Post by JACOB RYMORE on Jul 19, 2009 7:34:01 GMT -5
RYMORE , jacob dylan - nineteen - alessandro de marco
ohaithur. my name is emily and i'm a girrrl. i found
this place through neko and i joined because i'm cool like that.
i'm from england and those rules? psh, i read them twice.
want proof? lost in stereo. oh, btw, if you wanna contact me, just
pm me or something. oyar, i also play jessica kennedy. now,
onto this little guy.
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full name -jacob dylan rymore.
nicknames -jake
age -nineteen
date of birth -31st december
school year -postgrad
member grouplocal
gender -boyyy
orientation -bisexual
play by -alessandro de marco
canon or original? -original
thisiswrongbutwhoamitojudge?
height -[/size]6ft 0"
weight -148 lbs
tattoos and piercings -Jake has his ears pierced, but he hardly ever wears earrings.
When he was eighteen he got a tattoo reading 'cantare me di dormire' meaning 'sing me to sleep', on his left wrist. It's always hidden by either a watch or bracelets.
distinguishing features -Jacob is an incredibly tall young man, standing at almost six feet at the age of only nineteen. He gets his height from his dad, who like him, is incredibly lanky. Being tall therefore enhances his very skinny frame. He’s been told once or twice that he is really far too thin, he just can’t help being naturally skinny. He eats a lot, mind you.
His skin is nicely tanned, being from Italy this is one of the traits Jake carries, which he doesn’t mind one bit. He tan’s easily in the summer. His brown mid-length hair is almost always permanently straightened, the colour matching his small hazel eyes.
physical flaws -Having fallen off a skateboard at the age of seven Jake broke his nose, the scar from the injury still clearly visible when you look at him. Most people can easily tell that the boy has broken his nose, the bone still being slightly rigid, rather than straight.
personal style -Dress wise Jake is nearly always seen in a pair of skinny jeans; black or dark blue, a v-neck t-shirt or just an ordinary plain coloured t-shirt, a button up shirt, pull over hoodie or a leather jacket, oh and don’t forget those well loved converse.
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likes -[/blockquote]skateboarding, madina lake, swimming, most sports, beaches, smoking, sex, parties, hair straightners, all sorts of music, concerts, playing guitar occasionally, interesting accents, chocolate, harry potter, laptops, apple, his ipod, his iphone, girly guys, blonde girls, old films, dogs, skinny jeans, the colour green, romantic films, horror, halloween, acting, bullet for my valentine, drama, fancy dress, wkd and, smirnoff, loud music, live music, theatre, large parks, leather jackets, shirts over tshirts.
dislikes -brokencyde, his name, rapping, bring me the horizon, rain, wind, snakes, not a fan of heights, chick flicks, lord of the rings, the smell of cut grass, his family most of the time, mushrooms, competition, short hair on girls, people who are taller than him, large birds, vegans.
strengths -This nineteen year old is a bit more than just confidant. He's incredibly outgoing, not afraid to talk to anyone if the need strikes him. He likes to think his appearance is a strength of his. Jake is prone to getting his way most of the time, he likes to think of himself quite persuasive. Despite his overall persona Jacob is actually rather intelligent, being very skilled in Chemistry; he just doesn’t let on. Additionally, Jake is bilingual, and can speak both English and Italian.
weaknesses -His skinny build doesn't make him incredibly strong but his mouth makes up for that. But he's pretty much a weakling, and can't really defend himself in a physical fight.
Jake finds it incredibly hard letting himself get too close to someone, or too involved with anyway, which is why he's never really in a proper relationship. He has commitment issues because he's always afraid of being left, rejected or losing that close someone.
The confidence he has often comes across as arrogance, people think he’s a stuck up jerk half the time, or that he’s practically in love with himself. Although studying drama at university, Jake is incredibly bad at lying, it’s easy to tell if he’s telling you the truth or not. Even when he tells the truth, it imsn’t believable. Oh and Jacob is a bit of a whore.
fears -heights, snakes, letting someone get too close to him, losing someone close to him.
secret -I pretend my older brother didn't exsist. I let myself forget he committed suicide so people will focus on me. And because I can't bring myself to talk about it to anyone.
overall personality -Jake swears when he gets mad; he gets mad a lot. Jacob swears a lot, which doesn’t really show off his intelligence, but he can’t help it, he swears when he’s pissed off, happy, angry, annoyed, basically anything which isn’t ordinary. Yelling is a repeated pastime with this nineteen year old, although he’s pretty much mastered the silent treatment as well. He can act like a five year old; his sulk techniques really have been perfected over the last few years and being immature doesn’t help. He finds nearly everything remotely funny hilarious and hardly ever takes anything seriously. His antics and comments are often quite ridiculous because he just doesn’t make sense in general. Childish is a perfect way of describing Jake at times.
Jealousy tends to be a problem with Jake, maybe it’s because he’s so protective over people and well other things. He hates competition between other guys, and girls for that matter. He hates losing. Jake gets jealous over the simplest of things, but if someone even smiled suggestively at his date (for example) well he wouldn’t be a very happy bunny. He can’t help being protective.
This brown eyed guy is very sure of himself and maybe a tad over confident at times. Often coming across as boastful, know it all, or just plain arrogant in general. He doesn’t do anything to suppress these opinions of himself though, many people do think he is arrogant, but he’s too self absorbed to care in all honesty.
Jake likes sarcasm, although the saying does go ‘sarcasm is the lowest form of wit’. He’s very argumentative, Jake's a defensive kind of guy.
Jake can be rather charming when he wants to be, and if he makes an effort actually rather polite and aimiable. This can however just be seen as flirtatiousness as his ‘charming’ comments aren’t exactly the most flattering at times, but he can be quite the gentleman when he really tries.
Sure, Jacob doesn’t mind annoying the hell out of other people, but of course he hates it when people annoy the hell out of him. He can be pretty aggressive when he wants to be. When he doesn’t get his way he’ll swear to blind heaven and act like a right prat, probably smashing a few things in his way to show that he’s pissed off. His mother suggests anger management, but that probably wouldn’t help, Jake just wants everything to go his way and doesn’t like it when it doesn’t.
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hometown -florence, italy
father -jeremy rymore, 49, teacher
mother -rosalie (d'lario) rymore, 46, solicitor
siblings -nico rymore, 21
pets -harley, king charles spaniel, one year
history -Jacob was born on New Years Eve, the last day of December, and the day before New Year’s Day… to the recently married couple; Rosalie and Jeremy Rymore, and elder brother Nico, becoming the fourth member of the family. Nobody was really expecting Rosalie to give birth, especially when she wasn’t even due until the end of January, beginning of February. So it really was a surprise when she went into labour, a glass of lemonade in her hand, half way through a song by Take That in the midst of the new years celebrations. Six hours later out popped baby Jacob; named after his fathers granddad.
The small family of four grew up in Florence, Venice (Italy) seeing as Rosalie herself had grown up, lived her life in Italy, until they realised they didn’t have enough space for the family to live properly. When Jacob had just turned ten (Nico around thirteen years old) the Rymores migrated to the United Kingdom. There new home was found in the small town of Boswyth Bay, where Jeremy had been offered a respectable job as high school teacher in the local area.
The family hadn’t been living in the small town for long before anything drastic happened. Tragedy struck the small family when Jake was only twelve, his older brother Nico, at the age of fifteen committed suicide. The death of their first born affected his parents greatly, and Jake was just as upset as he was angry. He didn’t see any reason for this to happen, and being quite young he didn’t understand. Why would his older brother, one of his best friends, just leave? He refuses to talk about it. The fact that although his brother is now gone and he still seems to get the most of his parents and relatives affection annoys him.
You can say that some of the stuff Jacob does now is to get attention, to try and keep his parents focused on him and not there lost son. He gets in trouble so they still remember he exists, though of course he’s just being paranoid because they do acknowledge his existence. For some reason rebelling and making a name for himself is the right thing to do. He got involved with the wrong crowd from a young age, as soon as he went to high school he hid the fact he had a brother and tried to live a lie that he was the cool spoiled only child. Now still incredibly outgoing and flirtatious, Jake is quite a reserved person, he doesn’t like to talk about himself, especially not his past or his family, and focuses more on getting to know other people, in one way or another, he studies Drama at the local university, and is in his second year.
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roleplay sample
Fidgeting in the chair he’d just thrown himself on Jake glanced around the room, although it hadn’t exactly changed much since last week, before looking at the older man in front of him. He shrugged at the question he was asked, he wasn’t exactly that late, not like it came to much of a surprise that he was. His eyes narrowed at the next question. Why did every counsellor have to talk like that, it was just patronising and irritating, although Jake knew Hart was deliberately asking the question to annoy. “I think it's very likely I might have a mental breakdown because my watch is five minutes slow” He stated whilst moving into the chair closer to the desk, his eyes scoping the wooden table that Hart had now moved to sit upon.
Shrugging Jake fiddled with the sleeves of his worn leather jacket, “Going on?” He repeated. Tristan had a habit of repeating every question he was ever asked, and he had no idea why he did it. “I scared some girl shitless because I called her ‘babe’ who then told the supervisor I was ‘trying it on with her’ which resulted in them shoving me in isolation for two days” He said casually, as if something like that happened every other day. It wasn't like he was going to hurt the poor girl. But it wasn’t a sensible idea placing someone like Jake in a enclosed space full of people. That was all Jake was likely to say about his week from then on. The young teen barely spoke to other people properly and hated talking about himself, however big his ego was. “In a nut shell, it’s impossible to get laid in this crap hole lately, and it’s making me very upset” He continued, looking straight at Hart, a grin still on his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry; do you find the way I dress offensive Mr Kennedy?” Jake grinned, emphasising the fact that he was supposed to call Hart by his surname, his eyes examining the older man’s face as he settled himself back on the desk. Not at all phased by the contact.
He didn’t understand how clothing could be offensive. When he was at high school girls weren’t allowed to wear short skirts or skimpy t-shirts because that type of dress was apparently offensive. To Jake this didn’t make sense because that way of dress surely was the opposite, for him anyway. With the smirk still present on his face Jake flapped his hand in front of his face dramatically, “But you must admit it’s pretty fucking hot in here right?” dropping his hand back in his lap, “Or is that just me?” still smiling he wriggled out of his leather jacket and flung it over the side of the chair carelessly.
Deciding he didn’t want to talk about his ‘problems’ or week anymore Jake leant forward pulling the girly looking notebook closer to the edge of the desk, curious as to what was written on the pages, “God, sir, you write like a girl” He smirked, leaning back into the chair when he realised he couldn’t read what it said and crossing his legs, mimicking Hart’s position on the desk.
Shrugging Jake fiddled with the sleeves of his worn leather jacket, “Going on?” He repeated. Tristan had a habit of repeating every question he was ever asked, and he had no idea why he did it. “I scared some girl shitless because I called her ‘babe’ who then told the supervisor I was ‘trying it on with her’ which resulted in them shoving me in isolation for two days” He said casually, as if something like that happened every other day. It wasn't like he was going to hurt the poor girl. But it wasn’t a sensible idea placing someone like Jake in a enclosed space full of people. That was all Jake was likely to say about his week from then on. The young teen barely spoke to other people properly and hated talking about himself, however big his ego was. “In a nut shell, it’s impossible to get laid in this crap hole lately, and it’s making me very upset” He continued, looking straight at Hart, a grin still on his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry; do you find the way I dress offensive Mr Kennedy?” Jake grinned, emphasising the fact that he was supposed to call Hart by his surname, his eyes examining the older man’s face as he settled himself back on the desk. Not at all phased by the contact.
He didn’t understand how clothing could be offensive. When he was at high school girls weren’t allowed to wear short skirts or skimpy t-shirts because that type of dress was apparently offensive. To Jake this didn’t make sense because that way of dress surely was the opposite, for him anyway. With the smirk still present on his face Jake flapped his hand in front of his face dramatically, “But you must admit it’s pretty fucking hot in here right?” dropping his hand back in his lap, “Or is that just me?” still smiling he wriggled out of his leather jacket and flung it over the side of the chair carelessly.
Deciding he didn’t want to talk about his ‘problems’ or week anymore Jake leant forward pulling the girly looking notebook closer to the edge of the desk, curious as to what was written on the pages, “God, sir, you write like a girl” He smirked, leaning back into the chair when he realised he couldn’t read what it said and crossing his legs, mimicking Hart’s position on the desk.
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