/color][/font]Jason
SHOW ME SOME MOVES
When I see your smile,
Tears roll down my face
I can't replace.
[/center]DON'T MAKE THIS ANY HARDER
just stick to the basics
well, hey there ladies and gentlemen, my name is JASON HIGHMORE, but most people just call me JAY. i have FIFTEEN candles on my cake, and i love the FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY because its my day, don't forget my presents! i'm a MALE obviously, and i got some CHEROKEE blood in me, if you hadn't noticed, and i'm STRAIGHT, so bring it on. i'm currently SINGLE though. and guess what? i am so CANNON that you'll never know what hit you! i'm here as a STUDENT obviously, and i'm ready to tear this place down with my bare hands. i'm the best and everyone knows it baby!just stick to the basics
YOU AIN'T SEEN ANYTHING
until you've seen this body
so you want to know what i look like huh? well there's a picture above, but for you blind ones, let me give you the low down. my hair is BLACK and HANGS ON THE TIPS OF MY EARS. then there is my BROWN eyes watching you're every step. i like to think i'm pretty ATHLETIC and i am about SIX feet tall, and we are totally not going into my weight. no way am i telling you strangers that piece of info. i'm usually dressed to the nine's in COMFORTABLE, BUT ATHLETIC CLOTHES. you know the best part though? people say i look a lot like TAYLOR LAUNTER. it's so cool!until you've seen this body
TAKES MORE THAN A MIRROR
to see inside this mind
so now we got the basics out of the way, along with my amazing looks, lets get down to business. its best you know that i like SPORTS, GIRLS, ANIMALS and beware because i hate SNOBS, BRATS, IMMATURITY. i didn't tell you this, but i am real afraid of SNAKES. keep it shut, if i hear anyone knows i'll track you down. and i suppose if i can tell you my fear, i should maybe tell you what i'm aiming for, TO BE THE BEST SPORTS PLAYER. oh, and if you want to know a little secret, well I'M STILL A VIRGIN, and I'VE NEVER KISSED A GIRL but shhhh!to see inside this mind
people tend to say i'm SPORTY AND OUTGOING[LEAST3PARAGRAPHS].
LETS OPEN THE STORYBOOK AT PAGE ONE
are you ready to go down in history
all that aside, let me introduce you to my life. my mother is JANE HIGHMORE and I LOVE HER TO DEATH. then there is my father, CHRISTOPHER HIGHMORE and he and i GET ALONG. then there is NO OTHER. my place of residence is here, obviously, but they are back home in CHICAGO.i have many memories, not all good mind you. my best memory is MAKING IT TO WHERE I AM NOW. my worst memory, which i would really rather forget is MAKING A FOOL OF MYSELF INFRONT OF MY FIRST CRUSH.are you ready to go down in history
so let me give you the basic structure of my life... LIVING IN THE CITY OF CHICAGO, I HAD SOME PRETTY GOOD MEMORIES AND FRIENDS. MY FATHER AND I GOT ALONG ALRIGHT, BUT MY MOTHER, I LOVE HER TO DEATH. SHE'S THE SWEETEST PERSON YOU COULD EVER MEET, AND YOU'LL LOVE HER TOO. MY FATHER, YOU WOULDN'T LIKE TOO MUCH. HE DRINKS, AND SMOKES, WHICH SENT ME OUT OF THE HOUSE IN A HEARTBEAT. I NEVER BROUGHT MY FRIENDS OVER, FOR THE SAKE OF HIS STUPIDITY. BEHIND THAT SMOKEY MASK, I THINK HE COULD BE A PRETTY GOOD MAN.
COBY, MORIA, AND JASPER. MY DEAREST FRIENDS, BUT OF COURSE, THEY WERE LEFT IN CHICAGO, HAVING TO DEAL WITH MY FATHER IN THE SAME TOWN. MOM LEFT HIM, WHICH IS GOOD. THEY NEVER DID GET ALONG TOO WELL. I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS EIGHT. THEY FOUGHT FROM SUN UP, TO SUN DOWN. THE NEIGHBORHOOD GOT USED TO IT, THOUGH, BUT I STILL HAD TO PUT UP WITH THE LAUGHS I GOT FROM GRADE SCHOOL. I'M GLAD TO BE OUT OF THERE, AWAY FROM ALL THOSE BAD MEMORIES. LIKE WHEN I FELL INFRONT OF BETHANY. I WAS PINK UNTIL I WENT TO SLEEP. SHE NEVER LOOKED AT ME AGAIN.
BETHANY, MY FIRST CRUSH. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL WITH BLOND HAIR AND BLUE EYES. SHE WAS THE NICEST GIRL I'D EVER KNOWN. THERE WAS ANOTHER GIRL, EVIE, WHO HAD CRUSHED ON ME SINCE KINDERGARTEN. SHE HAD GLASSES, AND WAS A TOTAL BAND NERD. SHE WORKED ON COMPUTERS ALL DAY, FIXING THEM FOR ANYONE WHO BROKEN THEM. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HER, BUT I HOPE SHE FOUND HERSELF A NICE GEEK TO BE WITH. ALMOST FORGOT, I SMASHED HER GLASSES IN PRESCHOOL.
BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD
the face behind the mask
hey there, i'm the amazing driver of JASON HIGHMORE, and i am pleased to introduce myself as CATIE. i am THIRTEEN years young and THREE have been spent roleplaying. i found this site ON PROBOARDS and i'm loving it so far. and if you wanna see some skills, here they are below.the face behind the mask
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE HERE
It was growing late, and she knew she should start to make her camp for the night, but Isadora Crestfield didn't stop. In fact, she kept on walking, as though the creepy sounds that were being made in the Artemis' Forest were nothing at all to be concerned with. But she knew better then to actually believe that. She knew the things that went bump in the night were something she should be very concerned with. Yes she was a master at weapons, but that didn't mean she couldn't be over powered. She was still young after all, and not as strong as several beasts that were to be found here.
Though Isadora didn't grow up in the Artmis forest, it still felt like home. The out doors was were she was meant to stay, where the elves drew on the earth to live. At least her clan had, she was never sure about the other elven clans being she'd never visited the other clans growing up, or even after her clan was destroyed. She has traveled all over the Nation of the East, practiceing what she knew while searching for the master of rune scribes she was suppose to find. This search hadn't brought her to the forest though. Nothing really brought her there, only her need to get away from the city.
While there are many places she could've gone, none seemed to intrigue her as much at this place had done so. Where else could you run into a beast at any moment. There was a thrill to be had when in the mix of a fight. But fighting wasn't exactly what dared her to enter the forest. She could fight any where, besides she wasn't really one for confrontations. She supposed it was the over all beauty of the forest that had brought Isadora to the forest. It seemed a good enough reason to the young woman.
Though she wasn't in battle, she still wore her armor. She wasn't dumb enough not to wear the armor when she was in hostile land. Located on both her right and left hips where her two swords, both in their shelths so they wouldn't cut her as she walked. Down in her boots, both one on her left and one on her right, were her daggers. Located on her left shoulder, hanging onher backside, was her bow, the arrows were strapped against her back for it to be an easy reach when she would need them.
Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pony, and her bangs swooshed to the side so that they wouldn't get in her way if there was a need to fight. She wore dark clothings. A black bra for her shirt, seeing no need for anything else because the armor hide most of the clevage. Her skirt was mixed with the skirted armor, and was very very short. Her armor was a brassy bronoze type color, and was well worn. Isadora's boots came up to her knees and is only a few inches away from the hems of her skirted armor. They were flats, since battling in anything that lifted her up off the ground was hard to do, even if it did add some height to her measily five feet and five inches.
Though it was probably more fashionable to have pale skin, Isadora's skin was tanned from all the time she spent out doors in the sun, both living and training. She cared nothing for fashion, and could careless what others thought of her. She had no reason to care after all, since she wasn't seeking friends or a husband to fill her life with. She only wanted to hum her skills with weapons, as was in her blood to do so. Isadora knew that the life she wanted to lead was hard, lonely life, but she seemed perfectly fine with it. She didn't know what she would be missing, and didn't seem to care to know at all.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, and when it was almost impossible to see anymore, Isadora finally stopped in a clearing. She quickly gathered together sticks that she would make a fire out of and placed them together before she set out to make the fire. It didn't take her long to get it going. Because she didn't sleep with anything, she stretched on on the ground beside the fire. She used her arms for pillows. She watched the night time sky and listened carefully to the goings and comings near her camp.
She had drifted to sleep when she heard a noise that wasn't her fire crackling, or the bugs chripping. It sounded like foot steps. Isadora stayed completely still as she tried to keep track of where they were coming from and where they were heading.
Though Isadora didn't grow up in the Artmis forest, it still felt like home. The out doors was were she was meant to stay, where the elves drew on the earth to live. At least her clan had, she was never sure about the other elven clans being she'd never visited the other clans growing up, or even after her clan was destroyed. She has traveled all over the Nation of the East, practiceing what she knew while searching for the master of rune scribes she was suppose to find. This search hadn't brought her to the forest though. Nothing really brought her there, only her need to get away from the city.
While there are many places she could've gone, none seemed to intrigue her as much at this place had done so. Where else could you run into a beast at any moment. There was a thrill to be had when in the mix of a fight. But fighting wasn't exactly what dared her to enter the forest. She could fight any where, besides she wasn't really one for confrontations. She supposed it was the over all beauty of the forest that had brought Isadora to the forest. It seemed a good enough reason to the young woman.
Though she wasn't in battle, she still wore her armor. She wasn't dumb enough not to wear the armor when she was in hostile land. Located on both her right and left hips where her two swords, both in their shelths so they wouldn't cut her as she walked. Down in her boots, both one on her left and one on her right, were her daggers. Located on her left shoulder, hanging onher backside, was her bow, the arrows were strapped against her back for it to be an easy reach when she would need them.
Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pony, and her bangs swooshed to the side so that they wouldn't get in her way if there was a need to fight. She wore dark clothings. A black bra for her shirt, seeing no need for anything else because the armor hide most of the clevage. Her skirt was mixed with the skirted armor, and was very very short. Her armor was a brassy bronoze type color, and was well worn. Isadora's boots came up to her knees and is only a few inches away from the hems of her skirted armor. They were flats, since battling in anything that lifted her up off the ground was hard to do, even if it did add some height to her measily five feet and five inches.
Though it was probably more fashionable to have pale skin, Isadora's skin was tanned from all the time she spent out doors in the sun, both living and training. She cared nothing for fashion, and could careless what others thought of her. She had no reason to care after all, since she wasn't seeking friends or a husband to fill her life with. She only wanted to hum her skills with weapons, as was in her blood to do so. Isadora knew that the life she wanted to lead was hard, lonely life, but she seemed perfectly fine with it. She didn't know what she would be missing, and didn't seem to care to know at all.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, and when it was almost impossible to see anymore, Isadora finally stopped in a clearing. She quickly gathered together sticks that she would make a fire out of and placed them together before she set out to make the fire. It didn't take her long to get it going. Because she didn't sleep with anything, she stretched on on the ground beside the fire. She used her arms for pillows. She watched the night time sky and listened carefully to the goings and comings near her camp.
She had drifted to sleep when she heard a noise that wasn't her fire crackling, or the bugs chripping. It sounded like foot steps. Isadora stayed completely still as she tried to keep track of where they were coming from and where they were heading.
this application was made by LISHA LOVELY of CAUTION 2.0 and she spent a lot of time making it pretty for you people. so be nice and no stealing. it's best not to change anything but the colors please, and the minimums were they are. thank you.
