Torn Jonas

[tory]

C H A R A C T E R

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Name: Torrance Etan Jonas
Gender: Male
Age&&Year: 17&&Junior
Desired Clique: The Dolces
Family:

parents and their current occupations:

Aaron Elijah Jonas -- father -- fourty two -- newspaper reporter

Norah Alexandria Jonas -- mother -- thirty five -- retired dancer, dance teacher
siblings and their current occupations:

Cain Sergei Jonas -- brother -- twenty (at time of death) -- deceased

Marnie Louisa Jonas -- sister-in-law -- twenty-three -- aspiring author, owns a small bookstore
pets:

australian shepherd > 8 months > Black Canary (Often called BC for short)

Personality:

Tory is one of those kids who could be in your class all year, and you never notice him until he accidentally runs into you on his way out a few months later, mumbling a quiet "sorry" because quickly walking away down the hall. He's a very quiet boy, and hardly speaks unless someone else starts up a conversation with him. This makes him seem, to the public eye, aloof and withdrawn, when he's really only shy. The only time when he really lets loose is around people he has grown comfortable with, such as close friends or family. In addition, Tory's voice is very soft for a boy, and often it is hard to hear what he is saying in a noisy room.

There's always those people who stand off by themselves in a crowded room, leaning against the wall and just watching everyone else have a good time, and you just want to go over there and strike up a conversation just so they won't feel left out. Tory is one of these people. He is not the type to approach new people; in fact he hardly ever makes new friends unless they make the first move on talking to him. Tory honestly doesn't mind being by himself, and sometimes prefers it that way. He's soft spoken and likes to keep to himself. But just because he doesn't talk much doesn't mean that he doesn't want someone. He's a guy that needs to be held, needs to be reassured that he is cared for.

Tory can definitely be the biggest sweetheart in the entire world, if he is comfortable enough around you and feels like he can trust you. He's one of those boys who will bring flowers to someone for no reason or even write a song for them if he likes them a whole gosh darn lot. He'll hold their hand or just put his arms around them. He likes making the person that he is with feel special. If he succeeds, he'll just beam and a cute little blush will appear on his face. He's a good catch, and your mom will absolutely love him. Despite all of these good qualities, Tory has been played many times. He's almost too sweet, too kind, too trusting.

Contrary to how he appears in public, with his friends, Tory can be quite outgoing. He really likes to laugh and have fun, bad pick-up lines and flirting are some of his favourites, and he really gets a kick out of teasing his friends. On stage he can be quite reserved, but as the show goes on, he loosens up. When its his turn to show his stuff, he's out there and all for it. The adrenaline rush gets him in a major way, he loves the thrill and believes it to be the most potent drug there is. For a while he was quite a daredevil, just for the rush.

Brotherly. Even if it isn’t a normal aspect of someone’s personality. It is for Tory. He looks out for everyone, and he can’t help it. He’s like an angle, with the looks to match. He stands up for anything he knows is wrong, and sometimes for things that just feel wrong. He doesn’t think that people should pick on others just to make them feel better about themselves. He is very liberal in his ideas but is a strong believer that everyone is created equal and it doesn’t matter who you are. Everyone is equal in his eyes, if anyone needs his help he would not hesitate to give it.

Tory is a modest person, to be honest. He receives compliments quite often, but he still doesn’t know how to take them. Thank you? Oh, your smile is adorable, too? What do you say to that? For being such a knowledgeable person, there are many exceptions to Tory's intelligence. For example, love. Maybe cliché, but Tory isn’t very well-read when it comes to the living, beating heart in his own chest. Love was something he thought he understood, but Tory’s learned all too quickly that things change with even one stupid mistake.

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History:

hometown: Born: Cairo
Currently: New York
overall history: Torrance Etan Jonas was born to a Polish Jew and a retired Russian ballerina in the middle of a sandstorm in Egypt. And that was only the beginning of his tumultuous life. Because of his father's job as a newspaper reporter, he and his brother were moved all over the world. Not so good for maintaining a good 'home' and childhood, but great for learning and experiencing things that so many people never get a chance to. Not that that really mattered to Tory, all he wanted was music and art.

Born in Cairo, Egypt on 28 October, Tory's parents, Aaron, a newspaper reporter, and Norah, a news camerawoman, care a lot for him. They're supportive of almost anything he does, but they pushed him a lot. From the time he was very little she was doing many things. Football, piano lessons, and scouts are just a few. Tory adores his parents, had an unusually good relationship with them, but he hated doing what they wanted. If he could have his way, he would settle down for a life of obscurity.

When he was seven, his parents moved them from Egypt to Japan. His father had gotten a contract for a magazine and they decided to move so he was better situated to cover the story. Tory, unlike his parents, was devastated. He was leaving his grandparents and his friends for a place he didn't know. They moved to Tokyo so that his father could have easy access to a newspaper office and his mother could be in a position where she could still film for the news stations. During the six years they were in Japan, Tory grew very used to the city life and very much enjoyed learning the language.

Cain, Tory's older brother, and Tory formed a closer bond after they moved to Japan. Originally the bond wasn't as strong due to the fact that they had gotten such different attentions from their parents at a younger age. Tory picked up on the language faster than Cain, while Cain taught Tory to draw in the long periods of time they were alone after school, when their parents were at work. Their parents were not as attentive as others, and the inattention helped them to grow up, though it happened earlier than other children.

As he grew older, Tory realised that his parents weren't the people he thought they were. They were childish in nature and inconsistent in their attentions. That was a blow to him. No child, at any age, wants to find out that they're more mature than their parents. He dealt with that through music. He would write songs and play his mother's guitar and the bass that they had gotten him for his tenth birthday. The songs were an outlet for his emotions, and by the time they moved, he had written nearly thirty.

At thirteen, Tory's family moved to Stratford-Upon-Avon so that his mother could be involved in a large project. Tory was enthralled with the quiet town. The English countryside that sprawled all around astounded him, he had rarely seen such open spaces since their last vacation in Japan, when they went to the beach. He picked up a slightly English accent in the year they lived there, coupled with his accent from Cairo, that developed into quite an odd manner of speaking at times.

At fourteen, Tory’s family moved again to New York. After that, his father decided to set aside journalism, finally seeing how much the moves were affecting their children, and bought a shop. Aaron still occasionally writes articles for local papers and magazines, and Norah has opened a small studio, teaching dance lessons to local children, and they enjoy running the bookstore they bought. They live just above that shop, and are actually rather content.

When Tory was sixteen, after a rough battle with drugs and many fights with his parents, Tory's brother, Cain, died at age twenty from an overdose. He left behind a three year old daughter. Alianne. In the time since then, Tory has become very close to her, and adores her to no end. Her mother had always enjoyed Tory's help with the stubborn toddler, and he spoils his niece to no end.

Aside from his family, Tory is very absorbed in his art. Music is his passion, of course, he plays guitar and piano, but art is his true love. Painting, drawing, sketching, photography, graphics, mixed media, if there was something he'd die for, that would be it. Of course, he's way better off in the band than as a starving artist. He loves his band to pieces, and he'd do anything for them. They've become like another family since his own is so far away.

Picture&&Celebrity: Alex Evans


Appearance:

Tory is on the skinny side but this doesn't seem to affect him much, he likes to eat don't get him wrong he just doesn't gain wait. He is one of the blessed few. He stands at about five foot seven which is pretty average, if a bit short, and he weighs only around 130 which is slightly light for him. You won't see him rushing to change much about himself. In fact, the only piercings he has are the snakebites in his lip. On a whim, he had them done, and he really likes them, though they're somewhat out of character for him.

Now Tory's eyes are something to behold. Without makeup they're wide, innocent, and absolutely gorgeous. A pretty light blue color that often shifts to a darker blue or a more greenish color. Sometimes Tory will go without eyeliner, but for the most part its a staple of his everyday appearance. His own eyes are beautiful enough. They're even framed with the thick lashes that girls apply layers of mascara for. They also hold a lot of expression, so people should look at his eyes to see if he's being sarcastic or sincere.

Longer than what is deemed acceptable for guys, Tory's hair falls to hide his ears. It's layered, choppy, and a brown-black color that is all natural. He doesn't dye it much. Sometimes he'll add some odd color in the mass of hair. But for the most part it's just the shiny brown-black that most people try to attain. The layers usually fall in his eyes. It's emo hair but he doesn't cover the whole eye. It does attack his field of vision sometimes, which is a pain in the ass when driving. People seem to compliment him on the softness of his hair, which he finds odd. I mean who doesn't like to keep their clean? Plus why are people always touching his hair? He doesn't quite know why.

When it comes to clothes Tory is the first one to ask whether you should wear that polka dot skirt or black skinny jeans. Though he shops in mostly vintage stores he is mostly seen thumbing through the fashion magazines. He doesn't completely conform to the fashion norm. He wears skinny jeans but doesn't wear ironic tees, button down shirts and tie are more his thing. He has a surprising collection of ties, the wilder or uglier, the better, or so it seems.

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Name: Kai
Age: Old enough
Gender: female
Chase is: confused
RP Sample:

Why, oh why had she ever thought calling her mother was a good idea?

Holiday. Good daughter duties. Right.

At some point, it'd seemed like a good idea to trade some of her rapidly waning sanity for the prospect of wishing the one parent she actually knew the whereabouts of a happy Thanksgiving. Especially since she was in the States for the holiday for the first time in...six years or so. And since, her slightly guilty conscience reminded her, she still wasn't quite willing to bite the bullet and travel to Illinois to see Terry Pryde in person. Because she was beginning to remember why she and her mother hadn't ever been all that close to begin with, and Kitty wasn't exactly sure her mental stability was worth risking for that just yet.

Not when she was pretty sure she'd need all the sanity she could store up, given the current situation.

And especially not when she was busy trying to navigate the stairs, nod at the phone (even if her mom couldn't see her, it seemed like the thing to do), and mutter yet another, 'Uh-huh. Sure thing, Mom. Got it," into the receiver. All while simultaneously wondering how, in the name of all that was sacred, someone could possibly hold a dissertion this lengthy on canned cranberry sauce versus homemade. Or why they were even talking about cranberry sauce in the first place.

Truthfully, Kitty had tuned the entire thing out completely in an effort at self-preservation a good half hour ago. Now, all she was doing was mumbling, nodding, and trying not to trip down the stairs in a 'more-holiday-food-related-info-than-I-ever-wanted-or-needed' induced state of semi-catatonia as she studiously sought someone or something to rescue her. Anything.

At this point, she'd take Arcade, the Brood, Black Air, anyone...it didn't matter. Her mom couldn't really fault her for hanging up if they were being invaded by an intergalactic menace, could she? Of course not.

Still nodding at the phone and mumbling more, "Uh-huh's" and "Right, yeah's" in an effort to keep her remaining parent under at least the delusion that she might still be listening, she turned into the kitchen, glanced forlornly at the occupants of the room as she passed, and went immediately to the refrigerator. Facing the wide, metal, fingerprint-proof door, the brunette methodically and purposefully banged her forehead against the appliance about half a dozen times before turning back to face her friends. Turning, Kitty gave them her most pathetic, wide-eyed, pleading puppy dog look, and mouthed two, simple, desperate words. "Help. Me."

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