THOMAS, gideon jet

[GIDEON JET THOMAS]

GIDEON JET THOMAS
Don't be so sentimental, no
this is love is accidental, so
give it up, this was never meant to be
more than a memory for you

NICKNAMES: Jet.
GENDER: Male.
ANIMAL: Kori Bustard
SEXUALITY: Bi-curious.
AGE: Seventeen.
GRADE: Junior.
OCCUPATION: Unemployed.
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

If we're being honest here, I love money. I mean, I've always had it. My parents practically swim in it. My mother's a heart surgeon, so she rakes in the dough from the poor suckers who have to get their hearts fixed. My father? He's a stockbroker.

I honestly don't see either of them very often. My father stays in New York most of the time. Besides, I don't think he really thinks too much of me. He wants me to follow in his footsteps and become a stockbroker like him. I hate it. He has me enrolled in some stupid business classes. Whatever. At least it gets me out of that damn house. What do I actually want to do? Probably be the lead singer in some famous band. I have to admit I sing pretty damn well. Been trying to get some guys together.

Oh, what about my mom? She's pretty much the opposite of my father. She worries too much. Way too much. Always wanting what's best for me. Honestly, it's not too bad. She gives me pretty much whatever I want. Money. Clothes. But she agrees with my father on my future career.

But back to my music. I really love it. I started to on my ninth birthday. I asked for a guitar, and so they got me one along with an amp, lessons, and a case. I guess I showed promise so they kept me in them. I got voice lessons on my tenth birthday. Plus, chicks dig music. And I like my girls. I mean, I don't really stay with them. That's one of my problems. Commitment. The entire concept just freaks me out a little. Like, marriage is just odd. How can you promise someone to be only their's for forever and always when there's totally the chance you'll meet someone else in the future?

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Alright, well.. where to start? I guess you probably gathered I'm pretty free-spirited. Not liking to be tied down, preferring to be out of the house, you know, all that jazz. Not to mention the fact that when I do actually have a girlfriend, I usually end up being a jealous mess. I just hate not having the freedom of choice. I guess that's part of the reason why I don't even want to consider stockbroking. I'd hate to give in to my parents' choice for my own life. Music gives you all the freedom you need, really. Seems good to me.

I'm pretty open-minded too. I suppose being a shifter does that. Also, since my parents are generally really busy, they don't attend church. Meaning I'm not exactly tied down to opinions built on religion. In fact, I'm starting to lean more to being an atheist. I really just don't understand religion. I do admire those who have one, though. It's really just not for me.

As much as I hate to admit this, I've realized I'm also pretty conceited. I care too much about what people think to just throw on some clothes and go. I have to make sure I'm presentable. And really, it's totally worth it. I look good. I have the money to buy whatever clothes and hair products I want, so there isn't really any reason for me not to look good. Besides, if I'm to be the lead singer of my own band, it's just another reason to have to look good. It's the face everyone remembers, after all.

I have to say that I'm definitely charismatic though. Which is another quality a memorable lead singer has, right? Have to be able to communicate with your audience. It totally helps with my ability to get girls, too; being charismatic, that is. I could literally charm the pants off someone. It comes in handy. Well, it could, if the school didn't have such strict rules.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

I have a few. Suppose I could tell you if you don't tell.

My first one, the biggest one, is I'm not actually too sure about my sexuality. I know that I talk big about how much I love girls but... Well, here's the thing. A few weeks ago I got a little intoxicated at a party, and uh, I made-out with one of the guys. You'd think that would be pretty traumatizing for me, but turns out it's not. It intrigued me a little. I'd do it again. I think. Just don't tell anyone, alright?

And, well, you know how everyone calls me Jet? That's only my middle name. My real name is... Gideon. I know, it's ridiculous. My parents named me after my grandfather. I hate the name. I'm just thankful my middle name wasn't something like Jeremiah, or Raymond. At least I've got Jet to go by. When I get new classes I even go through the effort of getting there before anyone else so I can let them know what to call me.

I've got one more secret for you. One of the reasons for my hating commitment. I was fifteen, turning sixteen, and I had this girlfriend. We dated for just under a year, and it was a pretty big deal for me. I was really naive and had convinced myself that I was in love with her. Turns out she was merely dating me to make her ex-boyfriend jealous. I guess it worked, because for the last two or three months of our relationship she had been cheating on me with him. That hurt pretty bad, not going to lie.

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OOC

YOUR NAME: Shelby!
YOUR GENDER: Female.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None as of yet.
FACE CLAIM: Tom Felton.
RP EXAMPLE:

Abigail Delilah Jenx was always the odd girl. She was the freak. She always picked the seats in the back of class. She only read out loud when she was asked to, and never raised her hand willingly. She wore a mask of indifference. Abigail was sixteen years old, and in the hellhole called highschool. During lunch periods she disappeared, or was caught sitting alone with her back turned to everyone else. She was secretive. Abigail Delilah Jenx was different.

Her step-father hated it, and her mother never tried to support her. Whatever pleased Derek. When the red-headed girl was just ten years old she developed an ability; she could bring inanimate objects to life. When she revealed this to her parents she was scolded. She was forbidden from doing it ever again, but, of course, she could not resist it. So she practised. At first she could only control them if she remained contact with them, but over time she could do it with her mind alone.

She was practising on a figurine of an owl when she was caught. It was lunch period, and Abigail had retreated to the shelter of the trees along the far side of the school's perimeter. She had become obsessed with expanding her ability and the limits of it, so she did so whenever possible. Unfortunately, this time someone observed her entering the woods. Abigail was fully emerged in her ability that she did not realize someone had followed her until it was too late.

"You.. you.. freak!" Abigail let the soaring owl fall to the ground mid-flap, and whipped around. Her blue eyes were wide and her pulse was racing. She stared helplessly as the girl - a senior named Hilary McKay - streaked out of the woods as if she had seen a monster.

"Nobody will believe you!" she shouted at her, trying to keep the panic from showing in her voice. Abigail knew it to be true, but she still couldn't help wondering if Hilary would try to tell.

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[Reptilian Rissa]

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