Post by Jack "Frost" Willem on Dec 2, 2007 8:56:10 GMT -5
¬How do you feel about Frozen Yoghurt?
Full Name: Jackson Willem
Nickname(s): Jack Frost, Jack Be Good.
Stage Name: Hoarfrost
Age: 45
Artistic Pursuit(s): Producer.
¬Puppy dogs
[/b] kittens and GUNS[/b][/color][/font][/size][/right]likes:
dislikes:
Main Talent:
Jack's cold heartedness allows him to make every decision without flaw, for he believes that everyone is expendable. He always opts for the most efficent option in completing a task whether its to hang his laundry out to dry or to orchestrate an assassination on some low life thieves.
Weaknesses:
Jack secretly fears of falling in love, for that is the one thing that he knows that if he loses, he will lose his mind.
Jack also believes that love is his only weakness, and if he doesn't have love, then he shall be invincible.
Strengths:
Jack is a decisive leader and will always get the job done.
Appearance:
Jack is always seen in expensive suits with clean hair always slicked backwards. He almost never takes off his shades unless in present company of someone who out ranks him. Which is very rare.
Personality:
He didn't gain the nick name "Jack Frost" for nothing. Jackson is cold, introverted, selfish and malevolent. He is also borderline Psychotic and delirous due to his addiction to drugs and alcohol.
¬You think YOU know me?[/right]
Family:
Mother - Louanne Walters, Actress. Deceased.
Father- Victor Willem, Producer. Deceased.
History:
Jackson's mother Louanne was one of the most influential actresses that had ever graced the earth, she was adored by men and envied by women and idolised by the many budding actors and actresses. His Father, Victor, was one of the most sought after Producers of their time. Without a doubt, the two were soon wed and began making spectacular and wonderous new plays which sold out within seconds of opening. Jackson always watched from the sidelines as his father moved around backstage with such agility and mobility. When he sat front row, he saw his mother flowing, moving as if one with the stage itself. Jackson was their biggest fan.
Until one day ...
After their 20th show Jackson had gone backstage to congratulate his mother and father on such a wonderul performance.
As Jackson placed his hands on the door handle, he heard a gun shot.
With a turn of the door handle, another gunshot.
As the door slowly crawled open, he saw his two idols, his role models, his parents, and most of all, his best friends.
Still on the cold hard floor of the dressing room.
Jackson looked up at the third figure, still standing.
Time was but a figment of his imagination, for it did not pass, nor did it move.
Not a word was traded between Jackson and the Third figure. The mysterious intruder had knelt down to Jackson, placed his pistol at his feet.
With a sigh of what sounded like relief, he stood up again, turned around and raised his arms. "Strike me down, for I have done my job."
Almost automaticallly, Jackson picked up the pistol, reloaded it, aimed it and squeezed a single round off.
The bullet pierced the intruder in the heart, but before he hit the ground to join Jackson's parents, Jackson unloaded the clip into the killer.
Two in the head, One in the heart, One in the chest and one in the back of each kneecap.
That day, Jackson Willem died with his parents, but Jack Frost emerged from the slaughter.
¬This is how I have FUN![/right]
RP example:
"We're not lost! We're on an adventure!" He said to his friend, sticking his head out the car window.
"Oh look maybe this guy would know!" He said as he drove up close to a man walking with his wife. "Sir ... sir! SIR!" Jack said louder and louder. "Thats weird, maybe we're not close enough." Jack said as he sat back inside the car properly pouting. "I'll try get closer." He said leaning forward.
Gasp. Thud. Screaming woman.
Jack stepped out of the car and knelt next to the man stuck underneath his front wheel. "Sir? Can you hear me now?" At this point the mans wife was hysterical and was batting away at Jack. Jack stood up and grabbed both of the ladies arms. "Excuse me ma'am, sorry to sound rude, but would you kindly mind not hitting me please? Its very irritating." He said as he let go of her arms. He knelt besides the man under his car again.
"Now sir, would you kindly be able to tell my wife and I where we are? We seem to be a little lost."
No audible reply, just coughing.
"Sir? Blink twice if you can hear me." Jack said, perplexed.
No response from the man.
"YOU MONSTER!" Jack heard from behind him, it was the mans wife. "OF COURSE HE CAN'T HEAR YOU! HE'S DEAF!" She screamed running to her husbands side.
"Hmmm well aint that a kick in the jewels." Jack said straightening his glasses. "Ah well." He said standing up.
One, two. No more coughing. No more hysterical screams and sobs.
With that Jack got back into the car and said to his passenger, "They didn't know where we were."
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