Post by Jackson Frost on Feb 10, 2009 18:28:31 GMT -5
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name/alias: David
age: 17
years roleplaying: 6
character
Full Name: Jackson Shane Frost
Age: 17
Grade [if student]: Junior
School: Hope High
Class Taught [if teacher]:
Gender: Male
sexuality: Straight
personality
likes:
- Sex
- Women
- Budweiser
- Copenhagen
- Bud Light
- Keystone Light
- Wild Turkey (Whiskey)
- Deer Jerkey
- Rodeoing
- Hunting
- Fishing
- Riding Bulls
- Farming
- Pumping Iron
- Women
- Sex
- Partying
- Blondes
- Going Mudding
- Perfection
- Cigars
dislikes:
- White Chocolate
- Dark Chocolate
- Rootbeer
- Vodka
- Miller Chill
- Milwaukee's Best
- Getting slapped
- When stuff is spilt in his truck
- Homosexuals
- Biseuxals
- Police
- Judges
- Speed Limits
- Drugs
- Rap
- Orange Crush
detailed personality description:
Jackson had a hard past, often being beaten by his father whilst he was drunk, thus his personality can be very violent at times, mostly when he is under the influence of alcohol. Otherwise, if he isn't given a reason to be pissed off, he is pretty much a party animal whilst drunk. Jackson will talk to people when they need talking to, and generally likes to flirt with the ladies. But he ISN'T one to be tread on. Those who make Jackson mad will regret it. He is called a hell of a fighter by some. He knows how to fight, and has no problem with getting down and dirty into a good brawl with anyone. He will NOT hit a woman, but any guy who opens his mouth, and brushes him the wrong way will see just what a fighter he actually is.
He isn't one to give up either, if he got bucked off of a bull when he was little, his dad made him get back on it and ride it again, Perfection was a must in the Frost household. So, overall, He is a nice guy to get along with and drink with, but if he messes up, he will correct it no matter how long it takes him, and if you make him mad, steer clear. He thinks that no matter what he does he is not good enough, and that along is the cause for his anger. He is easily frustrated no matter what it is. he gets mad over the simplest things, however, he knows how to control himself to a point, but if you push him too much then he tends to go a little over board with it. In other words, he will give you a beating.
When he sets his mind to something, he gets it done. he is very persistent. He has wished to do rodeos since a young age, and once he was 7 he has been in rodeos. Jackson got bucked off of bulls very often when first starting off, and then he got right back up on the bull and rode it again. He played the acoustic guitar until his fingers bled and left scars on the tips of his fingers. Jackson gets this from his father. he had always took after his Father, the perseverance, and the intelligence he held was not easily seen, but if you took the time to get to know him you would see what I am talking about. No matter what it is, if he fails, he will do it again until he gets it done right. never would you ever find him doing some half heartedly. he gets things done right the first time.
He gets into moods sometimes, his mood swings are scary according to some, and some even think hes bi-polar. He is alright one minute, and then the next minute he is ready to fight and kill someone. He is from Texas, so he isn't afraid to fight someone until hurting them badly. He honestly is a good guy, but he has his flaws, like any other person. Sometimes you can see he has more than others, but once some is willing to take the time to settle him down, eh would be much better, though in the feeling of being nothing, he is easily one to the biggest trash talkers, brawlers, and hard asses you will ever meet.
Jackson can be categorized into several stereotypes: Hardass, Redneck, Cowboy, Caring to some, Determined, Alcoholic
appearance
overall description:
Frost stands at a solemn 6 feet 1 inch tall, and weighs in at about 149 pounds. About 45 precent of this weight is muscle, which Frost gained from working on the farm all of his childhood years. He has some good assets also, most of his muscles being in his forearms and upper arms, but having a nice 'cowboy' ass from riding horses and bulls all of his life.
He isnt too buff looking with clothes on, but when his shirt is removed his budging muscles are exposed, showing them off to anyone who would gawk, well, only girls, that is.He is a clean cut, clean shaven boy, sometimes growing out his goatee and mustache, but not into somthing scraggly or long. His brown hair is also cut close to his head, and his brown eyes glow in the lights of the rodeos.
style: Western, Cowboy, Redneck. Always wearing a camoflauge hat, his Carhartt Jacket, his boots, and some tight jeans.
history
Birthplace: Littlefield, Texas
family members:
MOTHER'S NAME Geneva Frost.
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION House-wife.
FATHER'S NAME Jay Frost
FATHER'S OCCUPATION Farmer.
SIBLINGS
Brother: Heath Frost, 14 - Farm hand
Brother: Zachary Frost, 16 - Farm hand
Sister: Ashley Frost, 15 - Cheerleader
Brother: Jesse Frost, 21 - Farm hand
detailed history:
Frost was born to Jay and Geneva Frost on a cold November morning. He was brought up by a working father, and a loving mother. Littlefield, Texas was home to this large family full of farming and rodeo capabilities. His father rarely had time for Jackson, and tended to slap him around on some occasions when he was drunk.
HOWEVER, Bull riding was in Frost's blood. His father, Jay, was a bull rider, and was, in fact, away on the rodeo circuit when Frost was born. Frost's mother, Geneva, recalls that even as a baby, Frost was fascinated by bull riding. Starting when Frost was about five months old he would wake up just as the bull riding competition, always the last event of a rodeo, was beginning. If the Frosts tried to leave early to beat the crowds, Frost would start to fuss, but as soon as they sat down and let him watch the bull riding he would be happy.
The Frosts owned a large sized farm in Texas, and it was here that Jackson got his first riding experience, on the family's calves. At the age of ten he competed in his first rodeo, placing first in the bareback riding competition on a Shetland pony, second in calf roping, and third in calf riding. At the age of fifteen, Frost graduated to riding bulls instead of calves, and he started taking lessons from the famous bull rider Freckles Brown. In a very short period of time, Frost had become a major figure on the rodeo circuit in Oklahoma, where his family had moved when he was fourteen. He was the bull riding champion of the Oklahoma Youth Rodeo Association from his sophomore year in high school. By his junior year he was also the bull riding champion of the American Junior Rodeo Association.
Frost became a professional cowboy in 2006 at the ripe young age of 17. He placed sixteenth in the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association standings that year, only one place short of qualifying for the National Rodeo Finals. This would be the only year of his professional career that he did not qualify. Still, he had some consolations: he was the PRCA's Prairie Circuit bull riding champion, and he was runner-up for Rookie of the Year.
Frost and his family then moved to a small farming community just outside of Hope, to continue to fufill his dreams and legacies in the rodeo scene. He competes in bullriding, his most favorite event, and he also competes in team roping also. He also has other things on his mind, however, besides rodeo's. He looks to settle down soon, finding himself a significant other, or play the fields until what he sees he wants comes along. The Frosts own a sizeable farm outside of Hope.
Frost does do some things that people dont agree with, he drinks pretty heavily, and also chews tobacco. Some may think that he is on drugs, and he might of used to have been. He is a bit different than those at the school, being a redneck and all. His adaption into the school system will be a tough one.
etcetera
celebrity: Paul Walker
extra:
role play sample:
Aw hell.... Thought Jackson as he laid in the back of his truck not even anywhere close to the school. He had received several text messages, two of which were from his cousin Sean urging him to go to the ballgame because of somthing that was suppoused to go down. Jackson was a bad alcoholic, hell, he would go out and get piss ass drunk by himself, without friends.. He heard his cellphone ring, and he wanted to throw it out of the bed of the truck, but he didnt.. He moved his arms through the heaping piles of empty beer cans and read the message, it was a picture message of his beautiful blonde girlfriend, Aliana. The photo was sent from one of his friends, and under the photo there was text in which said "Get here, now..".. That was all it took...
The sound of screeching rubber in the parkinglot approximately 7 minutes later undermined the fact that it was raining and Jackson was buzzing off of Keystone light, really bad.. The door to his blue Cummins opened as several beercans fell out, he realized his truck had taken up several parkingspots, as another truck he had seen in the parking lot did.. He stumbled out of the truck, locking the door with the little remote on his keychain.. He turned back to look at the truck, it had a little bit of mud on it from where he had taken it out earlier in the day.. He really had no intentions of drinking tonight, but hell, he never had intentions, he just did it..
Jackson was very anxious to see his girlfriend. He just wanted to spend time with her but they had fought a little bit previously because of some stupid shit, he loved that girl, honestly he did.. He just wished that she would go fourwheeler riding with him and they could forget all of the drama that was going on around them..... Hell, that was Jackson's idea of a good time.. Jackson was wearing his brown lace-up steeltoe Justin boots, a pair of tight Wrangler bootcut bluejeans and a sleveless white Dixie Outfitters shirt with a Rebel Flag on it. His beltbuckle had a huge rebel flag on it, and infront of the rebel flag had a huge J for Jackson. On his head rested a camoflauge Budweiser hat.. There were bottle tops bent up onto the bill of his hat, alot of them.. They ranged from Keystone lids, to Budweiser lids, to Busch Lids, to Bud Light lids, hell Jackson drunk it all...
It costed alot of money to get in, hell Jackson didnt have the money. He smelt like beer and he knew that he would have to sneak into the place in order to get past cops which were in the area looking for shit like this., Yeah, why would cops go to a damn highschool basketball game when they could be out busting up meth labs and shit like that. Well, whatever, that was beyond Jackson. He hated the judicial system, and the judicial system hated him, even moreso since his Gunn cousins arrived..
Jackson closed his eyes as he neared the gym entrance.. He opened his eyes and realized his vision was blurred.. He shook his head and turned the other way, heading towards the main enterance of the school, the one in which no one came in through for ballgames hardly, hell the guy who was taking money at that door probably wasnt even there. Jackson crept up the sidewalk as if it were a Bad James Bond movie, he then glared through the glass door, seeing no one at the desk. Immidietely he ran in the doors, and acted natural as he did a 360 turn and headed straight into the Gym, haha. Mission accomplished.
Immidietely he spotted Sean, he threw up his arm, waving. Hell he had seen him that morning, they all lived together, but the Gunn brothers stayed gone alot of the time, especially since they had gotten their girlfriends. Jackson smiled as he leaned against the rail overlooking the gym floor.. He could tell he reeked of the smell of alcohol because one guy turned his head and told another guy of it.. He moved from this area, looking up in the bleachers as he spotted the girl in the photo message. He took his cellphone out of his pocket, slid it open and went to his Inbox to re-assure it was the place.. He didnt wanna be stupid and come to a place where no one was, he was buzzing, however.
He slid his cellphone back into his pocket as he made his way up the bleachers.. then he seen that scumbag, Tyrone.. Didnt Sean kick his ass once before and get almost put in jail for it? Hell he knew that caused alot of drama with Sean and his womanfriend, so if this fellow decided to start some shit tonight, Jackson would handle it. Jackson would be damned if he let the other Tyrone get in the way of his speaking to this lady. He burnt like 4 gallons of Diesel to get to the school, gas milage on the cummins was a joke.
He headed up the bleacher's towards Aliana, his boots hitting the wood beneath them and making a very loud noise. His boots were ragged, there was a piece of leather missing, looked as if it had been ripped, from his right boot, and the steel of the steeltoe was exposed a little bit. He smiled at the girl, and kind of snarled his nose to Tyrone, Tyrone knew Jackson hated him.. Jack was just now healing from the beating which Tyrone and his buddies incurred on him.. He felt kind awkward as he raised his head to look at Ali.. "Hey Baby.." Was all he could mouth...He knew she was mad at him, and she knew just how to get underneath his skin, sitting this close to Tyrone was one of these reasons. He figured they wouldnt be able to talk long, because she was in her cheerleading uniform, but he would try to make things right, .
The sound of screeching rubber in the parkinglot approximately 7 minutes later undermined the fact that it was raining and Jackson was buzzing off of Keystone light, really bad.. The door to his blue Cummins opened as several beercans fell out, he realized his truck had taken up several parkingspots, as another truck he had seen in the parking lot did.. He stumbled out of the truck, locking the door with the little remote on his keychain.. He turned back to look at the truck, it had a little bit of mud on it from where he had taken it out earlier in the day.. He really had no intentions of drinking tonight, but hell, he never had intentions, he just did it..
Jackson was very anxious to see his girlfriend. He just wanted to spend time with her but they had fought a little bit previously because of some stupid shit, he loved that girl, honestly he did.. He just wished that she would go fourwheeler riding with him and they could forget all of the drama that was going on around them..... Hell, that was Jackson's idea of a good time.. Jackson was wearing his brown lace-up steeltoe Justin boots, a pair of tight Wrangler bootcut bluejeans and a sleveless white Dixie Outfitters shirt with a Rebel Flag on it. His beltbuckle had a huge rebel flag on it, and infront of the rebel flag had a huge J for Jackson. On his head rested a camoflauge Budweiser hat.. There were bottle tops bent up onto the bill of his hat, alot of them.. They ranged from Keystone lids, to Budweiser lids, to Busch Lids, to Bud Light lids, hell Jackson drunk it all...
It costed alot of money to get in, hell Jackson didnt have the money. He smelt like beer and he knew that he would have to sneak into the place in order to get past cops which were in the area looking for shit like this., Yeah, why would cops go to a damn highschool basketball game when they could be out busting up meth labs and shit like that. Well, whatever, that was beyond Jackson. He hated the judicial system, and the judicial system hated him, even moreso since his Gunn cousins arrived..
Jackson closed his eyes as he neared the gym entrance.. He opened his eyes and realized his vision was blurred.. He shook his head and turned the other way, heading towards the main enterance of the school, the one in which no one came in through for ballgames hardly, hell the guy who was taking money at that door probably wasnt even there. Jackson crept up the sidewalk as if it were a Bad James Bond movie, he then glared through the glass door, seeing no one at the desk. Immidietely he ran in the doors, and acted natural as he did a 360 turn and headed straight into the Gym, haha. Mission accomplished.
Immidietely he spotted Sean, he threw up his arm, waving. Hell he had seen him that morning, they all lived together, but the Gunn brothers stayed gone alot of the time, especially since they had gotten their girlfriends. Jackson smiled as he leaned against the rail overlooking the gym floor.. He could tell he reeked of the smell of alcohol because one guy turned his head and told another guy of it.. He moved from this area, looking up in the bleachers as he spotted the girl in the photo message. He took his cellphone out of his pocket, slid it open and went to his Inbox to re-assure it was the place.. He didnt wanna be stupid and come to a place where no one was, he was buzzing, however.
He slid his cellphone back into his pocket as he made his way up the bleachers.. then he seen that scumbag, Tyrone.. Didnt Sean kick his ass once before and get almost put in jail for it? Hell he knew that caused alot of drama with Sean and his womanfriend, so if this fellow decided to start some shit tonight, Jackson would handle it. Jackson would be damned if he let the other Tyrone get in the way of his speaking to this lady. He burnt like 4 gallons of Diesel to get to the school, gas milage on the cummins was a joke.
He headed up the bleacher's towards Aliana, his boots hitting the wood beneath them and making a very loud noise. His boots were ragged, there was a piece of leather missing, looked as if it had been ripped, from his right boot, and the steel of the steeltoe was exposed a little bit. He smiled at the girl, and kind of snarled his nose to Tyrone, Tyrone knew Jackson hated him.. Jack was just now healing from the beating which Tyrone and his buddies incurred on him.. He felt kind awkward as he raised his head to look at Ali.. "Hey Baby.." Was all he could mouth...He knew she was mad at him, and she knew just how to get underneath his skin, sitting this close to Tyrone was one of these reasons. He figured they wouldnt be able to talk long, because she was in her cheerleading uniform, but he would try to make things right, .
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