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I totally posted my character yesterday and never announced it, oops! Feel free to PM me about relationship details and definitely hit me up if you want your character to be the 7th grade bully mentioned in Jar's history - they could have a frenemy relationship now that it is like 4 years later and they're more grown up. Kthxbai!

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@FallenTrinity

His personality section does not look completely filled out. Also, there are some issues with the formatting being broken.

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Hello dearies,

Please do not continue post anything in the character's tab until you have a GM approved character sheet completed. It has stated this since this RP was published.

Thank you!
~Silent

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@FallenTrinity hey boo, can you perhaps not use black? It's very close to my character's color that I didn't reserve because I'm a turd and didn't think anyone else would pick it. Also, I'm very glad to have you here! I may or may not have hyped you up to my cogms. 0:)

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Jareth Wells

"Jar"

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║ Name ║

Jareth Michael Wells

║ Birthday & Age ║

March 13^th // Sixteen

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║

Male, unexplored/in denial/closeted bisexual

║ Other Labels ║

City Boy. Emo. Foster Kid. Rebel. Stoner. Troubled.

║ Occupation ║

Dishwasher at The Diner. The owner lets him play metal and screamo in the back, as long as it isn’t so loud that the customers can hear it. It’s a pretty good deal.

║ Appearance ║

One of the first things people notice about Jareth is his hair, which has been dyed a thick, inky black since before he even arrived at Westworth; no one at the high school even knows what it’s natural color is. It is obvious that Jareth cares a lot about what his mane looks like, as it is always blow-dried to a fluffy, soft texture, and then flat-ironed to perfection. The ebony fringe sits just above his black-rimmed silvery blue eyes, mostly out of his sight, but sometimes it covers his left eye when it is in need of a trim. These raven locks curtain a forehead that he himself considers to be too big for your average human and, like his natural hair color, few people have ever seen it.

A second notable - oftentimes jarring - bodily feature of Jareth is his physique. The sixteen year-old boy stands at a short five-foot-seven and weighs only around 120 pounds soaking wet. Jareth is thin…like, ‘holy shit does this kid even eat? … is he okay?!’ levels of thin. The answer to these questions is: yes, he does eat and, yes, he is actually very physically healthy. Jareth has always been small, falling behind his peers on both the average height and weight charts all throughout his childhood. These days he has more or less caught up to his classmates in height, but the combination of his vegetarian diet, love of morning runs, and natural metabolism keeps him impressively lean.

A final noteworthy point, perhaps the most prominent in a small town like Westworth, is Jareth’s look. In a sea of baggy blue jeans, flannel, and leather work boots, Jar sticks out more than a scarecrow in the fields. He is one of the few males in school with piercings: ¾ wooden gauges in both ears, a steel 14g ring in his left nostril, and steel spider bite-style rings set to the right side of his bottom lip. Jareth got the twin lip piercings freshman year and the rings have since chipped his right lateral incisor slightly, which does little to mar his beaming white smile on the rare occasions that he chooses to flash it. It isn’t that Jareth is constantly scowling, exactly, but he does always seem to be a little caught up in his thoughts, or sad… or just lost?

Staple clothing items in Jareth’s closet include painfully tight skinny jeans - often adorned with belts and chains that make it so you can always hear Jareth coming before you see him, and jackets - army style, canvas, or leather (fake, of course), sometimes even a combination. This is partially a style choice, but mostly a practical necessity, because he is always freezing. Only in the most roasting days of the summer will you catch Jareth wearing anything less than a dark long sleeved tee, at least. In addition to clothing, Jareth sports some rather unusual accessories, including multiple layered necklaces of varying lengths, which he switches out daily. Some are chains and others black cords, a few have pendants like a fake bullet, a dull-edged razor blade, or ironically worn crosses and rosaries. Lastly - but most important to Jareth - is a collection of multicolored bracelets that take up about 3 inches of his right wrist. The dingy strips of fabric, braided string, and beads were made for him by other kids in the Denver Children’s Home, his pre teenaged friends, and the bracelets hold deep sentimental value to Jareth. They will continue to remain on his wrist for as long as they will fit.

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"The crazier the kid, the tighter his pants.
Yeah, I'll start a revolution bringing Gothic back,
Got them marching like an army wearing black-on-black"

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║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Creative
• Goofy
• Loyal

The Negative:

• Egocentric
• Reserved
• Insubordinate

What You See:
It is easy to look at someone like Jareth and think that you know what they are like. At face value, he appears to be your average burnout stereotype, and in some ways he is. He smokes a lot of pot, lives for creating art and playing his guitar, and doesn’t seem to care about much else but living in the now. Jareth has never excelled in school, he scrapes by with average C grades and the occasional B if he finds the subject interesting enough. He maintains a healthy social life and fills his free time with parties, bonfires, camping trips in the woods, floating in the summertime, and boarding in the winter. At times he can be a little immature and wild, like he is trying to live out a happy childhood and his teenage years all at once… because, he kind of is, now that he has the ability to. Jar has a small group of tight friendships, a wide group of friendly acquaintances, and just a few people that he very obviously does not get along with. He doesn’t mind that people see him as violent, rebellious, or troubled, in fact, he encourages the ‘bad boy’ reputation he’s built up - it’s sexy, right?

What I Know:
Most of what you see? It’s a front - a finely crafted facade to cover a crumbling, unsteady foundation. Jareth has issues, a lot of them. Growing up in the children’s home and failed foster care accrued Jareth a laundry list of mental afflictions. Some, like the night terrors, dissolved in time. Others, like the depression, anxiety, and ODD, they require lifelong medication and therapy to cope with. Perhaps they too will go away, in time, at least the ODD is starting to. Currently, Jareth has found that a mix of SSRIs, music, sweet Colorado green, and required bi-weekly sessions to ‘talk about it’ is pretty much working for him. Surprisingly enough, he’s feeling more emotionally and mentally stable than he ever has. Though, if you ask him, he’ll still says this place is hell. Literal hell.

Those closest to Jareth know some of his story, but nobody knows absolutely everything. He keeps it hidden, locked inside as much as he can, afraid of driving people away with his burdens. He wants to be happy, to surround himself with lifelong friendships and to find real love, but he’s also scared. It’s not so much the friendships that are terrifying, but the love part. His twin fears of commitment and, ultimately, abandonment keep him from ever getting too attached to romantic partners. This is also the reason he chafes against his foster parents so much... if he dislikes them, it won’t hurt as much when they decide that they don’t want him anymore. Though, now that he is seventeen and mostly on track to graduate next year, these fears aren’t really holding up as much. The only one standing in the way of his own happiness is himself, and he is starting to see that.

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"The best music happens when you have a personal connection to it. That same philosophy can extend to the instrument you hold in your hands: if a guitar means something special, you're bound to do great things with it." - Frank Iero

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║ My Dreams ║

More than anything in the world, Jareth wants to make music. He can play the piano, guitar, sing, and keep a beat on a drumset. Right now it’s just a solo thing, he’s learning as much as he can, improving his craft and expressing himself. He’s singing and playing while alone. He’s singing and playing with friends. He’s singing and playing because he can’t not be singing and playing. But, someday he hopes to make a living doing what he is most passionate about - to join a band, or start one, but he definitely needs to get the fuck out of here!

║ Fears ║

☠ Commitment
☠ Not making it in the music industry
☠ Abandonment

║ Likes ║

✔ Music - making it and listening to it. Always.
✔ Art - especially reading and drawing comics
✔ Tattoos & Piercings - alternative fashion in general.
✔ Morning Runs
✔ Bonfires
✔ Parties
✔ Being drunk
✔ Getting high

║ Dislikes ║

✘ Animal cruelty
✘ Rednecks
✘ Corrupt government and politics
✘ His foster parents
✘ His biological parents
✘ Sports - the organized kind, gym class is still fun
✘ Homophobia

║ Brief History ║

Jareth was born to a drug addict groupie and some mystery musician. His teenaged birth mother gave him up for adoption immediately upon giving birth and, to this day, he hasn’t actually met her. It wasn’t one of those happy adoptions either, as his first set of ‘parents’ didn’t work out and, as such, he wound up in the foster care system. This lack of unconditional parental love or stability lead to behavioral problems throughout his childhood, which made finding a forever home all the more difficult. Jareth bounced from home to home - some families were too soft and kind to handle a ‘troubled kid’, and others were just plain abusive. All in all, he had a total of six failed placement homes.

When Brian and Charlotte McKinney stepped foot in the home, Jar had unknowingly met his match. The McKinney’s couldn’t have child of their own, so they sought out adoption facilities in nearby cities. When they arrived at the Denver Children’s Home, they were sure they would finally find a child to bring home… what they didn’t expect was for it to be a moody pre teen boy. Charlotte was and is a registered nurse, and Brian works as a correctional officer, both commute to Littleton and choose to live in Westworth because it is quaint and close to Char’s family. Charlotte’s professional background makes her empathetic, and Brian, well Brian is just a real fucking hard ass. Together, they wound up being the parents that Jareth needed - not the ones that he wanted, but the ones he needed, and still needs.

Jareth entered the Westworth seventh grade in January, already half way through the school year. He was the shiny new thing in one dull ass town, and the students were talking about his arrival before he even stepped foot in the doors. All elbows and knees (even more so then than he is now), with his unique style and long dyed hair, he was an immediate target for the redneck bully crowd. One towering giant - seriously, he was huge, and Jareth was pretty sure he didn’t belong in middle school, either - approached him on his first day and gave him a less than subtle once over. “Are you wearing makeup, City Boy?” he had said, laughing and encouraging his buddies to join in on the fun. Jar had been through this before, the whole new kid hazing process; Now was a defining moment, it was the first impression that would shape his reputation for the duration of his stay at Westworth, however short that might be. So, Jareth unapologetically looked the kid dead in the eyes, glaring in eerie silence, and then brushed past to walk by. “And bracelets too? Hey, don’t walk away from me, faggot!” he said and grabbed at his wrist.

That was it, like a switch flipped in Jareth’s brain from passive to aggressive in 0.2 seconds. Jar whirled around and clipped the kid hard in his jaw. His surprise was obvious, that a scrawny runt like this would even dare, but Jareth used this to his advantage and laid in with a second and third punch to a cheek and eye. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered. When his fists weren’t doing the damage he saw fit, Jareth reeled back and actually headbutted him right in the nose, it was savage. Blood poured from the homophobe’s nose and Jareth was left dazed with an angry red mark on his forehead. In this daze he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back from the bleeding kid. Jareth violently turned towards the source of touch and the blonde boy flinched and stepped back. Jar sneered something along the lines of back the fuck off before pushing his way through the crowd and towards the exit.

And so, Jareth made himself known at Westworth by getting nearly a week of out of school suspension on his first day and telling his now best friend to ‘fuck off’. Apparently, that wasn’t enough to scare little Remy. When Jareth arrived back at school the following week, most students gave him a wide berth in halls, although they never stopped their gossipy whispers. Remy, though, he hopped right up to Jareth - literally, it was like the kid had springs in his shoes - and asked him if he was okay. This was a weird question because, well, he wasn’t really the loser of that scuffle. The energetic blonde became Jareth’s unrequested, self-appointed guide to life in Westworth. It was through him that Jareth met his closest friends and found as much of a niche as he could for himself in this tiny town. He even convinced him to join the school band, fucking marching band. But it’s not so bad, life is good now, and getting better.

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║ Extra Curricular Activities & Sports ║

Percussionist in the marching band.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s quite enough school spirit for me, thank you!”

║ Reputation ║

Jareth is still known as the new transfer kid from the city… even though it’s been four years. His violent outburst in 7th grade keeps kids from messing with him, thinking that it’s best not to fuck with crazy. It's also pretty much agreed that when it comes to Westworth musicians, Jareth is the best around, often playing acoustic at local parties and events.

║ Best subjects, Worst subjects ║

Mediocre at most subjects for lack of effort and interest, good at art and music, horrid at math and chemistry.

║ Extra information ║

⚡️ Jar fiddles with his lip rings when he’s nervous, or thinking, or drawing. Really, he does it a lot, which explains the chipped tooth.
⚡️ Has been a vegetarian since they showed that awful documentary on animals in the food industry in 9th grade biology.
⚡️ Knows how to play classical piano, semi self-taught back in the Home.
⚡️ Is a teenage boy that surprisingly isn’t into video games.
⚡️ Sometimes he has really wacky dreams and likes to recreate them in a form of drawn comics.
⚡️ Jareth and Mariah dated briefly in ninth grade and have remained close friends ever since.
⚡️ Remy is his best friend, hands down. The Best.

CLOSED.

LOCATION — The Band Room {{aka the garage}} → Outdoors → Home Again
INTERACTIONS — Davy _{(@universorum)}, Ari _(@foxygen), and Jade _{(@Altered Tundra)}
TIME — Time to run away from it all.

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Somehow, some way, and at some time, a very drunken Jareth managed to make his way home from the party. After reuniting with Ari, the night had went as follows: get shitfaced enough to forget the entire evening. Mission success! Jar was currently snoring lightly on the lumpy band room couch, his head bent in an uncomfortable angle that encouraged drooling. Discomfort aside, he slept like the dead. Hell, he was halfway there anyway, with the amount he drank last night.

A startling buzz went off in his back pocket. Apparently he had been too far gone to struggle out of his skinnies before crashing last night… or this morning? Whatever it was. Jareth sleepily fought to retrieve the phone from the tight pocket. After a few failed swipes, he managed to unlock the screen and opened the text message. He blinked away the blurriness in his eyes enough to focus on the picture, mostly. It was of Davy and Elysia. Ely was sleeping with her head on Davy’s chest, and he looked straight up terrified. The caption read ‘h e l p’. The gravity of such a picture did not really settle into Jareth’s brain, he was still half asleep and felt like he had been hit by a truck last night. Once, maybe twice, at least.

Jar’s first and only reaction was to respond with a selfie of his own - sending a picture of his grumpy mug, lids still partially closed, eyes smeared with yesterday’s eyeliner, and his left hand lazily flipping off the camera. He dropped the phone after sending the reply and buried his face back into the couch cushion. It was no fluffy down pillow, but it would do just fine in this state. Jareth was just a few blinks away from returning to sweet blissful sleep when he remembered that this was the cushion that Erik sat on, and that boy made it a point to rip ass in this very spot almost every band practice. Disgusted, Jareth sat up quickly and scrunched his face.

Jareth had never been one to sleep in for very long, even if he was hungover as fuck. Now was as good a time as any to wake up, it’s not like sleeping would make him feel better. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes for a bit, unknowingly smearing his eyeliner even more. He stood up, probably a little too quickly, as his head began spinning and he nearly tripped over something. Looking down, it was evident that someone was a more apt description, as Ari was sleeping in a heap on the 70’s style shag carpet. Jareth supposed that made sense, he couldn’t remember coming home, but at least they both made it somewhere that was not in a ditch.

Zombie shuffling to the small half-bath attached to the garage, Jareth flicked on the lights and looked in the mirror cabinet that hung above the sink. The reflection that stared back spooked him. Damn. He looked like a raccoon that had been punched in both eyes, and then drowned for good measure. Jareth turned on the water and washed the makeup off as best he could before raking his fingers through his mess of hair - bits of glow paint still clumping it together. The combination of sea breeze and sleep had caused his high maintenance pin-straightened hair to curl up at the ends. That didn’t really matter, his morning run would making him sweat anyway, and that always wrecked his hair. He’d shower and properly coif when he got back.

Jareth quickly dressed in loose fitting silver basketball shorts, proper sneakers, and a black tank top, he looked like he was wearing a stranger’s clothes instead of his own. Most people never see him dressed like this, but running in skinnies isn’t very practical, or comfortable, or even healthy, most likely. Walking by a still sleeping Ari, Jareth nudged him lightly with his foot. No response.

“Hey!” he said before nudging again. Ari grunted in reply. “I’m going for a run, feel free to grab breakfast inside or whatever and scare the shit out of the fosters.” Jareth hardly ever referred to the McKinney’s as his parents, they were always addressed by their first names, or as ‘the fosters’ or ‘the ‘rents’, the last only being if he was in a good mood. With that message delivered, he popped in his earbuds and headed out. Ari knew the drill, ‘mi casa es tu casa’ and all that, though he would probably just snooze until Jareth got back.

Running sucked.

No, not just running in general. Truth be told, Jareth loved running, and did so almost every morning before school. Running while hungover, now that is what sucked. It was good, though, a healthy form of self flagellation to punish oneself for over-imbibing. It also helped with improving lung capacity - a coveted asset for singers - especially those who screamed. Thumping bass and screaming guitars encouraged Jareth to push through the workout.

Never one to run on boring, even ground, Jareth veered off into the woods along the side of the road. Leaves and sticks crackled underfoot as he sprinted between trees and jumped over tree roots and rocks as if they were hurdles. His iPod playlist switched from Killswitch Engage to Of Mice & Men to Pierce the Veil. He was desperately trying to recall what happened last night. It wasn’t until the last artist came on and Vic Fuentes was vocally lamenting love lost that the memory hit him like a freight train.

Jareth slowed his run to a halt and stood dumbfounded in the woods as if Jade had kissed him all over again. The entire night was a blur before blacking out, but that moment was crystal clear. Jar felt a pang in his stomach as he touched his lips subconsciously. What the fuck was that about? Well, there was only one way to find out. Like the complete lovesick idiot that he was, Jareth pulled out his phone and sent a text to the she-devil herself - whose name still regrettably had a smirk and heart emoji beside it in his phone contacts.

“What the fuck was that about last night?” he texted Jade, not bothering to fix her name in his phone. Perhaps it was laziness or perhaps, in some way, he was leaving it the way it was hopefully. It was stupid, letting her get close enough, falling for it, texting her like this now. It was all stupid, he knew that… but it didn’t stop him. Pain can be addicting.

Jar finished his run in silence, taking out his earbuds and instead focusing on his own musical plans. He had a lot of work ahead of him to get CrimSon ready for the battle of the bands. Jar had some new songs in the works, gatherings of lyrics and poetry that had yet to be paired with melodies or introduced to the band. Ari had seen them, Jareth didn’t really keep anything from him, he was good for bouncing ideas off of. Remembering what he had said to Ari last night after breaking away from Jade, Jareth was inspired to write the last verse.

Not so quietly arriving back, Jareth opened the garage door and let the sunlight pour into the makeshift band room. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and breathed heavily as he rifled through a desk for paper and something to write with. Ari stirred awake because of all the noise and light Jareth brought back with him from his run. It was probably good that he woke up now anyway. They had a shift at Pizza Hell in a few hours. Jareth distractedly said good morning, or something equivalent to it, as he scribbled out the lyrics from his brain and onto paper.

“Give me your hand
The departure of the thief and monster is far from over
But everything is gonna be just fine
Everything will be just fine
We live in fear and danger of them
Their delicate cheeks will turn to rotting flesh
One day women will all become monsters”
_{Actual Lyric Source: Chiodos}

He made scribbles and edits, removing words and replacing them before nodding and placing the pencil down. It was a good ending to a song that he started writing a few days after Jade had dumped him. The introduction and conclusion were pretty solid now, the middle chorus and bridge still needed work, and of course he needed Ari’s thoughts and talent to compose the guitar piece, but the song was really shaping up.

CLOSED.

@HushedWhispers

Definitely still interested, just going through some tough times personally. I have a post in process and hope to have it up sometime this weekend.

CLOSED.

I may have started working on a post tonight. ETA: unknown.

It's... progress. ><

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

No, I've been avoiding the guild. I don't think I am going to continue with this roleplay, but I am waiting until I mentally feel a little better to make that decision formally. :/

SoS: Semblance of Suburbia

Hello everyone. I'm sorry for my disappearance but real life emergencies cropped up and I was in no state to be here. But I'm back.

I'd still like to be part of this if you'll still have me.

@Fabricant451

OFC we'll still have you. Bae is always welcome. This is a slow going RP so far anyway. <3