Post by Jake Sinclair on Jun 2, 2009 15:41:44 GMT -6
Jacob William Sinclair
Name: Jacob Sinclair (call him Jake)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair/Eyes: Jake has short brown hair
Clothing Style: Jake wears whatever is stylish, yet comfortable, meaning generally a plain T-shirt, jeans, and his beat-up pair of black Converse.
Riding Style: English and Western
Riding Experience: 10 years
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Habits:
Goals:
Overall Personality:
Frankly, Jake is a sweetheart. He loves to have fun and party. While he's far from perfect, he's generally an all-round nice guy. If you can get past his swearing, he's a great friend. He won't break your trust if he can help it, and will stick up for you.
Jake does have some anger issues though. He dislikes people who talk trash about others and he can be a little immature and blow up easily. If you hurt someone he likes, he might just confront you about it. He likes to argue for argument's sake sometimes. Jake has blow ups over small things, but he generally cools off quickly. If you make him really mad, he will hold it against you for a while.
He sure has a competitive streak. Jake has never been able to settle for second place, and if you do better than him, well, he'll not just try to match you but to go further.
He may be called vain. Jake knows he's handsome and he's a flirt. He enjoys flirting a lot and he does it quite a bit. He is also very charming. If you fall, he'll help you up and make sure you're okay.
However, Jake has problems seeing people for who they are. He can be easily deceived by gorgeous girls and he's had his heart broken a few times.
Mother: Anne Sinclair
Father: Mark Sinclair
Siblings: Brother,
Spouse: Nope.
Job: Unemployed.
History:
Jake was born to Anne Sinclair twenty-three years ago. His parents were well-off, but he was raised as middle class. His mother was an artist and his father a doctor. Jake learned to be independent early on. He also learned to be good at first aid. He's lived in Australia all his life and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
As he got older, Jake discovered horses. He was shy of them at first, but his parents pushed gently and he began to ride. He loved it, and began to get serious. Jake never really competed, but he does have a competitive streak. He began volunteering at Hope Springs after Melody's mother died to help her out.
Roleplay Sample:
Name: Jacob Sinclair (call him Jake)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair/Eyes: Jake has short brown hair
Clothing Style: Jake wears whatever is stylish, yet comfortable, meaning generally a plain T-shirt, jeans, and his beat-up pair of black Converse.
Riding Style: English and Western
Riding Experience: 10 years
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Habits:
Goals:
Overall Personality:
Frankly, Jake is a sweetheart. He loves to have fun and party. While he's far from perfect, he's generally an all-round nice guy. If you can get past his swearing, he's a great friend. He won't break your trust if he can help it, and will stick up for you.
Jake does have some anger issues though. He dislikes people who talk trash about others and he can be a little immature and blow up easily. If you hurt someone he likes, he might just confront you about it. He likes to argue for argument's sake sometimes. Jake has blow ups over small things, but he generally cools off quickly. If you make him really mad, he will hold it against you for a while.
He sure has a competitive streak. Jake has never been able to settle for second place, and if you do better than him, well, he'll not just try to match you but to go further.
He may be called vain. Jake knows he's handsome and he's a flirt. He enjoys flirting a lot and he does it quite a bit. He is also very charming. If you fall, he'll help you up and make sure you're okay.
However, Jake has problems seeing people for who they are. He can be easily deceived by gorgeous girls and he's had his heart broken a few times.
Mother: Anne Sinclair
Father: Mark Sinclair
Siblings: Brother,
Spouse: Nope.
Job: Unemployed.
History:
Jake was born to Anne Sinclair twenty-three years ago. His parents were well-off, but he was raised as middle class. His mother was an artist and his father a doctor. Jake learned to be independent early on. He also learned to be good at first aid. He's lived in Australia all his life and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
As he got older, Jake discovered horses. He was shy of them at first, but his parents pushed gently and he began to ride. He loved it, and began to get serious. Jake never really competed, but he does have a competitive streak. He began volunteering at Hope Springs after Melody's mother died to help her out.
Roleplay Sample:
Had it really been less than 15 minutes since Jake woke up? It seemed like an eternity. Jake hadn't had trouble sleeping since he was 15 or so, and suddenly it was back again. He found himself awakening in a cold sweat, blankets tight around him, gasping for breath. The anxiety attacks had gone by the time he was 16, but now they were a reoccurrence. Take tonight, for instance. He'd woken seemingly out of nowhere; certainly, he wasn't dreaming, everything was black. Cold sweat drenched his body, and he was wearing only boxers. The blankets tangled around his legs, too hot and tight. It felt like someone was sitting squarely on his chest. Gasps tore from his throat, breathing ragged and erratic. Jake bolted upright, and looked around. The skylights and huge windows let in enough light for him to see around. He disentangled himself and rose, donning the first pair of jeans he found and a long-sleeved shirt. Pulling a grey hoodie on over his head, Jake found his keys and shoved them into his pocket. The lock clicked shut behind him, and he drove to the park, in need of some peace and quiet.
It was 1:31 am, according to the glowing dashboard clock. Jake strangely wasn't all that tired. He felt sort of light, but not so much that it was a high of sorts. He stopped his car and locked it securely. His black low-tops padded softly against the gravel. The air was chill, but tranquil. As far as he knew, he was alone. Jake meandered aimlessly around the paths, never straying too far into the woods. He sat on a swing, bathed in darkness, feet kicking slowly. He pushed himself lightly, going back and forth with the rhythm of the swing. It was a clear night, allowing Jake to see fairly easily. He leaned against the pole of the swing, head resting against the cool metal. Its rough and peeling paint scraped his skin lightly but that was of no concern. Back and forth he swung, lazily.
It was 1:31 am, according to the glowing dashboard clock. Jake strangely wasn't all that tired. He felt sort of light, but not so much that it was a high of sorts. He stopped his car and locked it securely. His black low-tops padded softly against the gravel. The air was chill, but tranquil. As far as he knew, he was alone. Jake meandered aimlessly around the paths, never straying too far into the woods. He sat on a swing, bathed in darkness, feet kicking slowly. He pushed himself lightly, going back and forth with the rhythm of the swing. It was a clear night, allowing Jake to see fairly easily. He leaned against the pole of the swing, head resting against the cool metal. Its rough and peeling paint scraped his skin lightly but that was of no concern. Back and forth he swung, lazily.
