Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 7, 2006 12:23:10 GMT
Surname;; Carlson
Forenames;; Jason Ryan
Age;; 28
Physical Appearance;; Sandy blonde to light brown hair which is normally cut short. On lazy days, which happens frequently, he dawns facial hair; stubble or a lame attempt at a beard, muscular and strong build, green eyes and about 6'1. His shoulders are normally shrugged back in an on going attempt to hide certian aspects of himself. His sharp and distinct eyes normally avoid looking most people square in the eye, as he has a fear of judgement. He carries himself well and takes good care of himself. However, he nows just how to work his charm when the time calls for it. A few bats of his eyelashes and a cheap show of his dimples here, and he's normally getting what he wants. It helps him charm his way out of trouble at work, or at least he'd like to think. In most cases he still ends up shit creek with no paddle.
When he's without the uniform he's normally dressed to impressed. The latest fashion, worn out ripped faded jeans, tee shirts to long sleeve shirts or even dress shirts. He was raised to carry himself well by his mother, and he does just that. On the rare occassion he'll ditch his contacts and trade them for his glasses. Complaining the contacts either dry or bother his eyes. He'd rather look like a dork when he's not playing hero then be rubbing at his eyes for the entirity of the day.
Personality;; Quiet and easy going for the most part. he has his circle of friends and people he keeps closest to him and that's all that really matters to him. He associates with the people at work only for the sake of having to do so, and the few of them that are his close friends. He keeps himself well guarded, keeps things to himself and isn't much of a tell all person. Chance are if he's hurting or upset, you won't know until he finally just explodes. It's never really pretty. Though when the time calls he can be rather cocky and hot headed, he's protective over the ones he cares about, sometimes a little too much. which comes in handy with his career choice. He's not shy to throw himself in the line of danger if it means saving somebody else.
Background;; It had been a shift like any other. Working the late crappy hours of 11pm to 7am in the beat car along side his partner when the call had come in. His blaze of glory, play the hero mindframe got him in trouble that night and Jason ended up shot in the upper shoulder. A lot of fears crossed his mind while riding in the back of the ambulence. Losing his job, dying, whatever else could happen. The last thing he had thought about was falling in love with one of the nurses. There was something in Griffin's eyes that was relaxing, something that kept him from literally going insane on the exam table. He hadn't told anyone at work about his sexual prefernce, not until then. When Griffin first made the offer to move in Jason was against it. He didn't need help, didn't want help, but as time went on, things changed.
His family was aware, against and not too pleased, but aware that he wouldn't be bringing home a wife and kids some day. They have his brother and sister to depend on for that stuff.
The happiest time of his life was spent in the relationship with Griffin, and when the idea surfaced to stay roomates but stop the dating, things got somewhat hard. He had changedhis ways, tried to down the role of hero with the notion that he had someone else to worry about, someone important. But since the seperation and settlement of just being friends, Jason has gone back to old habits. Like some say, they die hard.
Job;; Police Officer
School/College/University;; Done with all of that.
Pets;; n/a
Sample Post;; He shrugged his broad shoulders back in order to shimmy out of his jacket, his eyes tiredly squinting in the direction of the long body sprawled out over the living room couch. He haphazardly tossed his coat onto the back of a chair, and kicked his way out of his boots, sending them flying toward the closet near the door way. "Did I miss anything exciting tonight?" his hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, his shoulders shrugging back a little more carefully this time, his hand raising up to push the fabric off his right shoulder. This was how it was, he kept kidding himself and everyone else around him. It was just a small white lie, say there's no pain when in reality there was a lot of praying to god just to make it stop, even offering to be a better man. He turned his back with a wince, finally managing to get the shirt off.
"No. Not really." he grunted in response to the other voice, tossing the shirt over the back of a chair in the dining room as he passed it, his hand rubbing at the scar along his shoulder. Moving himself towards the kitchen, he blinked his eyes, hand running down his face as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anything to eat?"
The other man pointed with a wave of his long arm toward the kitchen, his head barely even raising, eyes barely blinking away from whatever sports game was on the television set. "Stuff on the counter. Or you can order in." Jason's tongue rolled out between his lips to moisturize them, his jaw gritting as he hissed and bit back the urge to say something. He hated this, how it was over. Over with a lot, really, a lot of tension between them. Either sexual or the kind you needed a chainsaw to cut through.
His shoulders sunk, eyes glancing in the direction of the flailing arm. "Alright then." he dragged his feet below him as he shuffled his way towards the kitchen, his hand flicking the light switch on as he passed by. "Guess I can just settle for leftovers and beer." he mumbled under his breath, pratically able to hear the opposing man's eyes roll into the back of his head.
He leaned down as he pulled the fridge open, peeking into it and rumaging through containers of left over food, beverages that consisted mostly of beer, beer, or water. With a heavy hearted sigh he swung the door shut, marching out of the kitchen in the direction of the bathroom. "I'm going to shower." and just like that, he closed the door behind them to break off their contact.
Other;; [editted]
ooc: wow. I went to hit modify and somehow hit delete. lack of sleep. forgive me!
Forenames;; Jason Ryan
Age;; 28
Physical Appearance;; Sandy blonde to light brown hair which is normally cut short. On lazy days, which happens frequently, he dawns facial hair; stubble or a lame attempt at a beard, muscular and strong build, green eyes and about 6'1. His shoulders are normally shrugged back in an on going attempt to hide certian aspects of himself. His sharp and distinct eyes normally avoid looking most people square in the eye, as he has a fear of judgement. He carries himself well and takes good care of himself. However, he nows just how to work his charm when the time calls for it. A few bats of his eyelashes and a cheap show of his dimples here, and he's normally getting what he wants. It helps him charm his way out of trouble at work, or at least he'd like to think. In most cases he still ends up shit creek with no paddle.
When he's without the uniform he's normally dressed to impressed. The latest fashion, worn out ripped faded jeans, tee shirts to long sleeve shirts or even dress shirts. He was raised to carry himself well by his mother, and he does just that. On the rare occassion he'll ditch his contacts and trade them for his glasses. Complaining the contacts either dry or bother his eyes. He'd rather look like a dork when he's not playing hero then be rubbing at his eyes for the entirity of the day.
Personality;; Quiet and easy going for the most part. he has his circle of friends and people he keeps closest to him and that's all that really matters to him. He associates with the people at work only for the sake of having to do so, and the few of them that are his close friends. He keeps himself well guarded, keeps things to himself and isn't much of a tell all person. Chance are if he's hurting or upset, you won't know until he finally just explodes. It's never really pretty. Though when the time calls he can be rather cocky and hot headed, he's protective over the ones he cares about, sometimes a little too much. which comes in handy with his career choice. He's not shy to throw himself in the line of danger if it means saving somebody else.
Background;; It had been a shift like any other. Working the late crappy hours of 11pm to 7am in the beat car along side his partner when the call had come in. His blaze of glory, play the hero mindframe got him in trouble that night and Jason ended up shot in the upper shoulder. A lot of fears crossed his mind while riding in the back of the ambulence. Losing his job, dying, whatever else could happen. The last thing he had thought about was falling in love with one of the nurses. There was something in Griffin's eyes that was relaxing, something that kept him from literally going insane on the exam table. He hadn't told anyone at work about his sexual prefernce, not until then. When Griffin first made the offer to move in Jason was against it. He didn't need help, didn't want help, but as time went on, things changed.
His family was aware, against and not too pleased, but aware that he wouldn't be bringing home a wife and kids some day. They have his brother and sister to depend on for that stuff.
The happiest time of his life was spent in the relationship with Griffin, and when the idea surfaced to stay roomates but stop the dating, things got somewhat hard. He had changedhis ways, tried to down the role of hero with the notion that he had someone else to worry about, someone important. But since the seperation and settlement of just being friends, Jason has gone back to old habits. Like some say, they die hard.
Job;; Police Officer
School/College/University;; Done with all of that.
Pets;; n/a
Sample Post;; He shrugged his broad shoulders back in order to shimmy out of his jacket, his eyes tiredly squinting in the direction of the long body sprawled out over the living room couch. He haphazardly tossed his coat onto the back of a chair, and kicked his way out of his boots, sending them flying toward the closet near the door way. "Did I miss anything exciting tonight?" his hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, his shoulders shrugging back a little more carefully this time, his hand raising up to push the fabric off his right shoulder. This was how it was, he kept kidding himself and everyone else around him. It was just a small white lie, say there's no pain when in reality there was a lot of praying to god just to make it stop, even offering to be a better man. He turned his back with a wince, finally managing to get the shirt off.
"No. Not really." he grunted in response to the other voice, tossing the shirt over the back of a chair in the dining room as he passed it, his hand rubbing at the scar along his shoulder. Moving himself towards the kitchen, he blinked his eyes, hand running down his face as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anything to eat?"
The other man pointed with a wave of his long arm toward the kitchen, his head barely even raising, eyes barely blinking away from whatever sports game was on the television set. "Stuff on the counter. Or you can order in." Jason's tongue rolled out between his lips to moisturize them, his jaw gritting as he hissed and bit back the urge to say something. He hated this, how it was over. Over with a lot, really, a lot of tension between them. Either sexual or the kind you needed a chainsaw to cut through.
His shoulders sunk, eyes glancing in the direction of the flailing arm. "Alright then." he dragged his feet below him as he shuffled his way towards the kitchen, his hand flicking the light switch on as he passed by. "Guess I can just settle for leftovers and beer." he mumbled under his breath, pratically able to hear the opposing man's eyes roll into the back of his head.
He leaned down as he pulled the fridge open, peeking into it and rumaging through containers of left over food, beverages that consisted mostly of beer, beer, or water. With a heavy hearted sigh he swung the door shut, marching out of the kitchen in the direction of the bathroom. "I'm going to shower." and just like that, he closed the door behind them to break off their contact.
Other;; [editted]
ooc: wow. I went to hit modify and somehow hit delete. lack of sleep. forgive me!
