Post by Jacob Colter on Dec 17, 2010 15:25:49 GMT -5
JACOB ALEXANDER COLTER
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
( Pitbull mix )
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
( Pitbull mix )
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME jacob alexander colter
* NICK NAMES jake, colt
* AGE 18
* BIRTHDAY April 10
* SEXUALITY he's a gay man who is also pansexual
* FAVORITE THINGS running, jumping, friends, family, guitar, piano, violin, music
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS persecution, racism, judgement, the color pink
* FEARS persecution, being hunted, losing his family, dying
* GOALS starting a pack, learning to cook, making friends outside of his family
* BIGGEST SECRET
-he's a heroine-addict, though he hides it well
- born a skinwalker
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER Cepcia Colter; A no-nonsense kind of woman who rules her home with an iron fist, but never shies from comforting her children when they're upset
* FATHER Robert Colter; An easy-going man who can turn vicious in a flash when it comes to protecting his family
* SIBLINGS
-Elizabeth Colter; Younger sister (10)
-Elena Colter; Younger sister; twin of Elizabeth (10)
-Brendan Colter; Younger brother; youngest of the siblings (2)
* HOMETOWN Queens, New York; The place where it's hard to have company over when the baby thinks it's okay to turn into a puppy while everyone's watching.
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm Jacob Colter! i'm currently 18 years young and living it up in the Eastern Standard timezone. i've been on the scene for long enough, and i'm loving it! you can PM me and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play Sabriel O'vere and Eric Jackson!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
Remember that saying 'be careful what you wish for'? Yeah, Colt is old friends with that saying. He wished for siblings, and he got younger twin sisters, and then eight years later a baby brother. He wished for a way to escape the troubles of his life, and two months later became a heroine addict.
Not that he uses all the time, because he doesn't. Jake uses just enough to take the edge off, and blur the lines, and he's good. He never uses enough to make it noticable, and because of what he is, the track marks never last long anyway.
No one knows a thing.
At least, that's what he'd told himself.
Of course, using in the basement of your house while your mom is doing laundry wasn't exactly the smartest idea. Now he's got eighty pounds of angry pitbull dragging him by his scruff upstairs while he, her mix-breed Pitbull son, lets himself be hauled along. Yeah, there's no getting out of this one.
Cepcia Colter is, to put it mildly, furious. There is screaming, and crying, and demanding to know what the hell Jacob thought he was doing. She and his father stand over him while he hunches down on the cold tile of the kitchen floor, his ears flattened and his tail tucked between his legs. The collar around his throat jangles as he moves slightly.
"Are you angry with us?" she demanded, gesturing wildly as she glared down at him with the gray-brown eyes he got from her. "Is your life not fufilling enough? You have to turn to drugs? Honestly, Jacob, I'm so mad right now that I could just attack you!"
She only called him Jacob when she was well and truly pissed, and the pitbull mix whined placatingly even as he tried harder to become one with the ground.
Throughout it all, Robert Colter stood above his son, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he stared down at the younger skinwalker with an air of silent disappointment. There was sadness and anger in his brown eyes, but it was his silence that well and truly made Jacob feel like groveling.
Not that he uses all the time, because he doesn't. Jake uses just enough to take the edge off, and blur the lines, and he's good. He never uses enough to make it noticable, and because of what he is, the track marks never last long anyway.
No one knows a thing.
At least, that's what he'd told himself.
Of course, using in the basement of your house while your mom is doing laundry wasn't exactly the smartest idea. Now he's got eighty pounds of angry pitbull dragging him by his scruff upstairs while he, her mix-breed Pitbull son, lets himself be hauled along. Yeah, there's no getting out of this one.
Cepcia Colter is, to put it mildly, furious. There is screaming, and crying, and demanding to know what the hell Jacob thought he was doing. She and his father stand over him while he hunches down on the cold tile of the kitchen floor, his ears flattened and his tail tucked between his legs. The collar around his throat jangles as he moves slightly.
"Are you angry with us?" she demanded, gesturing wildly as she glared down at him with the gray-brown eyes he got from her. "Is your life not fufilling enough? You have to turn to drugs? Honestly, Jacob, I'm so mad right now that I could just attack you!"
She only called him Jacob when she was well and truly pissed, and the pitbull mix whined placatingly even as he tried harder to become one with the ground.
Throughout it all, Robert Colter stood above his son, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he stared down at the younger skinwalker with an air of silent disappointment. There was sadness and anger in his brown eyes, but it was his silence that well and truly made Jacob feel like groveling.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
THE CREDITS!
[/font]THE CREDITS!
so SAM BAM?! of CAUTION 2.0! made this application template,
that was inspired by CARLEE BARLEY?! also of CAUTION,
and sam worked really hard on it, so don't take
this off or she'll send her spork army after you! <3
head to face claim