Christopher Jayden Hayze

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Character Name: Christopher Jayden Hayze
Nickname(s): Chris, CJ
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Hipster
Weight: 155lbs
Height: 5ft 4
Appearence:

As mentioned Christopher stands at 5ft 4, a bit short considering he has done all the growing that he will be doing. He has a solid wide-set build, and still has his puppy fat, that he could never lose from childhood. He has a slight, pudgy belly that makes him 'well padded'. He has quite pale skin especially for the amount of time that he spends outside sketching, he just never seems to be able to do anything but burn. So he has to wear a total sun block during summer, meaning no tan for him. His skin, especially on his face, is flawless. Not a single blemish to be seen. Another small thing, he prides himself on, is his perfect skin. He doesn't have any piercing or tattoos, and plans to keep his body as natural as the day he was born.

His golden brown hair is styled into a medium length mullet, which he wears underneath one of his many baseball caps. The visor always slightly tilted to the left, at the most acute angle possible for it to still be noticeable. He wears his sideburns long, snaking around and down his perfectly defined, yet slightly chubby cheeks, only stopping at his chin. His fringe hangs out from under his visor of his baseball cap, messily and frames his beautiful, emerald eyes. His eyelashes long and curling out and upwards as they brush against his pale, soft cheek. He has a scar running along his left eyebrow from when he was mucking around with a guitar at school and one of the strings snapped, hitting him above the eyes.

His nose is wide, yet perfectly straight. Below his nose, are his plump, pink, defined lips and just behind those lips are his teeth. All straight due to 2 years of braces as a kid. He keeps his face cleanly shaven, no stubble what so ever, bar his long sideburns. His fingernails are kept short, mostly due to his nasty habit of biting them during class. He wears a thick, plain silver band on the middle finger of his right hand, it is his fathers wedding ring. He was told to throw it, but couldn’t bear the thought of throwing away the very last thing that reminded him of the good times, he, his father and mother once shared.

His wardrobe consists of a wide range of black, grey, white and coloured band shirts from his favourite bands, his 3 pairs of jeans one faded blue loose pair, one neat pair he wears when he has to look his best, and a tight skinny fit black pair, his 2 pairs of converse one black with scribbling all over them in permanent silver ink, and his red pair, with scribing and writing over them in black permanent ink, and lastly his assortment of baseball caps. He also is often seen wearing or caring his scruffy, patchy, torn
black back pack which contains some of his art works that are still in progress.

Personality:

On the outside, Christopher appears to be your average kid, nothing special. But what most don’t see is the talented artist under the surface. Christopher is often seen sitting gazing out the window,, daydreaming, sketching in his notepad or reading a book. Not one to do things by halves, Christopher is well known for spending hours at a time on projects. Be they a school project, or just a sketch that he has been working on (although barley anyone is allowed to see the entirety of his artwork, his Uncle John being the only one to date to see the entire thing). His creativity also spilt through to a musical interest, having a natural sense of beat and timing, it was only a matter of time, before he came across his drumming abilities. He has been playing the drums for 3 years now, completely self taught from listening to his favourite songs.

Due to his rather 'rough' teen years and sudden departure of his mother Christopher finds it hard to let new people that he doesn't know get close to him. His thoughts being if they don’t mean much to him, they cant hurt him the way his mother did. Although once he gets to know an individual and trust them, he goes all out. Trusting them with his life in a heartbeat. This being only one of the many strange little quirks that make up 'Christopher Jayden Hayze'. He is 17, and still loves to watch cartoons whenever he gets the chance, along with enjoying visiting parks when the opportunity arises.

He works hard at his classes and is proud to be passing with good grades. He doesn’t drink, smoke, do drugs or go out to late parties. He prides himself on being 'straightedge', and believes that he still knows how to have fun all the same. He is very loyal and trustworthy to those that spend the time to get past his defences. He is caring and kind and genuinely wants to make friends, but is just afraid to get too close to other people. He loves to listen to music while he works, he thinks that it motivates him and blocks out the outside world and all its distractions and dramas, and constantly has his music player plugged in and the head phones snugly in his ears. Though he prefers rock and punk style music, he will listen to pretty much anything as long as it is played using real instruments and not computer programmed rubbish.
Art is also his release, he draws/paints how he feels. In the rare cases that he is extremely stressed, angry, upset ect, he breaks out his drum sticks and plays a few beats. Usually he is a pretty relaxed guy, and doesn’t stress too much. He doesn’t seem to handle romantic feelings towards other people very well, only ever having had two crushes in the past. Getting together with the female one, who ended up cheating on him with the school 'bicycle' behind the art rooms. Since then he has been incredibly suspicious of anyone that shows any romantic attention towards him. His other, male crush has finished school, being older than Chris is, and gone his own separate way.

History:

Christopher comes from what most people would call a 'broken home'. His parents May and James Hayze fought from the moment they opened their eyes, until they went to bed. Only staying together 'for Chris' sake', until his mother couldn't handle his fathers 'explosive personality' any longer, and packed her bags only to walk out the front door and never come back. A lawyer showed up at the door a week
later to serve his father with divorce papers. Christopher was 13 when this happened. He hasn't spoken to, or even seen his mother since then. His father since that fateful day, regularly came home in the early hours of the morning drunk if he comes home at all. This is still a regular occurrence for James. Even with the constant fighting between his parents, Christopher had a relatively normal, happy
childhood. With both his parents going out of their way to make sure that he never went without something he needed. Trips to the park, are a large part of his past. His memories in the park, with both of his parents are the only ones, that he has of them both being in the same place at the same time and not being at each others throats.

His fathers brother, John felt bad about May walking out on her family, he felt especially bad for Christopher, being a bright young lad with so much potential. So his solution was to pay for him to attend ANY school of his choice. Being typical Chris, and not wanting to put his uncle out of pocket he choose a local, run down school that was relatively cheap in comparison to the others he could have
asked to attend. Seeing through his nephews false face, John chose for him, and sent him to Hillard. Upon Hillard closing down, John also paid for Christopher to attend Central. During his time at Hillard, Christopher took an advanced art course, excelling above the expectations that the teachers had for the students in the basic art courses. In addition to this, he worked back stage each school production he could, making/designing props and backdrops, and even tried his hand at designing some of the costumes, but ended up making the wise choice to leave the costumes up to someone else, with more experience in thread work.

Christopher had always been attracted to both males and females equally. He grew up as a child into a teenager, thinking that this was 'normal' in the sense that everybody felt the same way about both sexes. It wasn't until he was talking to a friend, who happened to mention that they had a crush on their neighbour that Chris got talking about his own feelings and realised that not everyone likes both sexes. He didn't come to this realisation until he was 15, although he was completely fine with realising that he was bisexual, his father didn't take it too well at the start, and used it as just another excuse to drink. His uncle John, being the only real person that he could count on in his family, was the only other relative he told. John was accepting of his nephews sexuality, hugging him and telling him 'it doesn’t change who you are inside. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise'. Chris found out a year later, a week after his 16th birthday, why his uncle wasn't married and why he was so understanding of his sexuality. Uncle John was gay, and had known since he was 20. Chris came out fully when he started at Central, seeing no reason to hide such a large part of himself any longer.

Sample Rp:

Sighing Christopher walked down the hall, trying not to bump into any of the bodies pressed up against the walls, intertwined together making out. 'Excuse me' he muttered under his breath as he crept past a group of 3 boys pressed up against each other. No doubt drunk out of their minds. He was on his way down to the kitchen to get Lisa, his girlfriend another drink. God, that girl drinks like a sailor. Opening the kitchen door, the loud music, assaulted his eardrums. 'How is it even possible to hear yourself think, with all this racket?' he yelled trying to see if he was still able to hear his voice. Parties really weren't his style. Not by a long shot. But Lisa LOVED them, and he did promise he would go with her to keep her company, plus someone had to be there to take care of her, and make sure that she got home safely, and being the boyfriend it ended up being his job.

Heading back past the same people, who were all still making out this time Chris had the drink in hand as he crept past, trying not to disturb anyone. Sighing with relief as he made his way to the end of the hall, where the music wasn’t as deafening he opened the door, only to drop the plastic cup allowing its contents to freely spill and stain the carpet. 'Lisa?' he gasped as he took a step backwards. Before turning and stumbling down the hall, this time not caring about who he bumped into, or who he was keeping from kissing who. Pushing his weight against the wooden front door, he suddenly didn’t care if Lisa got home safely, or not, he just wanted away from her. From this party.

Walking blindly down the street, he stoped at a park. Walking over to the deserted swing set in the middle, slowly swinging and creaking eerily in the gentle breeze, he lowered himself onto the seat. Put his head in his hands, and let the tears wash over him. 'h-how, could she do this to me? HOW COULD SHE DO THIS?' he yelled, making a dog in the distance bark in response. He closed his eyes and saw
the still frame in his mind, as clear as 10 minutes ago, when he was standing in front of it. Lisa, his girlfriend laying on the bed, on top of another girl. Sitting up and turning around to look him in the eye, both their mouths covered in smeared lipstick, their hair a mess. Before she turned and went back to making out with the other girl, both their hands roaming freely now too.

Sitting on his bed, later that night he took his hands away from his eyes, he looked down at his feet. His hands were shaking. He simply could not believe that someone , he had allowed to get close to him, would betray his trust so easily. He felt cold. Like he had at the park, only not just on the surface of his skin, he felt like it was circulating in his veins too now. This has to be the worst feeling, . Right on cue, snapping him from his thoughts his mobile bleeped as a text came through. {I think we should see other people, I just don’t feel like that about you any more, besides Mindy and I have been seeing each other for a month now} Taking a shaky breath, he spoke, his voice cracking from the raw emotion engulfing him 'I was wrong, this is the worst fucking feeling'.

Celeb:

Patrick Stump.

Out Of Character:

Katie McRae, 16, 6 Months, my email([e-mail]), and YCM.

[( tahlia )]

Welcome to the site and I must say I'm very happy to have you here. I adored your application and it just kept me reading. Everything was detailed and I love, love, love his personality. You've done such a good job keeping him interesting but still a little understated. Can't pick on you for anything so go claim and start plotting.