Post by Jason L. Marshall on Aug 28, 2012 19:29:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] Jason Lucas Marshall  17 || Level Two || Anorexia || Frank Iero || Male nicknames: Jace or Marshy orientation: Pansexual age/dob: Seventeen; July Nineteenth member group: Level Two anything else?: No personality: When you first meet him he is shy and very quiet. In general he is self-conscious of himself and it takes a while for him to feel safe around others. He dislikes most physical contact and can stay very sheltered from others when he feels like it. While he can be very self centered he doesn't want to be that way. It's an impulse that is too hard to control, he doesn't want to have to worry about his weight but he just can't stop himself. Even more so, he is defensive about himself when asked intruding questions that he doesn't want to answer or if he feels like he is being made fun of. brief history: Jace's childhood isn't filled with traumatic experiences or really anything out of the ordinary. He was an only child who live with his single mother after his father left. He went to public school all throughout his life. He had enough friends and he got decent grade. He was a pretty average kid until 8th grade or so which was when he first started starving himself. Of course, he was very secretive about it and it wasnt until 10th grade that anyone notices his rapid decline in weight. His mother was advised by doctors that if he went under 100lbs he should be admitted into special care. Needless to say he did make it under 100lb despite his desperate mother. Jace understands that his current weight is dangerous but its an obsession that he can't seem to get rid of. roleplay sample: Jace sat in the waiting room by the front desk. He was waiting for his mother to check him before he was permanently detained to White Springs Rehabilitation Center for Teens. The happiest place on earth. Or at least that's what he thought it should have said afterwards. It's not that he didn't understand why he was being sent here. He knew that he was different, he was strange. He knew that he shouldn't be able to count his ribs so easily or that his collar bones shouldn't be so prominent. But he liked it that, the light feeling just made him feel comfortable and safe in his own skin. As if he wasn't there at all. Sometimes he wished he wasn't. He had finally made it down past 95lbs. He was only a scarce two pounds below it but he could feel the difference. He was just that much closer to his goal. He just wanted to be a fragile skeleton, that was all, to be able to feel every bone shift under his skin as he moved. His skin was paper and his bones were glass and that was how he wanted it to be. His sentence would be 'indefinite' and Jace knew that no more information would be provided. He wasn't told what weight he would have to achieve to be set free. He wasn't told in what mindset either. One thing that he did fear was that he would be forced to take medication which wasn't something he felt comfortable doing. He wasn't depressed, he wasn't suicidal, he wasn't crazy, he just wanted to be perfect. Fringe || 16 || 2yrs || Yep! |
