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quote/lyrics: He said other than a dreamer I ain't nothin' but a drifter
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alias: Jaden
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jaden bauer

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Aug 20 2015, 12:41 PM
His old Volkswagen, Westfalia, puttered down the road as he came into the newest town, Miami, slow. His window was down, and he rested his elbow on the sill; his other hand held the driving wheel. The chilled, morning hair blew his hair, into a shaggy, stylish mess. He takes a long breath; he has been awake for about two hours, and the need to surf has hit him hard.

Ol’ Bobby Marley is blasting through his old cassette player, and Jaden is singing along with his idol, at the top of his lungs. He’s not a selfish guy, but in the moment, right now, Jaden completely forgot how early it still was.

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I - I'm willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table!”

The chorus to the song starts, and Jaden beats the steering wheel, as though it were drums; he shakes his head. People are sure to give him odd looks, if there were people awake, at this time of morning. He might even be pulled over if a police officer sees him, because after all, Jaden’s not exactly paying close attention, to the road.

Jaden pulled his old, beat up van at the side, of the curb. A few houses back, unbeknownst to him a young woman walked out, into the chilled, morning air.
Note: Sorry this took a bit to get up!
Outfit: Here!, and his van is this!
Aug 6 2015, 04:04 PM

JB - 18 - Surfie - Muso - Parkour Artist - Bum - Hippy

This is JB, my free spirited hippy! He's essentially a bum, living out of his van, though a struggling musician is a nicer title! He's surfs, and he writes his own music, and he is super into parkour.

He's super sweet, maybe even a little timid around girls, and maybe even socially awkward. He's super quiet though, so he might just seem more awkward then he is. I have a feeling he drinks, and he might even experiment with drugs, dunno, we'll see, but he doesn't swear, he doesn't say anything bad about anyone. He's super chill, and can get along with most people. He's also sorta deep.

Friends: Adults probably won't like him too much. They'd probably think he's wasting his life. Also, he does parkour, so a few might even label him a delinquent. But he's super care free, and he tries to get alone with everyone.

Enemies: Adults, probably, definitely, this is pretty open actually. I'm sure a few people might not be too fond of how hippy-like he is.

Lover(s:) He's heterosexual, and I'm sure this will happen eventually. Although, the girl(s) in question might need to push to make something happen, because at the moment he's sorta crushing on his bestie, and sister from another mister, Rhiannon Kirby, though she doesn't know this.

Other: Anything that hasn't mentioned should probably go here.
Aug 6 2015, 02:22 AM
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March 2nd

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Struggling Musician

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Perth, Western Australia

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Born into a harsh world, you were born a lover rather than a fighter. You sang, before you could talk. You loved from your first breath.<p>

Jaden never knew his parents. He can’t quite recall what they look like. He assumed; they must be two free spirits, with flowers, in their hair. Maybe this is what his mind’s eye imagines them to be like. His ideal mother: Sweet, loving, beautiful, and rebellious. His ideal father: strong, confident, loving, a tender soul, lion-hearted. He didn’t have photographs of his biological parents, but he didn’t need them. What could compare to the painting he created, in his mind?<p>

They threw you together, like a bunch of unwanted toys. You have always been the quiet one, the runt of the litter. You have always been, considered an outsider among the orphanage. You also preferred it this way.<p>

Jaden loves everyone, and he loves the idea of love. However, he is also shy, and timid; in fact, he never says a lot about anything. The eyes are the windows into the soul. He believed this with a burning passion, and this was how he did his talking. He never has an ill-mannered word to say about anyone, he just won’t say anything at all.<p>

Music is your savior. It lifts you up; you float among the clouds. It calms you, and it comforts you, it tells you that everything will be alright, when your mind screams otherwise.<p>

The guitar is his sword, and Jaden wields it with the strength of a mighty warrior. His song is his shield. His songs protect him, and they guard him from negative energy. Jaden’s a singer, a storyteller, a bard, poet; he is whatever you want to call him. He merely considers himself, a boy who loves his music.<p>

You’re a runner, a tracure, the official name, of what you do, is parkour, and the world is your playground. You have no fear, because life is too short to second guess. Some call you foolish. They’ve called you a no-good delinquent by passersby. They don’t know you, though; they don’t have your childlike innocence, or your will, for adventure. You laugh their mean comments off, because you know; life turned them bitter.<p>

His next, great love next to his music, is his ability to run. He will run any chance he can have. He’s always looking for new obstacles; fresh ways to test, and to push his limits. When he runs, he feels free, like he can soar.<p>

The ocean, is your home, more than any roof, you have lived under. You’re more at home, under the stars than you are having a family, and you knew this with all your soul. You don’t know how to act, around a family. You’re socially awkward, and that extends to most everyone. The stars talk to you; they understand you, like no one else can. The stars tell you that everything will be alright.<p>

He’s a surfer-boy, and it’s not uncommon to find sand falling out of his dirty blond, shaggy locks. He permanently smells of seaweed, and salt water. He loves the ocean, just as much as he loves to run, and play music. He can often be seen sitting on, his surf board, staring out; watching the sun set.

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