Post by Eric Henry Jacobs on Dec 18, 2013 10:54:10 GMT -5
ERIC HENRY JACOBS
FULL NAME: Eric Henry Jacobs
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: twenty two
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Junior
MAJOR: Engineering
JOB OCCUPATION: Gotham Comedy Club Bartender
HAIR: Eric’s hair is naturally ginger. He wears it different styles mostly because he tends to forget to get out and get it cut. So it’ll be anywhere from fairly short to slightly longer and it’s almost always bedhead messy with a chance of faux hawk.
EYES: Blue-green
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Nothing discernible. Just the usual childhood scraps and scars.
TATTOOS: A half sleeve on his right arm, mostly little pieces, meshing together, a portrait of Harry Potter on his shin. An “&” sign on his ankle. The beginnings of at least a half sleeve on his left arm; he’s still debating it, and it’s full of good childhood memories along with a pirate ship, a shark and the English flag, a star on his right hand, and cassette on his right leg. He’s got “mom” and “dad” on his wrist so he always has his parents with him.
PIERCINGS: N/A.
PLAY-BY: Nick Santino!
LIKES: Ray ban sunglasses, fedoras and the like, licorice, comedy, music of any kind, Hoodies, tattoos, Harry Potter, ET, keyboards, guitars, dogs, tending bar, necklaces, bracelets, graphic tees, vests, chocolate milkshakes, engineering, books of all kinds, acting a fool, the beach, swimming, sea-doo’s, campfires, soccer.
DISLIKES: Serious people, gaudy things, clear soda, cats, being stuck indoors, most sports, wearing his glasses, having to walk a guy out of the club because he’s so wasted, bees, slutty girls, bananas, palm trees, needles.
FEARS: Never making his parents proud, losing one of his siblings, bees
SECRETS: He learned in high school to just keep the small detail of being an army brat to himself. He just doesn’t tell anyone any more, choosing to say they traveled a lot and that was how he had so many pictures from all over the world.
PERSONALITY: Eric is a doll. Having mostly women in the house, it was difficult to be a typical guy. The girls wouldn’t allow the brothers be anything less than gentlemen. They were raised with proper respectful manners. For the most part, Eric has managed to keep those manners intact. Growing up there were rules, but they were pretty lenient considering his father was in the Army. The Jacobs brood got away with quite a bit but they all knew the boundaries, too. If the worst the girls were going to do was dye their hair, more power to them. And if the worst the guys were going to do was get tatted and pierced, go for it! Eric kept that mentality when he finally left home for college. He doesn’t let anything get to him and in the rare occasion that it does, he takes it out on a keyboard and guitar, turning it all into music. He guesses his laidbback attitude probably gets under people’s skin, but what is he supposed to do about that? Change his entire being? Because he doesn’t want to disappoint his parents, Eric is very driven to the point of single-mindedness; especially with his music. He wants to make his parents proud. It doesn’t matter that his parents would love him anyway. With all those kids, he had to try and stand apart somehow and school and music were that for him. Eric likes to be original, different, his hair, his clothes are what set him apart from the rest of the crowd. He is definitely a musician first, engineer second. Being the youngest of the brood definitely gave him a bit of a competitive streak. He’s the friendliest guy around, willing to chat with just about anyone, but challenge him to something and he just can’t refuse; he had to accept and strive to win.
MOTHER: Annabelle Lorraine Jacobs & 58.
FATHER: Thomas Marshall Jacobs & 61.
SIBLINGS: Tessa Cordelia Jacobs & 30.
Katherine Marie Jacobs & 28.
Abigail Sabrina Jacobs & 27
Trevor Andrew Jacobs & 25
Kylee Amanda Jacobs & 23
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Treble & Old English Sheepdog!
HOMETOWN: Pasadena, Texas
HISTORY: Eric is the only born Texan in the Jacobs brood. His father is a career military man, while his mother stayed at home to take care of the Jacobs brood. There was a lot of moving around so each of the children was born in a different state. Thomas was never the man that just assumed and expected his children to follow in his footsteps. He knew the casualties of war and he had never wanted to get that call that he’d be burying one of his own children before their time. It was hard enough to leave them when he was still being shipped overseas. He feared for his family that they would be getting the knock on the door, the letter and the tears. Eric was the last born in this large family of six kids; four sisters and one brother. All the children were close, growing up on Military bases and having to move at least once a year. They were all encouraged to find their own dreams and passions. Just because their fathers was the military didn’t mean theirs had to be either.
Eric doesn’t remember much of his childhood. There were just too many places, too many people and his young mind just couldn’t keep up. Eric and Trevor were closer; being the only guys in the house most of the time, they had to keep their sanity somehow! There were sports for everyone, but Eric tried to stay on the sidelines for the most part. He played soccer like the rest of the brood, but that was as far as his athletic career went. Mostly, he stuck to the books around the house. When Eric was about ten, they moved for the nineteenth time, this time though, his father was supposed to be stationed there for a minimum of eighteen months. This time around they were enrolled in a school, off base, allowing them to interact with kids that weren’t army brats. Eric was walking home from school that first day with his mother when they passed by a music store and the young ginger haired boy stopped in his tracks, spotting a keyboard in the window. His mother noticed, and after talking to her husband, bought the youngest Jacobs child the instrument with lessons from the store. That was the most prominent memory he had; waking up to find the keyboard sitting on his chair at the kitchen table.
From there Eric’s life was music and books. He studied everything he got his hands on, but preferred the engineering books lying about. He picked up a guitar when he was thirteen, slowly adding to his collection. After that, he started collecting instruments no matter how big or small every time they moved. He still played the keyboard and the guitar the most, but his collection gained a harmonica, bongos, bass, and drums among others. He excelled in music at school, and maths. What was left of the Jacobs brood when Eric was a senior in high school, uprooted again; this time stateside. It had been quite a few years since they’d been back and it was a little weird at first. The kids in his school didn’t take to him quite so well and eventually he learned to just not tell people he was an army brat; just telling them the family traveled a lot. He was eighteen and already had half dozen tattoos; the legal age being sixteen in the last seven places they’d moved. He didn’t make many friends, the guys from the soccer team since he was still an active player of the sport and a couple other kids in his classes and that was enough for him.
The day his acceptance letter came from NYU, he’d been at practice, running drills. Without even knowing what the letter said, his mother went out, like she’d done with the rest of his siblings and bought him a new keyboard. By the end of the summer, he had a small place of his own just big enough and close to campus. He worked as a waiter for the first little while, earning a little extra money and eventually landed a job at Gotham Comedy Club as a bartender when he was twenty-one. Despite the fact that his apartment almost always had some sort of music playing, it was still too quiet, too lonely so Eric recently went out and adopted himself a dog; an Old English sheepdog he named Treble.
YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: KimmieStoleThem.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the back of a deceptively little blue box.
SAMPLE:I think not!!
