CARTER, JACOBY ARMANI

[jacoby]

jacoby armani carter.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. jacoby armani carter
stage name. jacoby carter
nicknames. jake
age dob. twenty-three, august seventh
gender. male
sexual orientation. straight
career. film actor
hometown. cleveland, ohio


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 6'2"
eyes. blue
hair. brown
build. athletic
distinguishing features. he's got a couple of scars on his arms, but it's nothing that airbrushing cannot fix.
play-by. matt lanter


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. camping, hiking, biking, fishing, running, walking, laughing, hanging around people, singing, dancing, listening to music, people watching, going to the movies, italian food, red roses, drinking coffee, trying new things, going on adventures, winning at things, being asked for his autograph, seeing people happy, animals, hollywood, standing out, doing whatever he feels like, going on dates, taking risks, chewing gum, partying every now and then, looking at the stars, playing the xbox.
hates. being pushed around, not standing up for people, always being the shoulder to cry on, not getting the attention he wants, being ordered around, having to abide by peoples rules, limitations, being doubted, getting hurt, hurting other people; intentionally, soap operas, rap music, slugs, bugs, junk food, beer, being dirty, having to take baths, commitment, small children, being compared to other people, being abandoned, crappy horror movies, mexican food.
quirks. he smokes when he's nervous, he tells a lot of retarded sexual jokes to be funny, he rambles a lot about nothing.
aspirations. to get asked for his autograph, to stare in an award winning film, to be completely and totally comfortable in his own skin.
secrets. when he's nervous he'll occasionally smoke a cigarette to ease the tension, he's been in more fights than he can count, he's scared to death of the idea of love, he is colorblind in his left eye, when he was seven he watched someone get hit by a bus.
personality evaluated.


jake isn't your stereotypical twenty-three year old guy. he's got a lot of personality and all of it adds up and makes him unique. for starters, he doesn't really take orders well at all. he's a free spirit and he doesn't really like people giving him limitations on what he can and cannot do. if he's given limits, he will do everything he can in order to push them. there isn't a lot that he wouldn't do to make a statement. underneath his rough exterior, he's a teddy bear. he tries to make himself seem hard and dangerous, but in all reality, he wouldn't hurt a fly.. if they didn't deserve it. growing up, he has had a lot of training in kickboxing and he knows how to defend himself. he has a very rough exterior because that is the image he wants to portray; he doesn't really want anyone messing with him, so he likes to establish that he's not really one to be messed with.

women are strange and foreign to him. he has had a ton of girlfriends in the past, but they all ended up really badly. he's got a wondering eye, but that's not really something he can help. if they don't keep his interest, he gets bored and tends to move on. in short, he's kind of a heart breaker. it's not that he's typically aware of what he's doing, he just doesn't stop and look at everything in order to be aware. then again, nobody really points out his faults, so he's clueless. jake has the potential to be the sweetest guy in the world, he's just looking for someone that he thinks deserves that kind of attention.

he's petrified of love and he tries his hardest to stray away from it at all costs. in his mind, love is what brings people to their knees and it shatters worlds; he doesn't want any part in that. jake has seen the bad in a lot of people and he doesn't trust very easily. it takes a lot to get to know him due to the fact that he's very reserved and guarded, but he's the best friend anyone could ever ask for once they take the time out of their lives to actually get to know him. jacoby is extremely protective of the people he cares about and he's the first one to stand up for what he believes in. he won't take know for an answer and he's very persistent. he tends to get what he wants.. most of the time.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. phillip carter , 46, attourney.
mother. elizabeth carter , 42, surgeon.
siblings. victoria jane carter , 21, student.
pets. none
other family.
history evaluated.

• he was born on august seventh, not particularly a good birthday, but he likes it. though, he'd never be able to tell you why.
  
• his parents signed him up for sports when he was old enough and he took an immediate liking to them; soccer and baseball especially.
  
• by the time he entered middle school, he was playing on the soccer, baseball, and football teams and he was developing quite a reputation for himself. he was pretty well liked, due to the fact he grew into his looks early.
  
• when he was nine, he broke his collar bone when he was playing football; it healed up nicely, but it ended his season early.
  
• entering high school, jake had a name for himself and was put on the varsity teams at his high school. he was well liked and occasionally getting into trouble.
  
• when he was seventeen, jacoby fell into the wrong crowd and started going to parties and smoking pot. they convinced him that it would be fun to vandalize a church and in the process, he got caught and put in a juvenile detention center for a month.
  
• having finished high school early, he was sentenced to community service, which opened him up to the theatre world and he was cast in the community play which took place in the town's theatre.
  
• having participated in such an amazing thing, jacoby finally figured out what he wanted to do with his life and when he was old enough and financially stable, he packed up and moved to los angeles, california to persue an acting career.
  
• he has been cast in a number of commercials and small time things, but he's just waiting on his big break to come around and smack him in the face.
  
• currently, he's living in los angeles and doing everything he possibly can in order to make a name for himself; any way possible.
  
• he has been meeting a lot of new people and he has been trying to get his name out to producers, which hasn't been working. but that's not stopping him.
  

/ christmas came early for me

alias. michelle
years of rp experience. sevenish - eight.
other characters. bandit.
how did you find us. psht. i donno.
roleplay sample.

To be completely honest, Taryn had been dreading tonight all day. She just wanted to stay at the agency and do what she was good at; modeling. She hated dancing at night. The only thing Taryn liked about dancing was the fact that she didn't actually have to get completely naked. If she did, then she would have absolutely no respect for herself. That's not how she was brought up and really, she wouldn't have absolutely hated herself if she was naked. Luckily for her, she got to keep her underwear and stuff on. It wasn't like Taryn wasn't good at dancing, because she was, but it was just the fact that she hated having to work in a place this to actually survive in the world by herself. It's not like this place was a shit hole, because really, it wasn't. It was nicely furnished and the building itself was in great condition. It was a newer club, so the place was relatively nice. Still, she hated coming to this place every weekend and really, it was nice to have a secret to herself.. until now. It was almost as if she led a double life that nobody knew about. Almost like she was superman and nobody knew her other identity. Taryn was good at hiding her feelings unlike the rest of the population. She was good at pretending not to care and pretending that things didn't hurt her. Really, a lot of things hurt Taryn. She wished that she had the emotional capabilities of Superman sometimes. Especially nights like tonight when all she wanted to do was get drunk and have a good time, but someone always had to ruin things for her. Tonight was no different. Oddly, Taryn could tell that she was starting to push some of Tayla's buttons. She loved doing that to people. The only other thing that Taryn loved more than pushing people's buttons was the comments she got from her photographers. Sometimes they would tell her that they used her in as an example in other people's sessions. She knew for a fact that things like that got under Tayla's skin.

"Oh, pretty often, actually. I mean, it's pretty fun to think about considering there are so many possibilities. Seriously, have you ever actually stopped to think about it? Oh wait.. I forgot you only thing about one thing, and it's nothing even remotely productive" Taryn wasn't about to give into the girl being a complete bitch. After all, she wasn't really bothered by her yet. It honestly wasn't the first time in which Taryn was told that she should just off herself. The last time, it was more or less a joke, but still, it wasn't the first time. It never really bothered Taryn when she was told to kill herself mainly because she had gotten over that phase a long time ago. She used to be a cutter and really, she realized just how stupid and dumb it was. Though, she never denied cutting when it came to things like sex. After all, Taryn wasn't much of one for playing nice in the bedroom. Still, it never ceased to amuse Taryn how immature Tayla was being. It seemed that nobody in the agency was mature. It was funny in a weird way considering that they were all supposed to be like 'poster children'. After all, they were found on numerous posters. The agency just wanted them to act the part also, which really, none of them did. None of this petty arguing and sarcastic remarks were going to get them nowhere and Taryn knew that. T hated girls like Tayla. They were all talk and really, couldn't possibly defend themselves when actually faced with an actual fight. Tayla was more or less the kicking and scratching type of girl whereas Taryn was pure punches and actual skill, not luck. She knew that she was going to get her ass beat once she started working at the club, so she took her self defense classes. Taryn just simply shook her head when Tayla mentioned her sleeping with the wrong people. "Really, sex just isn't that important to me as it is for other people, you included. I'm just picky about who I have sex with. I actually have standards"

Taryn's walk to the alley was a lot harder for her than she expected it to be. The alcohol was really kicking her ass and she knew it, but was she going to stop when she got back into club? No. Still, as she walked out into the alley, she staggered and it was hard for her eyes to adjust to the dark once she actually got out there and got situated in the place that she wanted to. Taryn's vision was doing that thing where it zooms in and out of focus, which in turn made her dizzy. It was all right because she had that fuzzy feeling inside of her as the alcohol roamed free throughout her body. Once the girl finally got out into the alleyway and started shoving her, Taryn scoffed and laughed a little before she hit the wall. Being against a wall wasn't some place that she necessarily preferred to be during a fight, but she knew that Tayla was not going to bring much of a fight anyway. Besides, not fighting back was her best bet for now. Not only was it protecting Tayla, but it was also pissed her off at the same time. Once Tayla got close to her without actually touching her, Taryn just lowered her head a little and grinned maliciously at her. It was almost like she was stalking her prey, waiting for the perfect time to pounce and tear it limb from limb. Out of the corner of her eye, Taryn watched as Tayla clenched her fist. Immidiately, Taryn was filled with excitement and hope that the girl was actually going to throw a punch. All Taryn's plan was going to be was to simply move her head to the side, thus causing her to punch the wall and her knuckles to shatter. That would allow her to get in a punch and send her to the ground. To be completely honest, it was hard standing above the girl, looking at her the whole time because really, the girl was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous, honestly, that Taryn didn't want to even throw a punch and damage such an image. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking that since she despised Tayla, but how could she not? When Tayla grabbed her face and pressed her lips up against her own, Taryn was literally caught off guard. She never expected it and really, she wanted it too. She wanted to taste her for herself and now that she had, she didn't want to quit, but with a grunt she felt Tayla pull away and drop her hands. For once, Taryn was speechless.

There was something about Tayla that Taryn wanted. That kiss left her wanting more and really, Taryn wasn't about to let that slip away. It was bad, yes, but since when did Taryn avoid bad things? Hearing the girl speak, a smile crossed Taryn's face before she walked forward, placed her hands on the girl's hips bringing her closer to where she could press her own body against hers, and finally gently pressing her lips against the girl's again. It was gentle and slow at first, but soon it grew into something with more passion and more fierocity behind it. It was completely obvious that she wanted her now.

[anna]

hell yeahz matt lanter <3