KEEGAN, jaren craig

[keegan]

jaren craig keegan.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. jaren craig keegan
stage name. jaren keegan
nicknames. keeg, jare, jay, j-keeg
age & dob. twenty nine & april 2nd 1981
gender. male
sexual orientation. bisexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. sacramento, california


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'11
eyes. brown
hair. dark brown
build. muscular
distinguishing features. pointed nose
play-by. harry shum jr.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.
-laughing
-beaches
-surfing
-ginger ale
-acting
-beat-boxing
-action movies
-comedies
-humour
-dancing
-running
-working out
hates.
-cigarettes
-fish
-uptight people
-rules
-being told what to do
-sappy movies
-exaggeration
-winter
quirks.
-nods his head to the beat whenever music is on
-laughs when there's an awkward silence
-flicks himself in the leg when he's thinking
aspirations.
-to show everyone that's he's just a normal person
-to travel to every single continent
-win an award for acting
secrets.
-he's secretly insecure about what people think about him, but covers it up by acting nonchalant all the time
-he was adopted and was originally from a slum in china
personality evaluated. Jaren is the kind of person that you can talk to without having to worry about whether he really thinks you're boring or not. He's fun-loving, and always tries to look at the bright side of things. His optimism brings him a long way - he makes the best of every situation and concentrates on the good things about life, not on the bad ones. He's not the kind of person who can be caged up and not the kind of person who follows every single rule laid out for him. He's a rebel and a daredevil, and he'll do practically anything for a bit of fun and adventure. He likes to believe that there's good in everything and everyone, and that no one should be excluded just because of their background, beliefs or personality.

However, he has a big temper and can get pissed off at the very slightest thing. He isn't the kind of person who will back down in a fight, and will argue until the other person gives in or gives up. He likes to stand for what he believes in, and sometimes that can lead to trouble. Although he might seem very open and calm about everything, he is actually very insecure about what people think of him and puts on his facade so that they view him as someone who can't be put to tears or break down. He's quite blunt about things - he's the person who will tell you if you're acting stupid or if you're having a bad hair day. Jaren's personality can lead to people's feelings getting hurt, but he isn't very good at comprehending and guessing other people's emotions and how they're feeling. He's not the kind of person who will understand a subtle hint.

He is a pretty ambitious person, but he reaches his goals the fun and relaxed way. He doesn't work hard when he doesn't need to, and when he does he always tries to make the situation easier for himself. He has a relaxed view-point of life, and figures that the only way to go through it is to have fun. He likes to crack jokes and play pranks, and will do practically anything for a laugh. Overall, he's an easy-going person, as long as you don't mess with him.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Craig George Keegan, 60, former tennis player turned investment advisor (adopted father)
mother. Lia Grace Keegan, 54, store manager (adopted mother)
siblings. n/a
pets. Roxie, a golden retriever
other family. Huan Jing Zhang, deceased, birth father
Lian Hua Zhang, deceased, birth mother
history evaluated. Jaren was born to a poor Chinese couple, and was raised in a slum. His mother died at childbirth, and his father was always preoccupied with making sure that they had enough to eat rather than taking care of his baby boy. At the age of 2, Jaren's father died of heat stroke. He was put under the care of an orphanage, where orphans who were born under very unfortunate situations like him were raised. Meanwhile, Craig and Lia Keegan wanted a child, but Lia turned out to be infertile. Her mother was a Chinese immigrant to America, and therefore they decided that they would help out a child from China and adopt them, a win-win situation. They adopted the then 4-year-old Jaren and gave him a new life in America.

He was put into school, but being from a total different part of a world, he did poorly in his learning and could only speak a few words in English. His parents then decided to let his grandmother tutor him, as she understood both Chinese and English. He was eager to learn, and soon found himself to be quite adept in English and at school. He became an active child who loved to swim and play sports, relishing in all the opportunities he had in America. He had a pleasant childhood and parents who loved him.

When he moved onto middle school, he began becoming interested in drama. His drama teacher quickly saw potential in him, and encouraged him to keep going at it. They kept in touch even after Jaren went onto high school, which was how he got his first opportunity to act at a semi-professional level. His former teacher had a cousin who was a casting director for a local department store commercial. She encouraged Jaren to try it out, and so he did and landed the part. It wasn't a huge success, but it was a huge step for Jaren as an actor. His parents were encouraging of his talent, and found him an agent. During and after he graduated from college, he landed a spot in a few more commercials and a cameo in multiple tv shows. He moved to Los Angeles and started making a name for himself, one step at a time.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. emi
years of rp experience. 3
other characters. n/a
how did you find us. advertisement
roleplay sample.

It didn’t always seem like so to adoring fans, but it was hard to be famous. Not because of the ever-present paparazzi or because of all of the teenagers trying to get autographs to show off to their friends, not like Craig Hamilton had much of either. Sometimes being a mere composer whose only claim to stalkers was to be recognized from some important awards show with much more important and limelight-stealing actors present wasn’t that bad. No, the reason why he found the most tedious about having the chance to write a few scores for a few notable movies was all of the events during when he felt the obligation to put on something more formal than his regular clothes. But then again, his regular clothes consisted of t-shirts with slogans, sometimes offensive and worn out sneakers that he had owned since who knows how long. At least 10 years. Unfortunately for him though, casual attire wasn’t exactly appropriate for highly publicized events. Which included this charity event that he wasn’t sure why he had received an invite to. There was probably going to be names a lot more notable than his out there. Well, if you thought about it, it wasn’t so much of a bad thing. Less cameras flashing, taking pictures of what would probably look like a hastily thrown on outfit chosen by someone who had next to no experience with dressing nicely. Was there any particular reason that the description seemed to match the exact epitome of Craig?

Yeah, he could probably ask a stylist to help him. But there was a reason that he had dismissed all requests to help him get dressed for the occasion - they would probably put him into a disgustingly uncomfortable dress suit, complete with a plain black or red tie that would be so unlike the ties that he was fond of, complete with smiley faces with their tongues sticking out. If only someone would actually let him “embarrass himself”, like his chauffeur who liked to talk and criticize him way too much would say. He’d probably lock the car’s doors and put them on hold, making sure that Craig wouldn’t be able to exit the car and enter the crowd dressed in such a way. If you asked him, personal chauffeurs shouldn’t be allowed to criticize in such a manner. They were meant for driving, not for annoying their clients’ asses off. But believe it or not, the composer cared way too much about all of his staff to fire them. Besides, he’d feel really bad and not be able to sleep, thinking about all the consequences that his potentially former staff would face in life because they didn’t have a job, or at least one that was so satisfying. Like people would call trying to get someone to dress appropriately satisfying. Craig himself sure wouldn’t have liked it had he not been the one who was acting the most difficult.

But being the difficult person that he was, the guy finally just put on a waistcoat that effectively covered up a smiling cartoon purple bunny rabbit that was smack in front of his shirt. Pulling over that a suit jacket he had only ever used for a few hours every couple of months in his life, he looked at himself in a mirror and declared himself presentable. Anyways, there was always good food at these events. He loved the free food. Usually he just got himself take-out over the phone, knowing that if he ever tried to cook something of his own it would end up rather similar to a disaster. And this was from prior experience. He sighed and stepped into the annoying chauffeur driven limousine. Craig didn’t like limousines so much. The windows were always annoyingly tinted on the outside, which led to people hoping that the person sitting inside it was one of their hot new favourite actors. While there were some people who thought that he was hot, which baffled him for hours on end, he wasn’t exactly a new favourite actor. Therefore, he only ever used limos for special events. There were too many of them though, if you asked him. Couldn’t everything just be condensed into an extremely, boringly long event? Then he’d only have to dread the occasion once a year. Plus he wouldn’t have to spend so much time thinking about what the heck he was going to wear. Girls always thought that they had it worse, but he could definitely beg to differ. After all, they just needed to put on a dress. Really, how hard was that?

“Well, at least this isn’t as bad as what you wanted to wear last time you were invited to a charity event,” his ever-talking chauffeur commented. Last time he had gotten so mad at the stylist for criticizing his clothing choices he had kicked her out. He then came out with an oversized t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. But then again, Mr. I Know Everything About What It’s Like To Be Some Sort Of Celebrity couldn’t see the bunny rabbit on Craig’s shirt. Now, if he could, what would he say? Maybe roll his eyes and talk about how strange the habits of his client was. Well, Hamilton could live with that. After all, he had definitely been called strange before, for his whole entire 30 year life. In fact, now he thought of it as some sort of a compliment. But either way, he was not mentioning the shirt he was wearing underneath the whole get-up. He just wanted to get to the event as soon as possible and take all the free food it had. Hopefully there would be Brussels sprouts. He loved Brussels sprouts. So he didn’t mention anything and half listened to his chauffeur’s rant about how important it was to act properly and not get into any trouble. And the most important rule of all, not embarrass himself. Well, Craig would need several good luck wishes for that.

He exited the limousine as soon as they got to the high-rise hotel, not prepared for the overwhelming amount of people there was standing in front of it. Even if his walk into the actual building wasn’t interrupted by fans, reporters, photographers and maybe a few friends, it was still going to be a tedious entrance. He tried to get in as indiscreetly as possible, but not before making a face at one of the many cameras. What would his staff think of that? He attempted to gently push past reporters trying to get paid by what they recorded, ignoring microphones placed under his mouth and finally got into the building. Well, that was hectic. He was never really used to it, even though he had experienced it a countless number of times. Craig looked around for the free food, but lucky for him it seemed like they had some everywhere. Servers coming around with big plates, it was like a big buffet. He took a few celery sticks and started chewing on them as he walked around, knowing that it would be so much more interesting if he just got to stay at home and watch some reruns of lame tv shows. But unfortunately, he could hardly go do that right now. He sighed, turned his head around to see how many people were actually here when he got elbowed in the stomach quite irritatingly. Ow.

Looking up at whoever cut in front of him, he noticed a sort of familiar looking face. But then again, most faces at this event were familiar. He attempted to stifle a laugh as he noticed that the other guy had spilled all the contents of his drink glass onto his shirt. Would he be one of those people, screaming and blaming everyone in sight? Hopefully not. Craig raised his eyebrows as the man gave his apologies, thankfully not blaming it on him. “No problem at all. Yeah, I might’ve gotten some on me but who really cares? It’s not like I wear these clothes everyday,” he said gesturing down at his elegant jacket. “Besides, hope you don’t mind me saying this, but your shirt looks a lot better now. Not like you’re trying too hard to fit in.” He had no problem with being a little blunt, but he smiled at the end of his comment hoping that the guy, who he figured was from some movie he had watched once, wouldn’t take that as an insult. “But since you look pretty interesting, you wanna hang out at this stupid event?” He was bored. Asking people to hang out with him wasn’t something he’d normally do, but this guy didn’t seem so bad so far. Maybe they’d get to be friends or something.

[sidsid]