Post by chase michael jackson on Mar 25, 2013 6:15:59 GMT
Chase Michael Jackson
Hey, my name is... Chase Michael Jackson
But most call me... Chay
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual (but mostly homosexual)
I've been on this earth for... 17 years
Which means I was born... February 14th (yes I know, Valentines day sucks)
I'm a... student
And only a... 4th year
I have power over...soul
My eyes are... blue
And my hair is... brown
One could say... I'm a little pudgy, but I don't mind. I have a baby face, sort of and sometimes I don't even like how I look, so how can I expect others to? I also have way more scars than any human being should have.
I'm normally seen wearing... clothing style
And I supposedly look like... Spencer James Smith (younger pics)
All round, I'm... a bit on the shy side for the most part. I don't really like talking to people unless I know them really well because I'm afraid people will end up hurting me. I guess... I'm shy in that aspect but if you ask me to go out and play my drums in front of someone, then I wouldn't object in the slightest. That's just who I am. I'm also probably one of the kindest people you'll ever meet. I know what it's like to be on the receiving end of the hate, and I wouldn't want anyone to endure it. If I see someone in pain, I'll more than likely stop to try to help them. I can't stand feeling other's emotions and pain... that's just who I am.
I'm very timid. Because of what my father did to me when I was younger, I have a hard time letting people in to feel my emotions, even when I can feel their own. I just get nervous around people if I don't know what kind of person they are. Once I got a bit more control of the emotions around me, I feel less scared. At least because I can feel the people's emotions and therefore feel if they're dangerous or not.
I'm in love with... drumming, animals, reading, music, and flowers
Though I detest... alcohol, mean people, being surrounded by a lot of people, being the center of attention, and meeting new people.
But my best assets are... drumming, emotions
However my worst... my past, my father
And I dream of... open up and relax a little bit
My life story... I wasn't brought up in a house hold that was anywhere acceptable for a young child. My father drank way too much and my mother wasn't strong enough to stop him. When I was really young, all I had to deal with was my father yelling when I did something bad or wrong or didn't listen. It changed when I was about 7 or 8 years old. I can't really remember what age because I do my best to block out the unhappy memories that cloud my vision when I think of my father. Life wasn't pretty in my house.
I don't know if it was because my dad had some kind of morals and wouldn't hit a really young child, or if he just started to drink more when he got older, but he eventually started abusing my mother and I. I couldn't stop him. I didn't know why I was being hit half the time and just tried to stay out of his way. It didn't work. He would go out of his way to purposely find me when I hid from him.
I started to think it was my fault. I began to question if the reason my dad abused me was because I was worthless and no good. I hated him... but I almost hated myself more. I started cutting when I was about 11 years old. I had read things about teenagers doing it to relieve the pain and thought I would give it a try. It was a mistake... but I won't take it back. Sure... I have scars all along my wrists and some on my legs because of what I did... but I also have scars on my chest from when my father would throw me into something or hit me with something. I even have a scar along my jaw line from a ring he was wearing when he backhanded me because I had forgot to wash a fork that had fallen to the ground and I hadn't seen.
I didn't even know I was a faery before I started feeling it. Eventually, as I grew older, I could feel my fathers emotions. I could feel when he would start to get hostile and want to hit me. I told my mom that I could feel it... and she explained it all. She had hidden her powers from my father. Too afriad to come out and admit to him what she could do. She was a water faery.
One day... my father went too far. I probably would have died if my mother hadn't stepped in and taken the blow. He had already hit me several times with his fist... but for some reason that wasn't good enough that night. He had taken a lamp from the living room and was going to hit me with it. I was ready to die. I wanted to die. I didn't want to live anymore if it meant having to endure my father. My mother stopped it. She stepped in front of it and took the lamp for me. My dad got so mad he grabbed one of the nearest things to him and threw it at her. A knife.
I remember getting so angry... my father actually left. I stayed with my mom for about an hour... but she had died and I knew I couldn't do anything about it. Instead I went to where my mom said there were a lot of faeries. When I got there, I found the school, Northvale, and I enrolled myself into it in an attempt to get a fresh start. Too bad I'll never be able to forget what my father did to me. The scars on my body prove that.
I was born to... Matthew and Candice Jackson
My ooc name is... Destie[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... yearish
The Secret Word is... Halloween
Here's a little sample...blah blah blah
