Title: FROST, JACK
jack frost - July 7, 2007 02:09 AM (GMT)
JACK Amadeus FROST
[out of character]
Name;; peturr.
Age;; 16
Activity;;
Other;;
[this is a seasonal affair]
Nickname;; Jackie, Jackosaurous, Frost, Jacko, Dad, Daddy, Daddio. Mr. Frost.
Gender;; Male, and proven, five times.
Orientation;; Straight. Also proven.
Age;; 32
Birthdate;; January 15.
Occupation;; Psychoanalyst, Counsellor, Father of Five.
[watch those jaws drop]
Eye Colour;; Brown.
Hair Colour;; Brown.
Height;; 5’10’’
Weight;; 189 lbs.
Body Type;; Larger, muscled arms, flabby stomach.
Tattoos or Piercings;; Tattoos, all over. Piercings, none.
Scars;; No obvious ones. Mentally or physically?
Most Notable Feature;; His ever-changing emo hair, and tattoos.
Appearance;;
Not the most attractive man on earth, but definitely not too hard on the eyes. Jack has puppy-dog like brown eyes, that for the most part look soft and ordinary- and usually are. No special marking‘s about them, just one colour in his iris, and then a white for the rest. Though sometimes they tend to get a little red from being rubbed. Most of the time, they remain the same- and it’s very rare that they get angry, since when he is, he doesn’t show it in his looks, he normally just looks slightly disappointed. And when he’s happy, and laughing, his eyes close most of the way, and show the laugh lines he’s developed over the years- and every once in a while a pair of thickly rimmed rectangular glasses, covers them- his reading glasses, to tell you the truth. And next? His face. Another not so attractive part of his appearance, a slightly darker than pale color takes it‘s form as his skin. And he‘s been told that his face hold similarities to that of a monkey. Oh yes, a monkey- but he‘s fine with it, he can‘t change it and he‘s not all for getting plastic surgery, so he keeps it. And it‘s a nice distinguishing part of him. His face is fairly long, with a lengthily chin to match. It slowly narrows to a point, which makes his face take the shape of an ice cream cone. His lips, are the same colour as his skin, and often just blend in- though they‘re certainly big enough to kiss you well. His smile, is large, and takes up most of his face- though it‘s extremely encouraging, normally just his smile could make you laugh, since all he has is his words to bring the laughter about, they work well with him. Jack‘s face usually looks better when he has is mouth open, whether it be to stick his tongue out at you childishly, or just to yawn, he looks cuter than way.
His nose, is just another thing he doesn’t like about himself, having a diamond like shape- and being a little too long. He has no freckles, which- to him, is a disappointment, but he‘s accepted that too. He‘s usually clean shaven, though it means taking a razor to his face more than once a day. Now, onto his hair. Oh dear. Since the age of twelve, it‘s been in nearly the same style. Emo. Long, and some always coming into his eyes, his bangs- always slanted one way a bit. Its usually just the black it naturally grows as (though it‘s thinning a bit, so shhh…) but every once in a while he‘ll dye it a different colour, like red. But time is scarce for self pampering. Another one of his most noticeable features- would be the tattoos that cover his body. One, a bat-like thing, between his hips- and one of his arms is completely covered by them, and they make their way over onto the other arm. He‘s proud of them, and shows them off whenever he can- though he‘s nothing when it‘s comes to body. He isn‘t even what you‘d call thin. His arms, biceps etc. happen to be fairly defined- but the rest of him has gotten loose with age. He‘s tell you, no shame- he has a flat stomach, no abs. Though he used to try and work out enough to get some, he realised it was just his body type. He‘s not the tallest guy you‘ll see, standing at only five feet and eleven inches. But if you mess with his kids, he‘ll seem a lot larger. Of course, he‘s somewhat of a sissy, not being able to throw the best punches- and when it comes to fights, he‘s usually at the losing end. And he still hasn‘t quite grow up, when it comes to style. He still wears clothes like a kid- tight T-shirts, not caring that he has nothing to show off. If he finds s shirt that says something he likes, he‘ll get it. And he‘s into jackets, the thin tight kind- with a hoodie. He likes strips, and other strange patterns. Though, he‘s not scared to dress up if he needs to…
[birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder]
Loves;; Todd, Jared, Rastis, CJ, Cordell. Orange juice. His job. Being critical, and giving advice. Crunchy cheetos. Beavis and Butthead. The simple things in life. Nice backs. His sister, Cody… separate. Music, chicken. Getting tattoos.
Hates;; Todd, Jared, Rastis, CJ, Cordell - come on, what parent doesn’t? Anything pickled. The Matrix. Most animals. Back talk. His stomach. Getting old. Morning breath.
Fears;; For his children. For everyone he cares about. Getting his tongue stuck in a pop can. For the soldiers. Small dogs.
Habits;; Biting his nails, sticking his hands deep into his pockets- half eating his food and throwing out the rest. Picking his nose when nobody’s there… Raising his eyebrow.
Personality;;
Meet, Jack Frost. He’s not your normal guy, but then again- (just as he would say) define normal. He had the same teenage years as everyone else, feeling a little lost, and trying to make up for it with other things, to make it seem fuller. Lets start with him as a kid, right? The first thing that comes to mind, is intelligent. The little boy who actually knew that the square block, went in the square hole. A bright future, is what someone would tell you. He was always ahead in school, and he understood things the first time he heard them, and if he didn’t he’d have you repeated it until the facts stuck in his head. He was thinking about just what he wanted o be, when he was seven- and already had it decided by eight. He wowed the teachers with background information, from reading- though it was all to cover up what he didn’t understand. He wanted to understand, everything. Jack was always the one that thought ahead, whom never did anything if there was a good reason behind it. And the same for not doing things. He needed to have facts to pull out of his pocket and survey, which drove him insane, and made him feel a lot less intelligent than he happened to be. If he didn’t, he just wouldn’t decide. He’d sit there and raise his eyebrow at you, and wait for more information. If he didn’t get it, he’d leave. Even as a seven year old, he wouldn’t choose a hamburger without knowing all the health facts about it first. The voice of rhyme and reason, he never spoke without thinking about what he was to say first. Everything he said seemed to be a little out there for everyone else, since he had so many other variables wandering around in his head. He was used to getting weird looks, if he asked whether someone ate brown or white bread when they complained about their stomach hurting.
Everyone use to think he was overboard- that when he did things he did them too much, or if he liked things, he liked them too much… and he cared. He really did care what they thought, it mattered to him, especially his parents. If they thought he was weird, then his whole world would be a little off. He was no defiant child. Child, mind you. Up until around the age of twelve- the only trouble he ever caused, was from his friends and him being dragged into it, and then trying to make sure that they didn’t get caught, or injured. He was always calm, cool, collected and responsible. And really, you could use those words to describe him to this very day. He was never an excitable one, jumping around or climbing crazy poles- Jack’s the one, that will watch someone else doing that, and walk underneath them and catch them when they fall. Which he still does today, he’ll catch you and pull you up- making it look like you did it yourself, whenever you’re in trouble. He’s the boy that you can call up at four in the morning, crying that you don’t know where you are- who’ll talk to you, calm you down- make sure that you’re ohkay, then come down and pick you up with your help from landmarks. Reliable, is another good way to describe this boy. He was always that boy. But he’d never let himself get used. No matter what was going on, he would never let himself get hurt- which stopped, around the time Robyn left. He realised there were more people than himself to care about in the world. Which made his life, and job, a whole lot easier. He’s always been there for his sons, and made sure they have everything that they need- and unlike a lot of people, fatherhood really made him happy. It contented him, and put a purpose in his life- and that was all he was asking for, and all that he wanted. And once he had the boys in his life, he couldn’t imagine living without them, and letting Todd move out, was hard. He’s extremely protective, always telling you what’s best for you and doing it- whether it’s with force or not. And if sometimes force involved putting metal bars on your window, well… heh. You better hope you put those nail files under your bed, because he’s willing to do anything for the ones he loves, even if it seems like he’s hurting them.
He grew out of it, by the way- the caring what other people thought. The first day, he got a weird look for having a baby boy in his arms while he went for a walk, he just stopped. They didn’t understand. They just don’t understand what it’s like, they’re scared- so they lash out, or they disapprove, because they don’t understand how great it is. As his boys grew up, he got a lot more in touch with his silly side. Most people didn’t really think he had one before. But he most definitely does. He was the dad who did anything his kids wanted, if it meant that they’d so much as smile, because- them smiling, made him smile. And glow, and gleam with pride. He always let them express themselves how they wanted. Remember that father that would stuff celery in his mouth and do a walrus impression, just to get a laugh out of them. He’d have water balloon fits with them, and everything. If one of them wet themselves during bathroom training, he’d pour some water on himself too, just so they felt better. AKA, he gave up all manlihood for his kids. He rocked out to lame bands with them, or held up complete adult conversations with them- depending on which one was talking to him. And he knows they’ve made him a better person. Not to mention better at his job. If a kid’s nervous about coming, or just doesn’t want to talk about whatever they were sent there to talk about, he’ll just take them to the park- or to an ice cream store. And talk to them like a friend, because he knows- that most of the time all they need is a friend. Jack’s taken to singing loud, silly songs at the top of his lungs, whenever he sees one of his kids in the hall (other than Cordell, because he couldn’t handle that). Just to embarrass them, because- hey, what’s else in the world in funner as a father?
But, that’s not all that there is to this man. Here’s for the more serious stuff, frightening, I know- and you should think that. Because, with the studies of humans and everything they do, his psychoanalysis set mind, he could probably look at a guy and tell you a range of jobs he does, and the number of children he has. Spending time with people, is fun for him, and nervous as it makes him- because sometimes it’s better not to know about people. He’s extremely manipulative. Telling you one thing, to get you to do another- or saying one thing and having some deep meaning behind it without you having any idea. Playing with people, and their minds- use to be somewhat of a game to him. Of course, that game has come to an end, but- with all the girls he use to date, he’d spend some time with them, and start to be just the boy they’ve always dreamed about, whether it included sarcastic, or not- then sleep with them and few times, and break up. A heartless bastard, was exactly what he was. The sawn of the devil, playing with people, just to get what he wanted when really. He always nods, when people bring it up, and tell them he was wrong. He used to be all about getting laid, drugged up and those usual things… but he’s taken a new approach. And after all his analyzing, he figures he knows the meaning to life. You’ll have to ask him. But, the funniest thing? He’s a very emotional little boy. If he’s sad, or stressed- or it just seems like a time to cry… he cries. He can’t help it. And falling in love? He does it frequently. But, very few times is it ligament. With Katie? Very, very, legit.
FATHERLY.GIRLY.CARING.OPEN.
[an old man gave me a tip]
Family;; Todd Frost, Jared Frost, Rastis Frost, CJ Frost, Cordell Frost, Ronnie Frost.
Love Interests;; Katie Johnson, Robyn Whitlow, Christina Bones…
Other Involved Characters;; Any character that needs counselling/ anyone attached to his kids.
History;;
January fifteenth, around thirty two years ago, was an average day at the hospital, for the nurses. Just another delivery. Just another baby. But for the Frosts, it was their baby. Their baby boy. And they were overly excited. They were full of love for the boy, and for each other, and they had much more money than they knew what to do with. They spoiled him as a child, but taught him everything that was necessary for life- manners, and how to be a gentleman. They took time off their jobs for the most part (coming into their inheritance, allowed them to do this) to ensure that he had a good childhood, they were the kind of parents who played him Mozart in the womb, so that he‘d be smart. And they were convinced it worked, because even as a child, Jack had an obsession with literature. He‘d read a dictionary over and over, until he memorised just how to use each word. He was bound ‘for greatness’, as though stupid people like to categorise say. But, that was only until he met Cody and Finn. They changed his life forever. Most would say for the worse. He figures it was for the better. He met them, around kindergarten. And boy, did they change him. Even through school Jack was always the responsible one, telling them they shouldn‘t do this, and they shouldn‘t do that… He had always been the voice of reason. They got into the worse bits of trouble, and all of this was before they were teenagers- They were legends, though it was mostly Cody and Finn doing all the crazy stunts, Jack had a bit more sense than them to do them. He was the one who‘d, regretfully, distract the guard- or take their beer from them before they try jump off the building, or just the boy who pulled them back and told them the stunt would kill them. Talk about Mr.NoFun, eh? None the less, he was in on the legendary legacy that they were leaving.
And, it was through Cody- Jack got to know his sister. And in all honesty, Jack had a thing for her since they were about ten. Robyn, was everything he thought he wanted. He knew exactly what he was getting into, when he asked her out, and yet- they did it anyways. At that point, the boy had already started on drugs of all sorts, he experimented and tried whatever he felt like that day, and he always told himself ‘why not?’. From about the age twelve, to fourteen, he was in a rut- like most teens. A bit more than a small dab of depression was over him, which was where he started the his Emo phase, that hasn‘t ended to this day. He couldn‘t see a point to life, why were people even on earth, all they do is kill it anyways. And this was when he was dating Robyn, she (to him at least) seemed to be the only thing that ever made him happy. They were fourteen the first time they tried dating, and that around about the time that Todd was dropped off at Jack‘s door- And, at that point, Todd was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. He had a reason, to be there. He had a baby in his arms. But, it wasn‘t like that the first day. Nope. When the women dropped a week old Todd, she told Jack his birthday- and said that she‘d named him Todd, just like Jack had said his favourite name was. Jack swore loudly at her, and told her to get her ass back there, she was older- and what kind of person leaves a fourteen year old boy with a kid? Her, apparently. His parents, when they later found out- just smiled nervously. Realistically, they didn‘t know he was doing anything. But, they accepted it quietly. This, was only a few days after his baby sister was born. Oh, boy. Not to mention, Robyn had some news for him. What news? Rastis and Sunny news. That‘s what. Baby news.
His parents helped out and taught him everything they knew about kids, and taught him how to deal with diapers, showing him, using his sister- and Jack, was rather reluctant to accept fatherhood. But, do you know a fourteen year old boy who wouldn’t be? Finn and Cody laughed at him, for the most part- and helped out, here and there. But, the baby, made Jack think a lot more- think back to the life he was going to have, before any of this happened. He was still on the drugs, and they were still a big thing for him- and Robyn, suddenly laid it on him, that she was pregnant too. Oh yay, father of two, already. Joy. And over the months, (Jack made her live in his house) he did anything she wanted him to, and told her to stay calm, that they‘d turn out fine. And, of course- he found out that they were having twins, they both freaked. His responsible boy self, slowly coming back to him- He promised her, he‘d get a job. Which he did. He started taking night courses, to finish school early- and with the war raging on, he knew he could get a job as a counsellor easy- and it would ensure him staying here. So, that‘s exactly what he did. They were free to see other people, while they raised Rastis and Sunny, whom they‘d named accordingly. Everything was running good and smooth, until at nineteen, Robyn was eighteen- when Rastis said ‘mommy‘ and she spilt. Jack, was still on everything he was before- but he was working now. Counselling every veteran that came back from war, and all the high school students, every once in a while. I mean, honestly, there‘s a war going on, even if there‘s nothing wrong with you, there are going to be things you‘ll want to talk about. This boy had been trying his hardest to keep his family in check- while trying to have a teenage experience. He always let Todd be free, and do as he so pleased even if this happened to be running around the front yard naked. Todd, was five when Robyn left, and the twins were four. Jack was trying to give them al the attention all they needed, giving Jared (who changed his name about that time) all the books he owned, and Taking Rastis out to play whenever he could.
And a few days after Robyn left- Two girls came over, both handing him sons. Jack, yelled back at them that he couldn’t do it- but they left anyways, not heartlessly, just, the way that two nineteen year old girls need to. One, the three year old, was Peter. And the two year old was Cordell. On top of Robyn leaving, his parents leaving- and Finn and Cody being drafted. (Both having three year old daughters… and two. Who happened to also have been dumped on Jack. So, that was eight kids on his hands, and a drug addiction all to satisfy. He seemed too busy to think about girls. Or even work, really- but he thought about work none the less, though his stress levels were high, and he was a little less loved as a Psychiatrist back then. His sons, and Bambi- Delilah and Piper, probably all have not so great memories of him from back then, he tended to freak out more- but, it was around then, that he realised, if he didn‘t quit the drugs, he‘d lose his kids. As tempting as it seemed at the time, he knew he wouldn‘t be able to live without the terrors, so, over the course of two years, he got off of everything. As terrible as everything seemed to be going, he did his best never to let the boys know, and he‘d make chores into games, so they got use to doing them really young, and just did it as second nature when they got older, like throwing water balloons at the garden to water it- and taking the garbage out, was an adventure all in it‘s self. It was hard, and he usually came home exhausted mentally- giving advice, and then he got to spend his time chasing them like a mad man. Lucky, that part is over now. Cody came back, and Finn… didn‘t, but Cody took a grab on Delilah and Piper- though he never really was a father, Jack couldn‘t spread himself quite that thin, so he stayed just with his sons. He supported Cordell‘s not talking, always being gentle with the boy, and with Jared he was always hard, because that boy needed it. Rastis, he‘d go to his games, and do all the embarrassing things that parents and friends do- even when he was just nine. Todd, he always let him be a free soul, though he had to put the kid on a leash until he was about ten, and when he found out he was gay- it was fine with him. He was a little shook up by it, but that was all. And CJ? He let him do his thing, whatever he needed to do to prove himself.
Even though he had the kids to take care of, He still managed to be a good neighbour- Like, when Todd was nine- and he broke his leg, Jack drove and carried him to the hospital, and ran into a girl named Katie. A pretty one for sure, but it only took a few visits to her and her son, to realise she was Bi-polar. He kept ties with her, and eventually told her to move in next door. Thank goodness he had a well paying job and came from a rich family. Not that it was intact for any of the boys. He let Todd go for his little adventure when he was fifteen, and just recently, his little sister. The one he never got to know- has moved back.
[selfish as selfish comes]
Secret Phrase;; ------------
Member Title;;
Sample RP;; ---> Consider the odds.
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Finn couldn't help but smile at his new found friend. It was a rarity to find someone who doesn't immediately start making fun of you, in 'Vegas. He was a bit quick to judge character, and had already decided the well spoken girl, was a sweetheart. Nice, and cute. Apparently not very use to the concept of being alone at these hours of the night, or that was what he gathered from her coldness. But that was okay. She hadn't poked major fun at him, or at all. Which made him happy. As did her speaking. It seemed so proper, and polite to him. She seemed like the kind of girl that Cody would bring home once or twice, accidentally break the heart of- it was always an accident. The sweet ones, who always seemed to fall for Cody’s, pretty-boy puppy-eyed charm. It sucked to see them hurt and wander away, lost, or run away angry. They always look so much prettier smiling. ”Umhum. Country music needs love too- just make sure not to listen to it too much. ‘let’s all jump of a bridge because our doggy died,’ does get pre-tty depressing.” The boy rambled off, responded too fast. Like a nervous child, which more or less, he was. He wasn’t use to her seemingly perfect grammar, not that it was in anyway bad, just different. He had no speaking skills, and often resorted to a lot of grunts and puffs during his speech. He tapped his foot smally, resisting the sudden urge to run around in a circle. A.D.D. wasn’t fun when you’re meeting someone for the first time- and he didn’t have his brother to grab his shoulder, which he relied on. Self control… he had none. ”No rudeness or barging here,” He spoke, his voice finally relaxing. Looking at her hand, he nodded and wiped off one of his hands on his pants- not that it would make it much dryer- but it’s the thought that counts? Right? Grabbing her hand gently he shook it softly, ”Finn, but I’ll answer to ‘hey you’, any day.” Releasing her hand, and letting his own drop to his side, he took a quick glance at the ground- then settled back into it, beside her. There was going to be laundry to do once he got home, his blanket might-as-well go in with it too. Her laugh rang in his ears like a bell, though he had always been partial to laugh obnoxious laughs, hers was sweet and a pleasure to listen to. All he could do was pray that his brother didn’t get a hold of her. Smiling sheepishly, and raising one eyebrow to the slightest amount- which had taken him forever to be able to do- ”I might‘ve had somethin` to do with it… but honestly, those guards deserve a good snooze, don’t cha think?” He responded, and his didn’t fall at all when he heard she couldn’t sing. Since he was little, he’d sang and played guitar- but normally the songs made more sense and were sung more decently then the performance that had taken place a few moments ago. ”Well, not everybody can blow the crowds away… unless the have really bad breath… I guess anybody could then.” He cooed, looking back up at the sky, he wiggled his head lightly when she asked about his story. ”I’m sure you’re a fine singer, and there’s no shame in shower-singing. As for my story-” he spoke, his voice getting slightly deeper towards the end, to give an important tone- but his chest fell from the air, and he shrugged. ”I was bored. Didn’t want to go home just yet, figured it’d be nice to… decorate around here. Their designer isn’t really my taste.” Then after a moment, he looked back at her- with a grin. ”Nah, not all that interesting… You know what is a shame?” he thrust his head towards the sky, to make her look. ”There’s no stars. Or, just about none. No stars in Los Vegas, heh.” He stared up, just like his brother and him use to do on their way here, sleeping outside and comparing strange findings. ”How long you lived here, Mia?” |