Here's the teacher. I'll have the student out here in a moment. I lied, he'll be out here when I finish Captain America Jaycen.
"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem"
Name:
Jaycen Pierce
Appearance:
What are with the men that teach at Caelbury? That's a rhetorical question.
If there's anyone who cares more about the way they look, it probably has to be Jaycen. You always gotta look good doing the things you love. It's just a wonder he gets anything done in the middle of his routines and exercises. He might just be lucky with the jobs he's been given as of late. His jobs require him to focus on the top, most rigorous physical conditioning, work outs, and diets that an average person would probably keel over and die from, just out of pure exhaustion. Though, he isn't a bodybuilder by any means, his athletic form and physique are the best anyone could hope to get and he likes to keep it that way. Plus, what's not to look about a good physique? And those eyes and that hair, it all just pieces itself together. So much so, that Jay could come in in a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt and still get enough stares to make an introvert run to the nearest corner and cry. Though, he does like to keep fashionably sound, even if that's just a pair of comfy jeans, some sneakers, and a maybe a nice flannel or polo. Among the later years of his life, he's certainly done less work with his hair going into PR stunts or fundraisers or whatever had him dressed to impressed than he has at Caelbury. Something about all those damn students looking so polished and pristine really hits in that self-conscious spot, so not only has he upped his actual fashion sense, but he's also been paying more attention to the way his face and hair looks. It's usually slightly gelled up, parted at the side and given a regal swoop just over his brows.
Aside from that, he's not the type of individual who holds that above anyone else, in spite of his air of confidence. There's just something about him that screams, 'I couldn't harm a fly,' and it definitely shows in the way he holds himself. Stark blue eyes are unnervingly gentle and look mostly as if they're slightly glazed over and almost wondering what exactly to do. He seems, out of everyone in the school, including students, to be among the most innocent people that could walk the face of the earth, like he hasn't seen or heard a lick of bad things about the world around him. It's evident on the perpetual smile on his face and the general airiness about him. At first glance, he's an imposing figure, radiating confidence. Double take, and he's just a little kid inside a six foot giant of a body, in the way he acts, in the way he talks, in the way he casually takes in his surrounding as if there's some kind of hidden wonderment about to pop out.
Age:
26
"That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,"
How Long Has Your Character Been Teaching at Caelbury Academy?:
1 Year (this is his second year)
Social Class:
Gifted
Social Class Explanation:
An exceptional athlete, Mr. Pierce is most known for being among the best quarterbacks in the entire nation. From a young age, he's shown exceptional skill in the sport and it was obvious that he was going far. Indeed he did and immediately after college he was signed onto the New Orleans Saints, where he spent most of his life after college. It was a long-lived career for a football player, but it ended quite badly despite his exceptional talents and his mostly record breaking stats. Of course, he's not one to talk of what happened lightly or often, for that matter.
Subject:
P.E. Teacher/Weight Lifting/Football Coach/Trainer
Why is Your Character Teaching Here?:
Life throws you curve balls more times than people care to keep track of. Life simply just threw Jaycen a rather large and life-changing curve ball. He doesn't necessarily appreciate the views cast onto him by the public spotlight, but it seemed the media didn't quite fool Caelbury. He was retired from football, but they saw the real reason behind it and thought him quite the valuable asset. Whether they're simply using him for his skills or giving him another chance, is for the coming years to decide. However, he's enjoying the ride, currently and appreciates Caelbury's efforts in providing him something to grasp onto.
"Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
Personality:
You ever hear about that idiom that involves the term, 'rose colored glasses'?
Jaycen takes that and cranks it up to eleven. The world can't be cruel, or harsh, or terrible like people make it out to be and that's not because he's ran into a bit of luck through his years. Jaycen has been through some damn tough times, but his view of the world has yet to change and it won't. Someone like him, it would be impossible to exist if he didn't view people and situations in the light that he does. Everyone's redeemable, no matter what they do; you can always forgive someone and mean it, too. Whatever happens to him, however bad, he always seems to manage to turn around and smile, no matter how much time it took for him to do so. Sure, things can get him down, but they don't keep him down. He's exceptionally resilient and it's obvious in the way he acts. Jaycen is childish, innocent in the purest way, and free as an individual because of it.
Of course, contrary to popular belief, his personality doesn't gather a crowd of friends and like-minded individuals. It doesn't convince others that he's right, though that part he doesn't really care for. It just makes him an unbelievably happy individual and that can irritate more people than one would initially think. He can't take serious situations the way he should and he can't handle something dire with the tact and stoicism it requires. Jaycen isn't built like that and he often becomes a target for other people to bring down. And yeah, they can succeed in bringing him down, but Jaycen never stays down and people often get tired of his attitude regardless of their view on him. He finds himself alone a lot and vying for himself, which affects him more than people care to think. Everyone only sees the surface when they meet Jaycen and the surface seems to be the only thing that he gives them. To be honest, it's just the loudest thing about him and people often mistake that for idiocy, naivety, obliviousness, and ultimately a shallow personality.
But, Jaycen would want nothing more than to show people who he is on the inside. Sure, every bit of that bright, sunshiny demeanor is a part of Jaycen in every way imaginable, but it's not the only thing about him. Jaycen views the world the way he does for a reason. Where people cry out in more direct ways, Jaycen's pain is a little off center and he shows that in the way he acts. It's misinterpreted about a hundred percent of the time, though. Jaycen can't see the world or what it is because he's purposefully blinded himself. His past is full of shit he doesn't want to see, refuses to acknowledge and, don't get him wrong, it's not a bad thing to see the brightness in the world, but when someone uses that as an excuse to escape their past, then that's where it crosses the line. That's what Jaycen does and it's become a habit and become something he can't necessarily control anymore. He truly believed that if he remembered everything that happened to him, then his life would crumble and he wouldn't see any other means of dealing with it that didn't lead to him succumbing to his turmoil. But, this act isn't really an act, just a means to cover something he can't look at. Jaycen, regardless of his past, would have become this bright, oblivious individual no matter what, but it would never have been as intense without his issues and sorrows. There is a person under that bright demeanor, who's still bright, but who's just scared and a coward when it comes to himself. He's an ordinary person beneath the glasses. The glasses just amplify his optimism to an ingratiating degree.
"I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-"
History:
Further WARNING: Implied domestic violence and rape. Technically implied murder. I do cut off bits and parts before it oversteps some boundaries, but it is still implied. There is nothing graphic; everything is implied, though. To imply or not to imply, that is the question. Which leads to: to get banned or not to get banned? Plus, I'm not the type of person to even be descriptive when it comes to a subject like that. I don't like the subject and this is the first time I even hinted at it in an RP. This will probably be the last because I felt so much pain writing it. I mean, I wrote it and I don't regret that... I just, you know, didn't like the parts and bits where all that happened. =( But, this isn't a character that is supposed to have a happy past, so I'm not changing it (unless Mizuho tells me to).
I also want to say that this is not a catalyst for you to argue whether or not the husband should have gotten tortured or further punished, and whether or not Jaycen should have done something. This is also not a catalyst to bring personal and political matters revolving around rape and domestic abuse into the OOC, as I'm sure Mizuho doesn't want to deal with that shit going up into flames. This is a long warning, but I ramble and I think it's necessary. We all agree rape is a heinous crime and we all think people (male and female) who abuse their husbands or wives are asshole cowards. That's where the conversation stops. There is no room for argument.
"Family... family is everything."
Why is it so hard to say that?
Why does it become difficult to remember?
Why is everything hazed and hard to discern?
Why are you even digging this far to begin with?
Hatred leads a man to do things he would regret for the rest of his nonexistent life that cascades into death and into infinity. The past is locked for a reason and you swallowed the key so long ago, you forgot just where you hid it. Your heart is too vulnerable. Your mind... your mind is another matter altogether. So where is it? Why is it so deep inside that you suddenly give up every time the idea crosses your mind? What happened that shoved it so far back in the first place? The mention of a name leaves you in a curled up ball in the corner; a helpless child with no one to hold onto.
But here, in your drunken stupor, the liquor bottle just about empty—drink that last bit and you'll remember for tonight. Don't you dare say I didn't warn you.
She was beauty in the daylight, in the moonlight, in whatever light or non-light cast upon her. Hazelnut and the smell of freshly picked strawberries in her hair—hair that cascaded down in wavy tufts to gently caress the baby in her arms, or the man in her lap, or the father dying in the hospital bed below her. Her tears brought the world to its knees and her smile fixed everything. Her kisses were as tender as the daylight and held whispers of sweet promises and marriage vows and maternal coos of soft lullabies. Her eyes blue orbs of wonderment and hope, of grace and the sky. She moved like the air was her flowing gown in the hot summer breeze, giving that knowing glance back to beckon and wave.
This was... this was difficult.
She was the tension in the sky, the silver lining in the cloud, and the breeze in the blistering July afternoon. She was a day and a night, the sun and the moon to watch and guide and no one questioned it because it just was. What was couldn't be changed. What was wasn't meant to be scrutinized. She was the mother everyone wanted, the wife those men at the poker table always crooned for. She was that old grandmother in the rocking chair out on the porch, watching the sunset with a husband so undeserving, with a grandchild in her lap and her son standing watch overhead. She was... everything.
She was everything.
She was his anchor and the only thing that kept the monsters at bay.
She was his mother.
And in her arms a little girl. A precious five year old with the whole wide world ahead of her. Where her cries were ones of joy and where her tears were ones of pity and sympathy. Her hugs felt like pockets of sunshine that floated away like dandelions. Her mind so oblivious to the world around her. The way her toes pointed inward when she walked, just like a tiny, adorable pigeon. And she cooed like one to, and would always find away to be just like her mother. Laid a head upon her lap. Sang in that sweet soprano of hers. Didn't know a lick of what she was saying, but it still meant something. Still meant something...
It still meant everything.
It still soothed him like it always would.
A little girls mindless ruminations turned into words that could never be interpreted, but still meant something to her and still meant something to him.
She was a precious child to be protected.
She was his sister.
And they died.
They died like dogs. They died like no one remembered what they'd had done. They died like no one could seem to see them the way they used to.
But why?
That's the exact thing he wanted to forget. To run away from. He left her and he left him and he left them. He killed her, didn't he? He was the reason they couldn't breath anymore. He was the reason she wouldn't live to see her son become the star she knew and cherished. He was the reason she would grow up to become a lawyer, a veterinarian, a doctor, a singer, an actress. He was the reason she wouldn't be able to shout at the announcers because they were badgering her little boy, her copy cat of a daughter shouting unintelligible insults along with her.
That's how he's always seen it; he was the cause and now he had to run from it all.
So, if he had a mother and a sister. What of his father?
That man, to him, was just misunderstood. One day he just stopped. One day he just crashed. Snapped like a twig at the slightest gust of wind. Losing a job. Losing money. Losing the house and the car and the fucking dog, for that matter. About to get thrown to the streets like a damn stray. Losing a father and a mother to a scourge that plagued the world. Seeing a child he knew would do so much better than him. Seeing that kid would become a better man than he. And that little girl, so... so stunningly beautiful, just like her mother. That whore of a mother. That bitch who he knew eyed their bachelor neighbor like he was next in line. She'd run to him. He'd die on the streets. The only person he could rely on was himself and that damnable brother of his. That deadbeat. That junkie. That drunkard asshole. That shitbag he looked down on all those years and now? Well, now he was just like him, right? And why not embrace it? Why not just... break?
Sixteen.
Hometown College bound in two years.
Smiling bright and pretty.
Star athlete.
NFL Up and Comer.
Langley, Washington.
Middle-class, two-story home.
Middle of the Night.
That's where it all happened. When it all happened.
Self-loathing and broken, beat, left to dry on the road.
He came home with his brother in tow. He came home with a beer in his hands. He came home with his tie undone, shirt unbuttoned, and piss-stained paints. A spitting image of a ready to be homeless man. And she came out, smiling. And he came to her. Broke that fucking bottle over her head. Threw her to the couch. Did so many unspeakable things to her while she screamed. And he stood there. Watched it. Watched it while that fuck of an uncle touched him. That monster yelled at him. Told him not to touch his prized possession. His fucking trophy son. He didn't stop. Pulled down his pants and found a foot to his face. That beast tied her up, bruised her, beat her an inch away from her life. And then he brought that little girl of his down...
And that's where it got too painful. But he didn't cry. He didn't move from the base of the stairs. And they both died. They both bled and screamed and cried. And they were caught. And they were tried. And they were sentenced. And his father died. And his uncle died. And he was left alone again. With the key in his hand and the box of memories right in front of him.
So what did he do?
He locked it.
He threw it out.
Buried it deep.
Let the key slip into that deep abyss where he knew he'd never go down. Where he never could.
And life went on. Foster home. New parents. College so far from that... that place. That hell hole. And life went on. He forgot because he made himself forget. He let that shit die with his youth. He became the star they knew he would. He became an amalgamation of himself, his mother, and his sister. The bright innocence they all seemed to radiate and the confidence they undeniably had. And he hid in it. Hid inside all of those happy memories and forgot.
Saints All-Star QB.
Retired.
Steroids.
So many untruths.
And yet... he didn't care. People wanted him gone from the spotlight and he gladly left. He left like a coward. He left like that dreadful day. And he'd forget what happened again because that's the way it would always be. That's the way it was supposed to be.
"How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!"
Miscellaneous:
—Is a deep lover of ice cream—
—Reads comic books and watches movies religiously. (Cap'n America and Avengers are by far his favorite comics and movies)—
—He eats so healthy that it's hard to see him indulge in sweets. He doesn't drink, smoke, or anything of that caliber. If he gets stressed, he's got his work out routine to clear his mind. The only sweets he'll indulge in is any type of ice cream—
—Head Football Coach for Caelbury—
—Organizes sports events with the students. Does this as a volunteer 'cause he loves the fun of it and it's bonding time for him and his students!—
—He teaches regular P.E., but at Caelbury, he specializes in training Caelbury's top athletes. The school is a gateway to great colleges and many colleges give Caelbury special priority when picking from the group of hopefuls come senior year. It's Jay's job to keep them at the peak of their physical capacity and working hard in both academics and sports—
—BEFORE YOU ASK: Yes. He's Gay—
—Was actually drafted into the NFL just a year into his time in college (making him the youngest NFL star ever, I think). But, through a lot of hard work on his off-seasons, he managed to pull off graduating on-time and technically two semesters short. He got all his credits, so that's all that mattered. So, he spent 6 years in the NFL before finally retiring. Luckily, he went to college in Louisiana, where he played as QB for the university's collegiate football team. A few NFL scouts snatched him up after sidestepping a few boundaries and put him in the Saints—
"O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? "
—Edgar Allen Poe, 'A Dream Within a Dream'
Acacia Hawthorne:
"Aw, she's a sweetheart. I'd learn ice skating if it would help her out, ah well. She's a good kid."
A great, big bundle of joy. That's something Jaycen can connect with, right off the bat. But, having such a darker side himself, he feels more than just a friendly connection. Regardless of whether he knows it or not, Jaycen usually forms a deeper bond with people who have relatively the same issues as he does. He's drawn to Acacia, out of need for true understanding for the problems he's been running away from. Aside from that, Jaycen doesn't much know about the Hawthorne girl's own needs and issues, just that there's a gut feeling that she has them—everyone does.
Though, Jaycen is always there to help her condition and further improve her game on the ice. Does it seem like she'd make a career out of it? Probably not, but it doesn't hurt to have an outlet like a sport to keep all the demons at bay. Like all the other athletically inclined students, he's there to improve and them better.
Jacob Rockwell:
"Smart cookie. He's in that marine program; I'm certain I could get him into a sport or two, though.
Like Acacia, Jaycen is drawn towards Jacob, without real understanding as to why. The boy is extraordinarily smart and is miles and leagues above him in those categories, but he enjoys seeing what else he can do, aside from that. Jay doesn't try to push Jacob past his limits, but he's often there keeping him at the top of his game and focused on something other than what his inner demons are attempting to force out of him. Jay knows exactly what that's like and, even though he's has no inkling of what anyone's problems are, knows that it's best to have both a sound mind and a sound body and that's exactly what he's attempting to do with Jacob.
Vladimir Kalkovich:
"I don't understand how such a happy person could make such grungy, dark music. But, to each their own."
How many troubled people are there attending Caelbury?
Jaycen doesn't have much in common with Vlad, so the connection there is essentially only the ones buried deep inside. So, Jay does his best to at least talk to the kid, but other than that, he's probably just seen as any other teacher in the school. At least he tries, though. He enjoys listening to him play music, even if it's not his favorite type. There's a lot of musical talent at Caelbury and he understands that sometimes it's better not to push all that athleticism crap onto people who really don't need it.
Rayne McCutcheon:
"Aw, she doesn't do much in my class. Probably because she's never in it. She, uh, kinda needs this class before she graduates, though. I dunno. She does really good in her other classes; I wouldn't want to force her to stay another year just for P.E."
There's not a lot Jaycen can say about Rayne; she's never attended his classes before. However, he does spot her occasionally and even, on occasion, asks her why she skips gym, fully expecting the answer she spouts out. Huh, she's a bit of an extreme kid, but Jay can handle that. What she wants out of life she can't get from doing some stupid sport or running around acting stupid and Jay understands that. She's brilliant, though, and he lets it slide... but only if she allows him to help her test the waters a bit. Someone with that much rebellious energy must have some pent up stress and anger inside and Jay makes it known that he wants nothing more than to help her out with that. If he can find her a sport that lets her release every bit of that anger and frustration, then she can skip Phys. Ed. entirely. Really, though, how many sports are there that can accomplish that? Not many, and so it's not that much of a hassle to show up like once a week or something.
James McNamara:
"What a hot head. I've dealt with his kind before, all slick and cool and stuff. That's fun, but, I don't think charm can get you that far in life. I wonder if he can prove me wrong, though."
Jay is pretty indifferent about James. The kid likes his music and sports aren't for everyone, though that's not to say he's bad at any. There were plenty of people on his team who used to act like that and many got their asses chewed out for such careless attitudes. But, if it works for James, then what right does he have to butt in and tell him otherwise? Other than that, they're on even ground and act, more or less, like regular students and teachers should to one another.
Julie Scott:
"What a busy body. Shouldn't you slow down a bit?"
The only gal he lets take a few breaks every now and then. He spotted her one time down at the locally owned coffee shop making some complicated espresso and studying at the same time. The poor girl got coffee all over her textbook. She overworks herself entirely too much, and Jaycen gives her time in P.E. to simple catch a few winks in the middle of the day. P.E. is exhausting enough when you're both working a job and studying twenty-four/seven and now she has a social life? What is this? He made that mistake during college, taking courses way above his own level of intelligence that literally sapped the energy out of him. He nearly got kicked off the football team for that and ultimately had to drop a few of those classes to be able to operate and function properly. It took a whole two months to readjust his sleep schedule.
Cole Grimoire:
"Another ice skater. I don't think he appreciates flaunting his talent, though, which I can understand, but the kids really good."
If anyone knows what athletic talents look like, it's Jaycen, even if he has absolutely no experience in the sport. That's what's special about him. He can't pick up skating, or hockey, or golf like he can football, but knows exactly what it takes to be pro in any kind of sport and he knows exactly what technical things one needs to focus on to achieve the apex of their game. Cole has that ability, but lacks the drive to truly seize it and Jay's there to pick up all the pieces he missed and fix it all up for him. Sure, he probably couldn't skate like he did, but that wouldn't stop him from actually being able to analyze and improve his routines. But, it's understandable that someone like Cole needs something to keep him going, some kind of incentive to grasp from becoming something worth noting. Jaycen's goal, for him, is to find that.
August Marco:
"He pranked me a few times, but I got him back. Though, I, uh, I mistook pig's blood for maple syrup—don't ask how. I'm just glad this isn't a Stephen King novel."
If anyone's a terrible pranker, it's probably Jaycen. Either he goes overboard and steps past the line, or it blows up in his face. However, he enjoys having fun and enjoys August's happy-go-lucky nature. He's energetic and never boring and Jaycen takes advantage of that in his class room, gladly running all that energy out of him and putting it to good use in his class and he doesn't really think August has any qualms with that. Jay does his best to keep on the kid's good side, just to avoid any of his nastier pranks, though he's gotten caught in just a few of the kid's traps. After the pig's blood incident, both have completely stopped targeting each other. But, they do spend a lot of time together, regardless, due to August's rather top notch swimming ability. Sure, there's already a coach for swimming, but Jay specializes in more than just coaching. He's there to condition, to judge, to analyze, and to improve in a more intimate, meaningful way. He doesn't give the kid a play and tell him to practice that. He watches their form, their technique, and their raw talent up close and makes them change, gives them points to focus on, tells them what's wrong and how to fix it, gives them suggestions, and then takes all that and does even more with it.
Max Wallenberg:
"Quiet fellow and a bookworm, too. But, he does pretty swell in those giant rowboat things. Uh. I'll probably have to, though."
If there's one thing he doesn't necessarily know about, it's probably rowing. He went to college for football and the college he went to wasn't that prestigious, so sports like rowing or polo weren't provided. Of course, that won't stop him from learning how Max can better improve himself. For now, though, Jay acts more as a guide for conditioning and keeping Max healthy and fit. Other than that, he doesn't really know the kid much, but would definitely like to. He seems a lot different from the kids who have been thrown riches and have been born eating from plates of silver and gold. Whether it's just a phase or he really doesn't care for fame and fortune is up to Jay to find out.
Wren Sinclair:
"Catherine Sinclair? Like the actress? Ah, she's got the same dedication to staying healthy that I do. We get along great!"
Aw, if there's a student he gets along with the most, it's probably Wren and it's not because she's a famous movie star, either. He doesn't care about that. She's kind and fun and just an all around great time. Though, of course, he's mostly oblivious as to why she would take a liking to him other than the fact that she was possibly a fan of his. That was stretching it a bit far, but he doesn't tend to bite a gift horse in the mouth. He does his best to help Wren keep fit and keep her image and her clean slate. If anything, Wren seems like the best little sister he could ask for, and he treats her that way, even if he does tend to wave off the age difference and talk and react to her on the same level. Sometimes, he forgets that he's a teacher now, though Wren probably doesn't find too much issue with that.
She doesn't have a particular sport that she's vying for, but it doesn't hurt to have something to focus on. Plus, he likes to challenge Wren to do better for herself and her image.
Eliza Herring:
"I wonder... she looks like a tennis type gal. I like her, but she's not one to talk to me unless it pertains to class."
Eliza kinda just breezes through all that general education stuff, so she didn't bat an eyelash at Jaycen. It wasn't a surprising, seeing how determined she really looked, that she simply passed something as menial as P.E. over, but Jay knows it's more than just that. Of course, he'd really never be able to discern the girl's intention, it wouldn't hurt to at least try and help her out a little more, right? Whatever those intention may be, she's still a kid in high school. If it's more complicated than that, though, Jay would most likely let her be as she wouldn't deem him at all useful.
Yuki Sakurai:
"You know what I enjoy most? Getting gals and guys like Yuki to really suffer the bad end of Physical Education."
Rayne and Julie are one thing, but Yuki is something entirely different. Rayne and Julie have viable excuses to skip out on the physical education part of glass; he gave Rayne an ultimatum and Julie already exhausts herself enough, so pushing her would practically end up in a murder case. Yuki, on the other hand, simply just thinks she's better than the rest of the kids. Oh, that sweet girl charm doesn't work on Jaycen: he's been scorned plenty by guys like her, ready to switch into bitch mode the minute you do something remotely to go against them. So, what does Jay do? He makes her sweat all that crappy make up off. He makes her hate him and when she tries to drive a knife into his back like he knows she will, he'll do what he always does. He'll brush it off and skip merrily along into life. Girls like that need to realize that high school isn't just a stage for you to run around ruining other people's lives 'cause you just have some issues yourself. Oh, she'd get along with half of the teammates he played with in the locker room. High school gossip and antics just don't compare to testosterone filled brutes in a locker room.
Barney Smith:
"He tried to talk me into letting him sit the whole year out. I had him run the mile twice as much as the other students. Kid, you don't slack in Gym Class; I don't care if you have a silver tongue or not."
If there's a student who attempts to convince Jaycen that they have some kind of issue or they require special treatment and it's not obvious something is wrong upfront, the only punishment—after thorough background checking—is running two miles, instead of one. Barney is among those students. He had a forged doctor's note and everything, but forgot to mention that there really wasn't a doctor of that name aside from a few on the other side of the country. That shit doesn't slide in Jay's class. And you wanna tell him what for? If they enjoy another mile, some push ups, a few crunches, and some push ups, then good for them... if they don't, well maybe you should have thought it through before attempting to tell off a P.E. teacher.
Jack Riley:
"A football guy? A football guy?! Really?! Holy crap!"
The kid likes football and plays it pretty damn well. What else is there to say? It really shouldn't be a surprise that he pretty much adores Jack Riley, though he, of course, doesn't set him above any of his other students. But, seriously, four years with this kid? What kind of luck is that? Of course, he can't help but think there's just a little something off about him. At the moment, though, Jay's a bit too blinded by his immediate attraction to him... in a good way. In a non-sexual way. That was fast. Don't want to prematurely lose your job just yet, eh? Hey, you gotta admire a guy who doesn't try hard to look good, right? That's probably the football talking. Did he mention Jack plays football?
Ingrid Rushwood:
"She seems like a nice individual. Eh, I don't know her very well, though."
Eh, she does what is required of her in his class. He can't force all of his students to like and interact with him, though, can he? Maybe he can. No, that's probably illegal or something. Yeah, no, Jay doesn't really know much about her and respects her distance and privacy.
Alice Profit:
"The high kid? Why would you pop a joint during my class?
Jay, of all people, has really no experience with drugs aside from the occasional acetaminophen or ibuprofen or maybe something stronger for the muscles he pulls or the injuries he used to get. He only caught her once and only because the marijuana was rather strong and had a very potent smell, but that was enough to keep his eyes on her like a hawk during his classes. She doesn't leave his general vicinity or do anything sneaky with her hands while he's around, nor does she come to class higher than a mother fucking kite without him noticing. A few of his teammates used to do cocaine and ecstasy, which isn't really a surprise when it comes to rising stars and giant celebrities, but he realizes exactly what a high person both looks like and acts like. Alice doesn't get away with much, though he never catches her selling drugs outside of his classroom (she would be stupid to in front of a damn teacher), so he doesn't do much aside from making her sweat profusely.
Brenden Aldrin:
"Aw, hey, I love our new principal. What a fun guy. I wouldn't mind hangin' out with him often."
Having only arrived at Caelbury, Jay doesn't have much of an opinion about Brenden, other than that he looks like a pretty chill fellow. There is, however, that thing about having been an all-star quarterback for the New Orleans Saints, that Jay almost always forgets about. It's probably the one reason they don't talk 'cause Brenden seems too star struck by that fact. He seems to forget that, having only three or so years of retirement from the NFL doesn't quite make him a normal person, yet. Though, he seems keen on slipping into that mold as soon as possible. Brenden probably won't stop reminding him of the fact, however.
Hayden Hawthorne:
"I owe being here and a lot more to Mr. Hawthorne. He's a real nice guy and we actually go way back."
Being of relatively the same age, Jay and Hayden have known each other for some time through different circumstances, most of which were brought on by Hayden's father. In fact, the two had a 'thing' way back when that slipped out of intimate and sexual and into more buddies and long-time pals. It seems awfully weird when either looks back on it, but they weren't necessarily compatible enough to have a long lasting relationship anyways. But, aside from Alli, Hayden is one of Jaycen's better friends who more or less pulled him out of a rather sticky situation. If he needs anyone to confide in or just be near, Hayden will be there.
Flynn Zimmerman:
"I've seen him three times in the years I've been here and they've all been in meetings. Even then, it's really hard to notice him... he stares at me a lot, though. Kinda uncomfortable, but I dunno how to react to it."
There's not a lot of interaction between Jaycen and Flynn; it's a really one-sided relationship. There's this inkling feeling that Flynn probably uses him as some weird test subject. Every time Jay's caught him staring, it's always felt like he's looking past the surface, accounting for every tick and movement and piling them into a database where he can further examine them for later. It's kind of creepy, to be honest and Jay doesn't know whether to ignore it and let him do his thing, or confront him about it. Of course, it doesn't anger and upset Jay, but it does seem a little unnerving.
Alli Kendrick:
"Her and I? We're like two peas in a pod! I got her back and she's got mine."
If there's anyone Jaycen is closest to, it's probably Alli. And it's not 'cause she calls him her Puppy Dog either, or that she thinks of him as a little brother despite the extremely large age gap between them. Alli reminds him, most of all, of what his little sister could have been (aside from the obvious drug and party issues in the past; he would have put an immediate stop to that). If not for the brunette hair on his head, they'd surely look related, though he teases her that he'll get his hair dyed blonde as soon as he gets the confidence. They're both balls of sunshine looking for fun and Jaycen tends to provide Alli an anchor for her problems and issues. He's there when she needs him and vice versa. If there's anyone that can succeed in turning Alli's frown around, it's her Jay Pup, her Little Bro, her Best Bud. Whenever she needs a night to just let it all out, he's there at her doorstep with two giant buckets of Ben and Jerry's and the latest romantic comedy.
"Crack open the giant spoon drawer, Alli Cat!" he'd shout down the hallway, "We're getting chocolate wasted!"
And, if there's anyone Jaycen has the best chance of ever spilling out his own pot of secrets, it's probably Alli. It's only been a year or two since they've really known each other and it's evident that Alli is one of the people he trusts the most. Of course, all of the buddy-buddy attitudes and peas in a pod deal tends to rub people the wrong way. Not like, 'Oh, that's gross,' but in a way that people misinterpret their relationship. They're best of buds, but people twist it up and see 'em more as best friends with benefits, or even a couple, if they're particularly daring. But, Alli knows just where her relationship veers off toward with Jaycen and Jaycen the same, and both are perfectly happy with how they're molding their friendship. Honestly, Jay could care less what people think when they see the two, as long as they both are on the same page, then no harm, no foul! It's probably that Cheerleader/Jock stigma that tends to follow high school around and most people, at first glance, see Jaycen as a bonehead and Alli as just a high school cheerleader playing teacher. People awfully close to both know both are relatively untrue and even further from the truth.
Adira Huston:
"She's a stiff. Maybe she she should do some yoga."
There's not really much to say about Jay and Adira's relationship. They're on good terms, but they don't see each other often, especially since it's really hard to fall asleep in gym class and not get noticed by the actual teacher. But, also, Jay seems to be able to take care of himself pretty well and doesn't necessarily require the teacher's assistance in reigning in his kids. Most students generally like Jay anyways and often respect him.
Damien Lilly:
"He seems okay. A bit of a hazard, though."
Jaycen is a very carefree man, in general, but he isn't, by any means, careless. That's how he sees Damien and he feels the guys is practically a walking time bomb. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that, unless it puts students in harm's way. He hasn't made any nasty mistakes yet, but chemical compounds are too unstable to be messing around with the way he does. It sure as hell is fun, but safety, in situations like that, really do come first.
Saul Kirschenzweig:
"I help him a lot with his dieting, make sure he's eating the proper stuff for that heart condition. He's tried numerous times to get me to drink, though... I dunno, it's tempting."
The guy dances and that's a rigorous training session in itself. Plus, he sings and acts as well. One needs to be incredibly fit to have been able to preform the roles Saul has and it shows in the way the man has taken care of himself. Jay was incredibly young when he hit his Broadway stardom, so he didn't necessarily understand how great the man used to be, but respects him for it regardless. If there's anyone that acts more like a father figure to Jay, it's probably Saul, despite the fact that the man tries his damn hardest to get him in a bar. Jay can't sing worth crap, but dancing is another matter, though he'd never be able to make a career out of it and Saul definitely makes him look like a train wreck, but it's something that requires extreme physical fitness, so it's technically his forte. That aside, he enjoys Saul's company, even if the man is a bit aggressive and abrasive, though Jay is probably among the few who has seen him in his relaxed state of mind.
Seth Kabhsenuf:
"He seems like a bag of unfortunate mishaps, poor guy."
Seth's idea of the world and the way he views things are generally how Jay does, however, Jay finds more success in the matter and probably because he's found his blissful ignorance. Of course, looking at Seth, the man probably wouldn't be able to function the way Jay does and that's alright. They don't know each other much or talk to each other much, but Jay's a very friendly and approachable person, so that is more than bound to change as the years come and go.
Celia Honey:
"I haven't really heard much about her."
Jay's heard only good things about Celia, but hasn't probably introduced himself to her due to her absence the year he began teaching at Caelbury.
Jaycen Pierce:
"Aw, he's adorable."
Well, there's nothing really that hasn't been said about how Jay feels about himself. Sure, he's conflicted and he knows it somewhere deep down inside, but he's spent so many years inside of his own personal bubble that it's hard to come to terms with that. It's also difficult to come to terms with the bad things in the world and, where it's highly beneficial to look at things with a sense of hope and wonderment, it's also detrimental to run and hide from one's own problems. He looks at things with a glass half full, but when something threatens to turn that philosophy on its head, he's quick to fill the glass until it overflows and he can't realize what's what from what anymore.
Tori Hawthorne:
"Who's that? What? How am I supposed to know? Yes, yes I do live under a rock."
He really doesn't recognize many celebrities or heirs/heiresses. Jay's not a gossipy guy and doesn't read magazines or browse the internet trying to look up the latest scandal. It's hard to keep your private life private when you're famous, he knows that, but he doesn't really think it's right to go snooping around other people's things, trying to find dirt to throw on other people. It happened to him and it didn't feel good, but Jay knows that a lot of celebrities either bask in that glory and attention or really do hate it intensely. He happened to fall right in the middle and the scandal that happened to him really didn't affect him much, especially since the Vice Principal immediately came to him with a job offer afterwards.
Honestly, the only reason he knows a celebrity is if they starred in a movie he watched and he doesn't really watch many movies someone like Tori would be in, if she were an actress. Is she an actress? Wren was a special case 'cause she happened to star in a romantic comedy and he quite enjoyed her performance. However, someone like Tori, or the rest of the Hawthornes or Herrings or Sinclairs for that matter, really don't show up on his radar unless they're directly involved in his life. Wren, Acacia, and Hayden are the few that are and maybe Tori will be too, who knows? Jay really only knows that Hayden and Acacia have a shit ton of siblings and he leaves at that.
Liam Matthews:
"New guy, eh? I used to be a new guy. Well, we all have. Uh. He seems really conflicted, like he's kinda throwing his own pity party most of the time. Sad guy."
Uh, he just met him! But, from the way the guy carries himself, he obviously looks as if he doesn't really want to be any where near other people and would rather be wallowing off into his own corner to sulk. At least, that's the vibe he gave off to Jay. Jay isn't the most perceptive of beings, but he can't deny something that slaps him in the face.
"Oh, hey! That's when I found Alli's iPod in the school locker rooms..."
Name:
Jaycen Landon Pierce
Nickname:
Jay
Jayce
Jay Pup
Pup
Sex:
Male
Righty or Lefty:
Ambidextrous
Age:
26
Birthday:
July 15th, 1988
Height:
6'0"
Weight:
289 lbs.
Eye Color:
Blue
Hair Color:
Brunette
Physical Traits:
A tall specimen, Jaycen is extremely well built, as is natural for a person of his talents, and makes it well known as it's kinda obvious. A bubbly air fully of pent up energy, very akin to a puppy dog; his face is no exception to the comparison. With large, blue, curious eyes and an always eager look, many people understand why anyone would even think to associate him with a puppy. A strong jawline either clean shaven or heavily fuzzed, it outlines his strong, defined features quite nicely, adding a look of determination and pride to that eager face. However, there's nothing at all intimidating about Jaycen's slightly above average musculature, simply because of the way he holds himself. Anyone who gives Jaycen a once over immediately gets the feeling that the man would rather tackle hug you than straight on charge you into the ground. It's evident in the gentle curiosity in his eyes and the amicable smile he always keeps on his face. The way he speaks, with his low timber, almost bass tone, held at a comfortable decibel, seems more inviting than fearsome, though his words come out like they have somewhere to be, riling his and other's energy up the more he talks, and he's talkative.
Parents:
Helena Anna Louise Reinhardt (Mother; Deceased)
Rodney Robert Reinhardt (Father; Deceased; Convicted Felon)
Catherine Alana Pierce (Foster Mother)
George Hubert Pierce (Foster Father)
Siblings:
Rosalind Loraine Reinhardt (Sister; Deceased)
Marital Status:
Single
Sexuality:
Homosexual (Though the majority of people assume he is Heterosexual...)
Other Relatives:
Amber Lin Reinhardt (Paternal Grandmother; Deceased)
Daniel Christopher Reinhardt (Paternal Grandfather; Deceased)
Bernard Anderson Reinhardt (Paternal Uncle; Deceased; Convicted Felon)
Cecelia Heather Reinhardt-Broudkowski (Paternal Aunt)
Maternal side of the family never really kept in touch.
Friends:
Pretty much everyone
Enemies:
Oblivious to most enemies... if he has any?
Relationships:
Hayden Hawthorne (Past... uh... is lovers the right word?)
But yeah, no, none right now.
Religion:
Christian Catholic (not-practicing currently)/Agnostic/Scientology (No just kidding, ha... haha... that wasn't funny? :( )
Occupation:
Retired NFL QB for the New Orleans Saints
Currently Phys Ed. Teacher/Football Coach/Trainer at Caelbury Academy
Salary:
Doesn't use his money much for anything but necessities. Has just over a few hundred million from simply saving it in his bank account. The contracts issued by his team ranged from $20 million a year to $25 million a year, depending on his performance.
At the moment, he currently makes around $200k per year working at Caelbury.
Money Status:
Wealthy
Living Space:
For a thorough layout, see Hayden's Living Space section in his profile.
He's not keen on decorating, so it's not very lavish and is pretty much what the apartment came with in terms of furnishing. He did make sure to buy himself a king sized bed and the extra room is designed as his personal work out space, equipped with what he's determined the best. It's not much and he's only got a few vases and pictures of his foster family up around the house. Most of the pictures are of him and old friends, Alli and Hayden included.
Work Space:
The entire gym is his workspace. But, the school provides him with his own office not far from the gym, designed the way he likes it... minimal at best. It's got a regular wooden desk, a bookcase in the back, some of his past Saints stuff up just to keep it from seeming too bland. It's not much, but it's relatively quaint, though large enough for him and two others his size comfortably. It's got two regular chairs situated in front of his desk for students or anyone visiting. There's a picture of him and Alli at Disney World and an old picture of him and Hayden from awhile back all facing his side of the desk. Hayden hates the picture and insists he replaces it, while Alli loves her picture and wonders why Hayden hates his.
"You look cute with bed hair, Hayden! You shoulda smiled, though."
Fears:
-Remembering His Past
-Reliving His Past
-Losing His Friends and New Family
Secrets:
-His Whole Past is a Secret
-It's not really a secret but, he doesn't really share that he's gay with anyone but close friends, or people he shows interest in. He likes keeping his private life private.
IQ:
114
Food Preferences:
-Anything Healthy!
-Sushi
-Does indulge in Ice Cream During Romantic Movie Fridays with Alli
Book Preferences:
-Contrary to Popular Belief He Does like to Read
-Loves Kafka
-Loves Hemmingway
-Loves Poetry
-Comic Books (Marvel All the Way)
Music Preferences:
-Anything! Maybe not Rap, though
Movie Preferences:
-Anything in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (Includes stuff that Fox and crud make)
-Romantic Comedies
-27 Dresses and Bridesmaids are his absolute favorite
Journal entries:
-Doesn't Keep Journal Entries.
-Too ADD to be able to focus on remembering everything he's done that day or anything significant 'cause technically he thinks everything is significant
Hobbies:
-Football
-All Sports, Really
Pet Peeves:
-Nothing... Really. No Really, He's Hard to Annoy.
Attitude:
Well, there's nothing much to say aside from he's extremely bubbly, optimistic, and bright about 100% of the time. At home, though, he's often quiet and relaxed and with friends it depends on whether he's in public with them or just somewhere private. But, most of all, he's almost always in a happy mood.
Obsessions:
-Football
-Exercise
-Football
-Eating Healthy
-Football
-Exercise
-Ice Cream (Shhh)
-Football
-Having Fun
-Football
-Being Happy
-Football
-Football
-Uh... More Football?
Addictions:
-Football
-Ice Cream
-Football
-Eating Healthy
-Football
-Exercise
-Football
-Being Happy
-Football
-Football
-Even More Football
Ambitions:
-Doesn't know it yet, but he really wants to come to terms with his past. He doesn't blame anyone but himself and he forgave his father long ago, but running from his problems is really pushing him further away from achieving that all-time happiness.
-Just finding something that makes him happy and just doing what he loves.
Objects Kept in Bag:
-Doesn't Carry Much
-Regular School Supplies
-Towels
-A Lot of Water Bottles for him and his students (I don't care that they can use a water fountain)
-Extra Clothes/Gym Clothes
-Extra Pair of Sneakers
Talents:
-Really Good at Sports in General; But Beyond Exceptional at Football
-Good at Strategizing in Sports
-Can't Pick Up Sports Immediately, But Can Understand and Perceive Them At an Abnormal Speed
-Ballet
Flaws:
-Oblivious... In General (Who the hell is Justine Bieber? Does she like... write books or stuff?)
-Attention Deficit... Something Or Other (What's that? No, I mean what's that over there? Hey! How are you?!)
-Incapable of Lying (I can lie some... times? I guess. No. Yeah... I can't. I'm sorry.)
-Unable to Face The Past (...)
-Unable to Face His Own Problems (Wh-what problems?)
-Hidden Berserk Button (It's deep, deep, deeeeep down inside there, but if you press that button... the only solution is death.)
-Incredibly Forgetful (There was something that I forgot to turn off before I left. It was either the oven or the stove or both....)
-Unable to Accept Traumatic Events (I don't want to talk about it. That's where we'll leave it.)
-Sewed On Rose-Colored Glasses (Sewed on? What? I thought this was how everyone viewed the world. You're telling me the world isn't naturally rose-colored? Not even close?! Bullshit)
-Guilt Complex (Yeah, all that shit is my fault. It doesn't matter how it happened or who did it; I was the reason everything went to shit.)
-Extreme Denial (The world is a good place; there are no evil people. Some people are just misunderstood.)
-Blood in the Water (I feel like people just don't like me sometimes. I wonder why...)
Strengths:
-Resilience (I remember there being a certain idiom or something for this exact situation.)
-Glass is ALWAYS Half Full (The world is alright, but let's make it better.)
-Super Athletic (I didn't get to the big leagues on luck alone.)
-Always There To Help (I've got two hands and all the time in the world.)
-The Gentleman (Lemme get that for you.)
-No Such Thing as Inherent Evil/Always a Turning Point ("Bad" people are people all the same. They just have a funny way of asking for help.)
-Great Listener (All ears, sweetheart.)
-Put on a Happy Face (Brush off the clouds and cheer up; put on a happy face. Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy, it's not your style. You'll look so good that you'll be glad
ya' decide to smile!)
-Amicable (You know who else likes warm hugs?)
-Actually Pretty Insightful (Just because I play sports and probably have had more concussions than your average person, doesn't mean I can't give good advice.)
-Lover of All Things (Some people just need longer hugs.)
-Determined and Persistent (And some people just need a healthy and consistent dose of TLC.)
Email, blog, twitter:
Email:
jaylpierce@yahoo.com
jaypierece@caelbury.edu.com
Twitter:
@bluejaypup
Instagram:
mockingjaypup (mockingjay was taken. Damn Hunger Games Fans)
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem"
If there's anyone who cares more about the way they look, it probably has to be Jaycen. You always gotta look good doing the things you love. It's just a wonder he gets anything done in the middle of his routines and exercises. He might just be lucky with the jobs he's been given as of late. His jobs require him to focus on the top, most rigorous physical conditioning, work outs, and diets that an average person would probably keel over and die from, just out of pure exhaustion. Though, he isn't a bodybuilder by any means, his athletic form and physique are the best anyone could hope to get and he likes to keep it that way. Plus, what's not to look about a good physique? And those eyes and that hair, it all just pieces itself together. So much so, that Jay could come in in a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt and still get enough stares to make an introvert run to the nearest corner and cry. Though, he does like to keep fashionably sound, even if that's just a pair of comfy jeans, some sneakers, and a maybe a nice flannel or polo. Among the later years of his life, he's certainly done less work with his hair going into PR stunts or fundraisers or whatever had him dressed to impressed than he has at Caelbury. Something about all those damn students looking so polished and pristine really hits in that self-conscious spot, so not only has he upped his actual fashion sense, but he's also been paying more attention to the way his face and hair looks. It's usually slightly gelled up, parted at the side and given a regal swoop just over his brows.
Aside from that, he's not the type of individual who holds that above anyone else, in spite of his air of confidence. There's just something about him that screams, 'I couldn't harm a fly,' and it definitely shows in the way he holds himself. Stark blue eyes are unnervingly gentle and look mostly as if they're slightly glazed over and almost wondering what exactly to do. He seems, out of everyone in the school, including students, to be among the most innocent people that could walk the face of the earth, like he hasn't seen or heard a lick of bad things about the world around him. It's evident on the perpetual smile on his face and the general airiness about him. At first glance, he's an imposing figure, radiating confidence. Double take, and he's just a little kid inside a six foot giant of a body, in the way he acts, in the way he talks, in the way he casually takes in his surrounding as if there's some kind of hidden wonderment about to pop out.
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,"
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
Jaycen takes that and cranks it up to eleven. The world can't be cruel, or harsh, or terrible like people make it out to be and that's not because he's ran into a bit of luck through his years. Jaycen has been through some damn tough times, but his view of the world has yet to change and it won't. Someone like him, it would be impossible to exist if he didn't view people and situations in the light that he does. Everyone's redeemable, no matter what they do; you can always forgive someone and mean it, too. Whatever happens to him, however bad, he always seems to manage to turn around and smile, no matter how much time it took for him to do so. Sure, things can get him down, but they don't keep him down. He's exceptionally resilient and it's obvious in the way he acts. Jaycen is childish, innocent in the purest way, and free as an individual because of it.
Of course, contrary to popular belief, his personality doesn't gather a crowd of friends and like-minded individuals. It doesn't convince others that he's right, though that part he doesn't really care for. It just makes him an unbelievably happy individual and that can irritate more people than one would initially think. He can't take serious situations the way he should and he can't handle something dire with the tact and stoicism it requires. Jaycen isn't built like that and he often becomes a target for other people to bring down. And yeah, they can succeed in bringing him down, but Jaycen never stays down and people often get tired of his attitude regardless of their view on him. He finds himself alone a lot and vying for himself, which affects him more than people care to think. Everyone only sees the surface when they meet Jaycen and the surface seems to be the only thing that he gives them. To be honest, it's just the loudest thing about him and people often mistake that for idiocy, naivety, obliviousness, and ultimately a shallow personality.
But, Jaycen would want nothing more than to show people who he is on the inside. Sure, every bit of that bright, sunshiny demeanor is a part of Jaycen in every way imaginable, but it's not the only thing about him. Jaycen views the world the way he does for a reason. Where people cry out in more direct ways, Jaycen's pain is a little off center and he shows that in the way he acts. It's misinterpreted about a hundred percent of the time, though. Jaycen can't see the world or what it is because he's purposefully blinded himself. His past is full of shit he doesn't want to see, refuses to acknowledge and, don't get him wrong, it's not a bad thing to see the brightness in the world, but when someone uses that as an excuse to escape their past, then that's where it crosses the line. That's what Jaycen does and it's become a habit and become something he can't necessarily control anymore. He truly believed that if he remembered everything that happened to him, then his life would crumble and he wouldn't see any other means of dealing with it that didn't lead to him succumbing to his turmoil. But, this act isn't really an act, just a means to cover something he can't look at. Jaycen, regardless of his past, would have become this bright, oblivious individual no matter what, but it would never have been as intense without his issues and sorrows. There is a person under that bright demeanor, who's still bright, but who's just scared and a coward when it comes to himself. He's an ordinary person beneath the glasses. The glasses just amplify his optimism to an ingratiating degree.
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-"
Further WARNING: Implied domestic violence and rape. Technically implied murder. I do cut off bits and parts before it oversteps some boundaries, but it is still implied. There is nothing graphic; everything is implied, though. To imply or not to imply, that is the question. Which leads to: to get banned or not to get banned? Plus, I'm not the type of person to even be descriptive when it comes to a subject like that. I don't like the subject and this is the first time I even hinted at it in an RP. This will probably be the last because I felt so much pain writing it. I mean, I wrote it and I don't regret that... I just, you know, didn't like the parts and bits where all that happened. =( But, this isn't a character that is supposed to have a happy past, so I'm not changing it (unless Mizuho tells me to).
I also want to say that this is not a catalyst for you to argue whether or not the husband should have gotten tortured or further punished, and whether or not Jaycen should have done something. This is also not a catalyst to bring personal and political matters revolving around rape and domestic abuse into the OOC, as I'm sure Mizuho doesn't want to deal with that shit going up into flames. This is a long warning, but I ramble and I think it's necessary. We all agree rape is a heinous crime and we all think people (male and female) who abuse their husbands or wives are asshole cowards. That's where the conversation stops. There is no room for argument.
"Family... family is everything."
Why is it so hard to say that?
Why does it become difficult to remember?
Why is everything hazed and hard to discern?
Why are you even digging this far to begin with?
Hatred leads a man to do things he would regret for the rest of his nonexistent life that cascades into death and into infinity. The past is locked for a reason and you swallowed the key so long ago, you forgot just where you hid it. Your heart is too vulnerable. Your mind... your mind is another matter altogether. So where is it? Why is it so deep inside that you suddenly give up every time the idea crosses your mind? What happened that shoved it so far back in the first place? The mention of a name leaves you in a curled up ball in the corner; a helpless child with no one to hold onto.
But here, in your drunken stupor, the liquor bottle just about empty—drink that last bit and you'll remember for tonight. Don't you dare say I didn't warn you.
She was beauty in the daylight, in the moonlight, in whatever light or non-light cast upon her. Hazelnut and the smell of freshly picked strawberries in her hair—hair that cascaded down in wavy tufts to gently caress the baby in her arms, or the man in her lap, or the father dying in the hospital bed below her. Her tears brought the world to its knees and her smile fixed everything. Her kisses were as tender as the daylight and held whispers of sweet promises and marriage vows and maternal coos of soft lullabies. Her eyes blue orbs of wonderment and hope, of grace and the sky. She moved like the air was her flowing gown in the hot summer breeze, giving that knowing glance back to beckon and wave.
This was... this was difficult.
She was the tension in the sky, the silver lining in the cloud, and the breeze in the blistering July afternoon. She was a day and a night, the sun and the moon to watch and guide and no one questioned it because it just was. What was couldn't be changed. What was wasn't meant to be scrutinized. She was the mother everyone wanted, the wife those men at the poker table always crooned for. She was that old grandmother in the rocking chair out on the porch, watching the sunset with a husband so undeserving, with a grandchild in her lap and her son standing watch overhead. She was... everything.
She was everything.
She was his anchor and the only thing that kept the monsters at bay.
She was his mother.
And in her arms a little girl. A precious five year old with the whole wide world ahead of her. Where her cries were ones of joy and where her tears were ones of pity and sympathy. Her hugs felt like pockets of sunshine that floated away like dandelions. Her mind so oblivious to the world around her. The way her toes pointed inward when she walked, just like a tiny, adorable pigeon. And she cooed like one to, and would always find away to be just like her mother. Laid a head upon her lap. Sang in that sweet soprano of hers. Didn't know a lick of what she was saying, but it still meant something. Still meant something...
It still meant everything.
It still soothed him like it always would.
A little girls mindless ruminations turned into words that could never be interpreted, but still meant something to her and still meant something to him.
She was a precious child to be protected.
She was his sister.
And they died.
They died like dogs. They died like no one remembered what they'd had done. They died like no one could seem to see them the way they used to.
But why?
That's the exact thing he wanted to forget. To run away from. He left her and he left him and he left them. He killed her, didn't he? He was the reason they couldn't breath anymore. He was the reason she wouldn't live to see her son become the star she knew and cherished. He was the reason she would grow up to become a lawyer, a veterinarian, a doctor, a singer, an actress. He was the reason she wouldn't be able to shout at the announcers because they were badgering her little boy, her copy cat of a daughter shouting unintelligible insults along with her.
That's how he's always seen it; he was the cause and now he had to run from it all.
So, if he had a mother and a sister. What of his father?
That man, to him, was just misunderstood. One day he just stopped. One day he just crashed. Snapped like a twig at the slightest gust of wind. Losing a job. Losing money. Losing the house and the car and the fucking dog, for that matter. About to get thrown to the streets like a damn stray. Losing a father and a mother to a scourge that plagued the world. Seeing a child he knew would do so much better than him. Seeing that kid would become a better man than he. And that little girl, so... so stunningly beautiful, just like her mother. That whore of a mother. That bitch who he knew eyed their bachelor neighbor like he was next in line. She'd run to him. He'd die on the streets. The only person he could rely on was himself and that damnable brother of his. That deadbeat. That junkie. That drunkard asshole. That shitbag he looked down on all those years and now? Well, now he was just like him, right? And why not embrace it? Why not just... break?
Sixteen.
Hometown College bound in two years.
Smiling bright and pretty.
Star athlete.
NFL Up and Comer.
Langley, Washington.
Middle-class, two-story home.
Middle of the Night.
That's where it all happened. When it all happened.
Self-loathing and broken, beat, left to dry on the road.
He came home with his brother in tow. He came home with a beer in his hands. He came home with his tie undone, shirt unbuttoned, and piss-stained paints. A spitting image of a ready to be homeless man. And she came out, smiling. And he came to her. Broke that fucking bottle over her head. Threw her to the couch. Did so many unspeakable things to her while she screamed. And he stood there. Watched it. Watched it while that fuck of an uncle touched him. That monster yelled at him. Told him not to touch his prized possession. His fucking trophy son. He didn't stop. Pulled down his pants and found a foot to his face. That beast tied her up, bruised her, beat her an inch away from her life. And then he brought that little girl of his down...
And that's where it got too painful. But he didn't cry. He didn't move from the base of the stairs. And they both died. They both bled and screamed and cried. And they were caught. And they were tried. And they were sentenced. And his father died. And his uncle died. And he was left alone again. With the key in his hand and the box of memories right in front of him.
So what did he do?
He locked it.
He threw it out.
Buried it deep.
Let the key slip into that deep abyss where he knew he'd never go down. Where he never could.
And life went on. Foster home. New parents. College so far from that... that place. That hell hole. And life went on. He forgot because he made himself forget. He let that shit die with his youth. He became the star they knew he would. He became an amalgamation of himself, his mother, and his sister. The bright innocence they all seemed to radiate and the confidence they undeniably had. And he hid in it. Hid inside all of those happy memories and forgot.
Saints All-Star QB.
Retired.
Steroids.
So many untruths.
And yet... he didn't care. People wanted him gone from the spotlight and he gladly left. He left like a coward. He left like that dreadful day. And he'd forget what happened again because that's the way it would always be. That's the way it was supposed to be.
"How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!"
—Reads comic books and watches movies religiously. (Cap'n America and Avengers are by far his favorite comics and movies)—
—He eats so healthy that it's hard to see him indulge in sweets. He doesn't drink, smoke, or anything of that caliber. If he gets stressed, he's got his work out routine to clear his mind. The only sweets he'll indulge in is any type of ice cream—
—Head Football Coach for Caelbury—
—Organizes sports events with the students. Does this as a volunteer 'cause he loves the fun of it and it's bonding time for him and his students!—
—He teaches regular P.E., but at Caelbury, he specializes in training Caelbury's top athletes. The school is a gateway to great colleges and many colleges give Caelbury special priority when picking from the group of hopefuls come senior year. It's Jay's job to keep them at the peak of their physical capacity and working hard in both academics and sports—
—BEFORE YOU ASK: Yes. He's Gay—
—Was actually drafted into the NFL just a year into his time in college (making him the youngest NFL star ever, I think). But, through a lot of hard work on his off-seasons, he managed to pull off graduating on-time and technically two semesters short. He got all his credits, so that's all that mattered. So, he spent 6 years in the NFL before finally retiring. Luckily, he went to college in Louisiana, where he played as QB for the university's collegiate football team. A few NFL scouts snatched him up after sidestepping a few boundaries and put him in the Saints—
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? "
—Edgar Allen Poe, 'A Dream Within a Dream'
Acacia Hawthorne:
"Aw, she's a sweetheart. I'd learn ice skating if it would help her out, ah well. She's a good kid."
A great, big bundle of joy. That's something Jaycen can connect with, right off the bat. But, having such a darker side himself, he feels more than just a friendly connection. Regardless of whether he knows it or not, Jaycen usually forms a deeper bond with people who have relatively the same issues as he does. He's drawn to Acacia, out of need for true understanding for the problems he's been running away from. Aside from that, Jaycen doesn't much know about the Hawthorne girl's own needs and issues, just that there's a gut feeling that she has them—everyone does.
Though, Jaycen is always there to help her condition and further improve her game on the ice. Does it seem like she'd make a career out of it? Probably not, but it doesn't hurt to have an outlet like a sport to keep all the demons at bay. Like all the other athletically inclined students, he's there to improve and them better.
Jacob Rockwell:
"Smart cookie. He's in that marine program; I'm certain I could get him into a sport or two, though.
Like Acacia, Jaycen is drawn towards Jacob, without real understanding as to why. The boy is extraordinarily smart and is miles and leagues above him in those categories, but he enjoys seeing what else he can do, aside from that. Jay doesn't try to push Jacob past his limits, but he's often there keeping him at the top of his game and focused on something other than what his inner demons are attempting to force out of him. Jay knows exactly what that's like and, even though he's has no inkling of what anyone's problems are, knows that it's best to have both a sound mind and a sound body and that's exactly what he's attempting to do with Jacob.
Vladimir Kalkovich:
"I don't understand how such a happy person could make such grungy, dark music. But, to each their own."
How many troubled people are there attending Caelbury?
Jaycen doesn't have much in common with Vlad, so the connection there is essentially only the ones buried deep inside. So, Jay does his best to at least talk to the kid, but other than that, he's probably just seen as any other teacher in the school. At least he tries, though. He enjoys listening to him play music, even if it's not his favorite type. There's a lot of musical talent at Caelbury and he understands that sometimes it's better not to push all that athleticism crap onto people who really don't need it.
Rayne McCutcheon:
"Aw, she doesn't do much in my class. Probably because she's never in it. She, uh, kinda needs this class before she graduates, though. I dunno. She does really good in her other classes; I wouldn't want to force her to stay another year just for P.E."
There's not a lot Jaycen can say about Rayne; she's never attended his classes before. However, he does spot her occasionally and even, on occasion, asks her why she skips gym, fully expecting the answer she spouts out. Huh, she's a bit of an extreme kid, but Jay can handle that. What she wants out of life she can't get from doing some stupid sport or running around acting stupid and Jay understands that. She's brilliant, though, and he lets it slide... but only if she allows him to help her test the waters a bit. Someone with that much rebellious energy must have some pent up stress and anger inside and Jay makes it known that he wants nothing more than to help her out with that. If he can find her a sport that lets her release every bit of that anger and frustration, then she can skip Phys. Ed. entirely. Really, though, how many sports are there that can accomplish that? Not many, and so it's not that much of a hassle to show up like once a week or something.
James McNamara:
"What a hot head. I've dealt with his kind before, all slick and cool and stuff. That's fun, but, I don't think charm can get you that far in life. I wonder if he can prove me wrong, though."
Jay is pretty indifferent about James. The kid likes his music and sports aren't for everyone, though that's not to say he's bad at any. There were plenty of people on his team who used to act like that and many got their asses chewed out for such careless attitudes. But, if it works for James, then what right does he have to butt in and tell him otherwise? Other than that, they're on even ground and act, more or less, like regular students and teachers should to one another.
Julie Scott:
"What a busy body. Shouldn't you slow down a bit?"
The only gal he lets take a few breaks every now and then. He spotted her one time down at the locally owned coffee shop making some complicated espresso and studying at the same time. The poor girl got coffee all over her textbook. She overworks herself entirely too much, and Jaycen gives her time in P.E. to simple catch a few winks in the middle of the day. P.E. is exhausting enough when you're both working a job and studying twenty-four/seven and now she has a social life? What is this? He made that mistake during college, taking courses way above his own level of intelligence that literally sapped the energy out of him. He nearly got kicked off the football team for that and ultimately had to drop a few of those classes to be able to operate and function properly. It took a whole two months to readjust his sleep schedule.
Cole Grimoire:
"Another ice skater. I don't think he appreciates flaunting his talent, though, which I can understand, but the kids really good."
If anyone knows what athletic talents look like, it's Jaycen, even if he has absolutely no experience in the sport. That's what's special about him. He can't pick up skating, or hockey, or golf like he can football, but knows exactly what it takes to be pro in any kind of sport and he knows exactly what technical things one needs to focus on to achieve the apex of their game. Cole has that ability, but lacks the drive to truly seize it and Jay's there to pick up all the pieces he missed and fix it all up for him. Sure, he probably couldn't skate like he did, but that wouldn't stop him from actually being able to analyze and improve his routines. But, it's understandable that someone like Cole needs something to keep him going, some kind of incentive to grasp from becoming something worth noting. Jaycen's goal, for him, is to find that.
August Marco:
"He pranked me a few times, but I got him back. Though, I, uh, I mistook pig's blood for maple syrup—don't ask how. I'm just glad this isn't a Stephen King novel."
If anyone's a terrible pranker, it's probably Jaycen. Either he goes overboard and steps past the line, or it blows up in his face. However, he enjoys having fun and enjoys August's happy-go-lucky nature. He's energetic and never boring and Jaycen takes advantage of that in his class room, gladly running all that energy out of him and putting it to good use in his class and he doesn't really think August has any qualms with that. Jay does his best to keep on the kid's good side, just to avoid any of his nastier pranks, though he's gotten caught in just a few of the kid's traps. After the pig's blood incident, both have completely stopped targeting each other. But, they do spend a lot of time together, regardless, due to August's rather top notch swimming ability. Sure, there's already a coach for swimming, but Jay specializes in more than just coaching. He's there to condition, to judge, to analyze, and to improve in a more intimate, meaningful way. He doesn't give the kid a play and tell him to practice that. He watches their form, their technique, and their raw talent up close and makes them change, gives them points to focus on, tells them what's wrong and how to fix it, gives them suggestions, and then takes all that and does even more with it.
Max Wallenberg:
"Quiet fellow and a bookworm, too. But, he does pretty swell in those giant rowboat things. Uh. I'll probably have to, though."
If there's one thing he doesn't necessarily know about, it's probably rowing. He went to college for football and the college he went to wasn't that prestigious, so sports like rowing or polo weren't provided. Of course, that won't stop him from learning how Max can better improve himself. For now, though, Jay acts more as a guide for conditioning and keeping Max healthy and fit. Other than that, he doesn't really know the kid much, but would definitely like to. He seems a lot different from the kids who have been thrown riches and have been born eating from plates of silver and gold. Whether it's just a phase or he really doesn't care for fame and fortune is up to Jay to find out.
Wren Sinclair:
"Catherine Sinclair? Like the actress? Ah, she's got the same dedication to staying healthy that I do. We get along great!"
Aw, if there's a student he gets along with the most, it's probably Wren and it's not because she's a famous movie star, either. He doesn't care about that. She's kind and fun and just an all around great time. Though, of course, he's mostly oblivious as to why she would take a liking to him other than the fact that she was possibly a fan of his. That was stretching it a bit far, but he doesn't tend to bite a gift horse in the mouth. He does his best to help Wren keep fit and keep her image and her clean slate. If anything, Wren seems like the best little sister he could ask for, and he treats her that way, even if he does tend to wave off the age difference and talk and react to her on the same level. Sometimes, he forgets that he's a teacher now, though Wren probably doesn't find too much issue with that.
She doesn't have a particular sport that she's vying for, but it doesn't hurt to have something to focus on. Plus, he likes to challenge Wren to do better for herself and her image.
Eliza Herring:
"I wonder... she looks like a tennis type gal. I like her, but she's not one to talk to me unless it pertains to class."
Eliza kinda just breezes through all that general education stuff, so she didn't bat an eyelash at Jaycen. It wasn't a surprising, seeing how determined she really looked, that she simply passed something as menial as P.E. over, but Jay knows it's more than just that. Of course, he'd really never be able to discern the girl's intention, it wouldn't hurt to at least try and help her out a little more, right? Whatever those intention may be, she's still a kid in high school. If it's more complicated than that, though, Jay would most likely let her be as she wouldn't deem him at all useful.
Yuki Sakurai:
"You know what I enjoy most? Getting gals and guys like Yuki to really suffer the bad end of Physical Education."
Rayne and Julie are one thing, but Yuki is something entirely different. Rayne and Julie have viable excuses to skip out on the physical education part of glass; he gave Rayne an ultimatum and Julie already exhausts herself enough, so pushing her would practically end up in a murder case. Yuki, on the other hand, simply just thinks she's better than the rest of the kids. Oh, that sweet girl charm doesn't work on Jaycen: he's been scorned plenty by guys like her, ready to switch into bitch mode the minute you do something remotely to go against them. So, what does Jay do? He makes her sweat all that crappy make up off. He makes her hate him and when she tries to drive a knife into his back like he knows she will, he'll do what he always does. He'll brush it off and skip merrily along into life. Girls like that need to realize that high school isn't just a stage for you to run around ruining other people's lives 'cause you just have some issues yourself. Oh, she'd get along with half of the teammates he played with in the locker room. High school gossip and antics just don't compare to testosterone filled brutes in a locker room.
Barney Smith:
"He tried to talk me into letting him sit the whole year out. I had him run the mile twice as much as the other students. Kid, you don't slack in Gym Class; I don't care if you have a silver tongue or not."
If there's a student who attempts to convince Jaycen that they have some kind of issue or they require special treatment and it's not obvious something is wrong upfront, the only punishment—after thorough background checking—is running two miles, instead of one. Barney is among those students. He had a forged doctor's note and everything, but forgot to mention that there really wasn't a doctor of that name aside from a few on the other side of the country. That shit doesn't slide in Jay's class. And you wanna tell him what for? If they enjoy another mile, some push ups, a few crunches, and some push ups, then good for them... if they don't, well maybe you should have thought it through before attempting to tell off a P.E. teacher.
Jack Riley:
"A football guy? A football guy?! Really?! Holy crap!"
The kid likes football and plays it pretty damn well. What else is there to say? It really shouldn't be a surprise that he pretty much adores Jack Riley, though he, of course, doesn't set him above any of his other students. But, seriously, four years with this kid? What kind of luck is that? Of course, he can't help but think there's just a little something off about him. At the moment, though, Jay's a bit too blinded by his immediate attraction to him... in a good way. In a non-sexual way. That was fast. Don't want to prematurely lose your job just yet, eh? Hey, you gotta admire a guy who doesn't try hard to look good, right? That's probably the football talking. Did he mention Jack plays football?
Ingrid Rushwood:
"She seems like a nice individual. Eh, I don't know her very well, though."
Eh, she does what is required of her in his class. He can't force all of his students to like and interact with him, though, can he? Maybe he can. No, that's probably illegal or something. Yeah, no, Jay doesn't really know much about her and respects her distance and privacy.
Alice Profit:
"The high kid? Why would you pop a joint during my class?
Jay, of all people, has really no experience with drugs aside from the occasional acetaminophen or ibuprofen or maybe something stronger for the muscles he pulls or the injuries he used to get. He only caught her once and only because the marijuana was rather strong and had a very potent smell, but that was enough to keep his eyes on her like a hawk during his classes. She doesn't leave his general vicinity or do anything sneaky with her hands while he's around, nor does she come to class higher than a mother fucking kite without him noticing. A few of his teammates used to do cocaine and ecstasy, which isn't really a surprise when it comes to rising stars and giant celebrities, but he realizes exactly what a high person both looks like and acts like. Alice doesn't get away with much, though he never catches her selling drugs outside of his classroom (she would be stupid to in front of a damn teacher), so he doesn't do much aside from making her sweat profusely.
Brenden Aldrin:
"Aw, hey, I love our new principal. What a fun guy. I wouldn't mind hangin' out with him often."
Having only arrived at Caelbury, Jay doesn't have much of an opinion about Brenden, other than that he looks like a pretty chill fellow. There is, however, that thing about having been an all-star quarterback for the New Orleans Saints, that Jay almost always forgets about. It's probably the one reason they don't talk 'cause Brenden seems too star struck by that fact. He seems to forget that, having only three or so years of retirement from the NFL doesn't quite make him a normal person, yet. Though, he seems keen on slipping into that mold as soon as possible. Brenden probably won't stop reminding him of the fact, however.
Hayden Hawthorne:
"I owe being here and a lot more to Mr. Hawthorne. He's a real nice guy and we actually go way back."
Being of relatively the same age, Jay and Hayden have known each other for some time through different circumstances, most of which were brought on by Hayden's father. In fact, the two had a 'thing' way back when that slipped out of intimate and sexual and into more buddies and long-time pals. It seems awfully weird when either looks back on it, but they weren't necessarily compatible enough to have a long lasting relationship anyways. But, aside from Alli, Hayden is one of Jaycen's better friends who more or less pulled him out of a rather sticky situation. If he needs anyone to confide in or just be near, Hayden will be there.
Flynn Zimmerman:
"I've seen him three times in the years I've been here and they've all been in meetings. Even then, it's really hard to notice him... he stares at me a lot, though. Kinda uncomfortable, but I dunno how to react to it."
There's not a lot of interaction between Jaycen and Flynn; it's a really one-sided relationship. There's this inkling feeling that Flynn probably uses him as some weird test subject. Every time Jay's caught him staring, it's always felt like he's looking past the surface, accounting for every tick and movement and piling them into a database where he can further examine them for later. It's kind of creepy, to be honest and Jay doesn't know whether to ignore it and let him do his thing, or confront him about it. Of course, it doesn't anger and upset Jay, but it does seem a little unnerving.
Alli Kendrick:
"Her and I? We're like two peas in a pod! I got her back and she's got mine."
If there's anyone Jaycen is closest to, it's probably Alli. And it's not 'cause she calls him her Puppy Dog either, or that she thinks of him as a little brother despite the extremely large age gap between them. Alli reminds him, most of all, of what his little sister could have been (aside from the obvious drug and party issues in the past; he would have put an immediate stop to that). If not for the brunette hair on his head, they'd surely look related, though he teases her that he'll get his hair dyed blonde as soon as he gets the confidence. They're both balls of sunshine looking for fun and Jaycen tends to provide Alli an anchor for her problems and issues. He's there when she needs him and vice versa. If there's anyone that can succeed in turning Alli's frown around, it's her Jay Pup, her Little Bro, her Best Bud. Whenever she needs a night to just let it all out, he's there at her doorstep with two giant buckets of Ben and Jerry's and the latest romantic comedy.
"Crack open the giant spoon drawer, Alli Cat!" he'd shout down the hallway, "We're getting chocolate wasted!"
And, if there's anyone Jaycen has the best chance of ever spilling out his own pot of secrets, it's probably Alli. It's only been a year or two since they've really known each other and it's evident that Alli is one of the people he trusts the most. Of course, all of the buddy-buddy attitudes and peas in a pod deal tends to rub people the wrong way. Not like, 'Oh, that's gross,' but in a way that people misinterpret their relationship. They're best of buds, but people twist it up and see 'em more as best friends with benefits, or even a couple, if they're particularly daring. But, Alli knows just where her relationship veers off toward with Jaycen and Jaycen the same, and both are perfectly happy with how they're molding their friendship. Honestly, Jay could care less what people think when they see the two, as long as they both are on the same page, then no harm, no foul! It's probably that Cheerleader/Jock stigma that tends to follow high school around and most people, at first glance, see Jaycen as a bonehead and Alli as just a high school cheerleader playing teacher. People awfully close to both know both are relatively untrue and even further from the truth.
Adira Huston:
"She's a stiff. Maybe she she should do some yoga."
There's not really much to say about Jay and Adira's relationship. They're on good terms, but they don't see each other often, especially since it's really hard to fall asleep in gym class and not get noticed by the actual teacher. But, also, Jay seems to be able to take care of himself pretty well and doesn't necessarily require the teacher's assistance in reigning in his kids. Most students generally like Jay anyways and often respect him.
Damien Lilly:
"He seems okay. A bit of a hazard, though."
Jaycen is a very carefree man, in general, but he isn't, by any means, careless. That's how he sees Damien and he feels the guys is practically a walking time bomb. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that, unless it puts students in harm's way. He hasn't made any nasty mistakes yet, but chemical compounds are too unstable to be messing around with the way he does. It sure as hell is fun, but safety, in situations like that, really do come first.
Saul Kirschenzweig:
"I help him a lot with his dieting, make sure he's eating the proper stuff for that heart condition. He's tried numerous times to get me to drink, though... I dunno, it's tempting."
The guy dances and that's a rigorous training session in itself. Plus, he sings and acts as well. One needs to be incredibly fit to have been able to preform the roles Saul has and it shows in the way the man has taken care of himself. Jay was incredibly young when he hit his Broadway stardom, so he didn't necessarily understand how great the man used to be, but respects him for it regardless. If there's anyone that acts more like a father figure to Jay, it's probably Saul, despite the fact that the man tries his damn hardest to get him in a bar. Jay can't sing worth crap, but dancing is another matter, though he'd never be able to make a career out of it and Saul definitely makes him look like a train wreck, but it's something that requires extreme physical fitness, so it's technically his forte. That aside, he enjoys Saul's company, even if the man is a bit aggressive and abrasive, though Jay is probably among the few who has seen him in his relaxed state of mind.
Seth Kabhsenuf:
"He seems like a bag of unfortunate mishaps, poor guy."
Seth's idea of the world and the way he views things are generally how Jay does, however, Jay finds more success in the matter and probably because he's found his blissful ignorance. Of course, looking at Seth, the man probably wouldn't be able to function the way Jay does and that's alright. They don't know each other much or talk to each other much, but Jay's a very friendly and approachable person, so that is more than bound to change as the years come and go.
Celia Honey:
"I haven't really heard much about her."
Jay's heard only good things about Celia, but hasn't probably introduced himself to her due to her absence the year he began teaching at Caelbury.
Jaycen Pierce:
"Aw, he's adorable."
Well, there's nothing really that hasn't been said about how Jay feels about himself. Sure, he's conflicted and he knows it somewhere deep down inside, but he's spent so many years inside of his own personal bubble that it's hard to come to terms with that. It's also difficult to come to terms with the bad things in the world and, where it's highly beneficial to look at things with a sense of hope and wonderment, it's also detrimental to run and hide from one's own problems. He looks at things with a glass half full, but when something threatens to turn that philosophy on its head, he's quick to fill the glass until it overflows and he can't realize what's what from what anymore.
Tori Hawthorne:
"Who's that? What? How am I supposed to know? Yes, yes I do live under a rock."
He really doesn't recognize many celebrities or heirs/heiresses. Jay's not a gossipy guy and doesn't read magazines or browse the internet trying to look up the latest scandal. It's hard to keep your private life private when you're famous, he knows that, but he doesn't really think it's right to go snooping around other people's things, trying to find dirt to throw on other people. It happened to him and it didn't feel good, but Jay knows that a lot of celebrities either bask in that glory and attention or really do hate it intensely. He happened to fall right in the middle and the scandal that happened to him really didn't affect him much, especially since the Vice Principal immediately came to him with a job offer afterwards.
Honestly, the only reason he knows a celebrity is if they starred in a movie he watched and he doesn't really watch many movies someone like Tori would be in, if she were an actress. Is she an actress? Wren was a special case 'cause she happened to star in a romantic comedy and he quite enjoyed her performance. However, someone like Tori, or the rest of the Hawthornes or Herrings or Sinclairs for that matter, really don't show up on his radar unless they're directly involved in his life. Wren, Acacia, and Hayden are the few that are and maybe Tori will be too, who knows? Jay really only knows that Hayden and Acacia have a shit ton of siblings and he leaves at that.
Liam Matthews:
"New guy, eh? I used to be a new guy. Well, we all have. Uh. He seems really conflicted, like he's kinda throwing his own pity party most of the time. Sad guy."
Uh, he just met him! But, from the way the guy carries himself, he obviously looks as if he doesn't really want to be any where near other people and would rather be wallowing off into his own corner to sulk. At least, that's the vibe he gave off to Jay. Jay isn't the most perceptive of beings, but he can't deny something that slaps him in the face.
Name:
Jaycen Landon Pierce
Nickname:
Jay
Jayce
Jay Pup
Pup
Sex:
Male
Righty or Lefty:
Ambidextrous
Age:
26
Birthday:
July 15th, 1988
Height:
6'0"
Weight:
289 lbs.
Eye Color:
Blue
Hair Color:
Brunette
Physical Traits:
A tall specimen, Jaycen is extremely well built, as is natural for a person of his talents, and makes it well known as it's kinda obvious. A bubbly air fully of pent up energy, very akin to a puppy dog; his face is no exception to the comparison. With large, blue, curious eyes and an always eager look, many people understand why anyone would even think to associate him with a puppy. A strong jawline either clean shaven or heavily fuzzed, it outlines his strong, defined features quite nicely, adding a look of determination and pride to that eager face. However, there's nothing at all intimidating about Jaycen's slightly above average musculature, simply because of the way he holds himself. Anyone who gives Jaycen a once over immediately gets the feeling that the man would rather tackle hug you than straight on charge you into the ground. It's evident in the gentle curiosity in his eyes and the amicable smile he always keeps on his face. The way he speaks, with his low timber, almost bass tone, held at a comfortable decibel, seems more inviting than fearsome, though his words come out like they have somewhere to be, riling his and other's energy up the more he talks, and he's talkative.
Parents:
Helena Anna Louise Reinhardt (Mother; Deceased)
Rodney Robert Reinhardt (Father; Deceased; Convicted Felon)
Catherine Alana Pierce (Foster Mother)
George Hubert Pierce (Foster Father)
Siblings:
Rosalind Loraine Reinhardt (Sister; Deceased)
Marital Status:
Single
Sexuality:
Homosexual (Though the majority of people assume he is Heterosexual...)
Other Relatives:
Amber Lin Reinhardt (Paternal Grandmother; Deceased)
Daniel Christopher Reinhardt (Paternal Grandfather; Deceased)
Bernard Anderson Reinhardt (Paternal Uncle; Deceased; Convicted Felon)
Cecelia Heather Reinhardt-Broudkowski (Paternal Aunt)
Maternal side of the family never really kept in touch.
Friends:
Pretty much everyone
Enemies:
Oblivious to most enemies... if he has any?
Relationships:
Hayden Hawthorne (Past... uh... is lovers the right word?)
But yeah, no, none right now.
Religion:
Christian Catholic (not-practicing currently)/Agnostic/Scientology (No just kidding, ha... haha... that wasn't funny? :( )
Occupation:
Retired NFL QB for the New Orleans Saints
Currently Phys Ed. Teacher/Football Coach/Trainer at Caelbury Academy
Salary:
Doesn't use his money much for anything but necessities. Has just over a few hundred million from simply saving it in his bank account. The contracts issued by his team ranged from $20 million a year to $25 million a year, depending on his performance.
At the moment, he currently makes around $200k per year working at Caelbury.
Money Status:
Wealthy
Living Space:
For a thorough layout, see Hayden's Living Space section in his profile.
He's not keen on decorating, so it's not very lavish and is pretty much what the apartment came with in terms of furnishing. He did make sure to buy himself a king sized bed and the extra room is designed as his personal work out space, equipped with what he's determined the best. It's not much and he's only got a few vases and pictures of his foster family up around the house. Most of the pictures are of him and old friends, Alli and Hayden included.
Work Space:
The entire gym is his workspace. But, the school provides him with his own office not far from the gym, designed the way he likes it... minimal at best. It's got a regular wooden desk, a bookcase in the back, some of his past Saints stuff up just to keep it from seeming too bland. It's not much, but it's relatively quaint, though large enough for him and two others his size comfortably. It's got two regular chairs situated in front of his desk for students or anyone visiting. There's a picture of him and Alli at Disney World and an old picture of him and Hayden from awhile back all facing his side of the desk. Hayden hates the picture and insists he replaces it, while Alli loves her picture and wonders why Hayden hates his.
"You look cute with bed hair, Hayden! You shoulda smiled, though."
Fears:
-Remembering His Past
-Reliving His Past
-Losing His Friends and New Family
Secrets:
-His Whole Past is a Secret
-It's not really a secret but, he doesn't really share that he's gay with anyone but close friends, or people he shows interest in. He likes keeping his private life private.
IQ:
114
Food Preferences:
-Anything Healthy!
-Sushi
-Does indulge in Ice Cream During Romantic Movie Fridays with Alli
Book Preferences:
-Contrary to Popular Belief He Does like to Read
-Loves Kafka
-Loves Hemmingway
-Loves Poetry
-Comic Books (Marvel All the Way)
Music Preferences:
-Anything! Maybe not Rap, though
Movie Preferences:
-Anything in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (Includes stuff that Fox and crud make)
-Romantic Comedies
-27 Dresses and Bridesmaids are his absolute favorite
Journal entries:
-Doesn't Keep Journal Entries.
-Too ADD to be able to focus on remembering everything he's done that day or anything significant 'cause technically he thinks everything is significant
Hobbies:
-Football
-All Sports, Really
Pet Peeves:
-Nothing... Really. No Really, He's Hard to Annoy.
Attitude:
Well, there's nothing much to say aside from he's extremely bubbly, optimistic, and bright about 100% of the time. At home, though, he's often quiet and relaxed and with friends it depends on whether he's in public with them or just somewhere private. But, most of all, he's almost always in a happy mood.
Obsessions:
-Football
-Exercise
-Football
-Eating Healthy
-Football
-Exercise
-Ice Cream (Shhh)
-Football
-Having Fun
-Football
-Being Happy
-Football
-Football
-Uh... More Football?
Addictions:
-Football
-Ice Cream
-Football
-Eating Healthy
-Football
-Exercise
-Football
-Being Happy
-Football
-Football
-Even More Football
Ambitions:
-Doesn't know it yet, but he really wants to come to terms with his past. He doesn't blame anyone but himself and he forgave his father long ago, but running from his problems is really pushing him further away from achieving that all-time happiness.
-Just finding something that makes him happy and just doing what he loves.
Objects Kept in Bag:
-Doesn't Carry Much
-Regular School Supplies
-Towels
-A Lot of Water Bottles for him and his students (I don't care that they can use a water fountain)
-Extra Clothes/Gym Clothes
-Extra Pair of Sneakers
Talents:
-Really Good at Sports in General; But Beyond Exceptional at Football
-Good at Strategizing in Sports
-Can't Pick Up Sports Immediately, But Can Understand and Perceive Them At an Abnormal Speed
-Ballet
Flaws:
-Oblivious... In General (Who the hell is Justine Bieber? Does she like... write books or stuff?)
-Attention Deficit... Something Or Other (What's that? No, I mean what's that over there? Hey! How are you?!)
-Incapable of Lying (I can lie some... times? I guess. No. Yeah... I can't. I'm sorry.)
-Unable to Face The Past (...)
-Unable to Face His Own Problems (Wh-what problems?)
-Hidden Berserk Button (It's deep, deep, deeeeep down inside there, but if you press that button... the only solution is death.)
-Incredibly Forgetful (There was something that I forgot to turn off before I left. It was either the oven or the stove or both....)
-Unable to Accept Traumatic Events (I don't want to talk about it. That's where we'll leave it.)
-Sewed On Rose-Colored Glasses (Sewed on? What? I thought this was how everyone viewed the world. You're telling me the world isn't naturally rose-colored? Not even close?! Bullshit)
-Guilt Complex (Yeah, all that shit is my fault. It doesn't matter how it happened or who did it; I was the reason everything went to shit.)
-Extreme Denial (The world is a good place; there are no evil people. Some people are just misunderstood.)
-Blood in the Water (I feel like people just don't like me sometimes. I wonder why...)
Strengths:
-Resilience (I remember there being a certain idiom or something for this exact situation.)
-Glass is ALWAYS Half Full (The world is alright, but let's make it better.)
-Super Athletic (I didn't get to the big leagues on luck alone.)
-Always There To Help (I've got two hands and all the time in the world.)
-The Gentleman (Lemme get that for you.)
-No Such Thing as Inherent Evil/Always a Turning Point ("Bad" people are people all the same. They just have a funny way of asking for help.)
-Great Listener (All ears, sweetheart.)
-Put on a Happy Face (Brush off the clouds and cheer up; put on a happy face. Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy, it's not your style. You'll look so good that you'll be glad
ya' decide to smile!)
-Amicable (You know who else likes warm hugs?)
-Actually Pretty Insightful (Just because I play sports and probably have had more concussions than your average person, doesn't mean I can't give good advice.)
-Lover of All Things (Some people just need longer hugs.)
-Determined and Persistent (And some people just need a healthy and consistent dose of TLC.)
Email:
jaylpierce@yahoo.com
jaypierece@caelbury.edu.com
Twitter:
@bluejaypup
Instagram:
mockingjaypup (mockingjay was taken. Damn Hunger Games Fans)
