Post by Jason Deen on Nov 29, 2007 18:24:45 GMT -5
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Jason's seemingly perfect figure is mared by a scar that only stretches about the length of his fore-finger runs horizontally along his left forearm, a result of a fight in his child hood. His shoulder is noted by a burn mark that has pinkened his entire right shoulder. It no longer bothers him, but he will always know it's there. And finally, a scar along his knee, as well as an internal injury from the same incident. A car accedent. The knee injuries should have left him in a wheel chair, but he over came that and now it only acts up when he tries to get on his knees or when the weather is about to turn.
[/blockquote]History:
Jason Mathias Deen[/i]
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Position: History Teacher
Specific Position: World History
Hometown: Goodwood England
Family:Maria Abbigale Deen/Lancaster -- Jason's older sister, Maria, is his best friend. She looks similar to Jason, she has long brown-blonde hair and glittering blue eyes. She cares about Jason, but is excited to be getting married to Gregory Lancaster.Likes:Dislikes:
- Litterature
- History
- Guitar
- Country Music
- The Fiddle
- Cooking
- Traveling
- Photography
- Reading
- Jeans
Personality:
- Those Who Look Down On Him
- Ambulances
- Loosing His Sister
- Sluts
- Fires
- The Fact He'll Fall For Anyone
Jason has a kind disposition. He reaches out to almost anyone with an open heart. A simple goal in life, consisting mostly of him trying to find someone he truely can connect with. His gentle smile can brighten almost anyone's day, and he's just laid back enough, that you truely don't need to worry about him exploding at you if you mess up.Appearance:
Jason is a very understanding kind of guy, his parents truely assumed that he had the personality that some girls just wished they had, but didn't care; he doesn't care what other people think about him. If they have something negative to say, he will listen to them, and if he can, simply explain why that is. His parents taught him to be polite and considerate, though occasionally, he doesn't listen to what they say and just go his own way. For he feels he's of a bird, someone who holds no ties to trivial earthly things, he truely is free.
Basic ::
Standing at six feet, Jason is slightly intimidating at first. His lean, athletic figure fits him well, but he usually hides it under his normal attire, 'casual with a twist'. His eyes are an eerie grey-blue and seem to darken when it get's later in the year. Shaggy blonde-brown hair covers his head, and stops about at his eyebrows. The natural highlights fade as the year progresses, but he didn't realize that until a few years ago. His gentle smile is his selling point, a small crooked little boyish smile.
Injuries ::
Jason's seemingly perfect figure is mared by a scar that only stretches about the length of his fore-finger runs horizontally along his left forearm, a result of a fight in his child hood. His shoulder is noted by a burn mark that has pinkened his entire right shoulder. It no longer bothers him, but he will always know it's there. And finally, a scar along his knee, as well as an internal injury from the same incident. A car accedent. The knee injuries should have left him in a wheel chair, but he over came that and now it only acts up when he tries to get on his knees or when the weather is about to turn.
[/blockquote]History:
The chill of the winter didn't disturb the happy little family, all gathered around a small crib. The woman holding a small girl in her arms and her husband's hand in her own. Their loving faces stared down onto a young boy, no more than a few days old, laying curled up amongst blankets galore. The family was happy, though their large house seemed a bit empty at night, without the fire crackling, or the chandelier lit up.Experience:
The years passed easily for Jason Deen, though he didn't exactly fit into his family, his free-spirit ever trying to be tamed by his parents, but never by his sister. His sister loved him deerly, but Jason just seemed to be as simple as could be, he refused the many fancy cashmeir shirts that his parents tried to put him in, and he wore simple jeans and shirts. When he reached fifth grade, he had admited to his parents that he loved English and History, neither were what his parents approved of, they appreciated Art, or Math, or Science, not History and English. But Jason felt right within the 'sacred walls' of the two classes. Many of his class mates didn't belive him when he told them that Maria was his sister, they all thought they looked similar, for Maria wore Abercrombie and other American attires, but Jason wore simple jeans and shirts.
When Jason reached High School, he and Maria had been going to the Goodwood Festival of Speed for a few years now, but all of a sudden, Maria stopped wanting to go, she plain refused. He noticed differences in his sister, like the fact she was pouring into her studies on the U.S. and never really doing anything with Jason anymore. Even though he was fourteen and she was eighteen, they were still close, just not as close. And then she told him. She'd applied to Texas Tech, a college in the U.S. and was leaving for it the following month. Though Jason was devistated, he let her go without saying a word. But she soon transfered out of Texas Tech and began going to a small school in Brooklyn, Crescent Hill. Jason didn't like being alone in the large house with just his parents, he loved his parents more than anything, but they just didn't understand why he choose the studies that he did. But not long after he turned eighteen, his parents went to go visit Maria and he refused to go, he wanted to be alone for a bit. They'd only been gone for two days when he got the call.
Already enrolled in Harvard, down in the states, Jason packed his things and left Goodwood, never looking back. He graduated from Harvard after five long years of pain and suffering, most of which were due to a car accedent he'd been in when he was a Junior there. His car had rolled on ice and then the radio blew up. Flames licked his shoulder, scarring him for life, and leaving him in a wheel chair for two years. He was forced to take a break from school and lived with Maria, still studing to be a teacher. The day of his graduation, he stood up from the wheel chair for the first time on his own and walked across the stage with his teeth gritted. Ever since then, he hasn't sat in a wheel chair.
He began searching for where his parents were actually shot, but none of the police would tell him. He finally figured it out from reviewing old News Broadcasts on YouTube and then located the school where Maria had gone for a half semester. Crescent. He'd had a few jobs previously, until his searching led him away, all of them small schools, elementary schools, a high school, and a librarian at a college. But now, he resides easily as the World History teacher at Crescent Hill University, a picture of Maria, his parents, and Maria's cat on his desk.
Jason has worked at one private school, one elementary school, one university, one High School, and one Prep academy, all of which he was an educator. He is strongly dedicated to his work, and is determined to succeed, even though he is only in his mid-twenties. Though he is young, he tries to make the learning process fun, and yet, still understand what the students are going through, having been there himself not too many years ago.Hopes/Goals:
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- Be the best teacher he can
- Find someone that he can connect to
- Be there when Maria needs him
- Get atleast two of his pictures published
- Teach students the best and worst of history