Stubborn Tattoo Artist
“She can’t help it,’ he said. ’She’s got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.”
― Stephen King, Under the Dome
If it wasn’t for the tattoos, Jake would look like any other average Chinese guy. Average height, with a body that’s healthy without being particularly toned. He doesn’t seem to take life very seriously, preferring to joke around and be a smart ass, even if the environment doesn’t really call for it. He tends to smirk instead of smile, and is prone to scowls and blank stares when he’s being stubborn about something. Which… is often.
While fluent in standard mandarin, he doesn’t have any trace of an accent, and seems pretty Americanized in general. He favors street clothes, things that are comfortable. Nothing too expensive, but stylish in a way that suggests he’s used to blending into crowds that are rough around the edges.
He has a few piercings, mostly in his ears and small plugs. But he seems to favor tattoos over other body mods, and he has a lot of them. While not completely covered in ink, he takes a lot of pride in the several he has.
- Eyes: Brown
- Hair: Black
- Height: 5’10’’
- Build: Averagely athletic
- Distinguishing features: Lots of tattoos.
- Known things:
Dread Sovereign by Shearwater
Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind
Maybe I’m lost
Maybe I’m not ready
Maybe I was not properly socialized
But when you drag me under
When you pull me over the line
That’s when you really reach me
I know the night drives
I know the afterglow
I know I look quieter than I feel
I wanna fight like lovers
Wanna pull you over the line
Runnin’ by Naughty Boy ft. Beyoncé, Arrow Benjamin
These four lonely walls have changed the way I feel
The way I feel, I’m standing still
And nothing else matters now, you’re not here
So where are you? I’ve been callin’ you, I’m missin’ you
Where else can I go? Where else can I go?
Chasin’ you, chasin’ you
Memories turn to dust, please don’t bury us
I got you, I got you
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Welcome To Paradise by Green Day
Can you hear me laughing?
It’s been 6 whole months
Since I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I’m still here
For some strange reason it’s now feelin like my home
& I’m never never gonna go
Pay attention to the cracked streets & the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I wanna take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise