Post by jonah travis layne on Mar 30, 2009 17:10:22 GMT -5
JONAH TRAVIS LAYNE
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NAME jonah, that’s pretty much it.
he hates the nickname joe, so, don’t.
AGE twenty
GENDER male
SEXUALITY bisexual
ON TOUR WITH hollywood whores
AS THEIR drummer
LIKES cereal, apples, weed, cigarettes, drumming, sleeping, cartoons, water balloons, bob marley, thunder storms, blondes, his glasses, skinny jeans, plaid, pajama pants, down comforters, oddities, eccentricities, video games, comic books, movies, movie theaters, people with alternate vocabularies, slang, science, history, reading, drawing on the margins in notebooks, writing notes to people in library books, weed, day dreaming, being driven around, long drives (tours are just heaven in a bus for him), cuddling, swearing, being odd, friends, optimists -sometimes, little kids, old records, jack daniels, summer, autumn, deep thinking, brunettes, hippies, opinions, challenges, being lame, myspace, twitter, aim, his sidekick, his pet skunk ganja, the sound of traffic, canada, weed
DISLIKES coffee, strict religions, clowns, needles, drunks, old people, narrow mind, extreme weather, waking up, dreams being interrupted, being tired to the point of passing out in random places, insomnia, worrying, watching any television other than cartoons, selfishness, self absorbency, hearing repetitive and mindless news about other peoples lives when he really doesn’t give a shit, being bothered when he’s clearly annoyed, frizzy hair, fake tans (people should not be orange), butterfly tattoos, golf, disney pop, running, growling stomachs, too loose jeans, fat people in tight clothing, burps, elitists
FEARS needles, being bitten by just about any animal -but dogs especially, loosing control, being completely hated by someone he cares about
STRENGTHS friendly, personable, sweet, caring, genuine, very good listener, and always has weed if you need it
WEAKNESSES nervous, self-conscious, pessimistic, distrusting, guarded, sarcastic, and can never seem to say the right thing. ever.
GOALS to find a reason to believe in something, to meet someone he won’t get sick of that won’t make him feel codependent and like shit constantly
SECRETS has, on multiple occasions, simply wanted to sleep and never wake up, but won’t admit to ever being suicidal. tends to hate most people, but, for the fear of being alone, will never say half the things he wants to about them. hates slutiness, because that’s all he grew up around, he won’t sleep with someone unless he’s in a legitimate relationship with them -he thinks its disgusting, and for some reason, unbeknownst to him, he really, really wants a kid.
PERSONALITY
He is a complete culmination of everything he’s come to hate in people. This is said, in complete honesty, and complete contradiction, because a small part of him loves himself and the person he’s becoming. The rest simply misses what he was.
It bothers him that he can never seem to get a conversation over with without multiple sarcastic remarks or wise ass comments. He doesn’t mean it in a rude way, and constantly worries that he comes off as a complete asshole to people who don’t know him, or don’t get his sense of humor. He grew up being used to other verbally tearing each other apart, so it’s sort of a permanent defense mechanism by now, and even the smallest things can make him feel the need to protect himself, even if only with small remarks. It also comes in handy when he isn’t quite sure what to say and doesn’t want to make an idiot of himself. Since he feels he’s constantly being judged by those around him, it’s been embedded into his brain that being a wiseass will spare him from humiliation. The only problem is that he can’t stand himself most of the time, so when he’s quiet, he’s just trying to keep his mouth shut and make a decent impression.
Despite looking like a sweet, timid boy, Jonah can have quite an attitude, though it is rare. He isn’t patient, in the slightest, so even taking a minute more than necessary will have him bouncing on his heels or pacing around anxiously. He was taught that tardiness was rude, and his family was always impatient with him, having been an awkward and clumsy child and teenager, so it simply rubbed off on him. It can be slightly hypocritical of him at times, however, seeing as he has a bad habit of sleeping late due to never being able to fall asleep at a decent hour. He’ll get snappy if someone rushes him, and easily annoyed until he calms down. It’s times like those that it especially sucks that Jonah is a procrastinator. He’s almost notorious for putting things off till the last minute, and stressing out if he has a deadline for something. It’s times like these when the blonde boy should not be crossed. He’ll become anti-social in attempts not to distract himself, and usually ends up with a pretty good end product, so his habit hasn’t changed.
When he isn’t stressed out, or tired, Jonah can be the sweetest kid you’ll ever meet, really. He’s not cynical, at least not out loud, and isn’t a self-absorbed prick. He listens when people talk, and pays attention, and much prefers listening over speaking -provided whomever he’s talking with has something relevant to say. He’s selfless, and constantly puts the needs of other before himself, and will admit only to himself that it stems from a buried desire to be praised and wanted around. He’s quite easy to get along with, should he be given a chance and his sometimes dark humor and awkward words are embraced. If he comes off like an asshole, he feels bad about it, and will usually try to get said person to forgive him, though it’s not by apology; he has a bad habit of overlooking everything and sweeping things under the metaphorical rug. Even when he doesn’t want to be around people, if they want him there, he will be, big, fake smile and all.
Jonah loves affection, plain and simple. Growing up, as soon as he could get out of his house, he would, and soon enough found that it was much easier to fall asleep with a warm body beside his own. He feels odd when saying goodbye to someone and not knowing if he can hug them or not, if it’s too soon and awkward, and he feels quite lonely when he can’t. Almost like a sinking feeling of rejection, no matter what the circumstances. Although you won’t see him making out with random people in bars, he is the kid who you will see kissing almost everyone who greets him brightly and familiarly with a light kiss. He’s a loving kid, and that side was repressed for a long time, so he feels now that he can get away with it, he’ll exercise that freedom often.
Finally, one of the most obvious personality traits to anyone that knows or sees him, is that Jonah is an oddball. It’s not everyday that a guy decides on a pet skunk, let alone naming it after weed. He’s usually up for anything, a lot of the time it helps his inhibitions that he smokes, constantly. He’s always riding a scooter around venues and just exploring, seeing who he can meet and help out. He’s curious, and loves sitting around, listening to people tell stories, which on tour is great, because people always have interesting stories. He still reads kids books, and wanders around with his nose buried in a book, or burning his retinas by staring mindlessly at video games. He can be quite a sight to behold at times.
PARENTS joseph aaron layne & jennifer lianne baruchel
SIBLINGS noah alexander layne, 23 & saskia raelynn layne, 19
HOMETOWN ottawa, ontario, canada, to venice beach, california, to honolulu, hawaii
OTHER FIGURES madison olivia layne, step mother
HISTORY Stability has never, and more than likely will never, be a prominent factor in Jonah Layne’s life. He grew up with a Jewish father, and a nihilistic mother, who constantly butted heads on how their children should be raised. Joseph made a living owning a funeral home, and despite his religion, offered any ceremony requested. Jennifer aided in this job, working as a mortician. To say the least, it was unconventional, and for the first ten years of his life, Jonah lived next door to a building where the dead were honored and let go. It creeped him out. He didn’t get along very well with his older brother, Noah, most of the time. Despite the brotherly bond that should have been there, both would vouch for the fact that they were simply too different to ever have that kind of connection. Noah liked hockey, and playing with toy guns and GI Joe’s, while Jonah preferred reading comic books, and occasionally any others he could get his hands on. He was much more like his mother, and developed a sarcastic tongue from a young age.
When he was ten, the fighting had finally reached his breaking point, and Joe and Jen decided it was much healthier simply to get a divorce. Which would have been what they did, if they had ever gotten married, but Jennifer was too much of an anti-religious bitch to budge on that subject, so she took Noah, Jonah, and Saskia, and moved to the United States and stayed with her mother in Venice Beach, California. From day one, Jonah loathed that place. He didn’t like how everyone pranced around half naked. He didn’t like how it seemed like it would never be cold. He didn’t like that his mother didn’t care at all that she had just uprooted her children selfishly, taking him from his father, and his country. Jonah was a very opinionated ten year old; it was because of this that the distance from his family started.
He was thirteen when Noah started high school. Same as it as always been, there was no looking up to his older brother. He had become a tanned muscle head who belittle Jonah constantly, and found enjoyment in breaking and hiding his drumsticks. He and Saskia got along well enough, she would sing along to any random drumming, should they be bored enough, and they were hang out at the board walk together; he was even the one who taught her to skateboard. However, it was none of these events that made Jonah’s thirteenth year a truly memorable one, as it should have been. For Jonah, instead of the Jewish rite of passage he probably would have received up in Canada, in Venice Beach, he smoked his first blunt. It was still a damn passage.
Freshman and sophomore year were spent in a pot induced haze. His schedule was pretty repetitious, including wake up, smoking, going to school, smoking, going to a band practice, or skateboarding, or just wandering around with friends, maybe smoking a bit more, than going home in the early hours of the morning, falling asleep, and repeating the process. It was better than getting shoved around by his older brother, or completely ignored by his mother (aside from the rare occasion they would hit the bong together, as the beach turned her into some uber hippie, apparently). He just barely got through those two years, and from what he could remember, there were constant visits by the department of social services, which they barely managed to get by. The kids pretty much fended for themselves, and then, for the first time in six years, they heard from their father. He called, to tell them he was getting married, and no matter what Jennifer said, he wanted, or as he put it, needed, his kids to be there. Jonah was too high to really give a fuck about much, but Noah refused, and swore up a storm. Saskia was elated, and besides, what girl would pass up a free trip to Hawaii.
The ceremony was held in Honolulu, Hawaii, and that was where Jonah and Saskia first met Madison. She was sweet, and loving, with big black hair and a bright smile. She and Sas hit it off right away, where as Jonah was more indifferent. He spent the wedding and the reception, smoking in the back with some locals he had met in the city, and was too baked to argue when his father, Maddie, and Saskia decided to inform him that they wouldn’t be returning to Venice Beach. He didn’t really care, as long as his drum set and stuff would be sent. They were, and Jonah finished out his high school career in Hawaii. It was a bit odd to see, a tall, thin, pale, blonde Canadian, running around Honolulu like he had been there his whole life. Of course, he was constantly getting shit from long time locals, but being a chill kid, he made friends easily. He cut back, just a little bit on the smoking, and excelled in school, and joined a few local bands. He was selling weed and saving up for his own place after high school when Hollywood Whores really got serious. The name always amused him.
He had been working as a local drug dealer, and server for the local court, living with three roommates when things with the band really blew up. Ever since their first tour, Jonah fell in love with that life, and being able to play music, smoke, and travel made him realize it was definitely what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He got to do what he loved all day with his skunk and his best friends, there was definitely nothing wrong with that.
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AGE fifteen
EXPERIENCE five-six years
OTHER CHARACTERS none
THE MAGIC WORD -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE
i'm such an animal, and baby honestly
these teeth won't let you go
For some reason, the few second in which he had been standing in front of her and she hadn’t acknowledged him, well that made Roman really fucking nervous. He knew that she knew it was him before he said anything, but she didn’t look up, didn’t say hi, didn’t give him a smile. Her sun had been blocked and she didn’t even bother to look at him. This was just one of the many reasons Roman couldn’t stay away from her, just little things that she did, that he really had no idea if they were on purpose or not. For some reason, her not jumping up and being all “Oh my god, Roman!” only made him want to work more to get and hold her attention. As he knelt down, she exhaled a cloud of smoke, and her whole aura of being so nonchalant and casual with him being there was driving him insane. In the good way. It was spiking his curiosity and making him genuinely wonder if she gave a fuck that they had gone from texting every five minutes and hanging out all day, to not talking for a few days -on his account, of course, because he truly worried she was sick of the mere thought of him by now and he was just being way too obvious. Yes, he really did worry about things like that, especially with Delia. Roman figured, if he got bored with people quickly (although that definitely hadn’t happened with Odelia, and he honestly hoped it never would) that it could work the other way around, and he didn’t want Delia secretly hating him or something. That would really, really suck.
His eyes had found their way to his arms, trying to avoid from staring at her, which, when she was laying there in tight leather pants and only a bikini top was very difficult to do. Looking at the tattoos on his arm, it really did surprise him how long they’d known each other. She had been there through a lot of shit in his life, and even if she didn’t know it, just by being there she made a very big impact on him. Especially through the tattooing, which is how they first met. It was kind of odd, to him, how even though she knew so much about him, and how he acted and what he’d done, she still hung around with him. It always surprised him that anyone could put up with him, but with Delia there was always some underlying…something, between them, and despite the many fights they’ve gotten into, she was still around. Now, Max just felt like he needed to step it up a bit, and not fuck around. They were both on tour after all, maybe karma likes him at this point.
Hearing her say something, Roman looked up, and immediately, a feeling of defensiveness came over him. His eyes moved straight to her wrist, and for a second, they narrowed, glancing over at everyone else who was skateboarding. He looked back at her as she propped herself up, and now he could finally see her face directly. He only let his yellow-hazel eyes meet hers for a few seconds before glancing at her wrist again. He knew she hated any kind of paramedics, so the fact that she was actually listening to them had him a bit nervous. Are you alright? I mean, a few hours must suck for you. Is it really that bad? he asked, trying to keep his tone purely curious, not sounding overly worried, or slightly pissed off, which he was. It didn’t really matter to him that he hadn’t seen it, or didn’t know every detail of the story, but the fact that he was now equating her calling Osiris people idiot and saying they had hit her and her wrist was hurt made him want to know who the fuck it was and beat them until they could never walk right again. Who the fuck did it? Okay, so maybe thinking about it even more wasn’t the smartest thing, because for a second, his sense of rationality disconnected from everything, and his lovely temper presented itself, and he couldn’t stop himself from actually wanting to act on impulse. The only thing stopping him was that…he had no idea who to go murder, so he, couldn’t. How depressing.
Now a bit more wound up, Roman let himself fall back onto his butt, sitting across from her in the grass, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee. Every so often, his eyes would move back over towards where all the other skaters were, then back to Delia and her board, sitting there. If that had been him, he would’ve been pissed, but she was so calm, it amazed him. Reaching over, he pulled the cigarette from between her lips, taking a drag himself. These are bad for you. he stated simply, as if justifying his actions, before letting a cloud of smoke roll out from his lips. He gave her a sideways look with a small smirk at her comment and rolled his eyes. We already played, actually. he informed her, a small hint of arrogance in his voice. Playful arrogance, of course. You missed it. he added, glancing at her for only a second after that one before taking the cigarette from between his lips and inspecting it before taking another, longer drag. Maybe he hadn’t exactly wanted to bring that fact up, but maybe it did. Maybe he wanted her to point out that he hadn’t harassed her into watching from the side of the stage, but maybe he didn’t. Maksim never knew what he wanted, and Delia always surprised him. Maybe that’s why he wanted Delia so bad.
TAGGED deliaaa, obviously C:
WORD COUNT 964
LYRICS she makes dirty words sound pretty - dance gavin dance / pierce the veil
MUSIC can't do it alone - 3oh!3
SIDENOTES this is shorter, but i like it better? she makes roman all asdfghjkl C: <3
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