Jared Morgan.:.Student

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Name: Jared Morgan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Position: Student
Gift: Telekinesis
Gift Specification:

It is basically the ability to life objects, or people, with the mind. As of the moment, he is able to life most objects as long as it is under two hundred fifty pounds. Even that high he can hardly lift. It only comes to about an inch off of the ground, but it gives him a huge headache. Two hundred, he is able to lift it about five feet off of the ground, but gives him a slight headache. One hundred fifty and blow, the boy is easily able to life the object into the air, and have no headache. He can do all of this, but he has no clue how he does it. The boy doesn’t know what is happening, and has no clue how to controll any of his powers.

Awareness: Aware
Personality:

Basics:

The boy mainly walks around with an emotionless face, antisocial some may say at first glance. Yet in reality, the boy is a fun loving generally nice guy that tends to have a bad habit of carving a cross into his left shoulder. The cross is his little way of keeping himself at least thinking he is slightly sane. If you catch his attention, he will give you the most emotion he can with his eyes, and will attempt to be generally nice. Sometimes his word choice isn’t exactly highly intelligent, but he does what he can. If he boy likes you, there are one of two options, depending on what he thinks your personality is. 1: he will come right out and tell you as it is. 2: He will shy back, and try to keep it a secret, in which he is very bad at keeping his own, yet somehow not others.

Hobbies
***Free running
***Swimming
***Drawing
***Singing

Loves
***Chocolate!!! Who doesn’t?
***Monster energy drinks
***Mountain Dew
***Girls
***Black
***Sharp objects
***Running
***Night time
***Music

Likes
***Water
***Pop
***Candy
***Lifting weights
***Guns
***Meeting people

Dislikes
***Food, He just doesn’t like to eat anything other than sweets
***High authority
***Daytime

Hates
***People whom ignore him
***Fighting
***Being away from people
***People who are full of themselves

Appearance:

Heritage:

Purely British blood here! The accent comes with. ;D

Da hair:

The boy has silky dark brown hair that falls down on each side of his face, and over the boy’s right eye. It may look long in the front, but in the back it is shaggy with layers. The boy has occasional blond locks thorough his head, usually starting the bleached hairs under the top layer of dark brown. The brown is matched to his eyebrows, which are mainly covered by his thick locks.

Da eyes:

His eyes are a light blue almond shape, and usually carry no expression. When they do actually have any expression, it is showed clearly. When the boy wants to, they can give the exact expression he portrays. The light blue iris is distinctively surrounded by a thin dark blue outline, defining the white from blue. His eyelashes, well they match his hair, and are nice and full.

Le skin & Body

His skin is a nice smooth light tan, that is carried nicely thorough his toned body, which stands to be about six foot one inch. It nicely tucks into each and every curve. The boy does have a nice toned muscles, a nice six pack, but a single scar on his upper arm. The scar is in the shape of a cross, perfectly vertical to his arm. It looks to be fresh, and from a pocket knife. The wound is deep enough to have a few stitches, but it is just simply left there, with the skin all around it just as the rest of his skin, all from his cleaning it out all of the time.

Outfit

Legs and feet: The boy always wears dark blue jeans, or cargo jeans, to cover his legs. He personally hates showing his legs. So he always keep them covered, except for the occasional dark blue basket ball shorts. In some of his jeans, the knees have a hole in them. He just really doesn’t care about weather there is a hole in them or not. He never wears a belt, so he has made a habit of leaving his hands in his pockets to hold them up, or just pulling them up when needed to. Each and every pair of his jeans are long enough to go over his black shoes, they are simply black, no other color, and the laces are tied loosely. The boy genrally wears short socks, the long ones just annoy him and put the boy in a bad mood.

Torso and arms:

The boy’s torso is always covered. Weather the shirt be black, white, or even pink. Well, he only has one pink shirt that says only real men wear pink, but that is beside the point. He has many shirts, but mainly the color choice is black or grey. He loves his black jacket with a design made of simple thread to outline a dragon and some smoke leading up the side of his hood. He does have many other jackets, such as a white one with a blue design on the front, a lime green checkers one, and a second black one with a skull on the front.

History:

~*~October 31st~*~

“Miss and Mister Morgan, you are parents.” A young woman said while holding a young baby boy, brunette hair in her arms. He squirmed slightly, letting out a low cry, lower than that in which it is supposed to be. The boy’s hands, so small. Not even large enough to wrap around the nurse’s nimble fingers. This was due to the boy being a month early, he was so small. The boy weighed in at about five pounds, and was expected to die in the process of birth. Instead, he came through, healthy, and strong. After lightly cleaning of his delicate skin, the small woman in white gently handed the baby boy to his mother.
The woman’s caring view locked onto her baby as the boy was set into her arms. Carressing him, the woman’s husband pulled over a light hospital chair, making a small squeak on the ground. He sat down, and looked to the boy. His gaze, not so caring. It was as if he hated the boy, already. “What’s wrong honey? Do you see something wrong with him?” the man looked up, and quickly smiled, whiping the pure hate from his eyes. “No no no. He is perfect.” The man looked to the boy, and rested his finger on his new son’s chest. “there is nothing wrong with him… I just have a few things on my mind.”
The baby let his fingers wrap around the man’s finger with a small smile. The man stared to the boy again, and his wife spoke. “Oh… Okay.” Touching her husband’s face, she offered a small smile, and tilted her head to the left. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Touching her hand, the man stood up, and smiled. “I know. I will tell you later. See you at home.” “Oh… Okay. Goodbye.” With a smile, the man left. Staring down to her son, the woman let him hold her finger, and softly spoke. ‘I will name you… Jared. Jared Morgan, that sounds good.”

~*~Five years later~*~

The young boy ran from his room, his feet hardly even touching the ground as a smile enlightened his face. “Daddy daddy!” The little boy yelled while staring from side to side. Then, he heard yelling. It was his parents, fighting again. The boy let his hands rest on the door stop, and stared around the corner. His shaggy dark brown hair, lightly lifting from his head. “Mommy? Daddy?” The boy asked while taking a step out, his light blue eyes staring to his father. A suitcase, his jacket, he couldn’t imagine what was happening. Why did his parents always fight? Was it his fault? Only they could know.
The man looked to his son, eyes swelling with tears. He quickly dropped the bag, and picked up the boy. “Jared, I need you to listen okay?” the boy looked to his father, and paused. The boy let himself nod his head as he stared to his father. Daddy never cries. Why is he crying now? The boy thought to himself while pausing. “Okay Daddy.” The man looked down, bit his bottom lip, and bounced the boy. “You need to stay strong okay? You are the man of the house now. Just be careful, and take care of your mother okay?” “But daddy, you are supposed to do that silly!” The man shook his head, and hugged his son. “No, I am leaving son. I need to leave, this may be the last time you see me.”
Jared stared forward to his father, and shook his head. He fell silent, and just stared, now struggling not to cry. The man set him down, and grabbed his suitcase. Jared could only watch, he had no say in what to do now. Watching as his father stepped away from his mother, and opened the door, he paused, and looked back. “I love you my son.” “I love you to Daddy.” And the man was gone. Watching as his father left, the boy got up, and looked out the window. Every movement of his father’s was watched as he left… It is something he will never forget.

~*~ Three years later ~*~

Slamming the door behind him, the eight year old boy threw down his backpack, and walked into the kitchen. “Hey mom,” The boy’s young British voice sounded. “I’m home.” He pulled himself onto one of the chairs, and set his head down on the kitchen table. Letting his eyes close, the boy sighed. He was about as tired as they get. Running all day from the other boys that hated him, he was just sick of it. His mother walked into the room, and smiled. “Welcome home honey, how was your day?” She asked while setting down next to him.
“They all hate me.” The boy said while opening his eyes, and looking up to his mother. “No they don’t honey.” The woman went to put her hand on his shoulder, but was stopped. Not by any object, but she couldn’t move her hand any closer to the boy. Then, she noticed the boy was looking at her hand. “Don’t touch me.” He said while looking down, her hand then released from the unseen force. She just stared to her son, and stood up. “Okay honey. Just okay, you can think about if you want to tell me later or not.” Glaring to his mother as she left the room, the boy sighed, and looked off to the side.

~*~ Nine years later ~*~

Letting a bounce in his step as the boy walked into his house from high school, Jared looked around. “Hey mom! I’m home!” He hollered, his voice staying British. The boy’s ageing mother stepped out from the living room, and smiled. “Welcome home my little angel.” She said while washing one of the dishes that she had just freshly pulled out of one of the moving boxes. “I am still not used o this, America feels different from Great Britain.” He said as a few of the boxes began to raise up. His mother looked around cautiously, and he paused. Letting the boxes lower, he shook his head, and pulled his books closer to him. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
Running his fingers through his thick shaggy hair, the boy walked into his room. Staring into the mirror, he stared to his newly bleached hair, and the into his own eyes. “What is wrong with me? Am I crazy?” He whispered to himself while shaking his head. Quickly stepping up the hard wood stairs, the boy turned a few corners, and wandered into his room. Pulling a knife from his pocket, the boy shook his head, and shook his head. “I’m not crazy. There is no way I am crazy.” He said while sitting on his bed, and pulling off his shirt. Looking at the scar in his arm, the boy let the edge of the blade touch it, and gulped.
Gently pressing the blade into his flesh, he traced the cross on his arm. Squinting and closing his pocket knife, he slid it into his pocket, and pressed his palm against it. Pulling out some disinfections from under his bead, the boy tied a string around the top of his arm, cutting off circulation. Cleaning out the wound, he dabbed a cloth over the cut, and began to await the clotting to begin.
Then, his worst nightmare happened. His mother opened the door, just to talk to him, and saw the cloth soaking up the blood. “Mom it’s not what you think.” he said while staring to her, like a deer in the headlights. The boy’s mother ran over to him, and just stared down to his arm. “Jared! What are you doing to yourself!?” The boy shook his head while staring to his mother. “I’m not crazy mom… I’m not! I swear!” The woman shook her head, and stood up. “You need help… YOU NEED HELP!” She began to yell while running out of the room.

RP Example:

The boy’s gaze held the school’s appearance as he approached. It was so far out from civilization, but why? While sliding his hands into his pockets, and following some of the other people into the school, he paused. There were actually quite a few people. Was it just him, or did they look normal? With a small shake of the head, the boy let his lips part, sending a long sigh into the air. The boy was sure to look everywhere, keep his surrounding in mind, only so he would know exactly where to go if he needed to.

Holding his bag over his shoulder, the pulled his hand out of his pocket, and brushed the hair out from in front of his left eye, and in front of the right. Some golden blond locks fell through his thick brown silk like bangs. The boy’s blue eyes stared forward, watching over the shoulders of people in front of him. With a small shrug, the boy wandered off to the left, leaving his group. It got boring, nobody talked, so he was out of there.

Sliding some head phones into his ears, the boy sighed, and slid his hand back into his pocket. Now off to look around the campus. They were in the middle of nowhere, wasn’t like he could run away very effectively. His music was most likely able to be heard from feet away. Careless whisper, By Seether. One of the boy’s favorite songs. With a small bounce in his step, the boy walked forward to a school wall. It had been about a week ever since he was able to free run. Why not now. Dropping his suit case, the boy cracked his fingers, looked up.

Taking a few small hops up and down, the boy took a running start, and ran up the wall quite a ways, using his fingertips to help him up on all of the grooves that he could find. Kicking off of the wall, he pushed himself backwards, and was caught in mid air by his jacket. He cautiously looked around, and attempted to et down. Sighing, the boy pulled down the zipper of his jacket, and dropped to the ground. Standing back up, the boy looked up, pulled down his black shirt, decorated with a skull on the front.

The jacket was levitating in the air. He just stared at it, completely freaked out. Pausing, and looking down to the building, he sighed, and shook his head. ”And that’s my favorite jacket to.” the boy turned around, and went to walk when the jacket fell down onto the boy’s head, blocking his vision. Sliding the jacket off of his head, the boy slightly smiled, shook his head, and let his face return to it’s emotionless state. A quick flip of the jacket around his shoulders, and he pulled the sleeves on again, and rolled his shoulders again. Letting his pace increase, the boy grabbed his suitcase again, and swung it over his shoulder. Running off to rejoin the group, Jared sprinted into the room, and stood behind them, as if he were there the whole time. Quickly turning off his I-pod, the boy slid his hand into his pocket, and stared off to the woman in the front of the ground, whom was speaking to all of them.

Image URL: www.emo-styles.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/emo-boys-hair-330x440.jpg
Relationships:

Mother: Alice Morgan
Father: James Morgan

Other:

Strengths:
***Has a High endurance
***Is very flexible
***Intelligent
***His free running
***Can see nicely at night time

Weaknesses:
***Has some lung problems
***Blames himself a lot
***Doesn’t like to fight, and will try to talk his way out of it before fighting back
***Hard for him to see during the day

((Sorry for the bad bio! I will do better on the posting, you know, better paragraphs. ^^; I am just kind of distracted by the show my sister is watching right now.))

[Saiph]

Free running! <3<3

English boy says Mom? That's a new one to me.

And dude, that's a great bio. I wouldn't worry about those paragraphs

[.Kanari.]

Accepted