Post by ice on Dec 13, 2008 12:12:12 GMT -5
JEROME KING
'Sup. My name is Jerome Jon King. My friends call me KING and teachers call me Jerome. A few of my girlfriends think that JJ is cute. But if you don't have ovaries, then I'll break your neck if you call me that.
I'm 18 years old, my mom is dead and I love the ladies and the ladies only.
PERSONALITY
So I'm full of myself. Whatever. I could care less. I know that I'm stronger than everyone else and I take advantage of it. There's nothing wrong with taking what you can.‘Sides, I don’t hear anyone complaining. Do you? If you do, please tell me, and I’ll straighten them out as soon as possible…
People say that I’m a bully but they say a lot of things. I like to think of myself as the alpha wolf. You do what I say and no one gets hurt. That’s all you need to know. I’m already bored of this. Just check out a fucking biography.
Jerome is your average dude who likes to wrestle and joke around with friends. He doesn’t give a crap about school. He’s the quarterback you see in all the movies, the popular, good-looking guy who can get whoever he wants without much of a hassle. He’s mean and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about a lot of things. What he does care about is his rep, sports, and if he’s getting some or not. And he always is. Jerome has a bunch of ‘friends’ but only a few are true friends who he kind of actually likes. These lucky dudes are usually jocks like him. He’d never have a skimpy little dweeb by his side. No—it’s all about appearance for him and he’s extra careful about whom he’s seen with.
He’s kind of the leader of his ‘pack’ then and if he doesn’t approve of someone his friend’s are seeing, then usually, they don’t see that person for long. He’s one to pressure others into doing stupid stuff: drinking, smoking etc. He himself only smokes every now and then though he goes to so many parties that his tolerance of alcohol is stunning. He’s the bad guy, but the one that everyone wants to be like.
Every year, Jerome picks a few more guys to be in his pack. Though no one ever says it, all the boys want to be chosen. If you are, you can be sure that they’ll be a lot of parties and other treats coming your way. He’s a guy with connections and he uses them.
Despite how cocky he is, like every bully, Jerome feels insecure. He feels better about himself when he’s picking on the little guys. After all… it wasn’t long ago when he was a little guy himself…
SPECIAL ABILITY
My ability is kick-ass so don’t mess with me. To make it short and easy, I make myself stronger and others weaker. It’s a muscle mass thing. All you have to know is that I’m stronger, faster, and better then you.
His power could be compared to Ms. Dayz, only it’s purely physical for him. Jerome can increase or decrease muscle mass, making himself the best athlete he can be. He can also make others around him weaker, but he has to have physical contact for this and has to really concentrate. Usually making others weaker is harder for him, so he doesn’t do it often. It’s not really super-strength, since Jerome can’t pick up buses and throw them across lots—yet. But he can break bones, smash concrete, and he’s even punched through a wall.
APPEARANCE
I’m gorgeous. The Brad Pitt of Solstice, I’ve been told. Ladies fall all over me so maintaining a girlfriend isn’t hard at all. At first, I didn’t think I was all that great, but when you’re constantly eyed by the opposite sex, it changes your opinion. Then again, I was once really puny and geekish myself. But you can’t tell anyone that. In fact, if you do, I’ll rip out your tongue. I seriously will.
I’m really tall now, at 6 foot 5 inches. I wear shoe size 11 and I’m a large. In fact, everything about me is big. I’m not afraid to boast about it, since it’s true. I’ve got large hands and a six-pack and well… I’m lucky in a lot of areas of my body. If you know what I mean.
My face? Well, that’s the part I don’t like. It’s not as sexy as my body, but it’s still okay. I’ve got plain, olive green eyes that I hate. My hair is brown, but I keep it short, since it’s easy to take care of. I have to shave every day when I find annoying too. That’s one thing I envy about skinny geeks—they can’t grow a beard to save their lives, so they don’t even have to bother. Whatever, girls find it sexy if I have a little stubble. So every now and then I skip a day or two. Can’t hurt.
My nose is a nose and I guess I have that ‘chiseled jaw’ thing going. But I don’t pay attention to weird things like that. Girls find me attractive! That’s all I know.
I wear clothes. Easy stuff. Jerseys, jeans, bla bla bla. Nothing interesting. Moving on.
HISTORY
My history? If you gotta know… well I guess I’ll just make this really quick.
My mom got cancer when I was five years old. My dad and older sister took it very badly, but I was five so I didn’t really know what was going on. She died only a year after diagnosis. My sister got depressed, bla bla bla, ran away from home, haven’t seen her since I was like… nine. Whatever. We weren’t that close, since she’s four years older then me.
My dad wasn’t exactly ‘abusive’ though my therapist (yes I went to a goddamn therapist) says that he emotionally abused me. I guess he was just sad because of my mom and stuff, so he used to put me down. I didn’t understand that he was doing this until all the signs were pointed out to me. He used to tell me what a girl I was, and he made me do all these sports I didn’t really want to do. I was really weak and a diabetic, so I shouldn’t have been doing all that stuff. But he didn’t like me the way he was. He said he wanted a son he could be proud of…
Then I hit puberty and everything changed.
All my teachers thought I was using steroids, but I wasn’t. It was really weird… and then the doctors couldn’t believe that my diabetes disappeared completely. They wanted to do all these studies on me, but I refused to. Suddenly I was everything my dad wanted me to be, all because of this ability of mine. And no one picks on me anymore. Now it’s my turn to do and get what I want.