Original Character Applications

[Bohemia]

Roster of Original Characters:

• Natalia Gallo
  
• Rebecka Rey
  

*NOTE: Please try not to include canon characters in your your past, especially romantically. It'll be far too confusing. And non-canon. And Mary-Sue esque.

Character Application:

[Character Name:]

[Character Age:]

[Profession, if any:]

[Personality:]

[Character History:] (You may have to fabricate some of the character's history - make it believable, though.)

[Roommates?:]

[Lover?:]

[Sexual Orientation:]

[Talents:]

[Word Verification:] (Can be found .:here:.)

[Writing Sample:]
(Your character is on the subway when he sees a man treating a woman unkindly [Feeling her up, etc.]. She looks very uncomfortable. Does your character do anything? If so, what? What is running through their head? What do they think about the situation? At least 2 paragraphs, please.)

ANOTHER NOTE!

It's quality, not quantity, but please put effort into your characters. If it's a paragraph of "she was hit. she didnt like it so she left." That's not satisfactory at all. I don't expect everyone to be like JK Rowling or Shakespeare - but please try! ;D

[Natalia Gallo]

Accepted! I loved the writing sample! Welcome

[Character Name:] Natalia Gallo

[Character Age:] 22

[Profession, if any:] Writer/Song Writer.

[Personality:] Natalia is the type of person that can be sweet and nice one minute and then in-your-face and tough the next. She’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind and she considers herself a brutally honest person. She’s nice when someone is nice to her, but when she sees an injustice she’ll take control and right it the best she can. She hates it when people get away with things that they shouldn’t. Natalia fights for people’s rights, animal rights (She’s vegetarian), and everything that she believes in. If anyone fights her beliefs she will fight them back. She’s very headstrong and she’s not someone to be messed with. She’s not all sour though, she does have a sweet side. She’s likes to help people, especially all the people she sees in the streets in such. She also plays a big part in helping at an orphanage because she grew up in one. She protects her heart and let’s very few people due to the events in her life. She’s very tight lipped when it comes to love and she’s very stubborn about it too. But then again she’s stubborn about just about everything she does, but whatever she does she puts in heart and soul into it, so that she makes an impression.

[Character History:] Natalia’s home life was never what it should have been. Her family was poor, they lived in the shady side of New York, and her father was an alcoholic. She watched her father hit her mother as her mother tried to defend her. Although this didn’t always work because her father often would hurt her mother until she couldn’t fight back and then he would go after Natalia. After a few years of the torture Natalia’s mother couldn’t take it anymore. The last fight they had Natalia’s mother pulled out a gun and shot her father three times, killing him. Natalia always believed her mother should not have been sent to jail because her father got what he deserved. She uses most of the money that she makes to save for her mom’s bail. After that incident Natalia is forced to join an orphanage, where she was forced to stay through much of her young life. She ran away several times, but somehow each time she was caught and returned to the orphanage. At age 15 she was adopted into a family with 7 kids already making her number 8. She didn’t have much through her teenage years due to the lack of money in the house and her job didn’t pay her much either. Although in these years she discovered her knack for writing. Now, at age twenty two Natalia works and tries to get her songs and short stories taken by the publicists, so that she can move on to bigger and better things.

[Roommates?:] None.

[Lover?:] None...At the moment...

[Sexual Orientation:] Straight.

[Talents:] Natalia has a knack for writing. She writes about anything and everything. She’s not afraid that she’ll offend anyone with her words because they’re from her heart and no one needs to comment on them. Natalia also is really good at writing poetry, so she turns all her poems into one type of song or another. Everything she writes about comes from her heart, so all of it is very special to her. Natalia can also sing, but she doesn’t think that she can, so she doesn’t sing very often.



[Writing Sample:]

Natalia walked onto the subway hoping for some peace and quiet on the way home. Her job had worn her out and she really didn’t feel like listening to anyone annoying. But hoping for and getting what you want are two different things. She somehow managed to pick the noisy car, where the teenagers were blasting music, one woman was reading to herself out loud, still some took pleasure in thinking they were drummers, so they banged on the poles with whatever was handy. All this was just irritating. Didn’t anyone know the meaning of quiet?

Natalia looked around trying to pick who was annoying her more, so that she could tell them to shut up, when she saw a woman being bugged by a gross looking man. The man poked the woman and asked her sexual questions. The woman looked uncomfortable, but she was one of those nice women who didn’t like to tell people that they were bothering her. In fact the whole situation reminded Natalia of her childhood. Her dad would annoy her mom to no end until her mom finally exploded and then he had a reason to hit her. Not that it was only justification. In his mind justifying what he did was because Natalia’s mom snapped at him. His reason for hitting Natalia was because she was crying.

Throughout her whole life Natalia had learned to defend herself and the other people around her. This was no exception. She calmly got up out of her seat and stood in front of the man harassing the poor woman. If looks could kill Natalia’s would have this man melting to a puddle on the floor. As it were looks could not kill, so the man remained annoying the woman.

“Leave her alone,” Natalia hissed getting the whole car to go silent. ‘So now they’re quiet!’ Natalia thought highly annoyed at the whole situation. The man glanced up at her quickly and looked away, but he seemed to notice that Natalia was in fact quite beautiful, so he looked at her again. His eyes traveled up and down her body, obviously trying to mentally undress her. Natalia rolled her eyes. ‘Pervert,’ she thought completely disgusted by the man.

“Hello beautiful,” the idiot said trying to act smooth, but failing miserably. Natalia raised her eyebrows and snorted. This had to be one of the stupidest guys she’d ever met. He actually thought she’d get with him.

“In your dreams,” Natalia said.

“Oh, you’ll be there along with me,” the guy said. Natalia almost choked because she was laughing so hard. Some of the other people in the car obviously thought it was funny too because they were laughing.

“Look sleazebag,” Natalia said getting back on topic, “Just leave her alone. She doesn’t need touching her. You’d probably infect her with some virus.”

“Why, you little-“ the man stood up and walked towards Natalia...just as the train stopped. The man went flying into some chairs on the other side of the train. This was Natalia’s stop, as well as the woman’s. Most of the car got off and left the jerk in the car by himself.

“Idiot,” Natalia muttered to herself walking up the stairs and out into the fresh, well not really fresh, air of New York.

“Thank you,” a voice said from behind her. Natalia turned around to see the woman from the train. She smiled softly at her.

“Don’t worry about,” Natalia said, “Women have to stick together in the perverted city of New York.” The woman gave a laugh and then gave a wave of goodbye before walking away. Natalia turned back around and started heading for home. It was true that women had to stick together. New York wasn’t safe and the incident on the subway proved it. It really is a man’s world. Natalia placed a half smile on her face.

‘I’ll just have to change that,’ she thought.

[Rebecka Rey]

Accepted! Welcome to Over the Moon!

[Character Name:]
Rebecka Rey

[Character Age:]
20

[Profession, if any:]
Street performer

[Personality:]
Rebecka is a very sweet, kind hearted girl who likes everyone she meets and can get along with most people. She enjoys meeting new people and making new friends. Rebecka is known for being pretty easy going and has a very serine, calm demeanor about her which makes her hard to read. Although she has her moments of silliness she is usually just one to sit back and observe the people around her.

On her bad days she can become so depressed that she doesn’t even feel well enough to leave her apartment and go outside. Rebecka has a hard time speaking her mind and sometimes, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t help but feel alone and secluded from people even if she has many friends. Although she is very easy to talk to Rebecka usually can’t find the words to say when she is talking to others about herself. She is slightly secretive and doesn’t really like talking about herself because she doesn’t believe it’s very important that people get to know her. She is there for them and that should be enough.

She has a very romanticized view of every thing that goes on around her even if it isn’t the reality of what is happening. She believes in luck and karma and all of those types of things. It is the reason she tries to never do anything bad to a person because what comes around goes around.

[Character History:]
Rebecka lived in Honduras until she was 8 and her parents sent her to live with her Aunt and Uncle in Los Vegas. When she was 16 she stopped going to school because she didn’t find it interesting. Being in love with art she started performing on the streets to make extra money although she wasn’t sure what she would use the money on. At 18 she packed her bags moved away from her Aunt and Uncle and hoped on a train. She headed for the first place that she felt she should go New York City.

Her life up until moving to New York was relatively normal. Her aunt and uncle tried everything to help her in school and tried every way they could think of to get her back into school but nothing work. It wasn’t of any interest to her so she didn’t care about it. Although very disappointed they still tried to help as much as they could with teaching her things they thought she needed to learn although Beck learned most everything she needed to know on the streets.

Then in New York having no home and no job for a while was pretty hard on Rebecka until she started doing odd jobs and performing on the streets again. Although it was harder for her to get money because everyone in New York performs on the street and she didn’t really stand out. But she added up the money she started earning with the money she had saved and got a ground apartment in some building. A ground apartment being just that the ground floor of her apartment. It was in the basement and had no floor just the dirty concrete of the basement. For a few months all she had to sleep on was a dirty mattress that someone else in the building gave to her so she didn’t have to sleep on the floor. She made a bit more money and bought some old furniture so eventually her apartment wasn’t as horrible as it had been.

Since then things have started looking brighter for Rebecka. Having a place to live even if it is a crap hole is a whole lot better then living on the streets. Especially if you’re in the middle of trying to find what you are the best at which she is currently still trying to do.

[Roommates?:]
None

[Lover?:]
N/A

[Sexual Orientation:]
Straight

[Talents:]
She can do most anything artistic. Paint, write, sing, dance, and act. She does it all.

[Word Verification:]
Edited out by Bohemia!

[Writing Sample:]
Rebecka slowly walked down the stairs of the subway station pushing her guitar over her shoulder to get it out of the way. She scanned the room silently a man and a woman catching her eye. The woman looked like she was being harassed by the man who was looking slightly amused. Rebecka frowned and bit her lip sliding onto the subway car sitting down moving her guitar into her lap she bent forward slightly and leaned against it.

She watched as the man and woman both got onto the car and Beck sighed. She watched them out of the corner of her eyes and noticed like her no one seemed to want to say anything. Looking away she started strumming her guitar putting random chords together making up a song. Humming along with it trying to pull out of what was happening around her Rebecka opened her eyes and looked around slightly shocked that everyone, including the man, was looking at her listing to the song.

Rebecka frowned slightly but kept playing as she saw the woman the man had been harassing start to slink away silently into the next car. When the woman was safely out of sight Rebecka bit her lip and then smiled to herself turning away looking back down at her guitar. The car stopped and Rebecka sat back letting people get off giving her money. As the man past her, her eyes darted around the car quickly before she stuck her foot in front of him causing him to stumble out of the car. She laughed lightly as the door closed and shook her head continuing to play the guitar feeling much better then she just had been a moment before.

[singingowl]

[Character Name:]
Riley Ford

[Character Age:]
19

[Profession, if any:]
Catstratch Dancer/Aspiring Photographer

[Personality:]
Riley may dress and act like she's a bad-a**; but underneath her
tough exterior, she is really a sweet and creative person. She can
be a bit hesitant when meeting new people, especially guys. She
does like to flirt some of the time, but usually nothing more. If you
don't get too close to a guy, you won't get hurt - right?

But that fact doesn't stop Riley from being alone on her nights off.
She's the type of person who is loyal to her friends, so if you mess
with them, you mess with her. But she tends to push people
away though, she fears that if she gets too attached to a person,
then she might lose them. Been there, went through that, doesn't
want to go through it again.

[Character History:]
Riley Ford was born in a small town in Upstate New York, to Ethan
and Samantha Ford. She and her parents lived right above a small
pawn shop, that her father owned. Riley even helped her dad out,
working in the shop(mostly swept floors). Everything was all good
in her life, until she was about 13.

It was a regular Tuesday morning, pretty slow, when a red-haired
woman came into a shop. She was looking a bit nervous, glancing
over her shoulder frequently and both of her hands were shaking.
She really wanted to sell this trinket of hers, wanting to just get it
out of her hands as soon as possible. Riley's dad obliged her. And
the very next morning, it was sold. But later on in the afternoon, a
man came in. He looked menacing, Riley was scared.

He went right up to the counter and asked her dad if he has seen
a certain woman recently. He told the man that he does not really
remember faces. So, the man asked about a certain item. Her dad
knew the item he was talking about, so he told him that it already
was sold to someone that morning. The man then asked what the
customer's name was. "Sorry sir; but the customer paid in cash,
so I have no idea what their name was." her father answered.
The man grew silent for a moment, then he pulled out a handgun
and fired three times. Riley saw the whole thing, she was hidden
behind a shelf and her mom was out shopping at the time.

The man then walked out of the shop, without another word. Her
dad died in her arms, that day. She was devastated by his death,
and so was her mother. But then, a year later, her mom remarried
to a man named Victor Lee. Riley sensed that he was too good to
be true, that he was hiding something and she turned to be right.
One night, when her mom was working, and Riley was alone with
Victor. She stayed in her room, while he took over the living room.
But then, he came into her room, when she fell asleep...and then
he started touching her....then raped her.

She tried telling her mom about it, but she wouldn't listen to any
of it. I guess she was too blinded by his looks and charm, even to
see what was really going on. Riley started spending less time at
home and more at her friends' houses. She even started taking a
self-defense class, after school. So one night, when she returned
home from the movies, Victor was waiting for her. And then, when
he tried to touch her, she fought back this time. Her mother came
home a little later - to find Victor with a split lip and a broken right
hand. He tried to turn the whole thing on Riley, saying she simply
attacked him for no reason, and her mom was actually believing it.
Riley got fed up, so that night, she packed up her things and took
off into the night. She was 16.

She didn't really care where she went, just as long as it was very
far away from her mom and Victor. And after a few months of
running from place to place, Riley ended up in New York City. Now
that she was here, she had no idea what to do next. She lived on
the streets for a while, doing odd jobs and saving enough money
to get a cheap apartment. Sure it was a hellhole, but at least she
didn't have to sleep in alleyways anymore. She did more odd jobs
until she was about 18, then she got a job at the Catstratch Club
as a dancer.


[Roommates?:]
none

[Lover?:]
n/a

[Sexual Orientation:]
Straight

[Talents:]
Riley is a shutterbug, she enjoys taking pictures of anything and
everything she can. She also can play the piano quite well, it was
the one thing that she and her dad had in common. Although she
doesn't like to show it off, but Riley is a really good cook and that
she learned from her mom.

[Word Verification:] Glory

[Writing Sample:]
Riley got into a subway car; as a change from her normal routine
of walking to her apartment, and then sat down. She ran a hand
through her hair and took a deep breath, slightly relieved to get
off her feet for a while. A quick glance at the other passengers in
the car, she noticed a man harassing this woman. He kept trying
to put his arm around her and the woman tried to resist him, but
every time she moved away, he moved closer. Riley's hands then
clenched into fists, having a bit of a flashback.

In her mind's eye, she can see herself: 4 years younger, being in
the same situation as this woman. Riley took a deep breath, then
got up and walked over to them. "Hey pervert, why don't you just
leave her alone? She's not interested." she hissed at the man, as
she glared at him. The man stopped and looked at Riley, his eyes
glinting with a hint of lust. He then stood up, glaring back.

"And who are you to tell me what I can or cannot do?" he replied,
his voice dripping with anger. "Excuse me, who are you to harass
an innocent woman? Listen, she isn't interested, so just give it up
already." Riley answered, turning away from him and extending a
hand to the woman. He grabbed her arm, she turned her head to
face him. "I wasn't finished, sweetheart." he said, trying to sound
smooth. "My name isn't sweetheart, pal. Now; I suggest that you
let go of my arm, if you still want to keep your hand." she hissed,
her eyes glaring at him. He let go and began to back up, and then
the subway stopped abruptly.

He fell backward, landing hard on his rear. The woman took Riley's
hand and together, they got off the subway. "Thank you so much,
I really appreciated it." she said, glancing over her shoulder. "Not
a problem." Riley answered, as they both walked up the stairs. At
the top, they said goodbye and went their separate ways.

[iluvwilson]

[Character Name:] Therese Dorion
[Character Age:] 19 (but she's old for her age! Sorry, I'm listening to RENT on my iTunes)

[Profession, if any:] Life Cafe waitress.

[Personality:] Therese will take anyone who is rude to her and whip them into shape. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and loves to do so. She has a heart of gold inside, despite her harsh tongue. All she needs is someone to love.

[Character History:] (You may have to fabricate some of the character's history - make it believable, though.)
Therese was born in Manhattan to Anne Marie and Tyler Dorion and lived there until she was nine years old. She lived in a comfortable apartment with loving parents, and helped out with the family restaurant, often waitressing. When she was eight, her parents were killed in a car crash.

Therese lived in a local orphanage until a grim elderly woman from a shady neighbourhood (OOC: the one where RENT is set. I don't know which one, I'm Canadian) adopted her, but for the sole purpose of using her as an unpaid servant. She worked long hours, fixing meals, cleaning the perpetually dirty apartment, and various other forms of hard labour including walking the woman's vicious pit bull. Therese slept on a thin mattress with one cotton sheet and a hard pillow and had only 2 afternoons a week for school. School was Therese's salvation. At school she had friends, and was treated like a person, not an animal. When the woman died of old age, Therese was 12. She had no choice but to live on the street.

She managed to scrape together enough money for food by begging, as people had a lot of sympathy for her. She was 12 years old, kicked into the street in the dead of winter, and had two thin blankets, worn out clothes that didn't fit, and old shoes that were too small. People would drop coins into the old cup she had found on the street as they passed, and once she had enough, she would run into the Life Cafe and buy the cheapest but most filling thing that she could afford.

Once she was 14 she was old enough to get a waitressing job. After a year she moved into the spare bedroom in a kind lady named Ms. Lowell's apartment that was advertised For Rent. Therese couldn't afford the rent but made up the difference by cooking and occasionally babysitting for Ms. Lowell's young son Tommy. On her 18th birthday, Therese moved into her own crappy apartment, and has been there ever since.

[Roommates?:] None

[Lover?:] None at the moment

[Sexual Orientation:] Bisexual

[Talents:] Therese is a complete and utter chef. When business is slow or the chef is away, her boss at the Life Cafe lets her cook. She learned from her mother in the kitchen of their restaurant and has loved it ever since.

[Word Verification:] (I don't understand this...please explain)

[Writing Sample:] Therese got up on Thursday, got dressed, and ran to the subway station.
"Damn. I'm going to be late and Jim will be pissed at me." she muttered. She managed to get into a car just as the doors were closing behind her. She got settled in a seat and fiddled with her hair. She noticed a man harassing a woman about three or five years older than herself out of the corner of her eye and got up.
"Hey mister, leave her alone! You have no right to do that." she growled.
"What are YOU going to do about it, Malibu Barbie?" he snarled, obviously spotting Therese's tangled blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Therese wrinkled her nose, she smelled alcohol on his breath and he was slurring his words.
"You don't want to find out. I suggest you leave her alone if you ever want to see your finger again." she snapped, moving towards him menacingly. She had experience fighting off weirdos when she was on the street.
"O-o-k...I'll back off!" stuttered the man and he stumbled off at the next stop.

A few minutes later, the lady came up to Therese with tears in her eyes. Without a word, the woman tried to push some change towards Therese. She steadfastly refused, and looked up.
"No thank you ma'am. I did the humane thing to do and that doesn't need a monetary reward to be satisfying." she said solemnly. With a single nod the woman exited, and Therese continued on to work.

[iluvwilson]

word verification: Glory (now I get it...very clever!)

[Rebecca Hawthorne]

[Character Name:]
Rebecca Hawthorne

[Character Age:]
22

[Profession, if any:]
Dancer

[Personality:]

Rebecca has been a city girl all her life and loves every moment of it. She's quick witted and is a very tough girl, mentally and physically. She's very laid back and can be a tad lazy. Rebecca is very open minded and one of the biggest rebels you'll ever meet. She loves the night sky and has a very wild spirit. She's usually out somewhere partying or at home, doing something with dance. Rebecca tens to be hot tempered and a bit rude if needed.

When she has bad days or is depressed, she locks herself away from the world in her bedroom of her apartment and smokes. She'll flip out at you if you bother her and could hurt you even though she doesn't mean it. She'll go into a downward spiral and start crying, getting pissed off at the same time. She'll never go outside during these days and will never move from the spot where she at when she's pissed off.

Rebecca is a secret romantic fan even though she won't admit it. She craves for the love she sees around her and tries to make herself love but, is scared to do it. She'll back away and hide off in the shadows. She has a fear of love even though she craves it.

[Character History:]

Rebecca grew up in New York all her life since the day she was born at the hospital. Her father, Robert Hawthorn and her mother, Shelly Gravehill used to be so in love when they had her. When she was about ten, her parents got a divorce due to her and her mother getting beaten by Rob who was an abusive alcoholic. She then lived with her mother in a separate part of the city, away from her father. When she was about fifteen, her mother died from getting killed in an alley near their home. Rebecca then was alone to fend off for herself, never getting over her mom's death.

Rebecca tried her best to get a job at a local office but she always got rejected. When she found a dancing job at a local club, she had no choice but to take it. She was only sixteen when she started working there. She earned her "nickname" down at the club which was, "Kitten." She still has that job even though she hates it but does it for the money. She's was always way behind on her bills and need fast money.

Now, Rebecca still lives in the apartment she lived in with her mom and still has her job at a dancer. Even though her life probably will end up like crap, she still was happy that she was able to live through it all.

[Roommates?:]
None

[Lover?:]
None.....yet.

[Sexual Orientation:]
Straight

[Talents:]
Rebecca can sing, dance and play the guitar which she hasn't played in years.

[Word Verification:]
Glory

[Writing Sample:]

Rebecca grumbled softly as she walked down the silver metal steps that led to the underground subway. Her cold, pale hands were dug deep into her beaten leather jacket as her dark brown eyes moved swiftly across the busy subway walkway. Chatter and horns filled her ears as smoke and gas hit her nose. She just shook her head and continued to walk, her strappy black heels clicking softly. She brushed pasted the people with ease but chilled coming up her naked legs from the cold wind. She swore to herself for wearing a skirt in the middle of January but, she needed this outfit for her "show."

Her shoulder-length pretty brown hair swayed with the beat of the wind as she soon stopped in front of the yellow safety line. She glanced to her right and found some strange man starring at her. He was tall but, lanky. He had these crystal blue eyes that burned into her hard brown ones. His black hair was messy but in an odd fashionable way. "What?" She asked, her voice full of irritation. She hated it when people starred at her, another reason to hate her job. He smiled a pure white smile and let out a dark chuckle, "You don't remember me, Kitten?" He asked in a fake pouty voice and her eyes widen when he called her by her dancing name.

"What the hel-?" She started but was cut off when he stepped closer to her and spoke, "You don't remember that lovely little night when we shook a few drawers loose at Frankie's house with me, his best friend?" He took her by the chin and chuckled that same dark chuckle as before. Oh, she remembered that night all right. That was the night she regretted ever since she was seventeen and her old boyfriend, Frank, best friend took her away and drugged her and raped her.

Rebecca growled, "Get the hell away from me." She said shoving him away. "Tsk, tsk, little kitty. Since you are a dancer, I'd thought you'd be used to this now." He said and laughed darkly and gave her a darkening smile. She glanced over and saw the subway coming. "No matter where you go, Kitten, I will find you." He said in a dark whisper and with that, he disappeared into the crowd of strangers.

Rebecca growled as she felt the air of the subway rush by her. God, how she hated him and yet at the same time , she feared him. He still stalks her and she can't contact anyone because he's too smart for the cops. Damn you, Danny. She then turned on her heel and walked into the subway, trying to forget that she even saw him.

[Without You]

Well, I'm pretty sure that this won't be as good as all the other people's but I'll try...

Justice;;


Oliver;;

[Character Name:] Justice Sinclair

[Character Age:] 21

[Profession, if any:] Playing his guitar for tips and selling his photography.

[Personality:]
Justice is kind of timid and quiet, he doesn't talk much. It's hard to get him to warm up to you, though he really trusts you once he has. If Justice really believes in something he'll come out of his shell and stand for it. When he does drop the shyness it's usually when he's pissed, which is something that doesn't happen often. Justice isn't much of a selfish person. All he needs is his camera, guitar, and dog. If anyone messes with any of that, they're dead. The same goes with children and women, he's a real soft-hearted gentleman.

[Character History:]
Justice grew up in California where he had a great childhood, he belonged to a rich family. When he was 5 and starting school, they skipped him a grade. When he was 11, his mom got a new job as the vice president of a succesful record label. When he was 13, he started a band and got signed to the label his mom worked for. Everything went great until he turned 14 and ran away. Though it seemed that his life was perfect, it wasn't. No one else knew, but his dad always yelled at him and cussed him out for nothing, he beat him for a few years. The only person that really loved him was his mother, who was slowly and painfully dying of AIDS. When he was 14, he biked and took buses all the way to New York just after his mother died and his 14th birthday. He didn't get to New York until he was nearly 15, and lived in his cousin's condo on the "better" Manhattan for the next 3 years. He didn't get his Alphabet City apartment until he was about 18 years old. Just 2 or 3 months ago, Justice found a puppy literally just short of a day old starving and crying on the street in the rain. Since it was obviously an orphan, he named it Oliver and took it home. He fed him, cleaned him up, and took him to the vet after making just enough money to pay the bill by selling his pictures and playing his guitar on the street.

[Roommates?:] Just Oliver. (: He's open if anyone wants to room with him, haha.

[Lover?:] None...yet.

[Sexual Orientation:] Straight

[Talents:] Music and photography, he's pretty good at acting and writing too. He'd much rather focus on the first two, though.

[Word Verification:] Glory

[Writing Sample:]
Justice was shoving his way through all the people as he tried to make his way to the subway. This was quite the difficult task, considering he was also trying to make sure his Australian Shepherd mix Oliver didn't get hurt in the process. He thought about what he was gonna do when Ollie got too big for him to just carry around, there were so many reasons why he couldn't leave the dog at home. Justice finally got into the subway station and jumped into the nearest subway right as the doors were closing, he was already going to be late as it was. He sat down and checked Ollie over before he did anything else, then relaxed. He gazed around at all of the people, most of which looked like they were pissed off. As Justice was looking around, he happened to notice a disgusting looking man talking to a quite attractive young woman who obviously wished he wasn't sitting as close to her as he was. He put Oliver back in his cage and picked him up to go confront the man. He started trying to pull her closer, but the woman continued to resist. Justice asked the young woman, "Hey, is this guy bothering you?" Only to get a scared look seeming to say HELP and a reply from the obviously much older man saying, "Nah, I ain't botherin' her," in a scratchy voice and a thick New Jersey accent, "and so what if I was? What you gonna do 'bout it?" Justice looked the man down, he was tall and skinny with scraggly black hair and tan skin, his eyes were beady and pitch black. “Well, I just don’t see why you’re harrassing young women like that,” he spoke up and told the man angrily “,if you’re lookin’ for sex, then go find a prostitute! ” The man seemed to be outraged, as if no one had ever said anything like this to him before, “Excuse me? Kid, you don’t know what you’re getting ya-self into here.” He said in response to Justice’s confrontation. “Actually Mister, I do. And I have no idea what your problem is, but you seriously need to back off,” Justice replied. The man glared at Justice and smirked, saying, “This ain’t worth my time…” and walked off. Justice knew he really wasn’t good at this kind of stuff, so he was pretty surprised when the man got off the subway. The young woman got up , thanked Justice, and went crazy over Oliver. She got off the subway without another word and Justice went to sit back down and wait for his stop.