Justin Flyte - WiP

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Character Name: Justin Flyte

Character Screen Name: Justin Flyte

Age, Gender: 17, Male

Physical Description:

Justin’s appearance really depends on one’s own perspective, but he is genuinely average in the looks department. He has light blue eyes, and medium brown/auburn hair. Justin is about 5’11 feet tall, with broad shoulders, and a good disposition. He is well muscled also, from exercising and running, as well as having a fairly defined jaw. Now, Justin doesn’t have many freckles, though he may get a few after being out in the sun for a long period of time. Though, just a few.

Justin’s attire usually consists of him wearing a T-shirt and shorts, or jeans, depending on what he feels like, as well as the weather. He likes bright colors, though doesn’t want to be too flashy, and will never wear a pair of skinny jeans. He doesn’t have a huge liking for them. Someone could probably get him to wear them, though now, the slimmest he will go is just a slim fit jean. Justin wears hoodies, and the occasional jacket, most likely leather, though not thug or gangster-like. That’s kind of wrong, in my opinion. Justin won’t go there.

Personality:

Coming.

History:

Coming.

Training/Weaponry: He's just a member of the city, though he carries around a knife he found when he was younger, in which he always has on him.

Family Ties: None; he is no longer in touch with any parents.

RP sample:

Justin Flyte

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces...

.xXx. The cold wall of the tunnel was Justin’s only real support, now. He leaned against it, staring off down one of the tunnels, eyes distant and unfocused. It was true. He was feral. 100%. There were no other words to describe him, now. Other than different. Insane, maybe. Depends on what you considered insanity. Fresh blood stained the skin of Justin’s bare chest, as he sat there, motionless. He had just killed someone. Justin had just killed someone. Was the proof enough of his condition? Yes, I think so. But, why stop there?

There were exactly two reasons for Justin’s dramatic change. First, Squall barely remembered what his name was, let alone their friendship. He had fallen, and hit his head, causing him to forget everything. So, Justin was without his best friend now. Without one of the people he needed most, in life. Yes, he felt bad for Squall. Yes, he felt the longing to help. Scratch that. He had wanted to help. No longer. Justin didn’t care, about those things anymore. He was different.

Sure, Justin had lots of friends. He cared for all of them, too. But, just as friends. With Squall and Cris it was so much more. Or... Had been so much more. Squall was like a brother to Justin. And Cris...

Cris was the one Justin had cared for most, in life.

Not even Justin himself had known how much he actually cared for her... Or how she was his mental anchor. Not until she had left him. Then it all came shattering down. Justin supposed it was expected, given Cris’ past. The flings. But, Justin knew so much better now. He wouldn’t go back there, again. He now knew what he meant to Cris. That’s all Justin had been, and ever would be to her.
A fling.

It still hurt though. More than anything in the past. No matter how Justin tried to tell himself it didn’t matter, that he hated her... It just came back. It hurt Justin in a place he wasn’t used to. His heart. Justin’s eyes brightened with the very thought of the party. He had gotten done up for her... Gotten her a rose... Only to be greeted Aria—not Cris—on the arm of some perfect, rich, ass hole. Thanks for telling me, Cris. Thanks for letting me flounder around for days, worrying about your disappearance. Thanks for telling me you cared.
Even though it wasn’t true.

Justin couldn’t help but to think back to all of their moments together, then. How they met, and the fool he made of himself... The time he got lost, and found her at the pool... The cave in the Bahamas. A low growl escaped him, as he thoughts about it. Eyes closed in reaction to the pain that seemed to course through him. None of it was true. All of it was just one big lie. Justin was completely and utterly crushed. The feelings he thought she had had... The kisses they had shared... It was all nothing to her. He was nothing to her. But it didn’t matter anymore. Justin was happy now. Alone and feral.

Like this, he didn’t have to prove anything or listen to anyone. Hell, he had just killed someone. And it felt so good. Justin felt completely free, now. Like something inside had been released. The sane part of his mind knew it was the monster that had been let free. But the sane part of Justin’s mind was currently being ignored. Like it no longer existed. Within him. And, let me tell you this. Justin damn well planned to keep it that way.

Justin’s eyes opened slowly, immediately adjusting to the darkness so he could see. He was content, right now. Completely full, with fresh humans blood, sitting in the tunnels. Unbothered. He didn’t need anyone, anymore. Friends were not a priority. He felt no regret in doing what he was doing, though as he thought about it, the normal part of Justin’s mind screamed at him. He had hurt one of his friends. Astra... While trying to attack the professor... But Justin gritted his teeth and shoved that sane part into the back of his mind, rather harshly. Justin was happy. Happy being in pain, and feral.

But happy, nonetheless.

They say bad things happen for a reason,
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding.
'Coz she's moved on while I'm still grieving.
And when a heart breaks,
it don't break even...

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Words: 815
Muse: Goood
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Face Claim: Zac Efron

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