JONES, Wesley Peter

[catybug]

Peter Wesley Jones
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All the basic info

••• Name: Peter Wesley Jones
••• Alias: Pete, Petey
••• Age: Nineteen
••• Gender: Male
••• Sexual Orientation: Hetero
••• Species: Druid
••• Loyal to: No one
••• Alignment Light
••• Element: Fire. Wind. Water. Earth. ( Mage Only )
••• Companion: Pick. Racoon
••• Play By: Oliver Martyn John Phelps

LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS
Likes, dislikes, etc

••• Likes: Pick
Rain
Chocolate
Animals
Earth
Being a smart ass
Being complemented
Girls
Being in control
Making others laugh
••• Dislikes:Bullies
Demons
Vampires
Hunters
Animal abusers
Spiders

••• Pet Peeves: Those who pick on those weaker than them
Those who abuse and animals
Those who disrespect women
Demons



••• Weaknesses: Inclosed places ( Claustrophobia)
Seeing a girl cry
He doesn't know when to take things seriously
His arrogance
Is easily distracted

••• Strengths: Strong willed
Refusal to give up
Always able to smile


••• Habits:Fidgets allot
Mouthing off
Not knowing when to shut up
Biting his lip when nervous
Running hands through hair
Talking to himself
••• Overall Personality:

He is one of those guys that, almost no matter what, he will smile and laugh. Very laid back, very easy going, not much can keep Peter down. He has a very optimistic out look on life. His happy-go-lucky nature can often lead him to be very immature sometimes though, and he is often getting onto someones nerves. He doesn't really care though. Why would he? As long as he can live with himself at the end of the day. Other things that tend to get on people's nerves is the fact he doesn't necessarily know when to shut up, or take things seriously. He's what most would call ADHD. He always has to be moving ,and is rather easily distracted.He's good to have around when you need a little cheering up though.

Another thing that can bother people is he can be very arrogant. He's rather full of himself and thinks that almost nothing can touch him. He is also very clever, he knows how to use words wisely, but other time it causes him to be a smart alec. He is also a bit of a kleptomaniac, he doesn't normally steal things really big or really expensive, but he is quite the pickpocket.

He is also rather the flirt, though in no way in a degrading manner. he hates those who disrespects women and those who do have a chance of being punched in the face. Like the cliche redhead, while he's pretty laid back, he can have quite a flaring temper.

Despite his normal cheerfulness... even he can have his fits of depression and hopelessness. Times of weakness. Usually when he's alone in the confines of his apartment. Not everything is as hunk dory as he trees to make it out to be obviously. He jsut tries to make it seem to be.

Looking past his sometimes annoying flaws, he is rather likable, tries to live life to its fullest, and he's a good friend. He will do anything for someone he cares about.

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
Appearance and what not

••• Hair: A bright fiery red. Goes down to his shoulder's
••• Eyes: Brown
••• Weight: 145
••• Height: 6 foot
••• Body Type: Skinny
••• Distinguishing Marks: Mark all Druids have
••• Overall Appearance:

He's still somewhat boy like in appearance. Pale-skinned and rather lanky. He has a somewhat sharp jawline. His eyes are almond shape and a deep brown color. What he hates most about his appearance is his nose, which is rather on the large. Dark freckles dot his cheeks. His hair is a bright fiery red, almost blond, and his eyebrows of course match. Its rather on the longest side, going down to his shoulders.He is what you might call a bean pole. Tall and not much muscle too him. His legs are long as are his arms. His skin is a pale color, and often slightly pink with sun burn. " The curse of a red head" He will often joke. He often wears casual clothes. Most of the time what ever he draws out of the closet. Mostly a t-shirt and blue jeans. He doesn't go very many places where he has to wear anything fancy.

YOU CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY
History and other info

••• Birth Place: Self explanatory
••• Family: Illia Jones ( Mother. Dad) Wesley Jones ( Father-Dead) Annie Jones ( Sister- Whereabouts Uknown, presumed dead) Terance Andrews
••• History:

He was the first child of Wesley and Illia Jones, a young druid couple who were just about as in love as you could get. When he was about 3, another child came along, Danielle, or Danni for short. Brother and sister were just about as close as could be, and they were a happy family, and unlike most not affected to much by the warring go on around them, and for a while things were great. That was until disaster struck when he was around 12 and Annie was about 9. Wesley and Illia Jones died in a car crash, sort of a bad way to go for a super natural being. A simple car crash. This struck the young boy rather hard.... it seemed so..unbelievable. His parents dying in a simple car crash. Of course they weren't like the demons, angels or sirens ,werewolves or vampires... they were druids and could die like any humans..but it was still surprising. Anyways, the two children were put in the care of Terance Andrews, a human, his father's best friend, and the siblings god father. He was a nice enough man, despite a drinking problem, though he didn't know much about raising kids and let Peter do just about anything he wanted. This is the time that Peter picked up on his thieving habit, though he stopped going after expensive stuff after getting arrested at one point when he was 13. He also found his companion during this time, a little baby racoon he just felt drawn too. It didn't have any parents, and neither did he anymore. A pretty good match. It got its name on his way back home that day as he barley noticed as it snuck a cracker out of his jacket pocket. He called him Pick, short for Pick-pocket.

It was when he was about 15 more disaster struck. Demons attacked. It wasn't for any real reason.. they just did. Terrance did his best to distract them as the two children ran and ended up being killed. Peter got separated from Annie, much to his horror. That night is still burned into his brain and often haunts his nightmares. Its the cause of his extreme hatred of demon kind.

He survived it though, and is now 19 years old. He works as a waiter at a restaurant and lives in a run down apartment in Pleasant view. its not much, but ts sustainable. If he really needs to, he'll go back to his old pickpocketing ways. He spends most of his free time trying to locate Annie, though no trace has shown up of her, and he's starting to lose hope of finding her after 4 years. Yet he still manages to smile, but even he has his look of hopefullness.

••• RP sample: Midnight blue eyes watched as the little mouse scurried about the underbrush. His dark tail flicked back and forth in the air behind him as he very slowley crept forward, it was then a twig he had missed snapped under the weight of his paw. The mouse raised it stupid little head, before turning tail and running off. " Mouse-dung!" He spat. He had a stupid mistake, a mistake only a young apprentice would make. He hadn't been aware of his surroundings. He snorted, he swore he wouldn't make a mistake like that again. He swore a long time ago, on his first hunting patrol with Adderfang. He had lost the squirrel he had been chasing, he had lost it as it ran up the tree, and he, still chasing it ran into the tree. The other warriors and apprentices that were with them laughed, making snide remarks about him being a kitty pet, and how he because of that, he would never make a good hunter.. or a good Clan cat, period. Poor Willowfrost,then Willowpaw, at 11 moons old, just lay there in the dirt, not wanting to face their ridicule. His own mentor, Adderfang, didn't laugh though, he shot a glare at the others, and walked over to his apprentice, and gently grabbed him by his scruff and pulled him to his feet " Are you just going to take that lying down?" He remembered the old toms voice " N-no" Then get up, and try again.. and don't repeat your mistake. Promise to never repeat your mistakes " " I promise And so he didn't, until now, moons later, he made another mistake hunting. So much for promises, not that Adderfang kept all his. " I'll always be here for you Willowpaw..." Adderfang.. the closest the he had ever known to any kind of family.Well where was he now? He was killed by foxes. Who knew a cat like that would meet his end from foxes?

His ears then perked up as he heard voices, and his body tensed and he went to investigate. It was then he paused as he saw some of his Clanmates. The deputy, Camoforest, and a she-cat who had recently became a warrior herself. A dark ear flicked as he kept silent.

IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU
The Personal Stuff

••• Your Name: Catybug
••• Age: 15
••• Gender: Female
••• How'd you find us: Dont remember
••• Did you read the rules: Hitcher

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