DAWSON, Jaden Chase

JADEN CHASE DAWSON

“I don't believe in love - I never have, I never will. But bring on life: the music, the thrill.”

Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?
“Hey, I’m Jaden Chase Dawson. I uhm… Well, I don’t mind my name, really. I’m really used to it, you know? I just really wish my mother hadn’t made my second name Chase of all things- it’s quite lame. And pretty ironic, actually…. But, then again, my brother got named after a comic book, so I guess both my parents are slightly batty. Most people call me Jay, though. I use it more often than ‘Jaden’ myself. ‘Chase’ is not an option. Some people with low IQs don’t understand this as of yet. But I’m sure I’ll get through to her eventually.”
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?
“On the 10th of August I shall turn eighteen. That means I’m legal going in to my senior year of HEA. Legal and at the top of the foodchain – this year is going to be a blast.”
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?
“I’m the better gender – a male. Only joking, ladies, only joking…”
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And are you straight, gay or...?
“Straight. Definitely. I mean, I haven’t exactly experimented or anything but I have no desire whatsoever to kiss a dude. I am totally a ladies’ man, thanks.”
Have we met before? You look so familiar!
“Me? Yeah, lots of people say that. Apparently I look a lot like this rising star actor/singer guy called Austin Butler. But my hair is cooler, thanks a ton. And he looks more like the basketball sort. I also get told I look a lot like my brother. All the time. It’s true, I suppose, but highly annoying unless I’m using his ID to get into places.”

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?
“My hair is blonde. Not the peroxide blonde, though. The… Natural stuff? I dunno. It’s part of my awesomeness that my hair looks dyed when it really isn’t. Keep your screams of appreciation in, please. I’m also not sure whether I like it shorter or longer. Longer it kinda… Flips everywhere. It runs in the family, I guess. Uh… My eyes are a mix of blue and green. No, not aqua or sea-colour just… A mix. I don’t do art, okay? Last time I checked I was roughly 1.8 meters and weighed in at a moderate 133 pounds.
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?
“I really want[/i] to get a tat. But my father put his foot down. What’s new. So I have nothing. As for my style… It’s… Uh… First clothes in sight get worn? I’m really not that fussed with clothes, to tell you the truth. As long as they’re clean and relatively unscrumpled I’m good to go. I like jeans and T-Shirts, though. I actually rarely wear anything else. I never wear a full tracksuit either – the closest I come is wearing tracksuit pants when I run.”[/i]
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?
“I’m awesomely good-looking and obviously very popular. I like… give off this aura, you know? Other than that… there really isn’t much. I have blonde, floppy hair and I’m kinda tall. Oh, wait! People say my eyes laugh when I’m really amused. Does that count?”
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?
“Well…When I’m nervous or frustrated I run my hands through my hair a lot. And when I’m really happy or really excited I either tap my foot or drum my fingers on something. And… Er… When I think really hard I’ve been known to cross my eyes.”
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?
“It depends who they are. People indigenous to this place immediately think ‘Parker’s little brother’. I guess I understand why but it’s f- Uhm… Really annoying. Anyway I guess they’d see me as pretty average. I don’t keep up with styles so much but I wear normal clothes. And sometimes some people find my Tshirt slogans offensive. Maybe this stranger would be one of them? My clothes might be a bit crumpled or dirty but not overly so. And they never smell. Promise. Somebody once told me I looked like one of those stoner surfer people because of the hair. I hope I prove them wrong real quick if they do think that. They’d also probably put me down as a party person who likes doing slightly stupid dares and stuff. That wouldn’t be too far from the truth.

And the ladies… Well, most of them seem to like what they see. I’m not gonna lie and say that I can’t understand their attraction. I got pretty good looks and a rather awesome body, okay? I’m not gonna be ashamed about it… Is this stranger a lady? Could I take a break from the interview to give her my number? No? Crap.”

So, sport, you got any hobbies?
“Football! I love football. I play tight end. It’s the best sport ever and usually the cause of family conflicts or schoolyard rivalries. Not my fault they’re delusional. I enjoy jogging, too. I used to only do it to keep in shape for football but I found I really liked it so I joined the track team. Running seems to solve a lot of problems. I also… This is off the record, right? Right? Okay, then… I also like playing the guitar. And singing. It’s something I picked up at some camp somewhere and… Yeah. It’s not common knowledge, though and I kinda wanna keep it that way, okay? The only person you can tell, if you really, really have to is Ferris. Because she knows, like, everything else about me anyway.”
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?
“Things I like… Hmmm… I love football. Duh. Parker and I fight about which sport is better most times. But that’s another story.
Uhh… Girls. Girls are awesome. Partying with girls is even awesome-er. Parties in general are awesome.
Jogging in the rain. And pancakes and chilli fries! And good music, chilling with friends, video games, practical jokes and sleeping. The look on Ferris’ face when I showed her Foxy Ferris. That will be on the ‘I Like’ list until the day I die.”
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?
“Golf. What the hell is up with that sport? My dad swears by it’s awesomeness and The Irish Annoyance has also tried to get me into it but it really just bores the pants off me. That’s the one time my pants coming off is a bad thing.
I hate math, too. And really hot weather, fights without cause (fights with cause are another matter entirely), rap music, clique/sport politics and living in Parker’s shadow. I also really dislike rich people who flaunt their cash all the time. Some people don’t have everything, you know?
I also cannot stand clingy, whiney or desperate people. And that Gossip Girl type of crap that’s been going around? It’s pathetic. And then there are the happily-active hypocrites, who should all go and die.”
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.
“Well… Does my guitar-playing count? I resent my dad for giving my brother more attention, but it also goes deeper than that. I kinda feel as though I’m an unwanted extra around the house that isn’t expected to amount to anything but who still needs to be skewered for everything that remotely hints at a failure. And that pisses me off as well as… well, kinda hurts. And I hate that Parker is part of that. He used to seem so damn cool to me. I used to worship him as much as dad did. I still… If you repeat this to anybody I will make your life hell… I still think he’s possibly one of the coolest guys around. And he’s still my brother – I miss the days we could shove fries up our nose and laugh about it. Have I seriously just rambled all that shit? I am so moving on.
Aaaand… I smoked a joint. Once. It tasted really bad.”
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?
“I guess dashing good looks don’t count? Okay then…I’m not an obsessive worrier? I face consequences when and if they come – never before. I’m also able to take most things with a pinch of salt and enjoy life and whatever. Er… I don’t really know if I’m loyal or not, because nothing has ever happened to test loyalty. So… yeah. Got nothing else to tell you here.”
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.
“I have a temper. I get mad pretty easy, which is why I usually over-compensate with humour. An aunt told me that, by the way. Anyway, the temper makes me slightly bipolar. Ferris told me that and I trust her on this one because she is the most bipolar freak I have ever met in the world. I also don’t really have a serious button for most things. Life’s fun and games. I also get criticised a lot for the blasé way I treat the ladies. But it’s not as though I play them. They know they’re only getting me for a makeout session or two. So… Whatever, you know?”

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.
“Well, firstly there’s my mom, Margaret Ann Dawson, who is a 43-year-old nurse. I love my mom, in a total non-mamma’s-boy kinda way. She’s kind and got this… calm, caring air about her, you know? She’s taught me a lot and she’s been there a lot and I honestly can’t imagine life without her. But she’s also kinda… submissive, I guess. So my dad wins out all the arguments and stare-offs and whatnot. Because of that there have been times I’ve resented her – I’m not gonna lie. Then there’s my father who is also 43 and he’s a retired basketball player. Go figure. David Dawson ring any bells? Yeah, I thought so. Dad likes Parker best. Period. He thinks basketball is the best and that football is just a waste of time. Sometimes I actually wonder if he remembers I’m his son too and not just some distant relative he’s been forced to care for. We tried – at least I did – to make it work and bond and shit in the beginning but… Yeah. I have a father, not a dad. Then there’s my brother, Parker ‘Golden Boy’ Samuel Dawson. He’s a sophomore at EU. Basketball genius, good student, the lot. It’s… complicated. I both hate him and love him and respect him beyond any other person in the world. The hate is the easiest to express, though, so I usually go with that. And it doesn’t seem like he gives a crap either way.”
Any pets?
“Nah. I’m not a pet person.”
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?
“Born and bred here. It’s a cool place and all. A good balance between small and big, you know? It’s just sometimes I wish that I could go somewhere where nobody knew me, my parents, my grandparents, my aunts and great aunts and their cats. It’s awesome to be known but here it’s always for the wrong reasons. At least Parker isn’t at the same school as me any more. That was hell.”
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at HEA?
“My entire family, as far as I know, came here. It’s the best school in the district – in the world, according to my dad. It’s close to home, it’s got everything I need… Yeah. No other super special reason. Sorry to disappoint.”
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?
“I was born. Yeah, shocker, right? My mom and dad hadn’t really expected me. But there I was. And everything was pretty cool and all. I mean, when you’re four or whatever you don’t really pick up on things like inequality amongst siblings. But then I grew up. And I started noticing the prevalence everybody had to Parker. Even then I couldn’t find the means to blame them. Yeah, yeah, you heard right: my brother is a pretty amazing person. I know, already, okay? Anyway. Dad was always ‘basketball with Parker’. And Mom… She’s awesome, really. But she’s a girl. And even though I am a whole lot closer to her than Dad I still wanted… I dunno. I just wanted guy time. It doesn’t exactly help that in this town everybody knows everybody. It means you always have friends, I suppose, but it also means that you’re never your own person. You’re always ‘so-and-so’s’ son or brother or nephew. And I started picking that up late elementary/early secondary school. I didn’t want to just be the other Dawson, you know? I wanted to be ME. But I didn’t know how. I didn’t have anything that set me apart like Parker did and there was no ways I was going into basketball too. I knew it wouldn’t help because Dad and Parker had done it before me.

Then I got sent on this camp. I think I was in seventh grade or something. And on that school camp – which was actually pretty bad – I discovered two things. One was girls and how awesome they actually were. The second thing was the guitar. One of the councillors offered to give lessons and I somehow just… grasped the action. And I liked it. Then I got teased mercilessly for it and pretended to stop. But I continued to practice when I got home from the camp. Saved up my birthday money and bought a second-hand guitar and everything. Her name is Fay.

Anyway. So I played in secret and whatnot for about… six months?… before that was shattered too. How? Parker started playing. And that royally ticked me off. I don’t care that he didn’t know it was my thing. He was stealing it. The one thing I had the chance at impressing with. That was when I started football. At first I didn’t like it that much, but after a while I realized it made me feel a whole lot better. And, luckily, I was good at it. Pretty darn good. And with the football started the girls. It, too, started as just another thing that I could do and Parker couldn’t. (Seriously. The guy’s 20 and he’s had a total of… maybe four girls he’s even gone on a date with. I’m starting to think he’s as gay as a pansy.) But then I grew up some more and really loved the ladies and… things were great. Okay, there was that one little messup the night I lost my virginity. But what’s life without thrill, right? After that I pretty much began hooking up casually with any girl who wanted or needed me. Except Ferris. Ferris just… came out of nowhere and attached herself to me like a leach. Anybody have any ideas how to get rid of an annoying woman who won’t leave you alone? Please?

Okay. Fine. So we’ve pulled some kick-ass pranks together. You ever heard of the two who scared the crap out of that nun in the park? Yeah, that was us. And she’s a pretty good gamer. And she’s got an okay sarcastic wit. So basically my last… two years or so have been full of her annoying and abusing me, girls, partying and scraping through school.

One day I might actually have to thank Parker for being so assholic he actually introduced me to most of the things I love most in life. Yeah, like that’ll ever happen.”

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?
Para. Also known as ParaIsALoser.
And how long have you been on this planet?
Eighteen years
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?
Since I was about 12. So that makes it six years, if my math is correct.
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?
Cedrina Simon.
And how did you find us?
The wonderful dear known as Swifty.
Is this app in response to a Want Ad?
Nope. Unless Swifty willed me telepathically to create the Jay of Jayrris xD
Is there anything else we should know?
Jayrris is my OTP for life. No messing with them. I’m insane. For any other things, shoot me a line or check my intro in the OCC section ALSO: I love EC. Like… legit.
And finally, the phrase that pays!
Mona Lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town

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