JESSE ANTHONY KING

[JESSE ANTHONY KING]

Hey Hey it's your favorite person JESSE ANTHONY KING

The mastermind behind it all

~Name: jessika! :]

~Age: sixteen.

~ Password: SNOWFLAKES!
~ Where you find us? STVR.

The little things

Name: jesse anthony king.
Age: eighteen.
Grade: senior.

Baby where you get that body from? I got it from my momma!

~Eyes: blue.
~Hair: short blonde.
~Body shape muscular built.
~ Appearance overall jesse’s generally a big guy. he has huge muscles on both arm and an eight pack abs. he weights roughly a hundred and twenty and stands at six one.

This is real! This is me !

Likes:
[x] extreme skateboarding.
[x] weight traning.
[x] track.
[x] baseball.
[x] basketball.
[x] lacrosse.
[x] swimming.
[x] tennis.
[x] racquetball.
[x] snow skiing.
[x] snowboarding.
[x] dancing.
[x] girls.
[x] flirting.
[x] driving.
[x] cars.
[x] rain.
[x] snow.
[x] moon.
[x] stars.
[x] horror movies.
[x] food.
[x] Cheetos.
[x] Coke.
[x] cinnamon toast crunch.
[x] steak.
[x] eggs.
[x] Taco Bell.
[x] McDonalds.
[x] Starbucks.
Dislikes:
[x] the sun.
[x] cooking.
[x] country music.
[x] losing.
[x] doctors.
[x] failing classes.
[x] math.
[x] physics.
[x] chemistry.
[x] trigonometry.
[x] geometry.
[x] old teachers.

Dreams:
[x] wants to get married to someone who loves him for who he is, not for who he wants everybody to think he is
[x] wants to be able to give his virginity to his wife.

Secrets:
[x] hides his virginity.
[x] hides that he’s a really nice guy on the inside.
[x] hides his reverence for the Bible.
[x] comes from a broken family.
Fears:
[x] afraid of being exposed as a fake.
Clique/Status: Blue Bloods
Overall personailty:
Jesse come off as a bit of a sleaze. He flirts a lot. He’s quite social, and he don't have trouble keeping up conversations. He likes nice, quiet and shy girls, but usually ends up dating the hoes. He hates slutty girls, or girls who wear too much make up but he keeps up a tough rough rider attitude in order to stay on top of the food chain. He likes loves sports. He hates lying, but does it all of the time.

Lets Talk Past shall we?

Dada: Jon Dale King. Forty One. Wealthy Businessman.
Moma: Anna Lorraine King (nee Brown). Thirty Eight. Fashion Mogul.
Sissy and Bro: None.
Pets: None.
Other:
Deatails: Jesse Anthony King was born on the summer of January, in nineteen ninety, at around two am, to his prosperous parents, Jonathan “Jon” Dale King, and Anna Lorraine King. He was a sickly baby then, which showed on his body, while he was growing up, with thin, but long, arms and legs, being born two months earlier than his due date. However, he loved sports, and was so determined to play them, despite being rejected by every sports team in his school, that he made it a point to chow down on all kinds of foods, and then head straight to the gym to burn it off. With patience, and hard work, Jess grew to have an eight-pack abs, and muscles that you couldn’t imagine would form on a prematurely born, sick child.

However, on the summer of when he was about to enter high school, his parents divorced, for reasons unknown to him. He didn't understand, and to say that the news knocked him square in the face was a huge understatement; they looked like a happily married couple, living a perfectly normal life, with a handsome, obedient, ideal son. It seemed that looks can be decieving, for he learned never to believe in a single thing he sees, ever again.

A little after his parents separated, four years ago, his mother, who had rightful custody of Jesse, enrolled him in a Hayden Academy, because she felt she wasn't capable of being a mother to him anymore. Not wanting to be a burden to his mom any longer, the fourteen year old left the house, and procedded to attend the school. With his outstanding performance as an athlete, and his, uhm, not-so-awesome grades, Jess quickly became the perfect epitome of a jock, and he was all too happy to do away with his past, and play the part of a rich, spoiled prince, who got everything he ever wanted with only a flick of his finger.

Sample!

Rolepay Sample:

He was sure they were talking about him and his new lady friend, his teammates, that is--it's not hard to tell if they are or aren't, really, it was just something you pick up, after being around them practically twenty four-seven, for four years. They always talk about you and your new catch for the first few hours, then they forget all about it as quickly as a goldfish, and go after some poor nerd, terrorizing him until they feel satisfied for the day. Yes, they were a sick bunch, but hey, they're school royalty. Certainly, nobody expects them to go around smiling like an idiot, and be over-the-top friendly to those not of their own kind--they leave that to the sluts. His job was to simply catch the prey, reel him in, and hang it out to dry. Hense the fake kindness in his voice.

He smiled when she did, when she finished telling him about herself. He wanted to roll his eyes and say, rather rudely, who cares, but ended up not doing it--he had to make her believe he wasn’t a jerk first. So she was an artist, eh? That was a first for him, even if he had gone out with a bunch of different cliques in the school. He had consistently done poorly in arts and crafts, maybe because Emm hadn’t really tried. But he was certain he still wouldn't do well even if he had a lifetime to try; it was just not his thing, although he had been interested in art once, when his mum took him to see a statue of a girl without an arm. What was the name of that piece again?—oh yeah, the Venus De Milo. “Artist. Got it.”

He was just getting around to asking her what her name was when, as if reading his mind, she said, “My name is Arianna. Arianna Grave Evans.” Emm grinned, and studied her face for a few seconds, before slowly replying, “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” It almost slipped from his mind that basic manners required him to introduce himself as well, when his companion says their name. He allowed his eyes to linger a little too long at her face, to convince her she was not just a friend, and watched smugly as her cheeks slowly turned crimson.

“I’m Emmett. My whole name is Emmett Joseph King. Feel free to never call me that. Just Emmett, or Emm, whichever you prefer.”
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Lycric credits:
Where you get that body from- by will.I.AM
This is me - by demi lovato

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