Post by Aidan O'Banion on Aug 21, 2012 9:58:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] Jason Liam Lawerence. 17. Seventh Year. Dylan O'Brien. | |
[rs=2] | Well on April 4, 2005, Jason L. Lawerence graced planet earth with my presence. That's how I view it. I was born smack dap in the middle of my two siblings to Finn and Regina (nee Gorge). I think the best way to understand me is to start with my brother. I mean, unfortunately, he was the first born. I just came to make everything better. Well, my brother was born two days before Christmas, and my mum has this thing where she refuses to put gifts under the tree until his birthday had past. He rubs it in all the time, I hate it. When he was born my family was still living on the outskirts of London in a small two bedroom home. It was good for a family just starting out, but it proved to be too small too quickly. I still never let my brother live this down. Back when my mum was pregnant with the little ball of sunshine (me) my brother was three and he liked frogs. Actually, like isn't strong enough a word. Mum told me he wanted to give "the new baby a gift" because he hoped I was a girl. He always wanted a sister apparently. I'm just a dream-killer. Well, a few days before I was born he filled the living room with frogs we caught by the pond. Mum said there were about twenty and the carpet was well...soiled. Pretty sure mum's panic attack is what caused me to be born two weeks earlier than planned...Oh the way I worded that sounds so weird. Well then as you can guess I came into the world as the sweetest baby, of course. Not really. Apparently I only went three days when they first brought me home without screaming until about two months. So charming, I know. I just had a lot to say, and I'm pretty sure there was still a frog hoping around where my bed was from my brother. You know, after he purposely dropped me when I was put into his arms because I was a boy. Drama king trying to give me brain damage. When I had just turned one we moved from our small house into a spacious four bedroom in the country-side thanks to dads promotion. Plus, there was lots of room to roam, lots of trees to hide in. There is about an eighteen month difference between me and my little sister, so we really need the spacious house. Lets just say my brother was ten times nicer to her than myself, I can't imagine why we would do such a thing. I'm charming as all hell. You know, except for the running away and hiding in trees part. I had a habit of running off in our backyard as I grew older with our dog and climbing up in trees when the dog ran back to the house for water. I would literally spend hours in the trees and when I first disappeared, I might have accidentally took a nap and gave my mother a full-blown panic attack. Meaning for the next hour after she found me I had to listen to my dad screaming at me not to run off like that while my brother died of laughter and my perfect baby sister screamed for cheerios. Meanwhile, my mum was sitting behind me while she strangled me in a hug crying her eyes out. Our house had never been a quite one. And I was only five at the time. Just imagine how much worse the noise level got as we got older. Okay I'm going to take a short moment to describe myself to you, though you've probably guessed most traits by now. One, I kill girls with my dashing good looks. Not really, I've never had a serious girlfriend but we are going to overlook that detail. I have these weird mud-colored eyes while both of my siblings have bright blue eyes and blonde hair. You don't know how many times I have had to listen to my brother claim I was adopted. But you see, I have the frog incident on my side. Not my fault he scared my mother into popping me out early....Oh god not an image I need. Okay, well lets go into a bit more of a description. I have a strong sense of humor. Strong. Though sometimes not everyone seems to get that I'm not serious and I find it hilarious. Once I put on an American accent and went to a store in town and tried my best to list off all the facts I knew about America and they actually believed I was from there. Morons. I mean, good try fellows. I also, maybe, possibly, might be not entirely straight. Don't get me wrong, I love girls. But guys might not, maybe be hard to look at either. I'm bi I guess? I just normally refer to people I'm interested in as Jason's type, I dun really claim a certain sexuality. But I'm pretty open about it, I really don't care who knows. But anyway, back to my history. I mentioned my mother was a muggle, right? I tend to get distracted a blabber a bit about whatever pops into my head. Just a tad ADHD...No problems. Well, my dad was a...quarterblood? I dunno how to say it? Both is parents were halfbloods? Maybe he counts as pureblood...Two halves make a whole? Okay, moving on. Well, dad kept it secret until she was pregnant with my brother and sometimes I wonder how she managed to stay with the bastard. (I really don't hate him, bastard is one of my favorite insults. I use it more than I should.) Well, my brother started showing his abilities with the frog incidents...Oh did I mention there was more than one? I wasn't the only sibling with a welcome home gift of frogs. Oh and there was one more...But that was my fault. I stuffed one in his pants when he kept annoying me by claiming I was adopted...His face was priceless. But more importantly, lets focus when I got my abilities. Enough about my brother, more about me. That's my motto. I am the gorgeous sibling after all (just kidding I think our sister kicks both our asses in that department.) Well, I was what, six years old? I had just started primary school and I was wearing my awesome white polo that made me match everyone else because they are bastards. (see, I like that word.) Well there I was, jean-less and in kakis saying my ABC's like nobody's business. When suddenly, the girl behind me thinks it would be an amazing idea to get her fucking bubblegum stuck in. My. Hair. Sorry, but nobody messes with my hair and that is why I style buzz-cuts nowadays. Little fucking Suzzy (not really her name, but I forgot it). I was so angry and I really don't know what happened. But the keychain on my backpack my brother gave me that was a little green frog began beating her on the top of her head. She had pissed off the frog. The teacher ran out of the room for the headmaster screaming "GHOST!" My brother died of laughter and while my parents tried to act stern, I could tell both of them were trying not to laugh. Lets just say primary school was a tough time for me to lay low. I caught our class plant on fire when I got really angry once and I think to this day my teacher believes I am the spawn of the devil. It's great. Last summer I ran into her on the street and her eyes got really wide. So when I waved at her with the biggest grin...she ran into the nearest shop with adult toys in the windows. I don't think I've laughter harder than at that moment. Especially when she pretended to be really interested in the inventory. It was a glorious time in my life that even my sister died of a giggle fit. I think she disapproves of my unafraid behavior sometimes. Here is my philosophy on life. You only live once, why waste a second dreaming about doing something stupid when you can just go be stupid? Being stupid is fun...That came out wrong but you get my point. I'm not stupid I make E's...And A's...Oh shuddup I'm going to be a naturalist. All I need to be good at is Herbology. I usually say things how I see them and I like taking chances. What's the point of just sitting back when you can climb trees? That makes no sense but I like climbing trees. No need in wasting your life playing it safe in my opinion. My brother calls it stupid, so I just throw Hakuna Matata in his face. When I was eleven I got my Hogwarts letter and my life has changed since then. I have a pet rat name Roger. That way if he bothers me I can yell "Go home Roger" though it doesn't work as well. Oh should I describe myself look wise? I mean look at me I'm gorgeous (not really). I'm pretty tall, I stand at about 5'11 off the ground so I am not lacking in the height department even though my brother is taller. My wand is eleven inches with unicorn hair. Gotta have a big wand...nope totally meant that the way it sounded. But right now I'm trying to prepare myself for my last year of Hogwarts right now. I hate exams and I'm pretty sure NEWTs will murder me. Surprised OWLs didn't. But after I'm done with my reign here and leave my baby sister, I plan to become a wizard naturalist. So, we'll see where the pieces fall. Cheerio mates! |
Bay. Twenty-One. At least 8 years. GMT 5-Eastern |
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