Post by awarmgunx on Apr 5, 2012 13:32:55 GMT -4
Name: Sebastian "Howl" Jenkins
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Birthday: April 18
Hometown: Born in Bristol, England; Raised in Danbury, Connecticut
Sexuality: Bisexual
Playby: Jackson Rathbone
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone: Light
Hair: Long and wavy. His hair is naturally black, but he had it dyed blonde for a very long time because he didn't like it black. However, the constant dyeing started to affect the appearance of his hair, making it look dry and "gross" (in his words). He let the dye grow out and now seems content with his hair black.
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 lbs
Body Type: Slim, but toned.
Other He has a large scar down the middle of his chest as if he has had some sort of heart surgery. The actual cause of said scar is unknown except to Howl of course, but he doesn't reveal too many secrets about himself. He has a tattoo of a raven in flight across his shoulder blades.
Who I Am Inside
Likes: Stargazing; magic; the paranormal; music; girls especially
Dislikes: Cleaning; cooking; being alone; the Witch of the Waste; being told what to do; his real name
Strengths: Level-headed; intelligent; cunning; loyal; inquisitive
Weaknesses: Distractable; sometimes gets in too deep; can be a bit selfish; somewhat sensitive; doesn't take advice very well
Fears: Madame Suliman; being incapacitated; the loss of his heart/falling in love; disappointing his father; humiliation
Personality: Vain; curious; a bit stubborn; fun-loving; melodramatic. Sebastian Jenkins, better known as Howl, is very particular about his appearance. He spends large amounts of time making sure his looks are up to his own standards and does not see a problem in such a thing. He is also very sensitive about his appearance and can be a bit dramatic if something about it is messed up. He is very curious about things and can always be found trying to figure out the inner-workings of things. He doesn't give up until he is satisfied with what he's found and even then just what's on the outside wont be enough to satisfy the male. He usually does what he wants, when he wants and very rarely takes the heed of anyone around even if they are teachers, elders, etc. He is very stubborn and almost always wants to do everything without the help of others. Howl does not like to rely on others even if they are his friends and though the male van be a bit vulnerable at times he refuses to allow anyone to see this side of himself. The only time he'll ever let people see him get dramatic is if and when he gets upset over something trivial, such as his appearance. He absolutely detests being called Sebastian and was the one who made up the name "Howl" for himself when he was a child. He insisted he be called this name growing up and it has just stuck. The male will even go so far as to seek out each and every teacher he has before school as started and make sure they call him Howl. It is perhaps a strange name to be called, but he prefers it to Sebastian.
Where I Began
Mother: Sybil Tremayne (deceased)
Father: Nicholas Jenkins
Siblings: None
Other Relatives: None
Pets: Parrot named Scamander
Friends: At the moment, Howl's only friends are his parrot and an old tutor named Jennifer whom he occasionally writes to.
History: Howl's mother died during childbirth and so he never really got to know the woman. He did, however, hear a lot about her from his father. The two were apparently very much in love and according to Nicholas, Howl's father, they were also very interested in the paranormal. His father came from a family very much entrenched in all things supernatural and so it came as no surprise that the man was a paranormal investigator himself. When Howl became a bit older his father took him out to a place where he'd spent a lot of time studying with his own father. However, Nicholas' career had taken an extremely busy turn around the same time and this led the man to leave Howl alone at their small cottage for long periods of time. The man could be just a little selfish maybe (That's probably where Howl got it from.) and aside from that felt that Howl was old enough to take care of himself. Occasionally he would come and spend time with his son, but for the most part Howl raised himself in a place that seemed close to perfection. Though he would feel lonely sometimes, he liked the ability to come and go as he pleased, exploring the vast area surrounding the small cottage that soon became his home.
Eventually, Howl's father wanted the male to get a decent education in the metaphysical. He hadn't been all that concerned about any other type of education until a friend of Nicholas (another paranormal investigator) suggested it. Howl's father hired a tutor for Howl named Jennifer Saunders. She was several years older than Howl and quickly became one of his favorite and least favorite people at once. She was his private tutor and mentor and taught him everything he now knows about the paranormal. She also became a sort of mother figure to the boy who had grown up not knowing anything of an actual mother. However, she was a bit strict and extremely controlling. Howl showed much promise in the field of paranormal studies and Jennifer knew this. And despite the fact that Howl acted out against Jennifer occasionally she still also taught much of what he knows about women. Their relationship was anything but convential for a student and teacher, but that was Howl for you. After a while, Jennifer eventually recommended Yen Sid Academy to Howl's father. She wouldn't be able to see him there and thought that might be for the better. Jennifer knew her relationship with Howl could never last and knew Yen Sid would be a good place for Howl to get a fresh start.
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Liz
Age: 23
Contacts AIM: upon request (I don't get on it often enough); PM is the quickest to contact me.
Birthday August 18
How did you find us? Old member hoping to return with a fresh start. >.<
Time Zone Mountain Daylight
Writing Sample: Following his sister up the stairs, Max was silent as he thought about what she had said. Usually he covered up any situations that were potentially uncomfortable with a joke or a seemingly apathetic demeanor. However this was something he couldn't just blow off. Just shake loose as if it hadn't happened at all. This was a pretty big deal and as much as the usually non-committed male wanted to runaway from it he knew he couldn't. This was his baby sister. Well, technically she wasn't very much a baby... obviously. But she'd always be his “baby” sister in the sense that he felt a need to try to protect her.
Max walked decidedly slower as his sister dashed up towards his apartment, apparently in dire need of a toilet. He snorted a little at her in her hurry. Another reason he was glad he wasn't the one pregnant. Yeah, that sort of thing had never appealed to him. Though it is anatomically impossible for men to become pregnant, he'd never even give so much as a passing fancy to the idea of raising children of his own. He'd definitely be sweating bullets if he was in Lucy's position, but he respected her for acting the way she was. Though he did get a kick out of her practically shooting up the stairs only to fell the urge to piss even worse once she got to the apartment. The lanky male stifled a snicker as he entered the room, tossing his jacket off onto the arm of his couch.
When Lucy got out of the restroom and sat on his couch, the ex-soldier had relaxed himself. He had an elbow pressed to one of the arms of the ratty piece of furniture with yet another cigarette held between his fingers. He hadn't always smoked so much, but whatever. It calmed his nerves and ever since Vietnam they were pretty shot. Not that that was a crutch he intended on using for eternity. In fact, the blonde desperately wanted to be able to stand on his own two feet without any problems and seemed to be doing “alright” in that respect, but he was still a bit needy. He sighed a bit and ran a hand through his untidy mop of hair before sending a glance his sister's way.
A small smirk crept its way across his features before Max scooted over to cuddle his sister. He had his head leaned up against Lucy's shoulder and had basically curled up beside her like a child still smirking like a Cheshire cat. His blue eyes looked up to meet her own as he took a drag from the cigarette he had and attempted to breathe the smoke out away from Miss Pregnant Lady's face. “I'll give it a go... as Jude would say.” He was of course referring to her nap-time question, comment, remark... whatever. Max very rarely had any truly restful sleep and often appeared haggard because of this, but clearly did not care. Before he could sleep for hours during the day; just sleep through the whole thing. Now he was usually just drifting between the sleeping and waking world. Incredibly tired, but unable to actually do anything really helpful about it.
He was going to try though. After all, with another warm body present, the skinny man found it somehow easier to actually sleep. He closed his eyes, still taking puffs from his “cancer stick” every so often and spoke again. “Wanna sleep in my bed or are you okay with me using you as a pillow?” He couldn't help the grin that slipped into his voice as he spoke, pushing closer against his sister as he did so.
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