Jason Walsh
Jul 1, 2014 1:51:05 GMT -5
Post by NonePizza on Jul 1, 2014 1:51:05 GMT -5
IN CHARACTER
Personal Information
- Name: Jason Walsh
- Gender: Male
- Age: 15 years old
- Date of Birth: June 12th, 1999
- Place of Birth: Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
- Date of Birth: June 12th, 1999
- Ethnicity: Irish-Canadian
- Height: 5’6
- Weight: 121 lbs
- Eye Color: Left eye: light blue, Right eye: dark brown
- Hair Color: Brown
Physical Appearance
-Shorter than average in height. Lanky appearance, skinny muscle tone.
-Pale complexion.
-Dark brown hair. Naturally straight and goes a bit past his ears.
-Heterochromia; two difference colored eyes. Wide eyes, normally with a cautious or dazed look.
-Thin, roundish face. Normally mistaken for younger than he is. Has a rather large scar on the right side of his face, near his lip.
-He has several other scars scattered across his body as well.
Personality
At first encounter this boy seems very abrasive and brash with his words. There are moments where he shows his inability to take a hint and pushes a scene a little too far which in turn brings yelling and most of the time violence into play. Most of the time he’s all talk with little bite and tries to convince the masses that he’s some hard-core killing machine. His naïve nature gets him into all sorts of trouble even before shit started to hit the fan and he still hasn’t learned.
At his very best he’s quick, but calculated, and knows how to read the atmosphere of a scene like an open book and adjusts his actions accordingly.
He tries at least. If he cuts all his “tough act” crap that is.
History
Jason Walsh was born to a large family of four on a late June evening. The youngest child of the Walsh family, next to his twin brother Jesse, he had a promising future ahead of him. Both parents were ecstatic about their new additions to their other two sons Jackson and Jakob.
Jason spent a bit of his life in Mississauga, Ontario, with barely much to keep him occupied. He seemed like a well-managed kid, for the most part, growing up with only a few hiccups along the road. What young teenager didn’t? His first year of high school was as boring as it came and he didn’t prove himself to be the most “intelligent” of the class; though this realization never phased him at first.
It wasn’t long before Jason’s father was pushed to the States for job assistance on very short notice.
It was the summer after grade nine when the Walsh family packed their things and headed for Southern Los Angeles. It was a hectic transfer, to say the least, and Jason was especially displeased with the move.
From the moment they settled into their new house Jason began acting out. He started small, getting into rebelled fueled fights at school, and eventually escalated to police involvement and rarely ever coming home. His grades plummeted further and he didn’t even have any particular talent in sports to save him from his disheartening academics.
It wasn’t long before his group of friends began to get deeper and deeper into trouble on the streets; pathetic misdemeanors turning into gang war involvements. Until one day, another “wrong place at the wrong time” moment, Jason and his friends stumbled across a very horrendous murder scene. Little did they know that the strangers they stumbled upon, who were only vaguely familiar from the gang affiliations they wore, were prime suspects of an LAPD homicide case.
As the only witnesses around, and the only ones who could convey how deep the murders really ran, they were the next targets to end up as nothing more than body bag evidence; just three unlucky teenagers. Luckily, the LAPD was not far from the scene and the teens managed to flee long enough before the murdering duo left. Jason was not without injury, unfortunately, as he limped from the scene with a stab wound to the hip and the police all over his case.
After discussing everything Jason saw and knew about the one murder that linked to many, he was offered protection as a confidential informant from an LAPD Detective, Damian Trautmann. His new found position only offered minimal protection from the target that was painted on him the moment he became a witness.
Example Post
Loud laughter echoed through the streets, overpowering the normal commotion heard in the early hours of a weekend night. The sound of abrasive teenagers mixed in with the familiar sounds of partying and shouting as they made their way down Manchester Boulevard. A small scoff interrupted the lighthearted and excited atmosphere the group of ten were emitting; the noise coming from none other than Jason.
A few eyes drifted towards him, the group too loud for everyone to hear, as the stared at him curiously. The ring leader of the teens smirked rudely as he opened his wide mouth to mock his scoff.
“Too nervous, Walsh?”
“Huh?”
Jason glanced over, raising a brow as he looked to his only friends in the group who walked beside him; just two out of the nine. The head, O’Conner, laughed as he repeated himself.
“I said: Too nervous, Walsh?”
“Nah, just wonderin’ what we could do at a graveyard that would justify your guys’ excitement. Hell, everyone is shitting themselves over some shit straight out of fucking ‘Scary Movie’.”
One of his two friends coughed beside him, “Fuckin’ dull!”
“Eh, what wouldn’t be fun? I mean for starters it’s a fucking graveyard, fucking spooky as hell, and also it’s the only place that isn’t crawling with drunks where we could play some old fashion games. You know those things normal high schoolers do?”
“Man you ever been to a fucking graveyard at night? Just as much hobos there as on the street. We live in fucking Los Angeles; where aren’t we going to find people?” Jason raised a brow, shoving his hands into his pockets as he eyed his friends for support. The two nodded and smirked as they continued down the street.
There was no rebuttal as O’Conner shrugged at Jason’s reply and continued rallying the crowd into more excited shouts and laughter. He was silent for the rest of the trip and still didn’t offer his opinion as the group made their way through the entrance of the graveyard. Though, it made him slightly on edge that the further they entered the darker it became and the quieter the group fell.
Once they reached the center of the graveyard O’Conner spun to face the quiet group. “Alright! The game is called manhunt and the rules are as follows--”
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“Fucking shit. Fuck fuck fuck…” Jason coughed as he stumbled through the darkened graveyard. His feet fell heavy and unevenly against the soft ground followed not far behind by quicker, more calculated footfalls. Incomprehensible and unfamiliar shouts mixed with his own whimpers and ragged breathing as his numbed legs continued to move on their own.
His hand clenched tight against his side, more whimpering followed as he hissed and growled at the spikes of pain and a warm, wet feeling that quickly soaked his hand. A gulp of worry hardly filled his distracted ears as a small dip in the dark brought his body tumbling to the ground.
Roll after roll after roll, his body was sent for what felt like miles into the dark until finally the world stayed still and a sharp pain shot up through his head and spine. Voices flooded around him along with blurry lights which flickered a strange red and blue, silhouetting strange figures that wobbled towards him.
“Jesus…he’s just a kid…”
“What the hell is he doing here…”
“Fucking stay away from me…I’ll f-fuck you up!” Jason shouted, his words having trouble getting off his tongue.
He lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the brightening lights and felt his stomach hit the walls of his back at the sight that greeted him. Blood coated his hand, dripping oddly in thick globs off his shaking fingers. A strangled noise bubbled past his trembling lips as Jason’s eyes quickly darted to his hip only to further provoke panicked sounds.
Blood soaked through his sweater barely making an appearance against the dark fabric but showed quite clear against the lit grass. Red pooled beside him and as the adrenaline began to fade so did the voices around him.
“He’s injured! Someone get the paramedics over here ASAP!”
OUT OF CHARACTER
- Player Name: Jason
- Player Contact Information: Private Message
- Player Timezone: GMT -5