why does everything have to mean something?

why does everything have to mean something?
IP: 86.3.232.251
Posted on January 15, 2010 at 03:33:07 AM by Jensen

Name: Jensen
Gender: Male
Appearance: tall, light brown hair, athletic build, hazel eyes, thin face with a strong jaw, square chin. Not stereotypically handsome by any means, and acquired taste but not what you would call particularly ugly, just unusual. Has tribal design tattoos all down top left hand side, they stop just beneath the line of his jeans.
Defects: none
Age: 17
Personality: Jensen is kind but is also terribly practical and blunt so often comes off as being a bit cold hearted and people often get frustrated with him because they think he doesn�t �understand� them, which he often doesn�t. He has a habit of telling people the things they don�t really want to hear when he thinks they need to and is not the type of guy who goes in for the whole hugging/bonding thing, unless it is a girl he particularly likes.
Sample:

Jensen stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out to sea and as the waves made their regular assault upon the rocks below driven on by some unknown fury the boy sighed, folding his arms across his chest, the tribal design tattoos standing out boldly along his muscular arm . A man watched him from the edge of the campsite behind him a frown evident on his prominent brow as it begun to dawn on him that he needed to let his son go and that he had been holding on to the lad for far too long already. Sighing, the father put his rucksack down on the floor and Jensen turned his head slightly when he heard the noise of pots and pans banging together, but still he said nothing and turned his head back towards the ocean.

He knew what his father was going to say before he had chance to open his mouth, but as usual Jensen did not show it, let the old man say all he needed to, it was to make himself feel better more than anything else. He was surprised therefore when his father simply said one word, and for a moment it hung in the air between them as if signifying all the things they had left unsaid. There was a mix of resentment and respect on Jensen�s half and on his fathers? Disappointment perhaps, or simply an inability to connect on an emotional level with his son who he often found so very cold and clinical, a boy who had become everything he had wanted him to be but had found so very little pleasure in that. �thanks� Jensen said simply, meeting his father�s eyes for a moment and allowing the older man to pat him on the shoulder, before turning, collecting his bag from its place by the fire.

He walked along the coastal path without looking back, he had no idea where he was headed, all Jensen knew in that moment was that he was free to do anything he wanted now, his mother was long dead and his father, the man who had abandoned her had finally released him from all the bonds of loyalty which had held him fast, trapped in the life he hated but waiting to be granted leave, it was complicated and even he did not understand.

It was upon his twelfth night alone that his walking brought him to Shaman and the first thing he saw of it was a looming shadow of the Old Ruins. Hazel eyes took in the place and the sense of magic which surrounded it, the place was old, and yet new at the same time, it certainly sparked his interest. He sat upon one of the ruined walls, pulling a water bottle and the last of his food supplies from his bag with no particular plan in mind beyond the fact that soon he would need to hunt.

Ooc: Merlin

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accepted - By Georgia January 15, 2010 at 03:53:08 AM

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