"Listen to me, now- for God’s sake, just listen to me before you force me to punch your attention into shape."
|Nicknames|
“Whatever you prefer, really- just make sure to run it through with me beforehand, or you will regret it.”
Jace//Jake
|Age|
“Yeah, yeah. I’m young- but who gives a damned shit? I’ll smoke and drink if I want to.”
17
|Gender|
“Do you actually have to look? Actually- let me make this easier for you and just bear it all, good? Damned dolt.”
M.A.L.E.
|Appearance|
“I know I have a fuckin’ baby-face, okay? I was born with it, and if I had the damned choice I would’ve gone for something different.”
With the signature brown hair of the Montagues, nothing else really hints at the dark background Jace has. Well, probably the dotwork tattoos that cover his back and his arms may also hint at what sort of background Jace hails from. At a grand 5’9”, along with a rather baby-looking face, Jace has constantly been the butt of many jokes within the mafia circle that he’s worked in since young. His appearance doesn’t hint at the large amount of anger and bitterness boiling inside him, but the calluses on his knuckles and bruises that tend to cover most of his body hint that the teen is something that he doesn’t seem.
Tattoos// •Front
•Back
•Arms
|Sexuality|
“I’d never bang a dude! God, the sight of other dicks turns me off like crazy.”
Straight
|Household|
“Mother fuckin’ house of Montague, savvy?”
Montague
•Swearing// “I don’t bloody remember how it started, okay? It just fucking caught on and now I can’t damned stop.” Jace is a constant swearer- he just can’t stop. He thinks he probably caught it from his other street friends, yet many others have found the source a long time ago. His alcoholic father has never been the best role model for Jace at all, really, and the boy has done nothing but follow in his father’s footsteps in many ways besides some.
•Smoking// “Get the bugger out of my way- I need to take a smoke.” Whenever anyone sees Jace, he almost always has a cigarette in his mouth or in his hands. Wherever he goes, he makes sure that there are at least three packs of cigarettes on him. Of course, also due to his family ground, Jace only smokes the best cigars he can get his hands on. Of course, he mostly smokes cigarettes so as to not turn too many eyes, but his love is still within the cigars that he has stashed around at home.
|Skills|
•Shooting// “Funny, really. This is the only skill my father’s given to me that’s helped prolong my life. Sort of.” Jace is a great marksman, and knows guns through and through. Though he rarely reads anything, Jace has taken a lot of time to read manuals and guides on guns. He could pick up any gun from off the ground and use it as if he had used it many times before. In Jace’s possession is a custom made gun that has been passed down his family. The gun itself is worth a lot and has been within Jace’s particular family line for at least 3 generations. The gun has a mate, but Jace doesn’t know where the mate is. He is bent on tracking it down.
•Fighting// “Not exactly a skill, really, but I am bitchin’ proud of my fighting abilities. Bitches be hollerin’ for me whenever I fight.”
Jace never liked fighting when he was a kid- he hated the idea of fighting and feared whoever threw punches. That is, until his father started abusing both him and his mother. After that, Jace felt entranced with fighting and had since started to pick fights for the smallest of reasons ever, ranging from insults to being bumped on the shoulder. Most of the people around him have acknowledged that he is the strongest person within the Montague family, or rather, within the city. The rest don’t say so mainly out of resentment, as Jace tends to be a rather bad sport whenever he fights with anyone, yelling insults and names at everyone he fights. The people he finishes with tend to be later targeted as a prime individual for bullying.
•Judging people// Not in terms of what sort of personality the other person has, but rather if they are willing to follow him through whatever he does. If he thinks that someone is trustworthy, then they are, period. He could give less of a crap about the other people he comes across.
|Likes & Dislikes|
[center]❤ Smoking// Smoking makes up Jace; he is characterized almost completely by his constant smoking. His clothes smells of smoke- he himself smells of residual smoke. It’s not that he needs to smoke, per say, but rather that it’s just a habit. He feels insecure without his cigarettes, and really just loves the smell and taste of tobacco anyways.
❤ Fighting and wrestling// anything that can allow Jace to throw punches has his immediate attention. He loves the thrill of getting into fights and throwing strategic punches and kicks.
❤ Music// Jace is commonly seen walking around with his headphones on his head, blasting music at an extremely loud level. This doesn’t mean that Jace likes rock music and the like- contrary, most of the times people see Jace listening to music, he’s listening to something classical, such as etudes by Chopin or symphonies by Shostakovich. It’s hard to say what exactly he’s listening to, but it’s obvious to anyone that he loves whatever he’s listening to.
❤ Kissing// Jace loves kissing girls- it’s almost as if he lives on kisses. He himself thinks it’s hilarious, but Jace still occasionally craves for the light peck on the cheek or a full make out with any girl, really. He’s experimented with guys before, and, really, he hasn’t kissed many men ever since. He admits to it- he’s extremely weird, but he couldn’t care less.
❤ Gaming// Jace has an xbox 360 console and a ps3, along with a 3DS XL (all of which’s origins are disputable). Jace loves gaming, but strangely enough, he doesn’t like the fighting, shooting games at all. Contrary, he loves games such as Okami, Journey, Final Fantasy, and funnily enough, Pokemon. Jace takes his pokemon extremely seriously- no one screws around with his Typhlosion.
❤ Driving// Who cares about abiding laws when you’re a family member of one of the largest mafia groups on earth? Jace started driving when he was 11 and hasn’t stopped since. From a stolen, beaten-up car, Jace slowly made his way to his current Lamborghini through much peril and many fights. He now drives all over the area, the soft purr of his car heard almost everywhere around town. Jace also loves to race in non-official races with his lackeys or other people from other gangs (before beating them up, of course).
❤ Early morning jogs// Jace developed the habit to jog at least 10 miles every morning, and has been doing so ever since. Every morning, Jace’d wake up at 5 in the morning, grab a bottle of water and start jogging with his music blazing over his ears. He finds it calming to jog through the abandoned streets of Boston, and, really, who in their right minds would ever dare to mug a Montague?
❤ Disney movies// In his own words: “I fuckin’ hate Disney.” Or rather, he loves Disney movies. Whenever Jace is alone, he’d belt out the songs on many of the classical movies from Disney, such as from Lion King and Pocahontas. He can tell anyone the plots of the movies flawlessly (not that he does) and can sometimes even mimic the actions characters did in the movies.
❤ Sweets// In particular, Jace loves nutella and pop-tarts. He doesn’t even care if the two have large amounts of calories and aren’t top-tier delicacies, such as like macaroons and the like. He just loves them. He loves the sweet tingle of chocolate and sugar on his tongue. His whole fridge is filled with nothing but sweets, both of which he bought and other people gave to him.
❤ Sleeping on the streets// Jace doesn’t even know where he caught this weird thing. All he knows is that he loves the feeling of sleeping on a bench in a park, with nothing but his coat acting as a blanket between him and the elements. If anyone does try to mug him- all the better! The muggers provide Jace with much entertainment. Compared to his cramped, white and rather unfurnished apartment room, Jace would rather smell the smell of car exhaust, trees, and grass. This habit developed ever since Jace was young, even though back then he had a soft, fluffy bed to indulge in for his night time activities.
❤ Ev// His sister. Well, his adopted sister. Though Ev was the older one, due to her rebelliousness, she had long been estranged from Jace's father and thus their mother as well. He loves his sister, and tries to make sure that she isn't brought into the dark side of the business the Montagues conduct. Jace himself knows that if Ev finds out, she'd most likely skin him alive out of anger and hurt. But, well, what else could he do? She's the only family he has left.
✖ Drinking// Surprisingly enough, Jace isn’t into the whole drinking-shebang. A few shots of vodka? Sure. He’ll take it if needs be, but Jace would rather stay away from alcoholic beverages in general. It’s not that Jace dislikes the taste- rather, he does like the taste of wine, rum, and whiskey (to hell with beer), it’s something else that Jace can’t pinpoint that has led him to stay away from drinking.
✖ Using drugs// Virtually almost everyone around Jace uses drugs. His parents do, his mates do, so do most of the people within the mafia circle. But Jace dislikes drugs; he likes to have a clear hold on his mind and would rather indulge in the melancholy thing called life rather than escape into a world of heightened senses and hilarity.
✖ Whining/annoying people// Jace himself likes to say stuff straight to the point. If others talk in extremely winded ways or have hidden motives behind what they say, Jace wouldn’t feel any compunction in awarding that person with a left-hook to the face. He also dislikes people who love to complain a lot, especially in front of his presence. He doesn’t feel much remorse in rewarding these people with a left-hook to the face, either.
✖ His room// Jace never calls his apartment ‘his house’. He’s never really considered it ‘his house’ anyways. Rather, Jace goes there for the sweets, for food and nourishment, and then leaves. Otherwise, he stashes food, goods and weapons of the like there, retrieves them or places them there, and then leaves. He is never in his house for too long, and dislikes staying the night at his apartment. It probably has to do with his harsh past and the negative memories he has of the place.
✖ Jewelry// Jace thinks that jewelry is nothing but expensive and overbearing. He doesn’t really understand the concept of using a tiny band of silver or gold to signify eternal love. Neither does he understand why many of the members in the Montague family like to wear gold chains and have silver teeth implants- whatnot. Jace really would rather just move along with life in his normal clothes and his iPhone. Everything else is secondary.
✖ His father// Nothing can really summarize the feelings Jace feels towards his father. Jace hates him. Yet, then again, Jace also feels a sort of love towards his now dead father. He hated the man for being an alcoholic, for being abusive, for kicking Jace out of the house, and for killing Jace’s mother. But, Jace still admits that the man is undeniably his father.
✖ Fried foods// He understands that he lives in the USA, nation of fried fatty foods, but he just can’t stomach them. Fried chicken wings? Jace’ll pass. He himself finds it sort of sickly funny that he can’t stomach fried foods, especially since he has cravings for fried food as well, from time to time. But these cravings never end really well, as his dislike for fried food doesn’t stem exactly from the taste of fried foods, but rather because he always vomits after eating fried food. He wonders if it’s just a stomach problem, or if it’s just that the food was produced under unsanitary means.
✖ Cats// Jace thinks that cats are the symbol of bad luck. It’s not just black cats that receive Jace’s hatred, but all cats in general. He hates cats. It takes most of Jace’s willpower to not shoot on sight whenever he sees a cat, and all his might to turn around and walk away.
✖ Spiders// “I’d motherfuckin’ murder every last one of those damned little buggers, I swear to God. Give me a flamethrower and I’ll burn everything to the ground just to get to those eight-legged fuckers.”
|Hobbies|
• Shooting cans// Jace doesn’t shoot cans just to practice his aim, but also to keep himself busy. If he stays idle for around 5 minutes, Jace'd fall asleep and stay asleep for more than 10 hours.
• Pokemon// He’s on the mission to catch’em all.
• Driving// Jace loves to just jump into whatever vehicle is closest to him at the moment and just speeding off, be it a car, a motorcycle or even a bicycle. Jace just loves to speed off and forget about all his resposibilities.
|Secrets|
• Studying// Jace, in fact, does love to study, much to his own surprise. This habit really started around two years ago, after he had illegally entered the premise of Harvard University and decided that he wanted to study there. Of course, he didn’t want to enter the University by means of bribery or force but through his own capabilities.
• Dream to get into Harvard// Jace hasn’t told anybody about his dream to get into Harvard at all. However- as he has skipped a grade- Jace has applied to Harvard, amongst many other Ivies with his 3.9 unweighted GPA and high SAT score as well. No one knows about this, and he intends to keep it as so until he gets his acceptance letter.
• Love for Disney movies// Could you imagine a full out mafia member telling everyone around him that he loves Disney movies and loves to sing the songs in them? Me neither. (But the fact is that, though Jace doesn’t know, that everyone around him knows about his love for Disney movies. They don’t dare to talk about it to him because they’re afraid of getting beaten up).
• Death// Jace has a strange sort of fascination towards death. Not that he’d kill anyone and just observe them as he murdered them- rather, he’s open to the idea of dying anytime anywhere. Some say that he treats death as a joke, but in his eyes he treats it as a sort of escape.
• His father// “I felt him stop twitching under my hands. Nothing ever fucking gave me the same satisfaction I felt that night, not even jacking off to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever been with made me feel so damned fucking accomplished.”
|Fears|[/center]
• Spiders// Though he puts on a brave front about killing all spiders on earth, he really just likes to run away whenever he sees a spider of any size.
• Pure darkness// Without any light, Jace will go on a rampage, kicking and punching everything in his way until he can see again. This is his greatest fear, and some question if this fear arose due to the abuse his father placed him under.
• Hell// Jace fears the thought that he’ll have to receive retribution for all the wrong he’s done. Not that this stops him from acting as he does- he just doesn’t like the thought that he might have to meet his father once again.
Most people who meet Jace will say his personality can be summarized with two words: confident and scary. It is almost as if Jace is the personification of confidence and scariness themselves. Whenever Jace talks, he exudes a sense of confidence he developed only recently, and a sense of brashness constantly radiates off of the young boy. Jace himself feels as if his placement currently, and how he lives, was created by himself through his own means and actions. He feels no shame in being proud of himself and his circumstances. Rather, Jace loves to hold himself higher than others, and does consciously know that he exudes an aura of adventure and confidence.
Though quick to his fists and rather untalkative- in terms of debate and negotiations- Jace is never that quick to anger. Rather, under the flurry of fists and glares Jace puts up as his image, he tends to listen to people and is extremely calm. Even during situations that put his life and the lives of others under stake, Jace is constantly planning ahead and calculating the chances of the survival of the others around him. He is far from heartless, but rather just mildly apathetic to most situations that happen around him. He feels apathetic not only towards himself but to life in general- however, he does try to keep those who do care about life around him alive and well. He doesn’t want others to lose hope just as he has. Jace himself can’t really think of a word to describe why he feels or does this, but he knows that this isn’t a form of warped compassion.
Jace has long lost any sort of innocence that everyone is born with. All he likes is solitude and fighting, nothing else. He could feel less towards the girls who now throw themselves at him, and the men who fear his existence. All he wants is to reach a higher level of fortune, and to smear his name across the pages of history. He himself believes and forces himself to be as cold as possible to everyone and anyone, and has since sworn that he will never fall in love or help in the process of conceiving a child.
Jason was born into the Montague family, or rather, more specifically, a smaller branch family. Though a branch family, Jace’s grandfather had somehow brought a large fortune to his family and later descendants. Even though his father had developed drinking and drug problems, the man had barely made a scratch on the large fortune Jace’s particular Montague branch had (anyways, all of it had gone to his father, as he was Jace’s grandfather’s only child). His parents lived in a constantly abusive relationship, and had Jace at the ages of 17 and 19 respectively. Though she had had Jace young, Jason’s mother loved him with all her 17-year-old heart, and made sure that she could provide him with everything that she could. This included spending time with him in the large mansion that the family lived in, and providing him with the warmth that Ev could not provide as a sister. Their mother tended to refuse to use the Montague wealth. Ev managed to somehow pass along with a rich lifestyle, out of their mother’s jurisdiction, but Jace really never developed the habit.
Actually, his father had vowed to send Jace to an orphanage ever since Jace’s mother had found out about her pregnancy, but hadn’t had the heart to when he saw the young baby he himself had to help conceive. Besides Jace, the troubled couple had another little girl, Jace's older sister called Ev. She was the more mature, rash, rebellious one compared to the young Jason, and had constantly fought against the drunken demands that his father placed on them both. One night, when Ev had run away once again, Jace heard the muffles of laughter and yelling once more from another room. He heard his father exclaim that Ev was adopted, picked up from the street. A bastard. Jace couldn’t bring himself to think of Ev any differently, and hid what he knew from her. He didn’t want to hurt her, and made sure to keep her in the dark forever, or at least as long as possible before their dad told her.
This didn’t mean that his treatment of the growing Jace was any good. When the boy was 5, the beatings started to occur and grew rapidly in both magnitude and frequency. After four years of taking the abuse, and the further inquiries and laughs, pranks, and bullying at school, Jace finally broke and retreated into himself. He didn’t fight back, but didn’t show any form of reaction either. During this period of time, he’d black-out, and Jace would remember nothing but only wake up to the bruises and pain that would sear not only from visible wounds on his arms and back but also from other areas which Jace firmly pushes to the back of his head. During this period of time, his mother was also helpless, and most of Jace’s memories included his mother crying and repeatedly apologizing to him as she wiped the grime off of him. He could never bring himself to hate her- he’d always kneel down next to her and slowly sob into her shoulder as well, and those were the only times when Jace’s age showed on his already mature face.
One day when Jace was 13, after having too much liquor his father had brought a broken wine bottle, fought off and caused Ev to leave the house once more, and had clambered to Jace’s room, only to be held back by Jace’s mother. She had hollered for the boy to run to which Jace reacted as quick as possible, sprinting past the two and out into the corridor towards the door, knowing that Ev had probably already driven off in their father's car, only to hear a high-pitched scream and a thud. Jace had turned around, tears in his eyes, only to see his mother on the ground, a pool of blood around her head, her eyes wide open with fear. His father had reached down and grabbed the unmoving body of Jace’s mother by her hair and shook her around. Uncontrollable anger shook throughout Jace’s body at that moment, as he had charged at his father, the older man letting go of both the wine bottle and his wife out of shock as the skinny young boy had hurled himself. Jace lost that night, and had somehow managed to scamper away without many wounds.
Jace ran back to the main Montague house, had stated his family origin, and had been immediately thrown to one of the extremely small and decript gangs the family oversaw and shunned Ev away. The young boy really couldn’t care less- on his way out from his old house, he had made sure to check his mother’s pulse and had felt nothing. That moment had marked off whatever compassion Jace felt towards anyone. His only goal was to grow stronger and climb to the top of the Montague family. This he did and is still doing till this day. When he was 15, he marked his first kill with the death of his father, strangling the man to death with his bare hands. When he was 16, he was finally allowed into the central meetings of the main family, and was viewed with high regard by the boss of the Montague family. Jace has all he wants, and everything he needs, or so he believes, but has his eyes on retrieving the wealth his grandfather had left for Jace’s and Ev’s descendants. He didn’t care how, but he was going to get the money back from the main branch for all he cared, even if it meant bringing down the whole Montague mafia gang.
|Relationship History|
• Mother|| deceased// Jace loved his mother, all the way until she died in the hands of his father and a broken wine bottle. He had cried for two weeks before he finally hardened his heart, and vowed vengeance for his mother.
• Father|| deceased// His hatred for his father is unquantifiable. Nothing could describe the hatred Jace feels towards his father. Yet, at the same time, there’s a bit of sick love Jace feels towards the deceased man. He himself cannot understand where this sense of pity and familial love comes from, and Jace wishes that he could find a means of crushing it.
• Adopted sister|| alive//
• Rest of Montague family|| He could really care less about them. If orders came, he’d execute them. If no orders came, Jace would rather spend his time alone than with his supposed family.
|Sample Post(Optional)|
Die. The word reverberated throughout his mind, the blank landscape that Jason called his mind. His eyes blurred, though he could see his hands- were those his hands?- clasped around something of a similar color. Clench harder. He tried. “I’m trying!” Jason muttered, his eyes watering as his hands clenched down harder on whatever he was holding onto.
Not good enough. The body under Jason thrashed even harder. “You little fucker!-“ Jason looked up, his eyes wide with fear at the man whom he had to call father. Shuddering, he hissed back, “Shut the fuck up and just die, asshole.” He couldn’t look, he couldn’t do this anymore- but he had to. Choke him! Tears rolled down his impoverished cheeks as little hiccups forced their way out of him, his hands finding a new strength to once again choke his father.
“Die, die, die, just die, God.” Jason muttered as the body under him started to loose strength, “Please, God, please.” Tears fell from his eyes, his nose runny with snot. Fucking just beat him to death with the wine bottle, then! Are you that useless?! Little fuck. His father moaned again, but his struggling had weakened, froth started to appear on the sides of his mouth as he slowly choked to death. Jason looked up, his eyes wide as he made eye contact with his birth father, but what he saw only drew out another silent wail from the young boy.
“Don-,” his father struggled out, coughing and spluttering, his foamy spit landing on Jason’s hands and arms, “D-don’t kill me, I don’t want-want to d-die.” The older man started to cry as well, as if mimicking the young boy that straddled his chest. “I’m your fath-!” With a cold feeling in his heart, Jason pressed his whole weight down on his hands that encircled the man’s neck. His eyes were filled with nothing but hatred as he hissed out, “You,” he laughed slightly, , “You are not my fucking father.”
A surge of satisfaction rose within Jace’s body as he watched the man finally collapse, the eyes Jace so hated growing blank. The young boy lurched up almost as if disgusted, an apathetic look on his face as he gave the old man a kick. And then another. “Oi, you dead yet?” Jace asked, still kicking the man hard on the side. He got no response. As he turned around, a giggle ripped out of the boy’s chest. Pulling his bangs out of his eyes, Jace turned to spit on the body of his father, and started to walk away. In the hallway, he paused and looked at the phone on the counter before shrugging and walking towards it. Punching in the only number he had in his mind, Jace waited as the call connected. “911, what’s your emergency?” He paused, listening to the kind female voice that came from the phone. “Hello?” The voice asked again, this time with a hint of concern in her voice. Well, why the fuck not? [b] “Hi, I just killed my fuckin’ father. Come and get me.”[/b[ He put the phone down.