*/ wilde, chester j.

[chester jay wilde]

CHESTER JAY WILDE



* curbside confessions no longer afraid of what you'll say .

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS LAUR, AND I AM SIXTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT FOURISH YEARS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE NO ONE ELSE YET. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS BEATLE JUICE,

[/color],[/b] Chester Jay Wilde
- - - - age, twenty three
- - - - nicknames, cj.
- - - - gender, male
- - - - sexuality, pansexual
- - - - label, clockwork records
- - - - band, can you keep a secret?
- - - - position, drummer
- - - - play by, travis mccoy <3
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[/color],[/b] brown
- - - - hair, black
- - - - built, lanky and thin.
- - - - weight, one forty eight.
- - - - height, six foot three.
- - - - fashion sense, Chester is all about layering. He’s always been cold blooded, as his mom put it, so more clothing equals a happiest cj. When he’s got all his tee shirts and hoodies on in the right order, cj is just content and cuddly. It’s not odd to see him in bright colors. He thinks that colors represent cheerfulness, so automatically, he’s on that shit. But one thing he will not do is shove himself into jeans two sizes too small. He’d like kids some day, and too tight jeans would damage his goods beyond fertilism. He likes fitted jeans, but not those skin tight jeans that look like they’re painted on. He does appreciate them on other people, but not on himself. The boy loves his shoes. He’s got too many pairs and he has some he’s only worn once. But cj loves them all. They’re like his children. And he’s old school, he likes watches. That’s right, the thing that goes around your wrist. Not just checking your phone to get the time. Along with too many shoes, he owns too many hats. He likes his accessories.
- - - - distinguishing features, dozens of tattoos all over his body, piercings and his hair, if its grown out.
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[/color],[/b] the color yellow, ducks, the cold, night time, the stars, space in general, cats, dogs, most animals, loud music, post-hardcore, his cat simone, sunrise, sunset, dusk, twilight (not the book, the actual time of day), fast food, the smell of old spice and axe, alcohol, being nude, fucking around at kids parks and getting told off by the angry parents, snow, rain, lightning, cows, Hannah Montana, knives, sour things, London, England in general, sunglasses, clothes, slinkies, tight clothes, tulips, cheesy jokes, sex, forests, old record players, elvis Costello, paul anka, frank Sinatra, his large collection of records from said artists, ice cream, anything he can eat that’s cold, food in general (he’s a fattie), coffee, coffee, more coffee, anything that will give him energy(not that he needs it), old time swing bands, being loud, paintings that are done well none of that abstract shit, marijuana, alcohol, cool whip, jell-o, jell-o wrestling, spicy food,books.
- - - - loathes, swans, a lot of birds, the smell of garbage, yogurt, bubble gum flavored anything, the color beige, not being in control, being told off by his friends, shirtless old men with the beer bellies and hair everywhere, his brother daniel, Burger King, hurt feelings, being called a pussy (see hurt feelings), loud noises, cinnamon, spoons, how flexible he is, batteries, technology, the fact he would die without said technology, dusty books, nails on a chalkboard, stuffed(literal) animals, his uncle who’s a taxidermist, jet lag, not sleeping, not having his pills at his disposal, bright lights, baggy pants, animal crackers, seagulls, tight spaces, the dark, being denied a goat and chicken, being rejected, dull colors, olives, itchy wool.
- - - - strengths, charming, sweet, giving, likes challenges, fast reflexes, his iq is higher than average, drumming
- - - - weaknesses, he can be dense, even if he’s supposedly smart, saying no, big brown eyes, stubborn, zones out a lot, ignorant at times, too trusting, naive.
- - - - dreams, get big, buy a house for his mom, go to university for something, have a kid.
- - - - fears, the dark, failing, Marilyn manson, getting addicted to drugs.
- - - - secrets, is a certified massage therapist, his father was shot and killed in front of him and his siblings, was held at gun point just before dad died, has done “happy endings” during his old massage job for extra money.
- - - - overall personality,
HAPPY HARRY.
Cj’s a good boy, really he is. He tries his best to be all he can for everyone he meets. He’s got quite a mouth on her, and likes to talk talk talk. Anyone who asks his for help will probably get more than they bargained for. He just likes talking to other people. It’s why he has the job he does. He could talk your ear off, and he gets to spend all day talking and answering phones. But seriously, he likes his own voice. All Cj wants to really do is see people happy. He’s a naturally happy person himself, and that can annoy people. He’s a big bubbly of cheer and sweetness. Some people can’t actually stomach his continuous pleased mood. But because he’s so happy, he likes to cheer other people up. If you’re depressed or blue, or just need a hug, she’ll be there for you, to listen and maybe pet your hair while you cry. His philosophy is that everyone deserves to be happy, so it’s his job to make that happen. Punch him in the face, why don’t you.

LOUD.
After a while, you might want earmuffs. Cj’s almost always been loud, but not just with his voice. Growing up with five other siblings, and more than their fair share of animals, he has gotten into the habit of just speaking louder than needed. It also gets his point across, since it means he’s talking over your, and more people are bound to listen to him. It’s not that he things you’re wrong, he just wants people to know he’s right. when he’s happy, Cj’s likely just talking a lot, with maximum volume, so you can share his happiness with him. When he’s angry, he’s heavy footed, and probably yelling at you because you fucking moved his shoes again, and he can’t fucking find them, you fucking fuck. When he’s confused, it’s earsplitting, booming questions shouted at you, wanting to know what? What? What did you say? Even when he sleeps, he’s noisy. He’s thrashing around, and rolling over, and moving all over the bed, sometimes falling out of bed. He’s not the best person to be a roommate with. He likes his music, and he likes it deafening. But it’s not just noise that’s loud about him. He gives off a lot of body language. With the cock of his hip, and cross of his arms, you can usually tell his mood by the signals he throws you.

PEOPLE PLEASER.
As much as he loves himself, Cj likes to make other people happy. It just gives him a self-righteous feeling, knowing people are grateful for what he’s done for them. Almost like he had a bad Zeus complex. He doesn’t like to see people upset, even if he doesn’t know them. Because it just means someone else’s awareness is taken from him. He’s needy, okay? If someone’s blue, or down and out, Cj will do whatever he can to try and cheer them up. Even if it means physically harming himself, he’ll do it. He almost took his head off one time when his sister was upset because her cat was missing, when really, the cat had just gotten into the walls again. He’s also very territorial. When Cj likes something or someone, he’ll pull out all the stops to make sure he gets it or them. That doesn’t even have to be in the sexual way. If he thinks you look interesting, and he wants to get to know you better, he’ll just start conversations with you until you talk back. And the better he knows and likes you, the clingier he tends to be. You’ll need the jaws off life to pry that motherfucker off you. And we’re talking clingy in the literal sense here.

OBSERVANT.
Surprisingly, Cj can be quiet. And when he is silent, he’s usually watching. Not in the creepy stalker way, but in the alert and sharp-eyed way. He likes to know what’s happening around him. The drama, so he can pry his way into it. Or even people’s mood, because he likes to suck up people’s emotions, and feed off them. If you’re upset, and almost in tears, Cj is likely conjuring up the crocodile tears just so he can have some attention too, and be a part of something. A lot of people just assume he’s an airhead who’s killed his last brain cell the past week when he put his head through a wall. Cj knows he’s more than that, but he likes to keep people thinking he’s a dumbass. He often passes off his stupid tendencies just so he had a reason to stare at people. People usually just think he’s being his usual space cadet, and is off on another planet. On the contrary, he’s picking you apart, and trying to figure what makes you tick. What makes you you. Cj likes to know people. He wants to know your buttons, so he can push them. He wants to know your weaknesses so that he can play you around, and get what he wants. Do you have a sweet spot for sluts? If Cj knows, and you have something he wants, no doubt he’ll be skimping around in less clothing than usual, and maybe being a bit too inappropriate. Because he knows what he wants, and he wants it now.

CRIMINAL.
He tries to keep it hush hush, since it’s an embarrassing fact. He’s a kleptomaniac. Which means he steals. A lot. He can’t control it sometimes. Once he went on a date with a girl he really liked, and he didn’t even notice it until when he went to hold her hand, but he’s swiped the salt and pepper shakers. He never called her back. He doesn’t steal because he needs it, because he wants it. It’s never anything he really needs. It’s just things that look nice, and he feels drawn too. He has one too many little shiny objects cluttering around in his backpack. Sometimes he keeps all the things. Other times he gives them away to people. But mostly, he throws them away after a while. Everyone assumes he’s a pack rat, but he’s the furthest from it. He’s a very neat boy, and doesn’t like mess. He just accumulates too much, and he needs to get rid of some. Part of the reason he steals is because from the age of five to thirteen, they could never really afford anything, so he used to go out to the local street merchants, and nick breads and cheeses. His grandma never stopped it, and it turned into a habit, and soon, and addiction. He’s only gotten caught a few times, but got let off with a warning each time. He knows it’s a bad thing to do, and he’s ashamed of it, but you can see his in wal-mart the next week, pushing shampoo into his bag, and pretending to be looking for his wallet. He’s not poor, he can afford these things, but he can’t stop. He sometimes takes thing from his friend’s homes, but he gives it back after a while.


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[/color],[/b] san francisco, california
- - - - family, Sheryl Wilde, mother.
Jay Wilde, father. deceased.
Daniel Wilde, younger brother.
Baby Wilde, younger sister.
- - - - pets, simone, his baby cat.
- - - - overall history, born in san Francisco, oldest child.
His dad, brother and himself were in a convenience store when it was robbed. Them and the owner were held at gunpoint until his dad tried to get away and he was shot in the back, dying later from bleeding out. cops came but not before cjs brother Daniel was shot in the leg, with only a minor wound.
Moved to Chicago.
Took up drums.
Graduated high school.
Got job as masseuse to pay bills.
Joined can you keep a secret?
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