10-30-2018, 05:44 AM
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- transmale, homosexual homoromantic
- addicted to alcohol and gambling(not that he can gamble a lot now)
- former boxer
- 28
- was arrested at 23 for identity fraud, providing alcohol for underage and running an illegal fighting club underground
- new york accent
- 5'3, super chubby. usually wears denim vests covered in patches and a white shirt under. denim jeans. has an eyepatch over his eye, has had this since he was 13. fluffy black hair down to his neck
- backstory is Tragic™[/spoiler]
Jett had never expected the world to drift the way it did. He hadn't seen anyone but Carlos in ages - and that was fine with Jett, he didn't want assholes to keep him company. But he missed a lot of people, especially from his fight club. Yet they'd moved on long before the apocalypse, Jett was sure of it. It had been insanity, and somehow, he had survived. It was like he and Carlos were the chosen ones or something, heh. He liked to pretend he was living in a novel or somethin wild and zany like that in times like these. Helped him cope.
Spacing out for a moment, he turned to Carlos and thought for a moment. "Is that the only blanket?" Jett was answering a question with a question, but he didn't wanna rob the guy of the blanket in this weather. Technically they could just huddle under it together, but that's gay. Jett was far from in denial about his sexuality, in fact Carlos probably knew he was gay, but - Jett wasn't sure about Carlos. And anyway, that was a joke - it really wasn't gay to share a blanket. Smiling to himself in amusement and a soft puff of breath escaping his mouth in a stifled laugh, he rubbed his mouth to make him stop smiling.
//sorry this is short compared to urs bUT
JETT JACKELL
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;"][spoiler=JETT]- jett johnson jackell- transmale, homosexual homoromantic
- addicted to alcohol and gambling(not that he can gamble a lot now)
- former boxer
- 28
- was arrested at 23 for identity fraud, providing alcohol for underage and running an illegal fighting club underground
- new york accent
- 5'3, super chubby. usually wears denim vests covered in patches and a white shirt under. denim jeans. has an eyepatch over his eye, has had this since he was 13. fluffy black hair down to his neck
- backstory is Tragic™[/spoiler]
Jett had never expected the world to drift the way it did. He hadn't seen anyone but Carlos in ages - and that was fine with Jett, he didn't want assholes to keep him company. But he missed a lot of people, especially from his fight club. Yet they'd moved on long before the apocalypse, Jett was sure of it. It had been insanity, and somehow, he had survived. It was like he and Carlos were the chosen ones or something, heh. He liked to pretend he was living in a novel or somethin wild and zany like that in times like these. Helped him cope.
Spacing out for a moment, he turned to Carlos and thought for a moment. "Is that the only blanket?" Jett was answering a question with a question, but he didn't wanna rob the guy of the blanket in this weather. Technically they could just huddle under it together, but that's gay. Jett was far from in denial about his sexuality, in fact Carlos probably knew he was gay, but - Jett wasn't sure about Carlos. And anyway, that was a joke - it really wasn't gay to share a blanket. Smiling to himself in amusement and a soft puff of breath escaping his mouth in a stifled laugh, he rubbed his mouth to make him stop smiling.
//sorry this is short compared to urs bUT