Post by Kitten on Jan 22, 2009 8:39:41 GMT -5
Jamie Theodore Alexander
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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."
Jamie Taylor Alexander
NICKNAMES. Kitten
AGE. 17
DATE OF BIRTH. April 12th
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Homosexual
CANON OR ORIGNAL. Original
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"i'm sexy, i'm cute. the appearance is everything."
HEIGHT. 5"9
WEIGHT. 140lb
BODY TYPE. Slim/Slender
HAIR COLOR. Black
EYE COLOR. Hazel
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. Nose, Smile
PLAY BY. Gerard Way
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"some say it's what's on the inside, counts."
LIKES.
+Sex
+Toys
+Drugs
+Boys
+Cats
+Smoking
+More sex
+Being loyal
+Being told he's pretty
+Being treated like a pet
+Being kept on a pedestal
DISLIKES.
-Rape
-Learning
-Reading
-Food
-Being in charge
-Abuse games
-Sleeping alone
-Feeling stupid
-Creepy old men who pay for him
-Beautiful young boys who hurt him
STRENGTHS.
^Loyal
^Generous and Kind
^Life of the party (when high)
^Sex
^Bites like a lion
WEAKNESSES.
>Sex
>Weak strength
>Extremely trusting
>Learning Disorder
>Borderline Personality Disorder
>Abandonment Issues
>Alcoholism/Substance Abuse
HABITS/QUIRKS.
< Likes to pretend he's a cat
< Mewls when in pleasure
< Drug addiction
< Twitches his nose when concentrating
< Smoking
FEARS.
`The reality of his family not loving him
`Being hurt by somebody he loves
`The dark
`Having to go back to his prostitution 'career'
`Someone finding out he can't read well anymore
SECRETS.
~Doesn't like to eat
~Lost his virginity at fourteen
~Wishes he could show his parents what they're missing
~Dreams of finding his one true love
~Would also love to be a cat
FULL PERSONALITY.
Jamie used to be simply a sad boy, yearning to fit in like all teens when he parents stopped paying attention to him and focused on his perfect little sister. When his attempts to follow the usual routes of finding friends (sports, joining clubs, taking up smoking) failed, he got himself mixed up in drugs, taking dangerously large amounts of anything he could get his hands on only to end up overdosing a couple of times, breaking his body and mind, forcing him to think like a little boy who just wanted to be loved.
His new persona is coupled with his extreme sex drive. He takes the mindset of a kitten, wanting to be pampered, looked after and treated lovingly. Cats are delicate and soft, exactly what broken Jamie wants to be. While he’d always been a very loyal person, it has escalated to become that anyone who shows him any sort of kindness he accepts as family and instantly clings to them, figuring he should keep them close for fear of ever losing them.
His obsessive behaviour gets his heart broken often, pushing him into more drugs until he meets someone else starting a vicious cycle of self-destruction while he deals with his BPD, abandonment issues and learning trouble
In the end all Jamie wants is someone who won’t give up on him while he deals with all of his issues and attempts to put his life back together while surrounded by people who don’t support him and only see him as a toy. He wants them all to see that this toy wants to be a toy to only one special man… Once he finds him of course.[/color][/font]
"history starts now, or when i was born."
PARENTS.
Joseph, 45, Lawyer
Jessica, 39, Librarian
SIBLINGS. Rebecca, 14, Student
BIRTHPLACE. Raleigh, North Carolina
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. n/a
CHILDREN. n/a
PETS. Brown and white cat, Delilah
FULL HISTORY.
Jamie used to feel normal. While growing up he would strive to be the model child for his parents, the only people who had ever shown him any affection. He was happy enough living that way, with just his parents for support until his little sister started school. She was instantly a genius and his parents adored her, taking a lot of attention away from him until the point he found himself ready to do anything to please his peers and make some new friends. He would try out for sports teams even though his overweight body made him never get picked, he’d join clubs only to be verbally abused to the point he’d quit, he’d even tried smoking to get in with the cool kids until he’d ended up addicted and having to smoke behind the cafeteria alone every day at school.
His desperation was soon noted by the few casual drug users at his school who eventually invited him to a party, getting him high on a dangerously large amount of cocaine with the plan to ditch him as soon as he was out of it. Unfortunately, Jamie became an absolute blast to be around when high, being loud and happy as he bounced off the walls, entertaining all the people surrounding him. When he had recovered the next day all he had was aches and pains and faint memories of being genuinely happy for the duration of the evening, unaware he had given himself to practically anyone who had wanted him that night.
It became an easy cycle to fall into, Jamie going to the wild parties, taking much more than he should, and for free, to entertain everyone there and being their little pet, sexually pleasing anyone who asked. His grades began to slip and his relationship with his parents worsened still, though he didn’t mind as he thought he had genuine friends and could begin to stray from his family who hadn’t noticed him enough. He could deal with the headaches and unexplained pains, so long as he could get his fix come the weekend.
Eventually his services as a sex toy were becoming old news to his ‘friends’ and because of the excess amount of drugs he was putting into his system he was deemed to expensive to keep anymore, making all the people who had made Jamie feel accepted turn away from him, rejecting him from the group and breaking his spirit.
At first he’d attempted to just go cold turkey, quitting the drugs and alcohol so as to try and repair his relationship with his parents but the addiction already owned him. He would go out to the bad side of town at night in search of any drugs he could find, soon getting in contact with a drug dealer who gave him a better price if he would sell to the people who had gotten him addicted in the first place. He did it gladly, wanting to do anything to get the drugs that had made him feel good about himself, in the process slimming him down from how little he could eat and how much he’d end up throwing up. This in mind, and while finding it difficult to find enough drug money even with the discount, he began to sell himself to anyone who could offer him a fistful of Benjamins.
While all of this was going on, Jamie’s parents had been turning a blind eye, ignoring their son’s devastating problem and pretending everything was fine. This was all working for months on end until the night they found their once beautiful baby boy passed out on the bathroom floor with blood shot eyes and bleeding from the nose. After rushing him to hospital in a typically parental way, they found themselves questioning their methods, putting their son into therapy as soon as he’d been released from the hospital. The chosen therapist was discreet and rather closed off, offering him suggestions that didn’t help his already failing mind. His drug use continued along with his prostitution but he stopped using drugs at home, risking his life even more by getting high out on the streets where anyone could take advantage of him. He was lucky enough that when his second overdose happened he was in the arms of a nervous young man, sweet enough and only paying for sex with him out of loneliness. The man took care of him and treated him discreetly before disappearing, never wanting to deal with him again.
While it appeared the endless cycle of drugs, sex and pain would never end for Jamie, just a few short months after his last overdose he’d come across his old friends while they were very drunk and angry. They beat him until he was unconscious before dumping him on his doorstep, being found by his sister a few hours later while she was trying to sneak out of the house. His parents soon snapped, finding it impossible to hind anymore and they sent him to a rehabilitation centre close to home, until he’d fallen in love with another patient who would share his cupcakes with him. Once dragged away from there, Jamie was soon pushed back into prostitution and drug dealing, getting caught and causing his parents to snap, sending him away to Westerbridge without a second thought.
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"it's time to meet the puppeteer."
YOUR NAME. Kia
YOUR AGE.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. 3+
CONTACT INFO. CarveOutHerHeart (aim) or PM
MEMBER TITLE. Meow
ANYTHING ELSE.Nope
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
Jamie’s heart was beating rapidly as his eyes darted around the party, grinning at nothing in particularly while he failed to focus on anything. He had been at the party for an hour and the drugs he’d taken upon arrival had taken effect, making him hyper and giddy as well as exceptionally horny. His eyes soon settled on a man standing in the corner who looked divine to him, not noticing the acne or how he was constantly biting his nails. Absolutely taken with him already he stumbled over to him, tripping on the coffee table and falling into a woman without caring of how he’d spilt her drink, he was so glad when he finally reached the man who seemed startled to get the attention.
”Hey beautiful!” He giggled and slid his arms around the new guy’s shoulders, pressing his pretty pale nose against the man’s greasy one. ”You want to have some fun?” He asked, kissing him without a second thought, liking how the man didn’t resist and instead took control, taking Jamie close and practically dragging him upstairs to an unused bedroom. It apparently was a sex-filled party as the room they’d ended up in was small and the bed took up at least half the space, sewing supplies taking up the rest of the room. Jamie didn’t care though and he flopped down onto the bed, grinning up at the still unnamed man as he began to wiggle out of his clothes, watching the other undress at the foot of the bed.
Once naked the man dove onto him, kissing and nipping at Jamie’s neck and grunting as he began to roughly stroking him. It caused Jamie to whimper and shift. Mostly Jamie’s pleasure was left to himself and he could deal with it that way, but he couldn’t handle being jerked causing pain instead of pleasure.
”No.. Don’t.” He whispered, trying to get out of his way only to have his smaller body flipped, within moments letting out a scream as he was entered without preparation. He was used to get better treatment so he was soon crying softly, bloodshot eyes unable to create actually tears but the sobs were loud enough to catch the attention of some drunk men just outside the door who peered inside, cheering the geeky man on for getting a chance to bang, no, RAPE one of the prettiest boys at the party.
When Jamie finally got home early that morning, he was not as fulfilled as he usually felt from a night partying. He had to drag his sore, broken body to his bed, hide his face in a pillow and cry out the horrifying experience he’d been given.. That would most likely be gone from his mind by the time he’d woken up in need of a shower and a thorough cleaning of cuts he wouldn’t remember the origin of.
”Hey beautiful!” He giggled and slid his arms around the new guy’s shoulders, pressing his pretty pale nose against the man’s greasy one. ”You want to have some fun?” He asked, kissing him without a second thought, liking how the man didn’t resist and instead took control, taking Jamie close and practically dragging him upstairs to an unused bedroom. It apparently was a sex-filled party as the room they’d ended up in was small and the bed took up at least half the space, sewing supplies taking up the rest of the room. Jamie didn’t care though and he flopped down onto the bed, grinning up at the still unnamed man as he began to wiggle out of his clothes, watching the other undress at the foot of the bed.
Once naked the man dove onto him, kissing and nipping at Jamie’s neck and grunting as he began to roughly stroking him. It caused Jamie to whimper and shift. Mostly Jamie’s pleasure was left to himself and he could deal with it that way, but he couldn’t handle being jerked causing pain instead of pleasure.
”No.. Don’t.” He whispered, trying to get out of his way only to have his smaller body flipped, within moments letting out a scream as he was entered without preparation. He was used to get better treatment so he was soon crying softly, bloodshot eyes unable to create actually tears but the sobs were loud enough to catch the attention of some drunk men just outside the door who peered inside, cheering the geeky man on for getting a chance to bang, no, RAPE one of the prettiest boys at the party.
When Jamie finally got home early that morning, he was not as fulfilled as he usually felt from a night partying. He had to drag his sore, broken body to his bed, hide his face in a pillow and cry out the horrifying experience he’d been given.. That would most likely be gone from his mind by the time he’d woken up in need of a shower and a thorough cleaning of cuts he wouldn’t remember the origin of.
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