Post by Ivan Briars on Feb 16, 2009 4:13:33 GMT
[/B][/SIZE][/color]B U B B A j a y J E N K I N S
[/ul]
NAME / ALIAS : You should know me better as Emily
AGE : 18
CONTACT INFO: Here.
WHERE YOU FOUND THE SITE : I'm a member.
OTHER CHARACTERS : Ivan Briars
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE : 5 Year Veteran
TIMEZONE : Central
ANYTHING ELSE : Yeah, it's not too original, but I watched this movie a few minutes ago, and now I want one.
[/ul][/color][/color]
FULL NAME : Bubba Jay Jenkins
NICKNAME : Bubba
GENDER : Male
DATE OF BIRTH : April 12, 1952
AGE : 56
CANON : n/a
[/ul]
HAIR : His hair is black, and is extremely short. He has a receeding hair line and dark facial hair. He keeps himself shaven and cleaned up.
EYES : He has brown eyes. They are normal size and shape, but his prominent brow makes them seem smaller than what they are.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : None.
BUILD : He's tall and has a middle age ring around his waist. He has a slight disfigurement in his stance. His head leans forward due to the hump on his back, which also gives him a sort of chicken neck.
STYLE : He has no style. Bubba wears button up shirts in neutral colors. He has two pairs of pants. One is a pair of tan slacks (he wears very rarely) and the other is his favorite wranglers jeans. To cover his feet, he has a pair of beat up (decades old) pair of sneakers.
OVERALL : He's a loving and sweet character who'd made a mistake in his past.
AVATAR CLAIM : Billy Bob Thornton
[/ul]
LIKES & DISLIKES:
x harm
x harsh words
x high voices
x loud noises
x authority
o french fried tators
o biscuits
o mustard
o sitting
o listening
o friendships
o love
o books
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bubba Jay has no desires.
FEARS : His emotional and mental state leave him prone to loud noises. Raising your voice or clapping your hands is a bad way to approach Bubba. He can go into a tantrum and end up hurting himself.
THE OFFENCE : The murder of his father.
OVERALL PERSONALITY : Forgive Bubba. He is 56 years old, but his mental capability is that of only 8. He is a quiet soul that enjoys his reading and his music, and is rarely ever the one to make enemies. He does not cause trouble, he does not make problems. Though he enjoys company, he does not seek it. He feels that approaching people only brings chaos, and he would much rather not have that. His personality enable him to be in the general public, though he is mentally handicapped. He does not strive to be politically correct, and in fact considers himself as politically correct. He is funny, and can bring a smile to everybody's face. Most look at him and say he does not deserve to be locked up.
[/ul]
HOMETOWN : Strabich, Alabama
WEALTH : Poor
Jenkins Cathaway (Deceased due to natural causes), Clancy DeBerry (Murdered)
SIBLINGS : None
CHILDREN : None
PETS : None
HISTORY :
Words can never describe Bubba's predicament.
He was born and raised down in the boonies of Alabama, a good walk from the closest town. There was a bridge to cross, and a long winding road to take, but it was one that him and his momma were proud to walk together. Bubba never attended public school. They wouldn't take a child with a intelligence level like his. In fact, many people in the town didn't trust his origin. Rumors spread about him being inbred, or his mother drinking with she was pregnant. But truth be told was his father's habits. He drank and beat her during her pregnancy with Bubba, and so Bubba was born a little slower than the rest. When Bubba's father left, Sandy was alone with her child. She thrived by working day and night shifts at the local bar, where her son always stayed by her side. Eventually the people came around to loving Bubba Jay, and when he turned 17, even offered him a job in helping repair lawnmowers and go-karts across town. It was the best job that Bubba ever had. His knowledge with small engines grew, but his mental capacity never grew with it. To the town, his only talent was as a lawn-jockey. Just a few months after Bubba had gotten this job, Clancy came home to his wife and his son. Sandy was weak and let her husband move back into the home, and eventually submissed and gave him complete control over their sons well-being. Bubba was made to sleep in the shed next to the house. It was drafty and cold at night. But, hot and still during the day. Bubba never complained. It went on for one more year. Bubba went into the house to tell his momma good night. He discovered his mother bent over the kitchen table with his father standing too close for comfort behind her. They were in the process of making love, but Bubba saw it as another abuse case and became irate. He went outside and found a shovel, took it back into the house, and proceeding to beating his father on the head until he breathed no more.
His mother wept and called the law, where he was promptly arrested. Bubba told his story, but in the deep south, murder is murder. It's an eye for an eye. The south's prison system is currently over-crowded, despite the popular usage of the death penalty, and Bubba was transferred here.
[/ul]
PRISONER STATUS: General Public/Mental Ward
READ THE RULES : I'm a Beautiful LOSER!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE :
James had stopped by that night to drop off some home cookin' that his wife had done. He was more than happy to share with Bubba Jay, and valued him as a person and as an employee. He worked hard and had no expectations of anybody.
"Aight Bubba." James stood, leaving Bubba to sit alone on his twin bed, "I'ma get home now. You know how my baby worries."
"MmHmm. I go in tell Momma goo night. Then see ya tomorrow. Goo night James."
They shared a chuckle and shook hands, and James was off to go on back home to Betty. Bubba waited a few minutes until the headlights disappeared and grunted to himself. He opened the tubbaware bowl and smiled faintly to himself. Inside, nestled along with beads of sweat that dappled the plastic lid, a biscuit, roast, and german fried potatoes slept soundly in their bowl. It did smell good! Momma would want some too!
He rose from his mattress. It's paper-thin form slumping down even after the weight was lifted. The door to the shed opened gently and silently, and Bubba stared out at the dark yard before him. He stepped down and continued onto the front porch. A shovel leaned against the front steps, dirt lay in piles all around the edge of the porch. Flowers in their original pots loomed in the darkness, their bright colors silenced by the moonless cast.
The screen door squeaked open and he caught it to allow it to shut quietly.
"Momma?" He continued on through the parlor, looked up the stairs, "Momma? I brought summa Betty's home cookin'!"
He looked all around and caught a glimpse of someone in the dining room.
"Momma? You still up?" His voice was a dull and dreary grumble, and when his brown eyes set upon her naked body leaned over the kitchen table, they lit up and became wide. The bowl fell from his hands and his mouth fell open with aw.
"Momma?! What he doin' to ya!"
His father turned with a nasty glare, "Get outta here, Bubba! None of it concerns you!"
Anger boiled in his mind and Bubba turned quickly and ran from the home. The image of his mother burned into his mind eye. He was seeing her harmed. His beloved momma was being hurt! He ran down the steps and tripped over his bare feet. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ghastly sillouhette of the shovel leaning there. A sign from god.
"Teach that ol' son of a b itch to hit my momma like that!" He rose and took it, clenched his fingers hard around it. His knuckles turned white and he flipped the handle to put the shovel in both hands. He held on taught and kicked in the front door. It slammed, and his father became fuirous.
"God damn it! I told you to get yo' ass outta here!" As Clancy swung round to give his boy a good stern look, the shovel came down. Its wide spade crushed his skull, but the breaking of bones didn't stop Bubba from continuing on.
"Keep" First hit "Your" Second hit "Hands" Third Hit "Off" Fourth Hit "My" Fifth hit "Momma!" Sixth hit. The shovel fell and Bubba looked across his hand and his palm at the blood he'd spattered. He nearly wept if it wasn't for his momma's shrill voice that came in.
"Bubba?! What have you done?!" She was kneeling and crying, holding her husband tightly in her arms, "You've killed your papa! You've killed family!"
"Momma? He hurt you!"
"What's wrong Bubba?! Ain't never seen someone make love before?! For god's sake, you're 18 years old Bubba!" She was pointing and yelling, and Bubba fell to his knees crying.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Momma! I came to save you!"
"Go sit on the couch Bubba!" By that time, she'd ran to the wall, and was dialing 9-1-1.
[/size][/size]
[/blockquote]