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| User: | jed_wax (148515) I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world |
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| Name: | jed_wax | |||||||||
| E-mail: | crazydiscodancinganyone@hotmail.co.uk | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Character Information Name: Jed True Name: Jeremy Waxing Gender: Male Age: 25 Birthday: 28th January 1996 Greatest Ambition: To make sure he doesn't mess up his second chance...but have all the fun he wants at the same time. Physical Description: Shoulder length brown hair that is always being scraped back off his face. Soft brown eyes lined with thick lashes. He has strong shoulders and defined arm muscles, he's lean and toned to the best of his ability but still acts like a hopeless teenager. Distinguishing Marks: His eyebrow has a big scar going right through it but that only contributes to his bad boy rocker look. He's never seen without his, stolen, battered biker jacket and rosary tight around his neck. He's got small ciggarette end sized burn marks dotted along his shoulder blades...a souvenier that he can always remember his father by... Sexual Orientation: Straight Single or taken: Single Best friend: He gets on well with all members of the tribe, but doesn't have a best friend. Personality: Never quiet and never without something to say. Jed used to get by in life by keeping shut when people crossed him but knows that this world operates by different rules and he has to do anything in his power to, help those he cares for, survive. He loves affection, he loves human contact and he loves the ladies. His charming smile have gotten him everywhere so far and his 'happy-go-lucky' 'anyone-can-approach-me' attitude have become traits much more useful to the tribe that expected. Jed wears a rosary around his neck and although he is not religious feels that maybe it will bring him luck, he's a very superstitious person and outside of the bedroom believes karma is everything. Personal History: Oliver Waxing grew up with a hard hand and a hard attitude. He was a boxer before he could walk and he could curse before he could talk thanks to his father. He was his mother's own heart attack and she thanked god the day he got married to Lois thinking that finally his temper would calm and he would some day be a respectable man. He was respected, but for all the wrong reasons. Lois Waxing was always in hospital, she was a clumsy thing always banging into doors and tripping down the stairs, the only happy time she ever visited hospital was to give birth to a bouncing baby boy quickly going by the name Jeremy (then sooner by the name Jed). However Lois feared that Jeremy may become subject to his fathers aggression much like she had, she lived everyday for that boy helping him grow healthy and with minimal trips to A&E and up until he was 13 it had worked just fine. Jeremy Waxing was not slow on his feet, in his household you didn't get very far being slow and he was quick to throw a punch in self-defence. School was the only place he ever felt safe. He wasn't quiet or shy as was obvious by the following of friends he had around school and even by the way he had a girl on his arm at all times, but when he was at home it was as if someone had sucked the charisma out of him, he was good to his mother and protected her when the words 'be grateful' were shouted followed by a hefty blow to the cheek. Jed prayed for a day when he could take things into his own hands and said that in two more years he would finally take his father and show him all the pain he had inflicted upon them his whole life. But until two years were up Jeremy stayed quiet struggling at school but thriving socially. He stayed at home and helped out his mother, graduating last in his class and disappointing nobody but himself. From then on he bummed around town picking up odd jobs scraping up enough cash to save for a house for him and his mother and on the eve of his 22nd birthday he finally got to stand up to his old man and get his mother out of that hell hole. He got a black eye and a busted rib for his troubles but that didn’t compare the pain of his mother rejecting his help and continuing to fall victim to his father's brutish ways. Jed didn't consider himself a shady guy; he wasn't popular with authority figures and was on first name basis with most of the cops in and around his hometown but he looked out for those he considered friends and he went out of his way to help his mother when she needed it. But no matter what Jed did or said it always seemed like it wasn't enough and it wasn't until his best friend suggested he take up a job as a delivery boy that things seemed to be looking up. Though the delivery wasn't legit Jed was no stranger to breaking the law and he assured his girlfriend that all was going to be okay, that this was going to change everything. Nervous on the inside but keeping a calm game face Jed looked at the beat up truck and grimaced. He was going over state with this thing and with two thousand dollars worth of coke stuffed into the interior of the seat he was going to place himself on. Nervous didn't cover it. It didn't even cover it as he was threatened with death if anything happened to these, nervous didn't cover it when he was minding his own travelling down the highway and freaking out about the cop care pulling close to him. Nervous didn't cover it when they pulled him over. Petrified covered it when he was barrelled into the back of the cop car. Seventy-two hours in a cell grated on his patience. Seventy-two hours turned to a week, a week turned into a month and a month turned slowly into almost a year. He spent the good part of a year in a cell on his own until word spread about the cities panic over some new drug that was mutating into a virus. Being in prison you were always the last to know anything and it couldn't be guaranteed that once you did find out what was going on you would get the whole story. Jed still didn't have the whole story, as he was being put in an offender transport bus and transferred over to what they called 'temporary holds'. He didn't know what was wrong with the prison he was already in but a change of scenery was always welcome and when 'temporary holds' meant mixing boys with girls Jed thought things were beginning to look up. But they weren't. Jed had been sleeping dreamless nights, each night he was awoken as a scuffle ensued over one thing or another but he was always ushered back to bed and then awoke the next day to find things pretty much back to normal, it wasn't until the scuffle got so big he began to hear cell doors opening all over the place that he even bothered to stay awake long enough to find out what was going on. He saw doors swinging open all over the place and people begging and pleading to be let out, Jed figured any chance to get out was a chance to be taken and he pleaded along with the rest watching as the girl unlocked the door carelessly before taking off to open the next cell. Jed grabbed the very few things he had left in his cell and made out shoving past bigger inmates to get out first not caring to find out why the sudden rebellion was going without a hitch, he almost made it out the corridor but looked back to observe the destruction and saw the scrap commencing down the end of the hall. He was tempted to leave until he made out the face of the girl that freed him and found himself rolling his eyes at his own 'do-good' conscience and running back to help fend off the attacker. Swinging blindly he felt his fist collide with something and before anyone could do anything else he grabbed her. "Thank me later." Was all he said before running back down the way he came with the girl hot in tow. It was weird circumstance to meet new people not to mention help them but they acquired a third member to the group. As the group stuck together and the girl, whom he had come to call Gypsy after deciding that she was a lot better at surviving on her own than he was, took charge he obediently helped as they decided to set up camp in various places before setting up on the river in stolen boats. It was only when they began settling down in their new 'camp' that Jed started to view this close apocalypse as a strange blessing…it was a chance to start a new and be the man he had finally wanted to be. Though some eventually came to see their group (soon called the river runners) as loosely moraled and untrustworthy he deemed the group to be exactly the opposite…after all you can always trust a dishonest person to be dishonest. After the war The death of their old leader Gypsy cut deep with Jed. Devastated that his best friend and saviour was gone, subject to torture by their own bear traps, he's not been the same. Despite his rocky relationship with Gypsys sister Silver Jed finds the familiar comfort of one night affairs more appealing and thus detaches himself from her. He stepped up to become leader of the runners, and will do anything to ensure their survival, though it may not be moral and siding with the wrong people he will not see another of his tribe in turmoil because of him or anyone else. Birth Location: Utah Blood Family: Oliver Waxing [presumed death to be caused by virus] Lois Waxing [presumed death to be caused by virus] What tribe do they belong to if any?: The River Runners How long have they been with that tribe?: Since it's beginning Personal Strengths: River runners are notorious for their very warped perspective on good and bad, though Jed has morals and a conscience he lets his body speak volumes and can flash you a million dollar smile that would guarantee him what he needed. He's a charmer and a dangerous one. Personal Weaknesses: He's cocky, and can sometimes miss important information due to giving himself one too many pats on the back. Personal Skills and Training: He's quick footed as was necessary to survive in his home and he could charm the pants off anyone including the guys. He isn't trained in any specific field but is quite the whiz at engineering. Job that they have in the tribe or whatever they do to keep themselves alive if they’re alone: Leader of the River Runners PB: Taylor Kitsch Plot ties Plot tie 1: Unfinished business regarding sour drugs deal. Plot tie 2: His man whore ways bite him in the butt Plot tie 3: Unexpected loyalty to someone not in his tribe. Plot tie 4: Girlfriend from before he went to prison Your Information Characters Insanejournal Name: Jed-Wax Your Name (Real or Internet): Fi Your Email: crazydiscodancinganyone@hotmail.co.uk Your Messengers(AIM, Yahoo or MSN): Aim – NurseFioona msn- crazydiscodancinganyone@hotmail.co.uk Link to colour photo of PB for the Character page: http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a80/shabnam_09/taylor11.jpg Sample Third Person Post of the Character: Jed grinned as he ran his fingers through his hair, and wiped the sweat off his brow. His chest was coated in another thin film of perspiration and his eyes were closed as he inhaled the new scent of the room. The covers were bunched around his waist and he lay there completely content until he felt a shift next to him. He looked at the small blonde as she moved slowly trying not to make too much noise as she searched the room for her discarded clothes. "Shirts over by the door." He pointed out smiling at his helpfulness and smirking as she blushed and grabbed at the yellow tank top. Jed watched as the petit girl walked round the bed and he looked up to receive a kiss on the lips. In all honesty he had no idea what this girls name was or where she had come from, he was pretty sure she was a drifter and she had been more than happy to join him for drink on the deck, Jed had been having a hard day and this was the kind of thing he would use to relax himself. Though normally this kind of thing was done in order to receive material goods he figured no one would have to know that this one had been without profit…unless you counted half an hour of pleasurable movement profit enough. But he had a feeling nobody but him would find it this way. He waved to her weakly as she opened the door to his room and disappeared and he sighed to himself nodding. Although Jed had no regrets over the activities of last night he was hoping Gypsy had not seen the girl slip out, that was a conversation he was not looking forward to if she was going to give him a verbal bitch slapping like he assumed she would. | |||||||||
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| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
