Post by JATAYU HITE on Dec 18, 2010 15:19:04 GMT -5
JATAYUAMANEHITE
•Maybe I'm a different breed•Maybe I'm not listening•
•Blame it on my A.D.D, baby•
FULLNAME| Jatayu Amane Hite.
BIRTHDAY| March 1, 1988
IAMTHISYOUNG| nineteen.
PINKORBLUE| blue
OCCUPATION| let's just keep that our little secret, eh?
SEXUALORIENTATION| bisexual.
MEMBERGROUP| Fallen.
HAIRCOLOR| black.
EYECOLOR| dark brown.
HOWIAMBUILT| very slender and skinny.
THISHEIGHT| 5'11"
THATWEIGHT| 139 lbs.
TATOOES| just look at the picture. You'll get a pretty good idea.
PIERCINGS| lip, eyebrows, multiple on ears. A lot.
IHAVEATWIN| Miyavi.
OVERALLLOOKS|
Jatayu was always effeminate looking, with a feminine face structure and a slender, girlish figure. As a younger child, he was always made fun of his looks and his choices in clothing. Eventually though, when people finally realized he wasn’t going to change anything, his classmates stopped mocking him, and Jatayu learned to accept himself after some minor trials. He is very thin and bony, with more sinewy muscle than actual bulk. He’s rather tall for a person of Asian decent. His mother was from Japan, and his father was your typical Texan businessman, which plays part in his light brown skin color. He has very smooth skin, with virtually no imperfections besides the holes his piercings have inflicted. Jatayu often wears make-up during the day, depending on how he feels when he ‘wakes up’ from his ghostly form. If it was a rough night, then he goes natural. If it was a relatively decent one, he’ll apply some mascara and a little eye shadow, maybe even a touch of eyeliner. Jatayu is always changing is appearance, though, and can be rarely seen with the same haircut for more than two days in a row. He often dresses in wild colors and patterns, tight shirts and even tighter pants. His look is very Japanese-punk and has an artsy vibe about it. Jatayu has many, many tattoos all over his body, from his arms, to his shoulders, to his back.
As a ghost, Jatayu is somewhat of a gruesome sight. The cause of his death was a bullet to the side of his head, and since the spectral beings go back to how they looked at the moment of death, let’s just say Jatayu isn’t the prettiest thing in the world. The entire left side of his face is covered in blood, and there is a gaping wound right above his ear. He absolutely detests how he looks as a ghost, considering Jatayu is very concerned about his appearance.
ILOVETHIS| changing physical looks, traveling, Brian Ainsworth, bright colors, beaches, illicit drugs, sarcasm, reading, music, dark rooms, mentha lotion, getting away with things, birds.
IHATETHIS| blandness, the Royals, small towns, feeling trapped, becoming close to people, online chat rooms, intolerance, cars, large animals, the fact that he’s dead.
MYSTRENGHTS| being oblivious, original, able to hide his true feelings, charismatic, seemingly never ending energy.
MYWEAKNESSES| being inconspicuous, low self-esteem, comes off a little strange to others, extreme A.D.D, doesn’t trust people easily, making eye-contact, anxiety issues.
QUIRKS&HABITS| plays with his lip ring when he’s nervous, rubs his nose when angry, jumps at loud noises, chews on his nails (notice how I didn’t say bites).
OVERALLPERSONALITY|
Jatayu started off as a very lively teenager, his A.D.D a big contributor to this trait. He was easily excited about the littlest of things, and couldn’t keep his attention on something for longer than a minute to save his life. Many kids in California admired him, and were even friends with him. The big city was great for him, for many reasons. He felt as if he belonged there, and he had many different things that could appease him. When he moved to Texas, everything started to change and Jatayu was warped into a different person all together. He spent more time alone, his thoughts traveling to the most oblique areas possible, and his happy personality slowly disappearing. When he started his drug abuse, Jatayu quickly bounced back to his former personality, if not only a little more desperate and unhappy. He started wearing a mask around people, one that hide his actual thoughts and feelings, and put on just a general happy vibe. For the most part it was all a lie.
When he wants to be, Jatayu can be a very charismatic person. Most people are able to see over his obvious low self-esteem issues to his bright clothing and loud personality, and believe that he has everything put together. On the contrary, he often feels as if he’s falling apart. The only reason he keeps on going in Belmill (besides the fact that he’s a ghost and can’t stop being one) is the idea that he might one day be able to go back and find Bri. This is the stem for his rebellious attitude towards the Royals. The drug dealers who controlled him are the reason behind his lack of respect towards authority figures, and his fear of small towns and being trapped are the cause of his fidgety nerves. He can’t manage to stay still for any amount of time, so he’s constantly on the move. He’s position towards being a Fallen, the lowest of the low, his somewhat neutral. He doesn’t mind being left alone, but he does wish for a reform in Belmill.
HOMETOWN| Springtown, Texas
PARENTSI| Michael Hite (32, deceased) Hana Mei Hite (33, deceased).
SIBLINGS| none.
IHAVEPETS| a yellow canary named Bingo.
CURRENTLYLIVING| Haunting the streets of Belmill, or where ever else he can rest his head for the night.
MODEOFDEATH murdered by a gun shot to the head.
OVERALLHISTORY|
Jatayu Amane Hite was born to an American father from Texas and to a Japanese immigrant mother. Michael Hite, Jatayu’s father, was a businessman for a very large company. When he finally got the job of Regional Manager, the family settled down in Los Angeles, California. At the age of twelve, Jatayu’s parents were extremely busy, his father with his business job, and his mother being an artist. He was often left alone to himself, and was given what ever he wanted, as long as he kept quite and didn’t make too much of a fuss. When Jatayu was fourteen they died in plane crash on their way to Japan for a business meeting and an art show. This forced Jatayu to move away from the life he knew in California, back to the terrible small towns in Texas where he had lived as a child. Only this time, he would be living with his kooky uncle Jim.
Growing up in L.A. Jatayu had learned to love the hustle and bustle of city life. When he had to move back to Texas, he retreated back into himself. He started to become quieter, and didn’t make any friends in the new small town. All the kids at school we’re either from large farming families, or had been in Springtown all their lives. They all thought he was a strange outsider, none of them were of any interest to Jatayu, and he soon became bored with small town life. He absolutely hated it. The only way he could manage to deaden the boredom and pain of living in the small town was through drugs. It started off with just smoking a couple joints with the kids at school (drugs were always in abundance at Springtown, considering there was nothing else to do), or snorting a couple lines of weak crack. He almost managed to like the kids in Springtown. Almost. When the high would deaden, his old feelings would come back, but ten times worse.
He fell into a habit of doing drugs almost everyday, and soon created an addiction. Whatever he could get his hands on, he would try. Jatayu started volunteering to go into Fort Worth (a nearby big city) to ‘do errands’ for his uncle. While he was there, he would search out the best drugs. Eventually, he became a regular customer to one of the dealers there. Jatayu’s addictions were only getting worse and worse, and by the time he turned eighteen, Jatayu was only a shell of his former self. What once had been a lively, intelligent boy, was now a drugged wastrel. His life had entirely done a one-eighty in the wrong direction.
One day, when Jatayu was in Fort Worth sitting in a coffee shop, he met Brian Ainsworth. Sure, Jatayu had dated a few other people in his life, mainly women, but the attraction he felt with Bri was entirely different. They soon started a relationship. Bri went to a nearby college and worked at the coffee shop on the weekends. When Jatayu turned nineteen, he moved in with Brian. They seemed to have a perfect relationship together. Only one thing managed to get in between them---Jatayu’s drug abuse. It came to a point where Brian couldn’t take it anymore and drew the line after Jatayu had passed out one night and had been rushed to the hospital. “Either you end this shit, Jata, or you end it with me.”
Jatayu wanted to get out of the drug trafficking network, and he had wanted to for a while. When Bri eventually told him how it was going to be, Jatayu knew he had to get rid of the drugs. The only problem was that he didn’t know how to stop. He was fully addicted, and now he had become a trusted buyer to a system of drug dealers. He was deep in the water now. One day, one of his suppliers contacted him and told Jatayu that there was a big shipment that had just came in. He invited Jatayu to come with him and pick it up, so Jatayu agreed, not knowing what else he could’ve done. By now Jatayu was entirely terrified of his life, and he had no clue what to do. It turns out the trade was going to be held at a little speck in Texas called Belmill. It was the perfect place, considering that it was nearly a ghost town.
When they arrived there, Jatayu knew what he had to do. He had to cut his ties and break the bonds that his drug abuse had strapped around his wrists. The only problem was that now he knew all the drug dealers routes, and ways, and some of their highly kept secrets. Now, in the dealer’s eyes, he was a liability. So, cocking the gun back and pulling the trigger, the dealer got rid of the liability in the outskirts of Belmill.
YOURNAMEI| Shay.
IAMTHISYOUNG| fifteen.
GOTEXPERIENCE| starting out.
WHYIJOINED| why not?
SAMPLEROLEPLAY|The car was speeding past the bleak landscape, the scrubby plants of Texas nothing more than an eyesore to the world in Jatayu’s opinion. If God is real, he thought with his head resting against the passenger side window, then why did he make it all so damn ugly? Jatayu couldn’t help but allow his old animosity towards the state leak back into his mind as he searched out the window for anything interesting in the least.I’m in Texas, what do I expect? A hippo? With a quite resentment, Jatayu turned towards the driver who was starring intently at the road.
“We should be there in a little while. Hand me the map, will ya?” Caron said with haste as he turned off the little back road they had been traveling on and into an old highway. Reaching into the compartment, Jatayu fished around for the directions. He could tell that Caron was worried about something. It probably had to do with finding the impossibly tiny town called Belwheel, or was it Belmill? Maybe they were going to be behind on schedule. It was usually a bad sign from dealer to dealer if one is late. Punctuality is a good trait to have no matter what you do in life. This was apparently going to be one of the biggest deals, too, and Caron wanted absolutely nothing to go wrong. Jatayu, on the other hand, was practically praying for the car to break down, or for an alien to abduct them, or for anything to happen other than the inevitable.
Thoughts weighed heavy on Jatayu’s mind as he handed the crumpled map to Caron. With a hesitant glance to the sign that read ‘Welcome to Belmill’ Jatayu knew his time had come. It was now or never. An image of Bri, his golden hair bright in the memories sunlight and his blue eyes beaming, popped into Jatayu’s mind. It was break away for good, or break his own heart. Jatayu knew he really only had one choice in the matter, and he was going to have to make it. Bri had made that fact quite obvious a week ago, when they had gotten into a fight over Jatayu’s drug addiction. Jatayu remembered yelling a number of terrible things at his boyfriend, and he also remembered Bri’s stunned face, his hurt feelings displayed openly for Jatayu to see. It had been terrible, and all Jatayu wanted to do was make amends for his actions, but that couldn’t stop the churning feeling in his stomach
That’s why I’m here, remember? All I have to do is. . . Jatayu didn’t know exactly what he was going to do. He had yet to get that far in his planning. All he knew was that he had to tell Caron that he. . .that he didn’t want to buy anymore. . . and that he was quitting the system. He was getting out. But how would Caron take that? As Jatayu unrolled his window, allowing some of the hot Texas air to wash over him and calm his spiking heart beat, he realized there was only one way to find out. “Caron, let me out here.” The air smelled hot and dry, with a tinge of an earthy smell, and it stuck in Jatayu’s lungs as he waited for Caron’s reply.
There was a deep silence in the car for awhile as Caron turned a sharp corner into the little town. “What the hell are you talking about?” Caron turned the keys in the ignition and turned the car off, its sputtering engine coming to a halt. “What do you mean, ‘let you out’?”
“I mean right now, Caron. Unlock the car. I’m getting out here. I’ll find a ride home. I don’t want to do this shit no longer, okay?” The words started pouring out of Jatayu’s mouth, and to his terror, he couldn’t stop them. “I’m tired of all these long runs, and all these deals. I’m tired of shooting, and smoking, and snorting, and all the other damn stuff I do. Okay?” Jatayu was hot, and he knew he was screaming now. He had to get the point across. He wanted out---out of everything he had ever done. Out of his parent’s deaths, out of Springtown, out of lying, out of the drugs. Out of his addictions, out of his abuse, out of the guilt. But most of all, he just wanted out of the damn car.
“Jata, I don’t think you want to do this. Not now.” Caron never called him Jata. Never. The only person who ever did call him that was Bri. “Just come with me to the deal, and we can talk about this later.” He was talking to him like a child. As if Jatayu was just throwing a tantrum, and that if he got up and played a good boy, then maybe he would get a cookie later. Well, Jatayu didn’t want a stupid cookie, and he definitely didn’t want to talk about it later. He wanted to leave, now.
“No, Caron. Let me go. I’ve made up my mind.” Jatayu tried to make his voice as solid as he could, but he knew it was all a show. His nerves were making his hand shake as he held onto the car door, and Jatayu was almost positive that Caron noticed. When the lock popped and the door gave way, Jatayu almost fell head first out of the car.
“I’m sorry Jatayu. You know I am.” That was when Jatayu realized just how stupid he was. It was when he realized just how bad the drugs had numbed his brain. That was when he saw Caron reach to his side and pull out a revolver. “I guess I told you too much over the years and they told me I had to if something like this happened. You can blame me if it makes you feel any better.” It surprised Jatayu that he actually looked pained for a moment, before he remembered what was about to happen.
Some people say that your whole life flashes before your eyes at the moment of death. Jatayu would have to agree, because as Caron pulled the trigger and the barrel that was aimed directly at his head released the bullet, all Jatayu could see was Bri.
