Post by jacques capet on Oct 30, 2010 4:58:15 GMT -5
JACQUESCAPET
Violent-Psychotic Disorder-Dangerous
ALIAS:Samantha
AGE: 19
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE : TOO long lol
TIME ZONE: NEW YORK!!
HOW YOU FOUND US: From the Love Drunk Site
NAME: Jacques Capet
NICKNAMES: Jack or Jake, but he hates Jake so call him Jack
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: Psychotic Disorder
ILLNESS: He is psychotically violent when harassed, and likes to keep to himself.
LIKES:
+Girls
+When people fear me
+Painting
+Music and parties sometimes
+Being able to do what I want
DISLIKES:
+Authoriatative figures
+People in general
+Anyone who tries to bother me
+Obnoxious people who think who the hell they are
+People who try and figure me out and want to help me
HABITS:
+Smoking
+Starting fights when people irritate me
QUIRKS:
+Handsome heart melting crooked smile
+Speaking in French sometimes, I can’t help it. It’s instinctive.
+Talking in a cold, hollowly expressionless voice
PERSONALITY:
I am short tempered so don't piss me off. I always wear my leather jacket and ride my motorcycle. My name is Jacques, French for Jacob, but everyone calls me Jake or Jack because of the resemblance to Jacques. I am a run away orphan who lives on his own and LIKES it. I was on the run until I finally got caught and while in prison there were multiple times where I put people in hospitals for starting with me. Because of that they sent me here, to be in solitary confinement most of the time.
There is a coldness to me that is almost frightening. I talk in a cold, hollowly expressionless voice and never really show emotion. I keep to myself most of the time, and I like it that way. I don‘t want people bothering me, and won’t be afraid to jump up and start hurting someone if I have to.
However, when it comes to the ladies, I can be VERY charming and egotistical. I score good with the ladies. I am a very closed off person, and don’t like to open up to anyone. I also don’t like to listen to authority, I hate being told what to do, and I don’t like to stay in one place for too long so this institution thing is going to be bad for me as well as the others around me that I am going to hurt.
APPEARANCE:
I have black hair and black eyes. I have dimples and very sharply defined features and cheekbones. My hair is slightly long and my skin is very fair, and I am considered very attractive by most.[/blockquote]
I have a lean, but muscular body and I wear nice clothing, despite the fact that I am an orphan. I don’t show much emotion on my face, and have a frightening beauty to myself that despite my frightening personality, still helps me get girls.
HISTORY:
Jacques Capet was born to a family of money seventeen years ago. He lived happily with his family until he was four when a horrible car accident killed his parents. He had been an only child, and with his parents being rejected from their own families, he was sent to live in an orphanage in Paris.
He had a few foster parents, but his acting up and running away, caused them to give up on him. He ran away from the orphanage when he was fourteen, used his trust fund (the only money he has) to buy a plane ticket and left the country. He traveled around a lot on his motorcycle, stopping in at bars, getting into bar fights, and eventually having his fun with some girls until he eventually packed up and left.
He didn't stay in one place for too long. He never has. However, recently he had finally gotten caught for his crimes and was put in prison. He was so violent there, putting many people in hospitals and endangering their lives, that he was sent here, psychoanalysis claming that he had a violent personality disorder. He is skilled with a knife and can escape, therefore they keep him in isolation most of the time.
The staff here may be mean, but he is MEANER.
Jacques was sitting in the prison. He was trying to ignore it, but some new smartass in the prison kept egging him on. He didn’t talk much, therefore it should be hard for him to find problems here right? Wrong. Some guy saw him, thought he was too brave, and was now harassing him. But he was ready. He always was.
He got out of his cell and went to lunch. He was sitting there, minding his own business, when the guy confronted him yet again. “Hey fucker.” Jack didn’t answer, he just kept eating his food. “Hey RETARD, I’m talking to you.” He rapped Jack on the head. Stay in control… He reminded himself. “Hey I heard you didn’t speak. Is that because you‘re retarded? Huh? Hey stupid.” Jack was still ignoring him. “I‘m fucking talking to you, answer me you piece of shit.” It was at that moment that the guy had made his fatal error. He hit Jack across the face….the same way they used to in that shit hole orphanage….Jack got up and threw his plate in the guy’s face. The guy yelled in anger and came back him.
And walked straight into Jack’s knife. Another knife that he had happened to sneak into the prison. The guy stumbled backwards and as he put his hand on the table, Jack stuck the knife through his hand to pin him on the table. “Let us get something straight, piqûre.” He said the insult with his usual cold hollowly emotionless, voice. “I do not ANSWER to anyone.” He went to strike him once more with the knife, and the guy put his hands up and begged for his life, but Jack was prevented from killing the man. And with that the guards came and tackled him to the ground.
They dragged him off to isolation yet again and as he stuck his face in to look out the only tiny window he had to the hallway, smiling the whole time.
They wanted him out of there, he was just too dangerous.
