*casually slides in*
“Insert a character quote here.”
-Author
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|Nickname|
|Birth Date|
|Age|
|Gender|
|Sexuality|
|In Depth Appearance|
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
|Likes & Dislikes|
|Hobbies|
|Habits|
|Fears|
|Personality|
|History|
|Family|
|Theme Song|
|Power Name|
|Power Description|
|Abilities|
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“Insert a character quote here.”
-Author
The Basics
|Name|
Jesse James Callaghan
|Nickname|
Jess - A simple, if rather unnecessary diminutive of his first name. He’s not a big fan of this one, mostly because he thinks Jesse is already short enough. Could people get any lazier?
J.J. - A combination of his first and middle name, pretty self-explanatory.
J.J. - A combination of his first and middle name, pretty self-explanatory.
|Birth Date|
6th December, 1997
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
In The Mirror
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at a mere 5’9”, and weighing in at around 140 pounds, it’s safe to say that Jesse isn’t exactly the most imposing of figures. It doesn’t help that he never stands up straight, either. His posture is terrible; shoulders rolled forward, knees bent, hands inside his pockets. No matter how many hours of sleep he gets a night, it’s always fitful, as evident by the dark circles under his watery, blue eyes. There is an unhealthy pallor to his skin, marred with fading bruises and abrasions. This, combined with his mop of dirty blonde hair, gives him an overall appearance that can best be described as “washed out”. Unless he is comfortable in his surroundings, he is unsmiling, a seemingly permanent scowl darkening his features.
Jesse has chronically chapped lips, and the bridge of his nose is no longer quite straight, having been broken one too many times. His face is dusted with a light smattering of freckles, though they’re only visible upon closer inspection. It’s not something he’s self-conscious about, but his voice is a different story altogether. Most of the time, he tries speaks in a bored, tuneless monotone. Jesse doesn’t like raising his voice, even when he’s agitated, because he hates how he always sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, only worsening with anxiety. After all, it’s kind of hard for people to take you seriously when you sound like you’re about to start crying.
Jesse couldn’t care less about fashion, and he often looks like he just threw on whatever was clean. Most of his clothes hail from the neighbourhood thrift store - a lot of t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and washed-out jeans. They don’t fit that well, but he’s comfortable in them. He likes things a little baggy. As for his shoes, Jesse’s been wearing the same pair of Chucks for three years straight. He’s pretty sure they used to be black, but they’ve since faded into an ugly, mottled grey.
Jesse has chronically chapped lips, and the bridge of his nose is no longer quite straight, having been broken one too many times. His face is dusted with a light smattering of freckles, though they’re only visible upon closer inspection. It’s not something he’s self-conscious about, but his voice is a different story altogether. Most of the time, he tries speaks in a bored, tuneless monotone. Jesse doesn’t like raising his voice, even when he’s agitated, because he hates how he always sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, only worsening with anxiety. After all, it’s kind of hard for people to take you seriously when you sound like you’re about to start crying.
Jesse couldn’t care less about fashion, and he often looks like he just threw on whatever was clean. Most of his clothes hail from the neighbourhood thrift store - a lot of t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and washed-out jeans. They don’t fit that well, but he’s comfortable in them. He likes things a little baggy. As for his shoes, Jesse’s been wearing the same pair of Chucks for three years straight. He’s pretty sure they used to be black, but they’ve since faded into an ugly, mottled grey.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jesse has more scars than he can count, though they’re mostly rather superficial; all scabbed-over cuts and purpling bruises from getting into one too many schoolyard scraps. There is, however, a particularly obvious one on his right forearm, about two or three inches long. If anyone asks, fuck off or a shoddy lie about a fifth grade biking accident are the only answers he’ll give. In truth, it was a souvenir from his mother’s ex-boyfriend, when he’d gotten his arm broken for talking back.
Getting to Know Me
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Han Solo
✔Sci-Fi
✔Comic Books
✔Photography
✔Grunge
✔French Fries
✔Dogs
✔Raspberry 7 Up
✘Coffee
✘Vapers
✘The Simpsons
✘Okra
✘Mathematics
✘Republicans
✘Loud Noises
✘Bigotry
✔Sci-Fi
✔Comic Books
✔Photography
✔Grunge
✔French Fries
✔Dogs
✔Raspberry 7 Up
✘Coffee
✘Vapers
✘The Simpsons
✘Okra
✘Mathematics
✘Republicans
✘Loud Noises
✘Bigotry
|Hobbies|
|Habits|
- Jesse picks at his scabs a lot. It’s a habit that drives his mom crazy, and while he’s tried putting bandaids on them, there’s not much else he can do when he inevitably peels them off.
- He’s a nail-biter, no two ways about it. If he’s in a situation where he can’t claw open his scars, you’ll be sure to find him gnawing away at his fingernails.
- Jesse is mildly anemic, and he often finds himself craving ice. Suffice to say, he always eats the ice-cubes sitting at the bottom of the cup after he finishes a drink. Who cares about teeth sensitivity, am I right?
|Fears|
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Delving Deeper
|Personality|
♦ Responsible ♦ Dedicated ♦ Restless ♦ Stubborn ♦
A recluse by nature, Jesse does not often associate with his peers. At social events, he is withdrawn and quiet, preferring to hover on the fringes of conversation without actually partaking. When he does decide to speak up, however, “abrasive” is really the only word that can be used to describe him. Inwardly self-destructive and outwardly misanthropic, people often find themselves put off by his hostility. He doesn’t abide by the rules, he doesn’t play fairly, and he certainly doesn’t let anyone think they can get one up on him. Jesse likes to pretend he’s hot shit, but when faced with truly confident or successful people, he can become flustered and defensive, lashing out with increasingly nonsensical insults.
If he likes something, chances are he’ll let you know it, and if he doesn’t - well, he’s never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter as well. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not. Jesse is hard to like, much less to love, but underneath the layers of barbed distrust and anger, lies a deeply frustrated young man. That being said, one of Jesse’s defining traits is his volatility, and suffice to say, he has a terrible habit of mouthing off and getting his ass kicked.
It’s easy to peg him for a textbook case of Small Dog Syndrome, since he’s the kind of guy who’d rather start throwing punches than hash things out; and in most cases, this trope proves to be true. Still, he isn’t purposefully malicious, he just doesn’t like feeling vulnerable. Caustic sarcasm is Jesse’s go-to way of deflecting attention from his innermost angst, the majority of it stemming from his abandonment issues. And while it might be hard to believe, he does, however, have a soft side; it’s just buried under layers and layers of sardonicism. If you do manage to find a friend in Jesse, however, rest assured he’ll go to the ends of the Earth for you, and he’ll always having your back, even when you’re in the wrong.
If he likes something, chances are he’ll let you know it, and if he doesn’t - well, he’s never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter as well. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not. Jesse is hard to like, much less to love, but underneath the layers of barbed distrust and anger, lies a deeply frustrated young man. That being said, one of Jesse’s defining traits is his volatility, and suffice to say, he has a terrible habit of mouthing off and getting his ass kicked.
It’s easy to peg him for a textbook case of Small Dog Syndrome, since he’s the kind of guy who’d rather start throwing punches than hash things out; and in most cases, this trope proves to be true. Still, he isn’t purposefully malicious, he just doesn’t like feeling vulnerable. Caustic sarcasm is Jesse’s go-to way of deflecting attention from his innermost angst, the majority of it stemming from his abandonment issues. And while it might be hard to believe, he does, however, have a soft side; it’s just buried under layers and layers of sardonicism. If you do manage to find a friend in Jesse, however, rest assured he’ll go to the ends of the Earth for you, and he’ll always having your back, even when you’re in the wrong.
|History|
At least two paragraphs detailing your character’s past.
|Family|
|Theme Song|
Semi-Automatic - twenty one pilots
”The horrors of the night melt away
Under the warm glow of survival of the day
Then we move on
My shadow grows taller along with my fears
And my frame shrinks smaller as night grows near.”
”The horrors of the night melt away
Under the warm glow of survival of the day
Then we move on
My shadow grows taller along with my fears
And my frame shrinks smaller as night grows near.”
My Superpower
|Power Name|
|Power Description|
|Abilities|
|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
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