FITZROY, Jack Vincent (done)

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

JACK VINCENT FITZROY;

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_{TWENTY-FOUR FROM PARIS, FRANCE. EXPERIENCING LOVE, LUST AND COMEDY AS A BASS PLAYER. FRIENDS CALL THEM JACKIE AND THEIR SHEETS ARE TOUSLED BY WOMEN AND MEN.}
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HEY MR. JACK, IS THAT THE COLOR OF YOUR DISGUISE,
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physical appearance

_{To be quite quick about it, Jack has choppy blonde, sometimes darker looking, so sometimes light brown, hair. His eyes are a green-blue. He has a very muscular and chiseled body, and he's about 6'2, and he weighs quite a bit due to muscle mass. Enjoy.}

clothing style,

_{He likes to dress cleanly. It doesn't really matter what he's wearing, heck, he could be wearing nothing at all, he just likes to be clean. He can clean up rather nicely and expensivly when he wants to, but generally, he tries not to stick out like a bloody spotlight in a crowd.}

personality,

_{Protective, sarcastic, grew up too fast, calm, passionate. If I go any deeper, we could becoming overly intimate.}

HEY MR. JACK, IS THE THE SEAT OF YOUR DEMISE,
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likes,

_{His bass guitar, music in general, things that are odd and different, learning about cultures, taking pictures, meeting people, finding new things to drive, other things that a boy could love.}

dislikes,

_{idiots, the color pink, overly dramatic people who will screw up other's lives for the heck of it, dancing, alien and/or zombie movies, pouting, being insulted, you know, the usual.}

favourite tv shows/films,

_{V for Vendetta, CSI, Bones, Supernatural, The Red Violin, Transformers.}

favourite books,

_{The Abarat series, Dracula, The Wheel of Time Series, the Lord of the Rings, other such novels.}

favourite music,

_{Seether, SOAD, Metallica, Tool, Puscifer, etc.}

favourite quotes,

_{"... and there was a man standing there, he smelled of sweat... and sulfer, and he put a finger to his lips and said... 'shh...'"}

about me,

_{"Ugh, here we go again. Explaining myself to the general public once again. Really, not much to see here. I have an annoying memory, a stupid family, a really odd set of history, and what can I say? I'm 24, and I have a god son. What do you know. Not going to say more than that... next stop: Italy!"}

HEY WHERE YOU AT? ON THE SIDE OF THE FREEWAY,
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history,

<sub>To understand Jack’s beginning, one must understand what happened before he was born. I am not writing this to bore you, gentle readers, for it shouldn’t. The story of Jack’s life until he leaves his home and makes his way into the world has almost next to nothing to do with him. It has to do with his father: Vincent Fitzroy, a man who just lost both his parents and inherited the money and estate people only can dream of; and his mother: Mary Hurst, an English girl from a not so well to do family, disowned and wandering the world on her own.

They met at a car show, oddly enough. A rich guy and a wandering girl meet at an antique, million-dollar car show. Kind of an odd coincidence, but the two hit it off completely, and within a few months, they were married. They both loved same things: Cars, yachts, etc. Anything with power. It was what brought them together. They brought Jack into the world shortly after. Due to difficulties at birth, Jack was the only one the two would have together. Jack’s birth was too hard on Mary’s body, and she was told that she would be having no more children in her lifetime.

This put a sort of strain on things. Both Mary and Vincent had wanted a huge family, many children to fill a large, empty house. Mary had envisioned toys littering the now empty lawn. The younger children playing while the elder kids lounged in the pool or playing tennis. But that was not to be. Mary’s dream was ruined, and she lost a love for everything she used to, and instead tried too hard to raise her child. She wanted this one so deeply now, seeing as this was the only child she ever would have. She wanted him to be perfect. Thus, she spent every waking hour with her son. Jack has many fond memories of her for this.

Vincent took it quite differently. For the last little while, he had had Mary all to himself, at least half of the time. Now all Mary thought of was their one child. Even slept in a different room. She refused to let him get a nanny for Jack, and when he was a little older, a tutor. She wanted to do everything with him herself. It was then that Vincent and Mary started to split apart. They argued readily, and never saw eye to eye on anything anymore. Vincent started to secretly have affairs, and Mary disappeared from most of the outside world’s knowledge. Where had Vincent Fitzroy’s wife gone? Who are all these new girls? Where’s the baby?

When Jack was five, everything blew out of proportion. Vincent appeared home, drunk, one evening to find his wife sitting arms crossed by the fire. Ten magazines lay at her feet. You see, at first Vincent was careful not to be caught by the paparazzi with his new women. His wife never went out, so he did not have to worry about gossip. Any rumours that came up in the papers before were easy to cover up. He could just be talking to a woman and everybody would assume affair. Those times, Mary bought it. So, he became a bit more careless, sure that his wife would never figure it out.

Mary, one night, about ten months ago, decided it was high time she went and stayed with her husband. She could have done it a little while ago, but she wanted to make sure her little angel would be safe and well when he was sleeping. She had crept up to their room, and had opened the door a crack, to find the lights on, and found her husband in a heated conversation over the phone with someone. She recognized what he was calling whoever it was on the phone. It was exactly what he used to call her before she had Jack.

Mary closed the door quietly and ran to her room, where she cried for hours. She stood awake all night staring at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with her. She looked the same as before. She was still pretty, wasn’t she? What was so wrong with her that Vincent could not stand to be with her and wanted another? Questions, accusations, and tears swam through her head as she tried to understand what to do. She tried to reassure herself many a time, to say he was suddenly taking an interest in theatre, or had to smooze some woman over a business deal, but she could not be sure.

At around seven in the morning, Jack woke up, and lazily went to his mother’s room, wondering what they were going to do today. He found her on the computer, searching the internet, and printing things off. "Que faites-vous, maman?" (“What are you doing, mom?”) He asked. She turned around to face her son. Bags were under her eyes, and it looked as if she would be sleeping the rest of the day away. "Venez, d'amour," (“Come love,”) she said. "Nous allons à la pratique vos caractères aujourd'hui." (“We’re going to practice your characters today.”) Jack and Mary spent the rest of the day filling out hundreds of subscriptions.

Finally, 10 months later, Mary sat before her husband with ten select magazines all opened to a certain spot. Pictures of him and one other woman riddled the pages every time. It had taken her months to go through all the magazines that poured into her house, and she used many of them to teach Jack how to read and write. She glared at Vincent, and told him in an angry tone to start from the beginning, to explain himself. And thus, their household finally fell apart.

Jack was woken up that night to the two screaming at each other in his room, his father pointing at him, while his mother standing near him as if to protect him. His father had beaten his mother in front of him, and had told him that if he stepped out of line as his mother did, he would beat him too. Jack, an already responsible boy, waited until he left before he climbed into his mothers lap and wiped away for blood and tears with his bed sheets. Their house cleaner Elena came in not too long after and took Mary to a nice hot bath. Jack never left her side and helped Elena care for her.

Things were silent for a long while in their house. Jack and Mary took care of each other, Mary showing him the things she knew about cars, and other vehicles, as well as many aspects of the world that she knew of. She was ultimately impressed with how Jack had taken care of her almost immediately after she was hurt by his father, and deemed him more than responsible and ready to learn such things. It was what she knew best anyhow.

Illegally so, Jack knew how to fly by the time he was seven. Pilot a boat and a helicopter by the time he was ten, and was learning how to drive when he was eleven. It was the summer of his 16th year that Mary had come running down the steps of their home to the back yard and had thrown a letter up into the air for Jack (rock climbing) to read. In an effort to catch it, Jack had to let go if his equipment to catch it, and unfortunately, his equipment broke. Of course, Jack started to panic, and tried to think of ways to save himself, when one of his armbands scraped a rock and held. Gave him quite the whiplash for his shoulder and a gash in his cheek, but they were surprised to find that his armband had latched itself to the rock. It took three people to get him down, and then he had to be rushed to the hospital to get his arm snapped back. The scar would be with him forever on his cheek, though it had grown very faint over the years.

He had some arm scrapes and other such things on his body, but healed pretty quickly. It was learning of how the accident happened that made such a difference to his life. His father had tampered with his equipment. He was lucky that his equipment caught. He told his mother that he had to leave to keep them safe, and then left the safety of his home, Mary insisting if he had to, he would have her financial back up. Which he did. He always had more than enough to live excessively comfortably, not that he always did. He just bought something every once in a while to show he was alive.

He first flew to America, in Greenwich, where he planned to go to the Secere Academy of the Arts. He was accepted quite quickly, for the music part of the arts, piano, saxophone and string instruments mainly, he hadn't even started school, and he made his first mistake. You see, Jack grew up fast. By the time he was 15, he looked 20 already. He has slowed down for his later years, but we have not quite got there yet. He was able to walk into a bar anywhere at the age of 16, and would not be ID'd. And that is just what he did. Into a club he went, and forced to have alcohol by women buying him drinks. One of these women took a particular liking to him and both of them drunk tremendously, though it was found Jack really does not act drunk when he is, wandered back to Jack's new condominium, where, to be frank, Jack lost his virginity.

Now, this doesn't sound like such a big mistake or anything, they woke up and said good-bye to each other and such. No commitments or anything, but when Jack went to his first day of school, a girl named Crystal dragged him almost automatically to the cafeteria, where he came eye to eye with the "Queen Elite" of the school. Or, in other senses. , the woman he had just lost his virginity to. She stared at him for a bit, and then snapped rather harshly at him: "How old are you?" "Eighteen." he said simply, having been homeschooled, and had to finish his last year of high school no matter what he did. She stared at him for a bit, and made a first for Queen Elite’s history. Without even asking what he enjoys, or anything of the sort, she named him a "Slut", and as per Secere Academy standards, he was known as such ever since. He hadn't even been screwed twice, and he was a slut.

The Queen of Sluts, who oddly enough carried her title rather proudly, took pity on him. Her name was Olivia, and eventually, though she knew his story, named him the King of Sluts. She said she needed someone who will actually treat women how they wish to be treated as her King, not all the guys who got their title from going out, finding a woman and just using them. In this manner, Jack changed the original stereotype of Sluts, at least for that school. Women who had only had him once would stick up for him against people who looked down at him for his title, even. In addition, it drove away someone he wished would look past his title.

A girl named Quinn. She, a couple years younger than him, was an artist, and you could tell by her bright orange hair. An odd person, people figured, for Jack, who looked pretty traditional, to fall for, but fall for her he did. Maybe it was because she pushed him away and his masochism just wanted it, or maybe he just actually was that attracted to her, they'll never know, but, eventually, when she realized how hurt he was (no matter how hard he tried to hide it) when she was talking to him about another guy, she started to pity him a bit. And eventually that pity turned to a sort of love, one could suppose. They stayed together for a while, even after Jack had graduated. They stayed until one of their friends Lily had her baby boy, then agreed, upon the look on Quinn's face when Lily had it, that it was best not to be together anymore. Jack wanted a child eventually, and Quinn did not. Therefore, the best part of that day was Lily asked him to be Jason's, her son, godfather. Which Jack was more than happy to accept, and gave Lily his cell phone number, telling her in his low French voice, that all she would need to do is call him, and he'd be there, and to put it in her will. He then kissed both Lily's and Jason's forehead, and left Greenwich for good.

He went back to Europe, and travelled around a bit. Visited the great libraries and read through them, many things. Then, in Italy, he met Shilo. Shilo was an actress, and a wonderful young thing. She liked to be bit, Jack specifically remembers, especially around the neck area. They had a fling, for a bit. Her the actress, he the musician. You see where that goes after a while. After a while, they just couldn't stand to be "together" anymore. Apart, they were fun together, but together, living under the same roof and such, just was not good. Things went badly. So, they seperateed, and kept close through regular phone calls.

When he was 21, he was invited to New York to help the military, of all things, recreate their weapons for a Unnaturals unit. Here, he met Camellia. Now, THEY had an odd relationship. At first you couldn't seperate them, then you saw them with other people, then they were close as hell again, and then back apart. They did this for a year straight. And then for the last three monthes, it was spent telling each other that they had better chose what they wanted more. Them or freedom. Eventually, they just split it off. Jack didn't keep tabs on them. He is currently still travelling the world.</sub>

family,

_{Vincent Fitzroy - Father
Mary Fitzroy - Mother
Henry Fitzroy - Known Half Brother
Jason Aliceneer - Godson}

IN THE CAR, HEY WHERE YOU AT?,
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play-by, Alex Pettyfer
name, Shinoa.
how'd you hear about us, Through Kiira.

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