Sharpe, Jason Laurence

[jason laurence sharpe]

welcome to blue river institution ,

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allow me to introduce myself. my name is Jason Laurence Sharpe and i am twenty-eight. i am currently seeking a position as a warden and have actively been in this profession for four. i am interested in working at blue river institution because i'm pretty messed up too, and i wouldn't mind helping other like me out a bit. But lets be honest, how many agencies are willing to hire someone who's deaf? And of course, your health plan is no small incentive either... thank you for considering me for the job.

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basic information ,

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name Jason Laurence Sharpe
nickname Jaz
general appearance

[/i] Jason is a very striking character, not always for the fact of his looks, but sometimes, such mundane articulations of beauty help. The typical of tall dark and handsome, after that he’s the average guy on the street of in the hallway, the guy you look at, but your eyes slid over, easily lost and damned near impossible to find in a crowd. Dark brown hair lays pretty flat, just a little long, but soft and perfect for him, of course, he thinks it should be shorter. Hazel eyes, a faint difference from the brown irregularities, but honestly, how un-uniform is the color hazel? Not interchangeable between people, for certain. His face is clean shaken, never the facial hair type, knowing he can pull off both overly innocent and heavily dark with the smooth passive plains of his face. Height never concerned him, being somewhere just above average but certainly on winning in the middle. However, feels he must make up for even that vain short coming, being very muscled and athletically trim, as any stint in the army will do you. As far as clothing, he's the type that looks sharp in a uniform, though when off duty, he tends toward t-shirts and khaki pants with the occasional sweater.
sexuality[/i] Heterosexual
birthday 17th September, 1983
distinguishing features[/i] He has old burn marks along both forearms, and his left side from shoulder to lower thigh and then around the small of his back, all in a patchy fashion. Jason walks with a slight limp that becomes more noticeable the more fatigued he becomes. Tattooed on his right shoulder is the eagle globe and anchor of the US Marines and on his left shoulder blade an obscure circular symbol sits miraculously untouched by flames. And lets not forget the Londoner accent, by any means.
likes[/i]

• Books (all the better to avoid the world now and then)
  
• Socializing (no one ever said he was shy)
  
• Walks (or runs, anything to move his legs)
  
• Movies (heavy on the horror, suspense and drama genres)
  
• Cats (maybe not man’s best friend, but they always seemed to like him)
  
• Guns (but killing is a different story)
  
• Females (flirting isn’t a character trait but")
  
• Technology (even if it can break)
  
• Siblings (always loves them no matter what)
  
• Sleeping (the whole day would be nice)
  
• Sex ("within reason" is a bad term under this heading)

dislikes[/i]

• Crowds (too much too fast, too "loud," in a sense)
  
• Senseless Violence (everyone has to build a fence somewhere)
  
• Stupidity (common sense should be common, shouldn’t it?)
  
• Males (some people never face up to the consequences)
  
• Drinking (at least that’s one thing he doesn’t do)
  
• People (who think they’re better than other, at least)
  
• Smoking (hates that he does it but can’t stop)
  
• Thunder (who knew you could "feel" weather)

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about you ,

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"Jason was born in Cardiff in the UK, raised in the average middle class family, nothing too out of the ordinary there. He grew up with younger twin sisters and a little brother in a barely coheisive family, but it worked. His father lent much of his family time to drinking and then vanishing, meaning Jason was the oldest male in the house and the father figure for his other siblings. But he didn't mind. He relished the time he spent with them in that position. He therefore never grew up acting like a brother and never went through that stage of development, leaping straight up the ladder to fatherhood.

Because of this promotion, Jason learned to be very patient, teaching and helping his sisters and brother, finding out very quickly after their father's example that yelling and harsh language got one nowhere with others. He also picked up a few good pointers in ethics and manners from his mother. Dealing with children way younger than him forced him to see that there was so much different in the world, that children saw things instinctively with more thoughtfulness than adults, and he tried to copy this idea, bending himself to be a more thoughtful, considerate person, and yet sometimes, he easily made rash decisions. But he was always careful with his temper. Through all this, he discovered his was a good actor, playing angry when his siblings needed scolded, playing sweet when they need comforting and encouragement. He developed a trait for being over-protective of those few he loves over the years.

His brother August was the "accident" child his mother had with another man. The fact that the man never spoke to their family again fed to the fire of hatred Jason had for first his father, then all men in general. He despised these men for their selfish actions, for never committing and for going through life without thought to their actions or without the guts and honor and force of will to face the consequences. He vowed to never be like them, instead making sure he enforced his own code of conduct, literally competing with his missing father in his head, determining what he had to do to become a better man. This in the end steered him toward the path of the military, finding it to be a reasonable career choice, doing what he could for his country in one of the few ways he could, having never been the best student, but a great athlete.

When he was thirteen, he was again beset and angered by the gutlessness of some men. He was bundled from the bus stop one morning before school and man-handled into an alley where two older boys, likely 20-24, beat him up and molested him. They left him in the alley in the dead of a winter just after dawn and he managed to banish the fear and pain and sickness long enough to lucidly proclaim the death of those two boys. He never did get around to it, but he hopes to one day, their actions being the final straw in his hatred of men. He became very standoffish and cold to other males, and possibly fearful, but he hid that emotion deep down under the fire, melting it away.

Later social life was awkward, to say the least. Always used to helping others and instructing, friendship was a hard concept and talking with so many people unknown to him was a challenge in and of itself. Jason was always initially shy and uncertain, but eventually found a few people he could talk to without stuttering after making it onto the high school football team as the up- and coming wide receiver. His social life soared from there, even managing to become class president one year in high school (becuase let's face it, it's a popularity contest). After that, he decided to be done with the popular outfit, school eating away at a life he never really wanted, especially after moving to the Americas and then knowing he'd only be going into the military.

He signed on to the army just out of high school at age 19. The Marines actually. Boot camp was rigorous, but simple, you do what you're told how you're told, then you do it better. He was always a little concerned about being surrounded by so many other me, but he soon learned that most of them were just like him, there to protect their families and friends in the best way they could. And becuase they would never succeed anywhere else. His career went smoothly, if uneventfully as well. He spent half a year stationed in Japan as security detail, then managed to stay based in the US for three years. Of course, it had been two years since the September 11th attacks, and he knew that eventually, he'd pulled over there as well. Five months of endless desert summer the next year in Iraq. He kept going back and forth.

Three days before he was due to be pulled out, the Prez made some speech and the generals ordered them to stay. A lot of his comrades had families to get home to and were pissed off and disappointed, all of them afraid something bad would happen to them, that they had pushed their luck. Jason knew it, he had the senses for that sort of thing, but it was better to shrug it off and act invincible, to be an example just like he had to his younger siblings way back when. So when the armored truck he was driving was hit by a rocket-propelled grenade, no one saw it coming. Three of the five men in the truck died, the other two evaced back to the Americas. Jason was treated on the flight over for third degree burns on 67% of his body, a crushed chest cavity, a collapsed lung, broken ribs, a major concussion, and a broken femur. He was better off than the over guy.

He recovered after the regular long list of surgeries, but there was a catch. The explosion, whether through it's sheer noise or force or both, blew out his ears, making him effectively deaf. Technically, they could be repaired, but he and his family had run out of money. So now he was learning how to live in a world of silence and looking for work. Something with security. He didn't care if it was a desk job, just something to do and to keep doing. He gained a lost a lot of jobs over the years before finally finding this place. A friend had mentioned sending a kid to the blue river institution, had mentioned they were hiring. So Jason had figured, what the hell, just like he did applying anywhere else. And while the job took a while to come around, he since found he was a natural for lip reading.

Of course, he hated to make the loss of his hearing obvious, something he considered a weakness. So he pretends, just like he always has since raising his siblings for a father who could never face reality. Unlike him."

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behind the mask ,

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hi my name is Valan and i am 17 years old. last time i checked, i'm a male. i've been rping for one year and i love it. i found this site through a directory and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in Eastern US time and i will be on mostly weekends and late evenings i currently have this shiny new character and he's all I need. you can contact me through pm or by aim (valanantilles) or email ([e-mail]). i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a very dedicated member to the site!

Felix entered the concert hall expecting silence. He expected the stands to be empty, the seats a silent, attentive audience, the best kind, but one lacking personality and publicity. He expected the lights to be out, the spotlights done cast, a gaping hole for a stage that held only darkness for the stands, a preview for the coming event. He expected the stage to be empty, the darkness roiling, angry that nothing was yet gracing it's feet, the silence dreaded as if an act had failed to appear. But only the stands fulfilled his assumptions. Any they mattered the least.

The seventeen year old had entered down a side isle silently, the runway lights of the ground level seating highlighting his shoes. But what was truly highlighted, was the girl on stage, all lights on her dancing figure. He stopped in the darken seating, perplexed at seeing someone there. He watched her move, so perfectly, so practiced. Saw her hair fall before her eyes. Saw her finish her move despite the interference. Saw her find a new band and put it back up. And he saw her pause.

Piano filed the concert hall. A beautiful, yet depressing tune that tried to reminded him of every single sad moment in every single movie every made. He almost teared up before the words. But the figure on stage seemed even more affect by the song. And Felix could see why, from the beginning lyrics. She tried to dance to it, tried twice, but finally stopped and sat down on the steps like a butterfly that just lost it's wings. And what beautiful wings they had been. He couldn't bare to watch that and do nothing.

Despite his intent to dance alone, was it not better to dance with a partner? And how many ballroom dances and traditional dance did he know that involved only one lone figure? None. The piano called to him, told him he couldn't just stand there, and denied him the right to turn away. So what if he didn't know her? Why should that matter to him? The girl was obviously lonely. Listening to a song like that, a sad song like that, was like a call to have a friend. ♫"Now you're a song I love to sing, never thought it feels so free, now I know what's meant to be, and that's okay with me."♫ Well, it wasn't okay with him.

He walked up onto the stage, bent over her and pressed the replay button on her MP3 and offered her his hand, a silent gesture to dance to the very same tune she'd stopped dancing to, should she take his hand and allow him.

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[kayla.]

accepted ,
thanks for signing up! (: please post in the face claim and get to rping.