CARMICHAEL, jordan christopher -- finished!

[jordan christopher carmichael]

JORDANCHRISTOPHERCARMICHAEL

YOU SAY WE'RE BOTH LITTLE PEOPLE AND YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY,

NAME: jordan christopher carmichael.
NICKNAME: jor, jorjor.
AGE: twenty two.
GENDER: male.
SEXUALITY: bisexual.
BIRTHDATE: 01.06.1988.
GROUP: teacher.
SCHOOL: preston heights academy.
GRADE: n/a

BUT IN TIME I'M GONNA PUT THIS BODY TO SHAME,

jordan is five feet and seven inches tall. he is pretty damn short for a guy, but he doesn't really mind it. jor is skinny with a few tattoos on his body. he has one straight across his chest that says, "love is my weapon." he has a peace sign on his foot and a taurus symbol on his arm. on one of his hands is an anchor and on another arm is a few doves.

jordan has big, brown eyes. some people say he looks like a cute little lost puppy with them, and it makes him blush bright, bright red. jordan has the palest of pink lips known to man, and a medium sized nose that fits right on in with the rest of his face. he has peach colored flesh. on his face he has a lip piercing and a tongue piercing, and on his ears he has gauges.

having a long torso sucks when you have to buy shirts. jordan knows this from experience. he has always had trouble buying shirts because of his long torso and shorter legs. and just to make it look all the more abnormal, he has very large feet, but he is still adorable nonetheless. his legs are covered in dark brown hair, and so are his feet to the point he looks part gorilla.

jordan has long, chin length hair. it ranges from a light ginger color to brown, and it changes seasonally. usually in the spring and summer it's lighter, and in the winter and fall it gets a bit darker. he also breaks out in freckles during the summer.

anything really looks good on jordan, meaning he can wear anything. from band tees to plain t-shirts with vests, he still looks cute. jordan wears denim skinny jeans almost every day, on rare occasions you can catch him in regular jeans or sweat pants, or maybe even shorts. he doesn't like showing a lot of skin.

BODY TYPE: although ryan has a four-pack, his body would probably be classified as skinny. he is very skinny and doesn't really have a lot of muscle, but if he did he'd look really stupid.
HAIR: ryan has kind of long hair. it's around chin length and it's kind of a ginger-brown-ish mix. he normally straightens it and leaves it hanging.
EYES: dark brown.
HEIGHT: 5'7".
WEIGHT: 122.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: he has many tattoos, including a peace sign tattoo on his left foot; taurus symbol on his arm; 'love is my weapon' across his chest; doves on his left arm; anchor on his right hand.
he has a few piercings. he has his ears pierced and gauged. jordan has his tongue and lip pierced, also.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: n/a.
PLAY-BY: play-by's name.

WEAR A SUIT LIKE MY OLD MAN,

jordan's life is based around music. he has always loved it, and he grew up with it. his dad taught him and his twin brother, ryan to play guitar, and they got better and better every day until jordan quit and got interested in the ukelele. he still plays acoustic guitar very well, but he also plays the ukelele quite well, also. before his mother left, she had given him a few voice lessons and by the time he was thirteen, she left for good. his voice still needs a few improvements but it keeps getting better as he practices.

when jordan's mother left, the family was torn. jordan's father was a wreck, and he quit playing guitar and got into drugs and became an alcoholic. everything went down the shitter for jordan's family and he had to start raising himself, and his twin brother and recently born sister. they were thirteen years apart but illeana seemed to be his best friend. she looked a lot like him, and was a quiet, laid back baby. they got along wonderfully. jordan always had somebody to listen to him and watch him closely as he played his ukelele and sang to her.

jor always had shit going wrong in his household, but it didn't stop him. he was in a band with some friends, and they became kind of big before eventually breaking up. he eventually became a teacher at preston heights academy, where he shared his love for music with many other students who enjoyed music, also.

now that he's finally out of the house, and his dad has passed away, jordan has a good life all in all. he lives with his brother that is never home, and his little sister, and they still get along well. jordan has always been there for lanie and ryan, and they all are closer than ever. time will tell what happens next in jordan's tragic, happy life.

HOMETOWN: preston heights, canada.
MOTHER: catherine marissa adams, 53, hair stylist. although she hasn't seen her children for nine years, she still keeps in contact.
FATHER: jacob francis maine rome carmichael, 50 at death, would be 54, former construction worker.
SIBLING(S): ryan christopher carmichael, 22, band member.
illeana (lanie) maria carmichael, 10, student.
PETS: n/a.

PACK UP ALL MY THINGS AND GET MY ASS OUT OF TOWN,

jordan is a sweet heart, and he loves world peace and making everybody happy and comfortable. he'd give anything for his loved ones, and really, everyone else to be comfortable and happy. jordan is very giving and caring. he likes happiness and peace.

jordan is really shy around girls, and even some guys. if they even try to flirt with him, his face will go bright red. he is easily embarrassed. jordan never asks anyone out; he is the 'askee' because he is too shy to ask himself. he is very afraid of rejection and sadness, and especially awkwardness.

being silly is an every day thing for jordan. he is always being cute and funny, and pretty silly, too. he'll stand up on a table, fist pumping yelling "SHARKS SHARKS SHARKS!" he tends to fall a lot and run into shit, but he's all the more adorable while doing so.

it's hard dealing with a deceased father and a runaway mother. jordan has to go without a lot of shit, and he has since he was only thirteen. he has been suffering sadness on the inside all the time, but he doesn't show it on the outside. jordan is stuck raising his ten year old sister and living in a house with her and his twin brother, who is never around to help out. he gets stressed a lot and often just breaks down crying.
LIKES: guitar, ukelele, fat people!, singing, music, art, drawing, chicken wings, kool-aid, babies, children, ryan and illeana, world peace, not being an alcoholic fuck face, smoking pot, swinging, chillin' out, fluffy things, stuffed animals, love, skinny jeans.
DISLIKES: pregnant ladies, dicks that like to litter, heavy alcoholics, arachnids, amphibians, reptiles, getting all dressed up, being heartbroken, cigarettes, vodka, racism, hate, death.
FEARS: arachnids, amphibians, reptiles, death.
DREAMS: continue teaching in school, teach lanie how to sing and guitar, be in a band.

WE'VE GOT IT GOOD,

Hi, I'm Carter and I've been around this world thirteen million times. I play Taylor, Stacy, and Jordan and I found out about this site from who the hell knows. I've been in this business for three years?!?!? If you need to contact me, please do it through pm. Oh, and by the way, code phrase here. Read the rules.

WHETHER YOU LIKE THIS TOWN OR NOT,

the awkwardness of this situation was enough to stress a girl the fuck out. stacy was taking slow, deep breathes. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale! she stayed seated on the bench, and closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. she was making a failure of an attempt to relax herself, but at least she was trying. ahh this was quite the fucked up situation. i mean, seriously? your brother of a teacher seeing you naked in the boys locker room. the boys! she was so fucking clumsy that she walked into the boys room. what the fuck. she had a good excuse though; she was tired the hell out and didn't know where she was going. plus, wouldn't thayne have been able to tell how clumsy she was by now? well, at least this wasn't illegal; she was eighteen and definitely not under aged. this was fine, right? stacy shot up from the bench unexpectedly and leaned against the wall.

this was definitely an unforgettable experience. what the fuck? you couldn't just forget about this. stacy would be sitting in his class, and remembering this day. he'd look at her to answer and suddenly picture her naked. stacy shuddered at the thought, and then she bit down on her lip again. would this make everything between them awkward as hell, or would it be all fine? she panicked a little bit on the inside. what if he avoided her, for like, ever? stacy opened her eyes and put her hand up to her mouth, chewing on her fake, plastic fingernails.

stacy couldn't exactly handle this stress. she loved him, like a brother, and had actually formed a teeny tiny crush on him. well, who wouldn't? he was fucking hot and very, very nice. everything about him drew stacy to him, but she had always hidden it. i mean, what the hell would he think about his student saying, "oh hi, i like you a whole lot?" no, just no. err, hey stacy, uh, i think we should uhm, talk about this before it...gets to be too uhm...awkward between us or...whatever, he said. mr. thorne stuttering was something new to stacy. she smirked. "there's no awkwardness. there's nothing to talk about. what's happened, happened. just forget it." stacy picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder, walking back to the sinks to look at herself in the mirror.

I KNOW IT'S SMALL BUT WITH A BIG HEAD,

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