LEE, jacob ian

[JACOB IAN LEE,]

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LEE, jacob i a n

gerard way -- jacob ian lee

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: flea
age: im like, ya know, sixty three and a half~
roleplaying experience: psh.
roleplaying sample:

It wasn't a surprise he was awake this late, or rather even early. Black cloaked the twenty-one year old, like usual. He was almost hidden in the coffee shop, the only light emitting from him being his ipod. The light bounced off his pale skin, showing a slight smirk on his lips. Most people would find the smirk out of place, even intimidating. For Xander? It was completely normal. He loved intimidating people, scaring people. He placed his feet up on the table he was sitting at. This was really living the dream. Leaning back, he let the music that was blasting in his ears wrap around him like a blanket.

Ever so often, his past, which he always tried to push away, flowed into his mind, making him shrink down in fear. Who would think a tall, lanky kid dressed in black would be afraid of his past? It pulled him down for a moment, made him feel like he was drowning. He gasped softly, eyes opening as he tried to shake his past off his back. And right as his eyes opened, he saw a girl who was just oh so familiar.

Chelsea Hope-Artemis Lee. His teeth clenched together, pulling his leather jacket closer around him. It might have been June in New York- but he was willing to wear the same black things that he almost always wore. It was rare to see him without his makeup and black clothes. Slowly, he got up, pulling his coffee- surprisingly and ironically black- taking a sip. His teeth ground together, and his arms wrapped around himself, pulling his jacket even closer. Chelsea had said somethings to him that had cut him deep. Although, he probably deserved every one of them. He was always a dick to people lately, but he really didn't mind.

Sighing, he walked over to Chelsea, crossing his arms. “Does someone like you really need freakin' coffee in the morning?” His eyebrow raised as his fingers brushed through his hair, fixing it to what he liked it to be. “Or is that why you're so fucked up sometimes?” A sly smile slid onto his face after he spoke. Perfect.

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: jacob ian lee
nickname: Jake, JakeJake, etc.
age: 23
band, position: dear earthlings, lead guitar
sexual orientation: bisexual
hometown: savannah, GA

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here:
OKAY SO. I was originally born as a kid down in Georgia, because you know we're all born as kids, and lets just say i never really got along with my parents. I was pretty normal and calm, but they still snapped when ever I did something... foreshadowing what I would grow into. I guess I got upset over them... not accepting me and rebelled. Next thing you know I'm listening to crap they considered... "satanic." You know, those songs where you can barely tell what they're saying because they're screaming is so garbled.

I eventually started playing guitar when I was 14, and sat there practicing for hours. My sisters, Chelsea and Selene, would come in ever so often to me jamming along to bands, headbanging and sticking my tongue out... okay, maybe i wasn't into it that much.

Anyways. I decided, at age fourteen, i'd be in a band. that made me freakin hyped up. I eventually matured, i guess, and no longer wore the black that my parents abhorred so much. as soon as I hit eighteen, i upped and left. I joined one or two bands, although, they didn't really like my crazy attitude. I returned home and had a bit of a rub with my dad. Second I got back, my hair now a bright candy apple red, he was drunk as hell and pegged a fucking POT at my head! Imagine that!

I managed to duck, and sat there in shock before fighting him back. i guess that gave him the confirmation i was still a man, and that he should respect me. Or I would kill him... Okay maybe not that harsh but you get the damn idea. I had always been protective over my siblings, but once that happened, i fucking went ape shit with it. but you know, thats what brothers are for?

sorry, off topic. i eventually left again, and found a band that was like freakin perfect. they were all nuts too! so i stayed with them for a while, the lead singer and I being really.... close and all... and then I got in trouble with the cops. because of him. i... guess i don't mind. i mean, jail wasn't the funnest place in the world... and my parents were not happy with me... but you know what?

britney's back bitch. and he has a pig.

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes: pigpig, tex, stargazing, vegan food, coffee, cigarettes, stupid-ass faces, cheesy love stories, chick flicks.
dislikes: his parents, jail, his parents, people who can't have fun, his parents, serious people, his parents, getting trashed, his parents, high heels (those things are dangerous o.o), his parents, pollution, his parents, people who eat meat